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Post by E S H E ; on Apr 13, 2007 19:47:01 GMT -5
I have found the S A F E S T place to keep all our old mistakes [/center] The wind blew gently across the earth. It brushed the apex's of the grass and then swept up to ruffle the leaves. It was spring. The breeze was cold, like winter, but summer was coming around the corner. It was like the clove of season, except it was not. It seemed that only winter and summer where the only seasons and that fall and spring were the in-betweens that changed. Summer and winter: the two extremes. Spring and fall: the other two seasons. No one actually cared about those seasons, right? Incorrect. Spring was the season of foals and growth. Every plant poked out from the previously frost bitten soil and sprouted to get warmed by the sun. This was also the season of love. Young equines dwelled together and found something that they thought wasn't possible or had only dreamt of. And they then would continue to thinking that no one would understand and then only would they run away. Few would actually return happy, but those who did, would regret no moment about it. Oh, it was spring, it was spring. Sadly, Eshe knew nothing of this love or foals. All she knew, was that her mother had died in this season, a few cycles ago...
Eshe had lived here all her life, she knew nothing else. Her mother had wandered into the Land of Rindles looking for a place to foal. When Eshe had been born, her mom had fallen in love with the land and stayed here. She had been an old bruja and knew that her end was near. She didn't want the hassle of other equines preassuring her to have another foal, so she decided to raise her young'ing here. Eshe was born a curious foal. Always full and asking questions. She loved LOR but because there were no other equines around, she missed out. Of course this had it's drawbacks, for Eshe never learned how to get along in a herd, she'd never even thought that equines lived in a herd. All she knew was LOR. She didn't understand even love until her mother passed. She didn't know what to call it. It just hurt. She'd seen no equines since, she was on her own. But, she loved LOR too much to go exploring, or maybe, she was scared to. She'd spent her whole life here, why leave? She owned the land. No borders, no limits, it was all hers. The birds were hers, as well as the loam that she stood on. All hers. Oh, the joy.
Hoof beats padded along the soft rain sprinkled loam. There was a soft snort every few strides, even a little whip of the tail. It was Eshe, queen of her own idealized land. No one else lived here, only she did. Pools glanced every directions as she inspected her habbitat. No signs of predators today. Maybe the wolves had moved on. Good, she hated those God damn demolinations. Better with them off. A bird flew across the azul dipped heavens. It let out a small screech before continuing. Eshe stopped her trotting. She halted square and lifted her dial to the clouds. Pools flashed up. A sparrow. She'd taken a special intrest to the nature of LOR. Birds were her specialty. She'd noticed that to crows tended to stay easty while the smaller birds stayed more northward. Some left during fall and returned during the spring. The Canadian Goose had recently returned. They tended to dwell by the lake. Dial was shaken left to right as she snorted and placed her pools into the far horizon. She loved this land, more than what she loved herself. She'd die here, so had she vowed. Never, would she share this land with anyone than the woodland creatres that laready resided here, the sun and the moon. This was her domain. Never in her wildest dreams, would she meet another equine. This land, was her land. The only thing I haven't done yet is die
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 13, 2007 21:49:27 GMT -5
The wandering vix stumbled upon a clearing, disgusted by its serenity. Everything seemed so perfect and it irritated her. The birds were singing jovially as the ever-present globe began to retire for the night. Azure skyline faded into a crimson and gold tapestry. Jade terra settled into a darker tan, and finally a silhouette of the colors left behind. Yes, she made this her home. She was used to wandering near and far, following the foilage. This place seemed suitable for her at the moment.
A small cottontail was nibbling at the brush near the sidelines of the meadow. It caught the mares eye and in a heartbeat, the dominatrix raced to capture it. Pedates scarred the ground as she thundered across the lush pastures. Canvas glided as if she werent moving, though tendrils whipped in the wind as she neared toward her victim. One stomp, and a crunch was heard. There went the life of an innocent cottontail. The hawks and crows would enjoy lapping up her victory. She snorted with a cynical sense of humor and trotted away, cranium held regally with pride.
A new scent lingered in her olfactory glands. What was this? It was the perfume of another of her kind. She had taken a whiff before, but brushed it off as nothing. But this was much stronger. A quick glance, and the frame of the mare was spotted. Ah, a petite figure, one she hadn't seen before. Several snorts were emmitted as she cleansed her nadirs and whiffed again, taking in the mare's scent.
Charcoal femme sauntered towards the other, stopping several yards away. Was this one brave enough to venture toward her? Or should she just ignore her new sight and let bygones be bygones? They say curiosity killed the cat. Perhaps her dam should have named her Curiosity instead of Sideways Glance, but such is life. A name is just a name after all. She’ll still kill the cat.
