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Oct 24, 2008 10:40:49 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 24, 2008 10:40:49 GMT -5
Right, these horses are really important. You can't have them and then dissapear off the face of the earth please. Just make sure you'll be here and active as these horses are the ones that will be pushing the plot to extreme heights! If you have read the plot you will know what this is all about if you still don't then keep reading. Well, Keys the horse whos next born will be the Equine to bring battle to the Land and see whos the better horse. But she won't be easy, she will not allow anyone to try to breed with her so she will not have a foal until she has found the right one. These are three horses who have to fight, steal and try breed with her;
Name; Bluecoat Age; 4 Gender; Male Breed; Thoughbred Pelt color; Bay Markings; A snip down his nose Personality; Kind Enthusiastic Full of himself Thinks he can rule mares Hard Word limit; 600
Name; Pharoh Age; 6 Breed; Gyspy Vanner Gender; Male Pelt color; Piebald Markings; N/A Personality; Kind Quick witted Flirty Gentle Word limit; 300 - Congrats Kat
Name; Ralex Age; 3 Breed; Shire Gender; Male Pelt color; Black Markings; Stockings up to his knees and a blaze down his face. Personality; Pushy Strong Very flirty Wild Unruly Word limit; 400
Closed. There maybe another one if someone goes inactive!
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Oct 24, 2008 13:35:25 GMT -5
Post by Kat on Oct 24, 2008 13:35:25 GMT -5
His quick wittedness and kind gentleness have always served this piebald stallion extremely well. But this new mare he was after was causing him a bit of trouble. She was being difficult. His natural charms weren't working with her. No, she was being stubborn. He'd been getting her gifts, jewels, treats, so many other things. This was causing Pharoh some distress. This Gypsy Vanner knew that the next foal she would bare would bring them to battle. He wanted it to be his blood that helped to create it. He increased his flirting, getting her gifts everything to win her heart and favour.
"Keys, I have done so much for you and still you refuse my good graces. What is it that you do not like about me?" He asked her as he looked upon her lovely form with a smile. "Whatever it is, I can change it for you. Keys please tell me." How pathetic yet flirtacious that sounded. Pharoh was determined to win her favour to be the one whose blood helped to push the herds into battle. Besides, he'd seen his competition. He was so much better than them. He could make her happy. Pharoh would win this contest for Keys' heart.
His piebald coat was marked by so many scars from fights he'd fought for her. Always Pharoh had done for Keys always had he done them mainly for her, but also for himself, to prove he could do what needed to be done. Pharoh would make sure he would win, he doted on Keys, gifts treats, fights. He'd done much for her. The trouble was that she was stubborn refusing to let him be the one who's blood mixed with her's to create the leader. He wouldn't give up on all he'd be doing, oh no, if need be, he would make it far more than it needed to be. "Keys tell me what you want me to do. For your favour."
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Oct 24, 2008 13:38:13 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 24, 2008 13:38:13 GMT -5
You get the part, you can reply to her now!
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Oct 24, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -5
Post by Kat on Oct 24, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -5
Where at?
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Oct 24, 2008 13:47:31 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 24, 2008 13:47:31 GMT -5
In the Black night board. Key's is there and she knows the Wisdom so yeah, she will accept him with flirtyness, so things will get messy, as I got wild muse! [/blockquote]
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Martyr
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Oct 26, 2008 2:34:47 GMT -5
Post by Martyr on Oct 26, 2008 2:34:47 GMT -5
Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce to you Ralex The soft breeze was icy as it hissed across the meadow towards the outskirts of a small valley, beckoning you to face the west. There the sky was illuminated by the setting sun. The large thunder heads that threatened a storm were painted with various shades of pink oranges and purples, the sky itself a pale blue. In the distance, silhouetted against this colorful display, was a large snow capped mountain, just below that the shadows of rolling foothills. To the left and right loomed tall trees, old in age. They leaned protectively over the natural path; their long skeleton fingers reached greedily at the approaching stallion. The loud thunder of hoof beats could be heard from the far side of the hill. The reassuring crunch of the fallen leaves and the frozen grass told the travelers secret, announcing him to the world. He peaked the hill, a massive form coming from the distance. His head bobbed slightly with the steady rhythm of his brisk walk, his muscles flexed as they worked to keep him moving, bulging and rippling across his body. His long tail drug on the ground behind him, the end of it was decorated with various leaves and small sticks. His coat was a beautiful ebony, sleek and silken, certainly well kept. Tall white stockings slid up his sturdy legs, and the same white smeared down his long face. His mane was long and thick, falling at his shoulder in a uniform manner, as was his forelock, neatly fallen between his deep set eyes. They shifted casually here and there surveying his new surroundings. He snorted, taking in the new scents of this place, steam spilling from his nostrils into the cold crisp fall air. His thick muscular neck was arched, his chin tucked formally, he looked very noble upon his arrival. His ears twitched as he came to a halt atop the steep slope.
