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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 14:06:50 GMT -5
Torchwood
An ebony-colored stallion galloped across the terra, hooves thundering loudly as he whickered shrilly, hoping for someone to hear. He stopped abruptly, tossing his mane and flicking his banner of a tail about, beginning to paw as he waited for an answer. Nothing. Well, 'twas nothing new to this large beast.
Deep grey orbs scanned the area, and with a scowl, he began to trot forward towards a small lake, stopping in front of it and dipping his muzzle in, breaking the flat surface of the water, swallowing the icy liquid, and lifting his head, carefully.
Striking as he was, he really was the picture of imperfection, with one thing to finish it all up. A scar. Over his right eye.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 15:19:44 GMT -5
Black daggers scared the sure face which a 4-beat was but into play. Nares flared and ready for action, long pistons pumped like they were wheels on a 4-wheeler. Auds pinned back from the wind and from the aggression that was heating off. Nape arched proudly, steps fast and blurry.
My long reddish mane and tail flipped, whipped, and bounced along the winds crazy movements. Dark habits don't die hard. And I was a dark habit. Dished head was raised proudly, despite my fast speed.
Soon though, daggers stopped, everything that was loose fell forward. Meaning my long whips and tassels. I looked over, a raven colour stag was over in the water. Oh, he is thirsty. What a shame.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 15:26:03 GMT -5
Black muscle rippled as grey eyes looked over this newcomer.
Intresting...
The ebony body moved away from the river to get a better view of this creature. Boredom sweped over him like coldness. He wasn't looking for a brawl, but he could easily win one now. His energy was abundant, now that he rested.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 15:32:38 GMT -5
Cocky grin came to my mug as I stepped forward to the stallion. Leg steps high, and pleasant to watch if you were a show judge. Dished head held up proudly as I looked at the loner stag.
Lo'brute. Cursing? Blessing? Calling? Which ever side he was in, I asked for it in the "language".
Chestnut pelt twitched from the biting bugs. Wind picked up parts of my mane and tousled them around like a balloon soring up into the wind.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 15:37:42 GMT -5
A small smirk played on my lips.
Do we care, or are we stalling from something?
Black leg stamped at a bothersome fly. Impatient raven colored tail whiped in the breeze.
Torchwood. They call me. And as for you?
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 15:44:26 GMT -5
I shook my head.
Not stalling from anything. I replied back.
I sneezed as something flew into my open nares. Then regained my self to speak out.
I am cursed New York. I muttered.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 15:49:17 GMT -5
New York, are we?
Even more intresting...
Well, New York, Its fine to meet you than. Have territory, herd? I mocked with a slight smirk.
Ebony pelt twitched ans sidestepped in a failed attempt to avoid the biting pests as grey orbs glanced curiously at the other.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 15:52:46 GMT -5
I shook my head.
I am New York, not yourself. I exclaimed.
I thought of the land of my land. Oh yes.
As a matter of fact, I do have a land, The Silent Hill. And I am in process of claiming a mare as we speak. I said, a good come back for one who doesn't think.
I don't expect that you have a herd, or a mare?
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:00:30 GMT -5
Raven mane shook slightly and grey eyes rolled.
Is it rational to come to such conclusions?
'This one acts like a colt', I thought lightly to myself as i glared challengingly at the creature that stood before me.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:04:35 GMT -5
I watched him glare challenging at me. That just made me grin more.
Sorry I am better off than you. I told him. I wasn't really apologetic.
I flicked my tail, walking around him and then stepping into the water.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:09:11 GMT -5
I laughed. Is that so?
How annoying can anyone possibly be? I rolled my eyes.
I wouldn't be so sure, New York. I replied nonchalantly.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:15:08 GMT -5
I looked back up at him. Eyes at a somewhat half mast.
Then tell me, how are you so better off than I? I asked him.
As I waited for him to reply, I took a drink from the lake. Water cooled my drying throat. It felt good to wet my insides again.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:18:13 GMT -5
Oh please. Its so apparent how much better off i am.
Black lips smirked.
Im not sure if stepping in that lake was the smartest thing you could do right now. I replied slyly. A black banner of a tail waved as i stared at the red stallion.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:19:59 GMT -5
ooc:// *caugh.. please don't power play my guys, I will reply as soon as you fix it*
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:24:50 GMT -5
ooc:// i shoved the brute more into the river and stepping back to watch him struggle a front hoof out of mud. That was power playing. Other wise; this: Power playing is when you control another person character, or do not give the other Role-Player a chance to react.
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