Befera
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"Don't beg for things. Do it yourself, or else you won't get anything." - Adrock Thurston
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Post by Befera on Aug 17, 2010 20:24:52 GMT -5
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The sun had begun to sink below the western horizon, and the waves had turned a soft golden hue in its light. Lapping at the shore, they were calm and gentle this evening, and a set of hooves joined them in their ritual of breathing in and out against the sand. The stallion seemed to tiptoe along the shore, lifting chunks of soft sand up into the air with every step. Sapphire eyes kept to their nearest surroundings, simply enjoying the atmosphere. The hum and hiss of the constant push and pull of the ocean's water prickled at the brute's ears, making them twist and twitch at the sound.
The light breeze rustled nearby branches, and the lonely equine continued on his path to nowhere in particular. The quiet of the territory had been getting into his head lately - there was no one to talk to anymore. He hoped every day that someone else who was still alive would find him, and that they would make this territory a home for horses again. It had been a long time since anyone had called the shores of the Luxan Sea their home.
Hawthorne was his name. Yes, this was the famed stallion who acquired his prestigious rank through the untimely death of his superiors. Some suspected that he had killed them off himself, but surviving the Great Blizzard was no easy feat, and Hawthorne was luckier than most to simply escape that winter with his life. The lead of Regal Shores was wandering now, alone, waiting for wanderers and trespassers alike to appear in his territory - for he was up for a friendship, and maybe even a fight.
Hawthorne looked out over the sea, squinting to see the silhouette of The Forbidden Mountains along the southern horizon. An evil aura seemed to waft over like steam from that place, and Hawthorne had no intention of investigating something that seemed as dangerous as an unexplored territory. It was funny, though, because he hadn't seen those mountains there the autumn before.
Turning away, the brute continued his walk down the shore. It was peaceful, but it was a bitter kind of peaceful. What a leader he had become - alone in a territory that only the strongest and most capable of leads were destined to own. He stopped to graze on some beach grass along the side of a dune, and waited for the moon to take the sun's place as governor of the skies.
Count: 415 Muse: Waking up. Notes: Once someone replies, I'll get into character a little more than this.
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Rogue
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Post by Rogue on Aug 24, 2010 21:11:20 GMT -5
High noon had just passed. The sea’s ebb and flow kissed the shoreline, as the silver sheened femme, Naitra, crested a dune to spy on the water’s continuous, inviting lapping of the sands. The soft hushed whisper of the water combing through the eroded stone and shell sediment looked so inviting to her that she could not resist the coolness and refreshment that awaited in the sunset painted waters, and raced down the crystal dusted slope to the water’s edge. It felt nice to stretch her sore and cramped stalks after walking aimlessly across these unknown lands for weeks, searching for a sign of coexisting equine life in these desolate wildernesses. The chilling liquid washed the fine layer of dirt and filth that betrayed her travels, giving her coat back its regular gloss and shine.
Her child-like mind began to churn out games to occupy the spare time she found only too often on her search for evolved beings. If one had been there, one might have thought the poor vixen mad as she hopped from tidal pool to tidal pool, or nosed around the muddied earth to scare the starfish and minnows. She would constantly run herself in patterns along the edge of the waters as if trying to memorize a dance that only she knew the secret of. Often times, Naitra would just trod the shoreline at a gentle pace muttering little chants and rhymes to herself and laugh at a silly jest.
Sunset was now taking place on the Luxan beach, creating the most breathtaking display of bright orange and blood red reflections on the horizon, like an artist angel experimenting with colors for the first time. Naitra was becoming bored with her little mind games and distractions, and decided to gallop as far as she could before growing tired and bedding down for the night. It seemed as if it would be another lonely day and night to pass before she possibly was blessed with a living sight. She longed to meet someone who could tell her where the nearest hunting grounds were for she hadn’t eaten for near a day.
She enjoyed the feeling of letting loose on this wild run and let her mind’s thoughts wander to the wind blowing her tassles, the roaring in her towers, the sights of the colorful waters flying by in such a blur that her orbs could barely keep one view from running into the next. The young vixen was suddenly brought out of the reverie by the sight of a large silhouette that looked almost exactly like another equine form, and managed to come to a skittering to halt before the sooty black, hulking figure, spraying sand in all directions, not to mention all over him. The moon-hued harlot stood there, shy, observant, attuned to his every movement and twitch, expecting an outburst from the hellion for her disgraceful and unannounced arrival.
“Good evening, dear sir,” the embarrassed femme said apologetically. Naitra barely whispered the words. The soft spoken harlot shook away her doubts as she addressed the hellion before her and kneeled. His stature seemed as if to demand respect. “May I be of some accompaniment to you?”