The vixen huffed at the sight of the dame. She was in too much of an idealized state of mind. Ah it’d be a joy to torment her, but something in the wench told her to give the mare a chance. Her presence was made known. It was up to the ‘native’ to make her introduction, if she so chose.
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Post by E S H E ; on Apr 14, 2007 1:20:06 GMT -5
Oh, there is no escaping it now, baby doll [/center][/i] Pools closed. The bruja that stood at a mere 15.2 hh and didn't stand too much up to her mothers height. Her dam had been known to throw small foals. Of course, Eshe was educated by none of this. It was all foreign to her. Soft snorts emitted form her nares as she twitched her auds back and forth. Taking in all the sounds of the area. Nature. Oh, she loved it. Her nares took in the scents of the area. Wait...there was a distrubance. It was faint and lingered in her nares. It was sweet but it Eshe found it stining her nares as a sour stench. Ivorns began to grit as she found herself getting restless. What was that scent? So alien...yet so familiar. Auds twitched. There was a creature moving. The scent was coming closer...closer.
Pools opend. Eshe felt her breath get taken away. Auds pricked foreward. An equine. She trembled. A sting of pride sparked in her chassie. Her heart began beating a thousand times a second. This was...<i>impossible.</i> No...this couldn't be. Eshe hadn't seen another living equine for the past three years. Curiosity seem to get the best of her as she pricked her ear lobes foreward. This couldn't be real. Confusion then set it. Why had someone appearand now? There hadn't been a single equine in these parts except for herself for six years. It just didn't make sense. She didn't know how to react though. Anger began flowed through her veins, this was her land, no one else's.
Auds didn't pin back though. There was no need to unless this equine wanted to attack her and that didn't seem to be her motive. Ivorns gritted as she flashed the bruja a look of confusion and anger. This was her terrain. Pride swelled up inside of her chassie.
Why are you here?
She aksed. The sound of her own voice suprised her. Actually, for the past three years she hadn't spoken. She'd forgotten how to speak almost. Snorts emitted from her nares. She stood her ground, tall and strong. This was an intruder. Mother Nature shouldn't accept this! Things would be thrown off balance, then more would flock in and take over her precious adobe and then the effect would snowball out of control. Oh no oh no. This could not be.
Speak up.
She said once more. She was still in shock but wouldn't let it show. Wings won't save you now, dearest
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 14, 2007 18:36:34 GMT -5
This little wench seemed to fit right in. Standing all daintily in the midst of such perfection. Either the environment made the mare or the mare made the environment. The dark queen would hope the former, for the mare’s sake. It seemed like an oil painting from Van Gough, perhaps. The stillness swept over with slight motion, and everything more brilliant than it should be. A Starry Night it was, with the spring breeze warming the foliage beneath. She could smell the pollen polluting the air and knew it was breeding season for the flora in the area. If this was the beauty of starry night, then she could see “The scream” in the dainty one in the distance as the queen approached. Ah yes, she startled the one who still had no name. This was fun, but not her purpose. Vixen shook the look of amusement off her face and instantaneously replaced it with a stoic gaze. lets get to the point. Her mind took over while her ego took a sideline for the time being. Audits pricked forward in a feigned interest while vast pools stared into her soul, it seemed. I’m here because I am. Yes this was as polite as she could get. One would say she tried, but everyone knew it would be a lie. And you are? Cynical gaze prodded further into the impeding bruja as a form of intimidation. She already towered over this small one by a good four inches, and her entire figure seemed to swell upon the meeting. A single step was taken forward to make the point clear that the vixen was not one to mess with, but to respect – if not, fear. The pride was evident in the nameless one, but so were many other emotions she tried to hide. Whipcords writhed across hindquarters as the flies tried to find their meal on her hide. She impatiently awaited a quick response that was due yesterday. Of course things were to be thrown off balance, Sideways Glance was here. Balance was how she directed it, not how she was directed to be. Her charcoal form was now complete ebony in the darkening landscape while the scenery was blurred in the peripheral of the confrontation. There was no love. Yet there was no hate. Yet. Everything was due to change any moment, yet it remained stagnant for the time being. Curiosity was still present, and the vix was determined to see where it went.
