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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Jun 2, 2007 19:12:05 GMT -5
The wind swept over the grassy plains, the orange-brown stalks of dried grass swayed in the thick breeze, making waves across the prairie. A golden figure galloped through the grasses, leaving a path of crushed blades behind her. The wind caused by the equines speed caused the ivory tressels to blow out behind her. Quite a scene she was to see, galloping across the open terra. Muscles flexing beneath her sunlight hued pelt. Pearly hooves dig up the land that she was soaring over. All of a sudden, the femme digs her flints into the dirt. The mare brought to an abrupt halt. Forelock cascades from its place atop her dome and slides over pools of a deep mahogany. Pink nostrils flare up as she scents the air for the smell of others. A disappointed sigh was given when she found no trace of another. Regal cranial lowers to the firma. At first she sniffs the blades then she starts to graze. A glaze of boredom had covered her pools, pendulum whips at her sides at the feel of pests landing on her back. Another sigh was given from the vix. Her name? Illusion.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 14, 2007 16:18:37 GMT -5
To be true as the tide, and free as a windswell, joyful and loving in letting it be... he sang, his voice dipping up and down with the tune he fit to his words, echoing out over the prarie. As if in response, a soft breeze rippled the long grasses around him. To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand... he stopped, suddenly. Another of his tribe, a palomino, stood before him. She had not yet seen him. A quick sniff identified her: Illusion. Illusion! Illie! he called to her trotting closer. Have you heard my newest song? Here: Horses are creatures who worship the earth They gallop on feet of Ivory Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are Free. He looked at her intently, waiting for an answer.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 14, 2007 22:09:11 GMT -5
A grullo stud sauntered in, long black mane flopping in his face and laying shroudlike over his neck. His creme-crested tail flicked lazily at nothing in particular. The lead stallion of Earth, Granite, had arrived. There was a smile planted on his dark face and his rich brown eyes sparkeled with good humor.
Nice tune, he called to his second-in-command, Denver. Rhyme needs a little work though, my good man. But we got more pressing issues. Wind's shapin' up for a fight. I don't think they're comming after us, but ya know they will eventually. The stallion shook his head and his ivory and ebony mane became even more unkepmt and carefree-looking. Don't understand why they always have to scrap. Nutters, all of them.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 15, 2007 14:53:41 GMT -5
Illusion smiles as Denver recited his poem to her, but didn't make a remark as the Lead stallion approached. She nodded her head to her superior and shifted her weight from one side to the other. "I think the Wind tribe is teaming up with Fire, to defeat Water. But the Wind tribe must expect a favor in return for helping Fire." Illie added as he talked of the feuding tribe. "Perhaps that favor will be for Fire to help Wind defeat us." She said, looking from the lead stallion to her equally ranked partner.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 15, 2007 18:01:59 GMT -5
Thank you, m'lord. Denver dipped his head in respect to Granite. Denver smiled back at Illie, nodding his head in agreement. The Wind tribe has never done something without getting a return of some sort. But the Fire tribe is equally as resilient, and may not accept.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 15, 2007 18:35:30 GMT -5
Illusion turned her head at Denver. "Fire? Not take up on a proposition that will help them conquer over Water?" She almost laughed at the thought, but held her tounge. "Perhaps. But doubtful."
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Post by Rosi on Aug 16, 2007 12:10:09 GMT -5
It would make sense for them to do so, yes, but they are often blind to their own best interests, instead letting their foolish pride get the better of them. Prideful creatures they are, though I do not doubt their abilities, he thought to himself. They are fierce fighters. He smiled encouragingly at Illie. The worse for us, if you are right!
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 16, 2007 17:17:49 GMT -5
'An she probably is, remarked Granite, who had been listening in silence the whole while. But Fire's pride could save us. They and Wind 'ave plotted together fer a long time. They've had as many good turns as bad, too. This could be a bad 'un. I'm pretty sure they'll attack Water. But they might not attack us. He ambled over to a tuft of grass and grazed a moment before continuing. Y'see, Fire doesn't like to attack small tribes. Think there's no honor in wiping out the little guys, so they saves face by not. They only take on powers if they're really growin'. Nip 'em in the bud then. We're a small tribe that ain't gettin any bigger, sad to say, but we are ezzacly what Fire doesn't like fighting. Granit finished his speech and looked over at his two betas.
An' if they do come, we can always persuade them ta do otherwise, he added with a grin.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 16, 2007 18:10:57 GMT -5
Illusion agreed with Denver. "They do have strong pride, but I think if they had the chance to take us out, then they will." She turns to Granite. "No matter our size. If they finish us off now, then we have no chance to grow." She knew she sounded like she was on the Fire tribes side, but she was just being logic.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 16, 2007 18:17:16 GMT -5
Granite chuckled. Smart mare, Ille was! There's a good chance that they'll attack, but I'm just going from past times an' bein optimistic. Tribe's changed hands, though. They got a stallion who's fulla hellfire, I hear. In the Beta spot, oddly enough. Didn't take the open Lead spot. He frowned. Thas interesting, isn't it? Guy like him around, who knows what could happen?
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 16, 2007 18:26:26 GMT -5
Illie shoke her head. "It's hard to tell about those horses. Maybe they won't be as strong as before since they only have a mare at the helm."
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 16, 2007 18:34:15 GMT -5
Maybe... But the Fire tribe has always had strong fighters, no matter who leads. You can never say "Only..." with them. Granite cautioned. Although, I would love to stay neutral in this, that may not be possible. We had best make preparations, for anything. Battle, flight, negotiations. Anything. We must not be caught unawares. His calm, slangy tone had vanished in the sudden seriousness of the situation.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 16, 2007 20:18:52 GMT -5
Denver caught the solemnity of the moment and nodded in agreement. As the river runs freely, the mountain does rise. Let me scent with my nostrils and see with my eyes. In the hearts of the young ones, a pure love still grows, like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone. He sighed, then spoke something that may have made sense: Anything can change. We might be the flower, or the stone.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Sept 2, 2007 19:14:44 GMT -5
The handsom water tribe stallion sped over the Earth tribe's boundarys but slowed as he approached the herd. His gaze scanned over them, trying to pick out the lead. He released a whinny, an announcement that he had arrived. His head hung low, showing he meant no threat, and he waited for a welcoming.
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Post by Rosi on Sept 15, 2007 20:14:31 GMT -5
Denver took up a defensive stance, ready for anything. A Water triber, Granite. He held his ears forward, listening for any sound they might make, and picked up the whinny. He obviously meant no harm, but still... Hello, horse of Water! I welcome you - might I ask your name? Denver shouted, relaxing a little.
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