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Post by Rosi on Aug 20, 2007 14:06:09 GMT -5
Sovli looked back at his tribeland with disgust, never wanting to return. He had run south, avoiding the Wind tribeland altogether. The Spirit land was not so great as one would have imagined. A few rivers and streams, some grass, some rocks, some trees. The same as any other place. He was disappointed. He had expected more.
He never should have run off, abandoning his tribe like that. He could be punished unless he openly displayed intent to become a rover and not return. So, for now, he grazed alone on the legendary battlefield.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 21, 2007 10:45:45 GMT -5
He sighed roughly, realizing that he had probably made a mistake. Battle was brewing, and it would be big. His tribe might need him. He pawed at the grasses listlessly with an ebony hoof, then shook his mane of the same color. He knew that a midnight coat such as his made for easy spotting in the grasses, but he didn't really care who saw him now.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 21, 2007 11:17:51 GMT -5
The almost chocolate colored mare galloped through the Spirit Land. Her heavy hooves crushing the long blades of grass as she flew across the terrain. Strong muscles flexed under her shining pelt, stretching then contracting with each pace. Her hazel eyes land on the sight of another equine and she slows to a stop. Ears turn forward as nostrils scent the air. It was obvious that the horse was of the fire tribe and Rusty was starting to think her decision to take a run was a bad one. Her tail whips at her sides nervously, maybe if she didn't move to much he wouldn't notice her. At least that's what she hoped. |
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Post by Rosi on Aug 22, 2007 15:16:03 GMT -5
Sovli's ears flicked up at the sound of hooves, his head soon following as they slowed and stopped. He scented the air, then snorted. Female, belonging to the Earth tribe. No concern of his. Wind was their enemy, not Fire. He went back to grazing, then thought better of it.
I'm Sovli of the Fire tribe, Beta Mare Alatanna's youngest son. It was a greeting, of sorts. A declaration of rank, tribe, and heritage. Not that she would care.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 22, 2007 16:52:24 GMT -5
The swift, lean mare cantered over the land. Her cold, severe face drew down into a scowl as she sighted the other equines. She'd really hoped no one else would be here, but she supposed it couldn't be helped. Tribes were gearing up for a battle and she supposed she wasn't the only one who would disdain their tribal affiliations. Too bad there was a Fire here. The Earth mare she, unsurprisingly, had no extreme quarrel with, beyond that she was an Earth.
Pulling up a fairly good distance from the others, Fiore dropped her head to graze on what slim offering the wasteland gave them. She chomped fiercly on the blades, while turning a watchful eye on the others. If they did anything, she would either fight or bolt, depending on what it was. |
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Post by Rosi on Aug 22, 2007 20:02:43 GMT -5
Another horse. He looked away, almost hoping that it would vanish. No luck. Sovli really had wanted to be alone, thinking about things. He really did believe that his tribe was corrupt, that too much power and too many triumphs had gone to their heads. But loyal he was, and he would not break family ties. He moved to the shade of a nearby tree, lying down in the cool grass. He looked a fool, and knew it.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 27, 2007 21:47:15 GMT -5
The mare shifted away when the young stallion moved, but soon realized he wasn't doing much, just lying down. Mildly, she wondered why he wasn't in the Canyon, she'd heard Fire was gearing up for a fight, along with her own tribe, with the Water.
Not like she cared about the war, or the outcome. Fiore just picked up bits of knowledge and rumors from all over, being the roamer that she was. |
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Post by Rosi on Aug 29, 2007 20:30:33 GMT -5
Sovli snorted and awkwardly rose to his feet. It was hot, even in the shade, especially for a black coat like his. He stood under the tree and flicked his tail, wishing that it would rain. That might cure some of the hot tempers 'round my tribe, he thought. He sighed. Like that would happen.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Sept 2, 2007 19:01:29 GMT -5
Rusty released a sigh and lowered her head to the ground, starting to graze on the sparse grass. Her gaze never leaving the two other equines. |
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Post by Rosi on Sept 15, 2007 20:43:44 GMT -5
His mother would be looking for him, and worried, by now. Why couldn't she let him be? He could make his way, his own way, on Terageia now. Often he resented being her son. He raised his head and looked at the Wind triber. Weren't they under an agreement? He had heard that much before he left.
"Heard anything about the war, mare?" Impolite, yes, but to the point.
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Post by clokwerk on Sept 24, 2007 20:56:34 GMT -5
Fiore gave the ebon-coat a baleful glare. Her ears turned back and she snorted. Not only was he a Fire-triber, he was rude! And he'd naively assumed that because Wind and Fire were under truce, she would deign to answer him.
She turned away from him, flicking her tail in his direction. Such foolishness didn't even deserve a verbal rebuke. |
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Post by Rosi on Sept 25, 2007 20:44:07 GMT -5
Sovli frowned. Why didn't she answer... Oh, yes. They don't seem to like Fire-tribers very much, truce or no. He often wished that his coat didn't display his heritage so openly... but what could one do? He resumed grazing, the dry grass crunching between his teeth.
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