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Post by E S H E ; on Apr 14, 2007 20:16:49 GMT -5
Feed your case with BROKEN wings [/center]
Eshe, had never been in a herd, she'd never known the difference between Lights, Darks and Neutrals. She didn't even know that they existed. So, the fac that a Royal Dark was standing in front of her didn't strike her as such. All she thought of the warmblood like bruja was that she was an intruder in her space. She had only heard about the opposite sex, threw her mother, but had never even seen a male equine. Oh, she had been opressed. Living in this paradise had come with some of the most terrifying cons one could think of. Of course, Eshe didn't know what was out there. All she knew was that this was her home, and the bruja in front of her was a stranger to the land and herself. Nares flared. She watched as the bruja began to proceed in her direction. Auds didn't pin, she didn't feel freight. She had no reason to be scared. Why would you be scared if you had never known to be scared of an equine? Not in her wildest dreams would she even think of the fact that this was a Dark. Her mother had never spoken to her about the different kinds of equines that there could be. It was sad but true, that at the age of six cycles, she was still an untouched creature.
Snorts emitted from her nares. Whipcord slahsed vertically as she flicked her sides. As the bruja approached, Eshe didn't move. Why should she move? Where would she move if she did? Out of the way? Not a f-cking chance. Never would she move out of the way for someone else. Eshe was still in shock that this bruja was standing here. It was just too awkward but somehow right at home. To be hoenst, she was curious about the equine. She hadn't seen one in so long. The bruja was obviously a more stocky and stronger breed than herself. Eshe stood nimble compared to her. Though the strangers body did display strengh, it lacked speed. Speed didn't matter in this event though. Size was the only thing that mattered, but Eshe didn't feel intimidation on bit. So she stood her ground, defying every aspect of Dark, Light and Neutral culture. She wasn't stepping out of the way for this ignorant bruja.
Eshe was not ready when the other began to question her. Ivorns gritted in frustration. GET OUT GET OUT! This bruja wasn't going to go though, not even though Eshe wanted her to leave and never come back on her life. Pools flashed around her, what if there were more equines? Pools travled back to the bruja. Should she answer? Yes or no? Velvets parted as the bruja spoke up.
I am Eshe.
Saying her name was almost shocking. Only her mother had said it, she'd never spoken it. Pools stayed directly on the other bruja. Eshe had no idea what to make out of this situation yet.
And you, who are you?
Eshe anticipated the bruja to tell her calling, if she didn't, then it obviously wasn't worth knowing. One should take pride into their name. It made no sense to keep it hidden. It just dind't make sense. Snorts emitted from her nares as she rasied her dial higher to face the Dark. There was now freight that shone in them, only curiosity and a hint of anger, or was it an irritated look? Who knew? Eshe didn't. She didn't know much at all.
Cry on the couch until the poets come to lie
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 14, 2007 21:08:08 GMT -5
The vixen was stunned at this mare’s lack of fear. Most would tremble in her presence, but not this one. She seemed too ignorant to know what was good for her. She seemed similar to SG’s age, and yet knew very little of a pecking order. how was this possible? she thought. Probably lack of interaction… but most unsocialized equines choose flight as a first instinct. Was this land truly that sheltered? Incredible. The demoness got straight to the point, not wasting much time. In a powerful voice, the mare spoke. “Name’s Sideways Glance. Queen of those…” She cackled a bit, but quickly stifled it. “Darker than you.” This petite bruja seemed to not be possessed with a dark spirit. She didn’t seem too light either… which was a good thing for her sake. The lighter species made her want to vomit, even though it was physically impossible for any equine to do. Instead, she merely wished to kick each of them in the face. The look of amusement was slightly more than obvious as lips curled into a sickening smile at that fleeting thought.
She whickered, almost motherly, giving the feigned impression that she could be trusted. This one, from the looks of it, could be molded… The femme was a soldier in her heart, and in her blood. Anyone could be recruited in her mind. Few, she knew, would come out cold hard killers like her. They were either made for it or they weren’t. Such was that of nature and breeding. Its either in you or it isn’t. Since her murder of the cottontail, not many animals dared come near her, and it was deathly quiet around them. Seemed too quiet almost, but the vix only made a note of it and continued on. She was awkward at small talk, and thought it unnecessary.
