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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 27, 2006 7:22:54 GMT -5
A small chestnut flicka three-beated in at a raggedy gait. 'Er pelt was flea infested and bald at some spots. 'Er auds swiveled around, trying to pick up ever sound around 'er, a habit now. But the things that made 'er intimidating were 'er orbs. They were sunken in and dull, as if 'he didn't have the will to live anymore. 'He saw the grass and started eating like a gorging wolf. It had been long since 'he had had a full belly. After taking a long draught from the stream, 'he found a nice soft spot and promptly fell asleep.
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.b.utterfly
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A dream is but a secret wish...
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Post by .b.utterfly on Jul 28, 2006 16:52:03 GMT -5
The porcelain mare cantered in, orics wide, breathless. She'd just defeated a wolf, who'd tried to kill her. Although small, Virtue was a tough mare. She saw the small filly, and daintily made her way over. \Lo flicka\ she said in her sweet voice. She realized that the filly was sleeping, so she curled up next to her to protect her and speak with her once she woke.
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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 28, 2006 19:45:45 GMT -5
The little flicka awoke at the warmth of a body next to hers. 'Er auds flattened against 'er cran and 'he back away from the other, a femme by the looks of 'er. What is thy doing here? What does thy want from me? The little flicka asked in a tortured voice. Do Shadows torture for pleasure now? 'Er life passed through 'er eyes. They were widened with fear, but 'he readied 'erself for a fight. 'He tensed as the other spoke.
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Post by .::.Hoops.::. on Jul 29, 2006 11:54:05 GMT -5
Mysterious as the Dark side of the Moon
From the shadows came another flicka, one of ebony hues. She had long pillars and a dial of arabian descent. Calmly she
stepped over toward the vixen that lay on the ground. She looked the mare over and decided she was probably a sunkisser
along with the other filly. She wanted to bite but figured that would just get her in trouble but trouble was her friend. Whats up
Old Lady. She taunted the mare then turned to look at the defensive filly. She looked very thin and sick. Who's this your
daughter, Ha she looks kinda skinny. She turned back to look at the mare You must not be a very good mother. She sneered at
her with an evil chuckle held with in her surprisingly deep tones. She waited for one or the other to reply. She stepped back so
that bother the flicka and mare where in her line of vision. Her dial held high, she was so full of pride and glory. Strange thou
she had no mother, she had died during child birth and she had no clue who her father was. But she didn't care she had self
worth and felt that perhaps some where back in her past her family had, had power. Even if they didn't the filly knew that she
would rise up, showing all that she didn't need the tender touch of a mother or the firm hoof of a father. [/size]
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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 29, 2006 14:50:06 GMT -5
The chestnut flicka tensed at the approach of another flicka. I belong to no one. 'He said to the other. I am myself. One, and there is only one me. 'He fitdged at another sound around in the distance.
Hades lurked around in the corner of the adoption terrain. 'E spotted a young chestnut flicka, probably of Arabian lineage, a mare, also of Arabian lineage, both were Suns. 'E shook 'is cran with disgust. Suns. 'E cursed to 'imself. Then, 'e took notice of another flicka, with an ebon pelt, and eyes that gleamed with evil, much like 'is own. By that, 'e distinguished 'er from the other two. 'He had to be a Moon. But... something bothered 'im when 'e looked at 'er. Probably it was because the flicka look so much like 'imself.... 'E shook 'is cran and revealed 'imself to the female group.
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Post by .::.Hoops.::. on Jul 31, 2006 12:02:46 GMT -5
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Twin harks pinned at the crimson flicka. Teeth bared ready to snap out at her but then she decided it better to fight her with
words seeing as she was quick to reacted. Then change in maw into a sly smirk she let the words slither from her mouth.
Touchy, touchy now aren't we. She hissed at the filly. But as a stag stepped from her gaze shifted. Looking him over searching
his optics it was easy to see this was a moon. She let her dial dip slightly only did she show respect to dark stags. No others
received it, heck if she saw the queen of the moons she'd be lucky to get a nice look from her. But brutes were different she
knew that a cruel dark wouldn't be above chasing down a foal and killing it. But she was fast and didn't normally worry about it,
she just thought it right to show her respect to broncs but only after she was sure they were sons of the Moon. The evil gleam in
this ones optics made it clear to her and she didn't have to think twice. [/size]
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Post by *~Arya~* on Aug 1, 2006 15:19:20 GMT -5
Don't talk to me, you filthy Moon follower. The flicka said through clenched ivories. I wish to destroy all of you incompetent fools that follow the Moon alliance. 'He declared to the other flicka. But, still, 'he shuddered when the brute, obviously of Moon descent, spoke to 'er.
Hades returned the small guesture of greeting with a flash of recognition in 'is evil orbs. 'E spoke to the Moon flicka with 'is rough voice I see thy has learned 'er place in the rankings. Then, he turned ominously to the small Sun flicka. Thou has yet to learn to not insult Moons infront of the Moon God. 'E said in a deadly calm voice. Maybe a few hours in a certain place will cure thee of that. 'Is mind flicked towards a prison cell in the King's terra, although 'is orbs stayed as evil as ever.
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Post by .::.Hoops.::. on Aug 17, 2006 13:53:06 GMT -5
Mysterious as the dark side of the Moon She let a small sneer loose at the stallion at his words. Yes for now this is my spot but just you wait. she held it in not wishing to get on the brutes bad side. She listened to the brute speak to the other flicka but decided being her and all that she would throw in her 2 cents for the fillies comment.
O I'm sorry I didn't know that you were to high and mighty to be talking to filth like me.
Sarcasm dripped from her words like blood would from a wounded animal. Hatred glinted in the flickas optics as she did all she could to hold herself back. She was a fighter and didn't care if it was the smallest ant to a bear as long as it was a fight. Orbs glanced over to the mare she had yet to speak she sneered at her but then turned back to the others.
And lets see if you can even take me on let alone the other followers............right here right now!
She finished and with out allowing the other time to speak lunged snapping at her she wasn't sure if she had gotten a grip or not but finally opened her maw and stepped back giving the weak youth a small chance to speak or attack back.
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