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Post by {{BLiSSFUL}} on Sept 29, 2010 17:28:46 GMT -5
{perfection}
'who did that mare think she was?!' the pitch black colored stallion thought to himself. he continued to walk the sky was covering the ground now he was no longer visible. thoughts raced through his head.lonely thoughts, not demon dark thoughts he meant no harm to anyone even if that stunning mare had left him. it happened even before he migrated over to these lands so why did the thoughts still seem to rush through his head?grass blew following the waves of the tree's. -yawn- his eyes dropped down, and his feet began to start dragging, 'no' he thought to himself' i cannot sleep now',but his eye lids began to shut,the moon glared down on a large oak tree it must have been over 200 year old,a couple steps forward and he made it. he stretched out his two front legs and down. time passed,the sun came up although no one ever got enough sleep,and of course there was no such thing as catching up on sleep was there?so many lies told now,things used to never be like the world we now live in. one leg at a time he raised his body and got up,all it took was one shake,he never laid in mud,no of course not he always had to look good. so why was this gelding still alone?! howling was the only thing that was herd in the distance, wolfs never seemed to scare him, his large size usualy intimated them anyway. the feathers covering his hooves were damp from the dew covering the ground, it must have been about 5 in the morning. a couple bites of grass and he needed to continue. where he was going he did not even know. he was in search,in search for something to make him happy.
TAGGED; NoONE iNSPiRATiON; i HAVE NOT POSTED iN FOREVER! WORD COUNT; SORRY DiDNT COUNT!
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Post by hossluver on Sept 29, 2010 21:34:25 GMT -5
~Derik~
I was the king. The perfect king for everyone. They all had known it. I was fierce, powerful, and drop dead gorgeous! Who wouldn't want me? I was the most beautiful stud around. Tail in the air, I trotted...no, I pranced through the luscious terrain, the grass tickling my god like legs as I moved, swiftly, gracefully through the valley. Ears pricked forward, I anticipated every rock and stump, moving around them casually. And streams? Those lovely life providers snaking though the land, I looked on as one approached. It wasn't too wide, about six or seven feet, and was crystal clear. I approached it, slowing my dancing gait, and lowered my head for a drink of the liquid. It tasted wonderfully good, and once through, I turned around and walked back a few paces. Then, I spun on my heels, tearing at the stream at a full gallop! Gathering my powerful legs underneath me, I launched off the ground and landed gracefully right in the middle of the stream. I then proceeded to gracefully do a somersault, and gracefully tumble onto the other side soaking wet. Gracefully...
It was then, as I walked, refreshed my my light, graceful dip, I saw a black form walking through the territory. Ears pricked, I high stepped it over to the feather footed horse, and stared up at him inquiringly. He was a handsome brute, I'd give him that, but no, I was not interested. He probably had the ladies crawling all over him. I snorted, tossing my long forelock out of my eyes as I stared at the horse. "Hello there," I said in my high, manly voice. "My name is Derik the Brave, but you can just call me Derik," I said. The stallion was in the dumps...why should he? What could possibly make this massive stallion grumpy, or sad? I would have to investigate.
muse; fab notes; ok, wow, Derik has a HUGE EGO....if you haven't noticed. However he is graceful when he's not falling into rivers, and has a very high "manly" (in his opinion) voice....of course, in his eyes, he is the perfect example of a man. lol
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Post by {{BLiSSFUL}} on Oct 3, 2010 12:01:12 GMT -5
{perfection}
a voice came from behind him,he jumped,not too high,for such a large stallion he really needed to not be so afraid of things. "im perfect some just call me p or perft,it all depends on who it is a guess" he was a talker. Perfect eyed up the small stallion, 'who does he come off as calling himself 'the brave' he thought to himself. he stomped his legs causing the fly's to flee, they have never been this bad. This little stallion was full of himself, would he dare to start something or did he just come over here to be nosy. Perfection raised his head from the grass again taking one large breath, the breeze was cool today, the feathers surrounding his hoofs followed the breeze,he took a few steps forward towards the small chestnut stallion only too see what he really wanted. 'i hope he realizes how small he is' perfect said under his breath. there he waited,wanting his answer//
TAGGED; NoONE iNSPiRATiON; nothing,this sucked i hope i gave you something to work with WORD COUNT; SORRY DiDNT COUNT!