A quick arch of the neck and she plucked off a horsefly that had just recently attatched itself to her. Leaving a crimson stain on her ashen canvas, she knew she had rid it of her body – and its life. Each muscle flexed and the pale moonlight caught each ripple with a lustrous sheen. Aye, she was a strong one, and had no problem showing that to others. The little mare seemed frustrated with the thought of the matriarch standing in front of her, but SG didn’t waver. She had no need. She seemed to be egging on more questions by simply standing there, but if none arose, she’d go on her way, keeping her eye on this one. She could be useful…
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Post by E S H E ; on Apr 16, 2007 17:52:22 GMT -5
There's a gene at the bottom of the bottle, && he owes me one last WISH The jealous moon had taken over the hemisphere. Shows were cast upon the land. Eshe hadn't noticed yet. Now she did. It wasn't cold though, it was very warm outside. Pools returned and settled upon the bruja. The darkness seemed to fit her. Eshe couldn't pick out why, but there was something about this bruja that hinted toward mutiny. It made Eshe wonder. She had always asked questeions, but this was a differnt one. Was there more to good and bad than what her mother had inforced? For example, you could do the right thing, and wrong thing, but was there an exagerated version of both? The thing that her mother had called dark and light in the stories she had told her? It was funny how infulanced by her mother Eshe still was. It was a little awkward but she'd gotten used to it. After all, her mother had been the honly equine that she had thought living for quite some time now, but this bruja was proving her wrong, very wrong. So there was soutside life, beyond LOR. Oh, it made Eshe's mind race, so many places, so many equines, so many different experince's that she had no thought possible. The sad part was, this was all alien to her.
She continued to gaze at the bruja. Sideways Glance. A pretty name. She flickered her auds as the bruja continued but broke her sentance off. Queen...what? Oh, now she had caught all of Eshe's attention. What "queen", what kind? Whipcord slashed from left to right flank. This bruja was hiding something, she could feel it. Thought it gave her a bad feeling she didn't stir, she had to not let an intruder pass by without telling her everything. Eshe had no idea that Mother nature had granted positions of King and Queen to different races. If Eshe had to be catagorized, it would be into the Neutral section. Since she had had no past experiance with Dark's and Lights, so Neutral seemed to fit. Being a Neutral was nice, even though Eshe didn't know she was one, it let you get away with things but at the same time, you weren't killing equines at each glance. Eshe would have a lot to leanr when it came to races, but she was generally untouched by Dark and Light infulances. She had been on her own too long with no equine interaction.
Queen of what?
Eshe smirked, she was curious, and sheknew that it was blantly obvious that SG had all her attention. "Those darker than you." That wasn't a good answer. Pools threatend to roll in their socets as Eshe gave a snort.
Don't judge by apperances.
Eshe didn't want to be judged, it was like the bruja was calling her weak, which Eshe was defintly not. Even if his plane crashes tonight he'll find someway to dissappoint me Sorry for the short postehh
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 17, 2007 17:15:14 GMT -5
Perhaps it was because her dam did not raise her. Perhaps it was because of where she grew up. Perhaps it was because of those she grew accustomed to when she was younger. Whatever it was, it made her who she was today. Darker than the bleak of a cold winter’s night. It seemed the vixen always appeared as an overcast shadow, but was more blatant than the glare of the sunlight against the pools of water set upon the ground. The queen refused to mention most of her past, so all that would ever be revealed was the past few years of her lifeless existence. There was no mention of childhood ever, and nobody would ever be able to figure out why.
She knew she had this innocent one by the tail now. The curiosity in the opposer’s optics was more than evident. This one might just be able to be easily influenced. If not, she’d still keep watch. She was too fun in her ignorance. Probably not by her choosing, but such is life and the experiences that are given… or taken in her own regard. The charred vix was almost too casual with everything, as if the devil himself were taking her place in his deceit. A soft smile was given, but the bloodlust still flickered in her eyes. She loved the answer that was given, although a smirk and a snicker came, almost in a teasing fashion. The queen remained almost too aloof, knowing this one would continue to pester. What a great idea. Pester away.
Oh I’m terribly sorry. I just figured…
She paused, giving a brief moment for Eshe to get even more riled up. That you weren’t up to much fun with others… Hopefully… well actually there was no hopefully about it. Her ebon tresses glided in the cool breeze as the moon still shone above them. Clouds began to move in, cloaking the world in even more of a blurred darkness. She knew she retained the attention of this young bruja, and basked in every moment. Aye, she was cocky, but she didn’t let her arrogance get the best of her, ever.
It started to drizzle, then downpour. The rain was warm, like the kind of romantic rain in the spring people refuse to bring an umbrella during. It quickly soaked all that it touched, and the demoness didn’t let it bother her. Ebon tendrils quickly stuck to her pelt, and ashen canvas turned black. She seemed to fit in perfectly with the rain, and soak up the precipitation as it came. Something about her stood out, and her regal stature became even more royal in the worst of the conditions. Mother nature could throw the worst she had at her, and the vix would just roll with the punches. She rebuked the storms, scolded the rains, but still showed her respects in her own dark way – simply by enjoying each and every natural disaster there was. Of course she would enjoy a disaster – she wreaked her own havoc, and the aid of mother nature simply added to the commotion.