He came in search of the mare called Key’s, for he had heard the prophecy of her offspring and wasted no time to win her heart. He was Ralex, and his heart was greedy. He is not a bad stag, not evil anyway; he has learned that in order to make it big you must demand our way, and he was used to just that, getting his way. His rugged handsome physic would be helpful but Key’s was said to be kind and sweet, he couldn’t wait to meet her. A smile spread his thick lips as he beckoned to her and gave warning to any who might be his competition.
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Oct 26, 2008 3:03:49 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 26, 2008 3:03:49 GMT -5
Okay, I will get back to you later on. [/blockquote]
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Oct 26, 2008 3:07:50 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 26, 2008 3:07:50 GMT -5
The postiton has been awarded to you, cause it was a really good post, but you always have to write 400+ words, if I find you not then he will be taken away from you.. [/blockquote]
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offtheheezay
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And Sweetie, i've got to say that I'm really not worth the time of your day. <3
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Oct 26, 2008 6:34:52 GMT -5
Post by offtheheezay on Oct 26, 2008 6:34:52 GMT -5
.& the happiest day of my life is the day that i die. The thoroughbred brute stepped upon the terrain. His onyx coat gleamed in the afternoon sun. His figure was slender and tall; you could say he looked stunning. Bluecoat raised his harks, set them forward for any signs of life upon the terrain. His ebon globes narrowed as he searched the land; the bitter breeze hitting him like a thousand bee's stinging his heels. A shover went down his spine, causing every inch of his muscles to tense up and make him feel slightly uncomfortable. Bluecoat shook his dial, his long locks slightly shaking as they parted to both sides of his nape. The diablo looked to the sod and snorted, getting impatient with the loneliness. He pawed the sod, flicking the no good mud behind him. He shook his dial feircly and stared around the terrain.
Bluecoat's good heart and enthusiastic mind was serving him well nowadays. He had good friends, but also had enemies at the same time. But the one thing that struck him, and it was hard to understand was the fact he never had a nymph to protect and call his own. He had his eyes on one though; her name was Keys. Bluecoat had his eyes locked upon her, and he had promised to serve her well and stand with her through thick and thin. But she wasn't easy to manage. Bluecoat had been trying hard with her, flirting and trying to show her that he was crazy for her. But she wasn't interested and she never showed any emotion about his love. This caused Bluecoat to work harder with her, flirting some more, dropping more hints, stuff like that. Not even that worked, it was getting harder and harder each time the diablo met her. And every time they met, Bluecoats heart would almost skip a beat. But what was it she didn't like about him? Was it he was too kind and she wanted someone more... darker? It was hard to think, Bluecoat didn't have many flaws in himself, he thought he was quite spiffy himself.
The diablo snorted, it was hard to think when your mind revolved around something completely different. Thats all he wished for was a family, he wanted to raise heirs who had the same blood as him. So he could teach them how to survive. Though Keys eyes seemed to be looking else where than him, she didn't seem to care. It started to cause Bluecoat distress, he began to get more aggressive towards the other brutes who was fighting for her love, and not even his aggression got him much attention. Bluecoat snorted and shook his large dial, he could only hope that she'd choose him over the other peices of dirt and come running. Even so, if she wasn't and chose someone else, I'm sure they wouldn't mind a challenge would they? Ah, Bluecoats fighting skills would show them that he was the real brute of them all. His dial raised to the thought; yes, he was no match for them, he'd take them down with a heartbeat.
Bluecoat formed a curved smile upon his ebon kissers. His onyx globes narrowed as he lowered his mug to the sod to graze. The emrald blades danced in what there was of the breeze. He ripped them from the roots and began to eat, swallowing them as they slithered down his throat like nothing. The grass was beginning to get shorter with the weather, not much seemed to grow now. Bluecoat nodded slightly and lifted his dial to the air. He saw a slim figure move on the far side. He stepped forth, his globes searching. Then a smile curved onto his kissers once again; more of a satanic grin this time. He walked forth and stopped again. "Keys.." He whickered, his lyrics so soft, so gentle. He nodded as he lowered his mug slightly as he watched her. "What are you doing here?" He asked worridly, he seemed to be getting protective over the nymph, but could you blame him? She was beautiful and had his heart locked onto her; he didn't know how he would cope if she were to be hurt. He snorted and looked at her, his eyes starry as he gazed at her.
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Oct 26, 2008 6:39:23 GMT -5
Post by D.eath on Oct 26, 2008 6:39:23 GMT -5
Wow! Accepted. There may be more canons guys
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