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Post by hossluver on Oct 3, 2010 15:30:00 GMT -5
~Derik~
Ahh, so the stallion called himself Perfect. I snorted at the name. Perfect, what kind of a name is that? There is no such thing as a perfect horse...the closest, being me, but to be named Perfect...that was just silly. I raised my head up, and laughed at his nicknames. P? Perf? Oh! Such ecstasy! He should not have told a stallion such as myself his ridiculous nicknames! He seemed an ill tempered horse, possibly irritable at my appearance, which made him far from perfect, as a perfect horse would get along perfectly with everyone so then he would most definitely be called perfect.
I picked up a trot, a lovely, flowing gait, my most beautiful right next to my gallop. I began circling the horse, tail in the air, and smiled at him. "Well, Perfect, I'll call you P then. Except, I must say P can be a rather misleading nickname, especially for a younger soul." I said with a snicker. Oh, yes, very misleading. I was definitely full of it today....my mind was elsewhere, but this massive horse couldn't possibly catch me...his big feathered feet would surely get in the way. I tossed my head, causing my mane to fly around, and i quickened my pace, circling the stallion with an intensity that could only be my own.
I was feeling very good today.
muse; pretty good...lol its easy to have muse for this guy notes; hahahahaha.....luv derik
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Post by {{BLiSSFUL}} on Oct 16, 2010 13:18:14 GMT -5
{perfection}
'you've got a lot to say don't you little one?' i said while watching him run around me in circles,he knew how to push my buttons,he figured out just how to aggravate me. i pushed the little stallion aside attempting to knock him off balance. the grass seemed better beyond him anyways. 'are you so cocky because of your size?' . he had the nerve to make fun of my name,but who of that size names there self the brave? i laughed as i continued to eat the fresh grass. my ear's flickered back and fourth awaiting to hear the small stallion move from behind myself. i never wanted to be attacked and now know. how could i live with myself knowing that something that small and arrogant beat me in a fight? i took a deep breath,until i noticed ants making up a ant hill i lifted my head letting out a large snort, about or three came out,all over derik. 'shit,man sorry' i tried to hold in my laughs but the little stallion didn't seemed to pleased about my antics. i had nothing to worry about with him knowing if i have to i will stand my ground. i had no mare beside me to protect so what did he really want? i stood and watch him and i took a couple more bites of tall grass,that seemed to slowly die before my eyes. the rain has stopped and the lakes and streams were drying out. my thirst was not too bad,becaue of the small amount of dew on the grass, that seemed to hold me for half of the day.. this is my land,i dont see anyone trying to take it.
word count; 282 muse; i wanted to start some trouble!
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Post by scenery on Feb 8, 2011 22:14:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Scenery[/glow] Silently, the young mare galloped around. She was calm and alert today, hoping to NOT be attacked by a cougar today. Her black coat and mane glowed in the sunlight, her white star brightly visible. She was 14hh and a had a beautiful build. Slick, swift and, though you couldn't really tell, muscular. Carefully she jumped over a log, and shook her mane, letting it land sofly back into place. She flicked her tail, and jumped over anothr log, only to run into a large pitch black gelding. He had a expression on his face that looked like he was about to burst out laughing. She jumped back, afraid and then saw the other stallion by him, who looked like he was really mad. Quietly, she murmured "Sory for my clumsiness." Then Scenery introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Scenery. You two are?"
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Post by {{BLiSSFUL}} on Feb 10, 2011 10:32:49 GMT -5
perfection;
i jumped around facing the other side of me as i heard a small quite voice. "your fine" i looked the mare up and down.she was a bit smaller,but very muscular. "i go by perfection,but any nickname might do" he wasn't in the mood for bullshit and the mare could probably tell by his facial expression. I watched her body movements as the small stallion stood near me. "we were just having a small argument about my name,which he obviously got put into his place.."
ooc;this is short,hoss isnt posting anymore,so we just will have to start up with these too..