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Post by E S H E ; on Apr 17, 2007 22:15:08 GMT -5
Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? Mother Nature seemed to love to throw everything she could at the land. The heavens upon lit up as a small thunder erupted through the land. Then, ever so softly the aqua began to drizzle from the clouds. The small tear droplets pounded upon her hide. The Gods’ were crying. At least so Eshe pictured it. Millions of mystical animals in the cloud pouring out their tears over the sinful earth. It wasn’t like that though, it was Mother Nature. It was her work, her creation. She gave them water to drink, vegetation and most of all, she gave them the bright orb in the sky called the sun. Oh, Mother Nature had pulled off wonders. Eshe had always thought that she had an immense imagination to be able to pull off all the creation on the world. From the rain droplet to the tree. From birth, to death. The world was an ironic place that contradicted its self all the time. It was funny, how the two were both Mother Nature’s creations. Death and birth. The two canceled each other out immediately, death being cold, birth being new and full of life. It was the whole anatomy of how things worked. There was a perfect balance toe everything. Even though Mother Nature was hypocritical, it all worked out in the end.
Pools watched the Satanist bruja. Her words confused Eshe. Her dial shook gently, tresses gently sliding over her pelt as they wavered back and forth until the got into position. A lot didn’t make sense to her right now. She still hated and loved this bruja at the same time. It was thrilling to have equine contact once more, but Eshe couldn’t forget. For as long as she could remember, LOR had been hers. What if more equines were wandering in? They’d contaminate and pollute her air.
Are there more coming?
She couldn’t wait for and answer.
There are…
A growing pain erupted inside of Eshe. What would happen next? Would there be some that were dominant over her? God D*mn it, I’ll bow down to no one except Mother Nature. If someone said they were dominant over them, she’d turn her back on them. Obviously, the world had turned it’s back on her anyway. Figures. Confusion stirred in Eshe as she watched the “darker” bruja as she had called herself. Eshe’s joints stiffened, she didn’t want to share this land. Oh God, no, never would she share. Over her dead body. Ivorns gritted as she watched the other bruja.
How did you get here? Why are you here?
This was more of a demand than a question. She needed to know how and why, and quick.Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die, but I’m scared of what comes after [/center]
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 19, 2007 0:02:07 GMT -5
The screech owl gave its enchanting, yet haunting lullaby to the earth as the crickets chimed in their harmony. Bats could be heard in the highest of pitches as they swooped down to capture the insects that rose in the humidity. Such is life after a warm spring rain. The torrential downpour suddenly ceased and life returned to a more than normal state. Earthworms down below suffocated on the drenched soil and the nearby robins and orioles took advantage of the opportunity, even so late at night. Clouds still covered the sky’s brilliant starry glow, but with a few parts, the silver lining gave way to the lucky few bulbs to give sheen to the drenched earth. Once parched, now nearly flooded. The clay and rocky terra made sure of it, allowing very little perspiration to seep through its cracks. Leaves on the trees, once limp, were slowly straining toward the troposphere once again. Preparing for sunrise perhaps, or maybe trying to rid them of the sogginess that became them. Ah how just one event will thoroughly change how everything reacts. The only thing that did not react was the feminine beast.
She still contained the same sobriety as always, refusing to show any true emotions. Most of it was falsified, but none could ever tell. Ah the actress she was – she knew how their minds worked, and worked their minds to her advantage. She supposed that was why Mother Nature gave her the gift of hypnosis. Not like she truly needed it. But it was nice, don’t get her wrong. A faint quiver of lips emerged into a soft, almost motherly smile as she inhaled one last chestful of oxygen before beginning:
The lands are what move me as I search for food and a decent place to inhabit to begin my own family once again. After my previous band dispersed from unforeseen incidents, I was on my own for several years, battling it out with Mother Nature. I fought through the storms and landed on this tract of land that we are currently standing. I am here because it is my destiny – my fate.
That was probably the longest she had spoken in quite some time, and she’ll be damned if she was to speak more than a sentence again. Well, come to think of it, she’s already damned… but nevertheless, the wench did not have a fondness for words. They were superfluous to her since she always believed actions spoke louder than words. But considering she wanted to remain on this mare’s good side for the time being, she stroked her ego – and mused her with answers. Cranium still was held higher than Eshe’s to instill dominance, but she was not overpowering – she was actually approachable, but little did anyone know she was constantly scheming… constantly plotting. ooc: sry its taken so long, theres been a lot on my plate recently...
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