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Befera
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"Don't beg for things. Do it yourself, or else you won't get anything." - Adrock Thurston
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Post by Befera on Aug 30, 2010 19:34:39 GMT -5
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Hawthorne had always had a strong affinity for the ocean waves. He watched calmly as they seemed to speak in their own fragile tongues to one another as they took turns kissing the shore. The scene was tranquil as could be, and the stallion was easily engulfed in its beauty and serenity, therefore he willingly let his guard down for a moment, thinking he would be alone for at least another night here on the beach.
Little did the brute know, he would be greeted in a very abrupt and awkward fashion. When the mare approached, Thorne was more than a little surprised. He went through a cycle of emotions when the mare skidded to a messy halt before him, spraying a wave of sand over him in the process. Hawthorne wasn't the angry type, but his first instinct was to pin his harks back and scowl. He did do this for a moment, until he realized this was just a silly mare who had wandered into the area. With that thought, the Lead calmed down quite a bit, and took a few moments to recollect himself.
Shaking the sand from his pelt, the brute grunted with annoyance. He flicked the last bit from his long, black tail, and proceeded to address the mare, trying to keep a Lead-like composure. "Good evening, miss." He saw that she had kneeled before him, and such respect made him feel even more confident. Maybe there was a chance for him to take the place of his fallen superiors after all.
"Why, yes, actually," The stallion spoke with a greeting bow of the head. "Although you've seemed to make quite an.... interesting first impression, it would be mad of me to send you away." Hawthorne gave the mare a welcoming, happy expression, knowing that he needed a herd in order to become any kind of Lead, and also knowing that he didn't want to be wandering on these beaches alone anymore. This Top Dog of sorts was desperately in need of any kind of friend.
Count: 345 D: Muse: WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY WORD COUNT Notes: there's lots of quality in there, but not much quantity. Dx it'll get better, i promise.
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Rogue
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Post by Rogue on Sept 2, 2010 21:32:59 GMT -5
The vixen cringed slightly as her orbs spotted his brief moment of startled anger, and let his annoyed grunt pass over her with no offense since she had been the senseless one. She couldn’t believe that this huge hellion had not caught her attention before her anointment of sand! But then she remembered why. The spray of the sea foam had caught her fancy and was birthing the most radiant rainbow of every living color with the last waning streaks of the setting sun. She blamed it on the glowing sphere. Watching him let her stupidity of the moment sink in, his stature relaxed, so did hers. She had hoped he would see her as the stranger she was.
After hearing his consent, she straightened her posture and stood before him, her size quite minimized in his shadow. A smile graced her kisser as a red hue of embarrassment covered her facials at his description of her failure to stop. “Thank you, sire, and I deeply apologize.…” At this innuendo of submission she dropped her cranium a fraction, and watched his welcoming expression. She didn’t know if she would be able to show him enough gratitude for letting her slip up pass on the wind so quickly. There seemed to be an under motive beneath his words and actions, but she could not quite place it.
Maybe it was a fiction of her mind. Or possibly this was all just an illusion she had fancied up to get rid of her loneliness. She had been by herself for over a week. Could the salt of the ocean be messing with her mind in its weakened and potentially unstable state? No, it could not be, for there was a true stag of enormous size before her. Her nostrils could provide proof of that for his smell was pleasant and distinct with the salty sea breeze.
Feeling it okay to place some trust in this strange hellion, she spoke, “I am Naitra.” It had been a long time since she had had to say her own calling, the syllables that rolled from her tongue felt foreign in taste. Watching him closely, she could not help but wonder as to what he was thinking about. This was a constant thought on the slightly nosy harlot’s mind. She tried not to brood on these thoughts too much, for they made her feel like a rude, uninvited intruder. That, and with too much thinking came impulsive questions she could never hold back. Instead she focused on his facials and asked, “Do you know these lands well?” Then she regretted asking because he looked and acted as if he owned them. Now, she finally decided to just shut up and watch him for any sign of annoyance or dismissal. Although, it was not like she would be looking to leave anytime soon anyway.
Count: 482 Muse: -scowl- Notes: not really much at the end because I’m just slightly mad and mentally unstable. SO DON’T HATE!
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Befera
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your Lord and Master... I MEAN FRIEND
"Don't beg for things. Do it yourself, or else you won't get anything." - Adrock Thurston
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Post by Befera on Sept 7, 2010 22:17:42 GMT -5
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Count: Muse: Notes:
i can't write this tonight. too much on my mind. i'll get to it within the next couple of days.
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