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Post by scenery on Feb 10, 2011 19:32:20 GMT -5
Scenery;
Scenery sighed and smiled a soft smile. She whispered the name a few time, just to hear the ring it had when he said it. Scenery didn't know why that other horse had made fun of his name! "Well, it's a good thing he did get put back into his place" she snorted and then continued; "I think it is a perfect name. It has a ring to it." Carefully she stepped and looked square at the gelding, looking, with her scarlet eyes, deeply into his own. They were deep, endless it seemed. She got lost in them for a second, sending her into deeper memories. It scared her. Her facial expression turned terrified, and she looked as if she were about to faint.
When Scenery was born, she was born away from her herd since her mother separated from the herd not long before Scenery was born. About a week later, it was time for the two to head back. Scenery was excited to meet other foals and play. The two females had to climb up a mountain to catch up to the herd. Once they had started the climb, a storm had started. They couldn't see how high they were, since the rain was falling so hard. They struggled upon the slippery rocks, careful to not fall. Scenery's mother was 16, and had better footing. Scenery's footing began to get better, she realized. Scenery glanced up for a split second, only to look back down to see her mother, struggling to slow the fall down the mountain. The terrified whinny from the mother send a shock of fear down the filly's spine. She whinnied back, but she could not see her mother through the pounding rain, and struggled to contain herself. With one last terrified whinny from her mother, came a thud and the all was silent other than the pounding of the rain. The terrified filly continued to climb.
Slowly, she collapsed to her knees. A small tear slid down her cheek. She sighed deeply, and stopped crying, but sat there, trying to contain herself. Scenery couldn't figure out why she was crying, but she guessed she was scared of the whinny that her mother had let out. Scenery looked at the gelding embarrassed. She whispered, careful to contain herself "I'm sorry I broke down on you. I guess..." She stopped herself before breaking down again.
WC: 398 OCC: Ok. Will do.
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Post by {{BLiSSFUL}} on Feb 12, 2011 11:34:39 GMT -5
perfection;
i watched as the mare fell to her knee's like they gave out. i was never good at reading minds or knowing when something was wrong. it was hard to bring out the caring side in me. for my history was not something another stud would be proud of. i was hurtful and knew how to be a cold hearted asshole.
her eyes were locked with mine,i moved closer to her,wanting her to feel some sort of comfort. i wanted compassion in my life. almost as this mare would change my ways. "what is bothering you" as i layed down,witch always seemed to be troublesome with my height. Gently nuzzling her neck "your okay,is there something bothering you" i asked her.. 'of course there is coming bothering her you fucking moron,she's crying!' i thought to myself.
something in this girl reminded him of his mother. almost like a flashback. he took care of her,he protected her. perfect was no longer in a herd,he had no one to protect no one to take care of any longer. which made him revert to anger,revert to making any mare his bitch. this one was different.there was hurt in her eyes.
different thoughts emotions rushes through his brain, what if i get attached and she leaves me. i don't want to hurt her. once more he looked at the mare "i want to warn you,i don't have a good reputation, Ive hurt mares before,I've abused and tried to take full control over them" maybe being here with me is no good for you, i should be better off alone,i don't want you getting hurt." i turned my head putting it towards the ground, wondering if she would still be there when i looked up.
WC:291.
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Post by scenery on Feb 13, 2011 14:31:17 GMT -5
Scenery;
Looking deep into his angry eyes, she knew, inside, she should be running. She should be running as fast as she could. But, for some reason, she felt content. Safe. She could help him, the same as he could help her. Pushing away his first question if something was bothering her, Scenery stopped crying and nuzzled him this time, trying to comfort him. She spoke softly "I won't leave. I will try to help you." remembering what she was feeling she added "I feel safe with you." Putting her head on the ground softly, she looked into his eyes. She knew she was weird. Most mares would have been running. She stayed put, not even feeling the slightest indication to run. If he had been like he said he was, why was he still here? Why had he comforted her? Scenery's eye's showed no sort of terror. They were normal. Laying beside him, she stared into his eyes and stayed there, waiting.
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