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Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Spice - 12-09-2014 <style type="text/css"> .lyr1 { font-family: sacramento; font-size: 34px; color: #9F6DC0; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase; width: 500px; margin-left: -59px; } .lyr2 { font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; } .lyr2 a {color: #ccc; } .pbox { height: 244px; width: 490px; background-position: center; border: 5px double #171717; } .pobox { width: 380px; padding: 60px; background-color: #161616; color: #ccc; } .pobox2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; border: 4px double #161616; } .pobox3 { height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; } .pobox3:first-letter { padding: 10px; background-color: #9F6DC0; color: #ccc; float: left; font-family: abel; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; margin: 0 5px 0 0; border: 4px double #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #9F6DC0; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-track { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .speech { color: #9F6DC0; } .tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 500px; } .tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; } </style> When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
Spice hasn't really ever been in a forest like this one. Dreary and dark. Fatal and scary. It was not really the rightful place of a pegasi like her. The ones that are free and bright and happy. Well, kind of. Anyone could warm up to the place. I guess... she thinks, her head not turning all the way to look at what sounded like a twig crack, adrenaline pumps through her veins as she pulses forward, kicking off with her hind legs, she erupts with painful emotion, jerked movements. It was only a spook. Nothing more. Nothing less. Before she could even wonder what was hiding in the gathering darkness, she found herself flying away, ripping off into the dense wood once again. Why would she want to stay somewhere that could possibly be infected by some sort of...demon thing? Or maybe just a forest animal running around under the undergrowth, attempting to scare the living poop out of some one-anyone- they had got it. Whatever they was... The dappled filly soon takes a standing position to watch the passing fog, her eyes watching in a doe-like manner as it swirled around the damp forest floor, swiveling it's way through her thin and gangly legs. Weaving it's way around different objects it come by. She stays silent and still as it all passes, her mouth zipped shut for a reason. If that fog could hurt her, in any way, she would not have been detected. Hardly. And if she where to be detected by the equine-eating fog she would have run up a tree. Or away. Yeah, that sounded more realistic. She would run away. As fast as she could, because she wouldn't die over some fog. No way. She wanted to learn about Helovia and the herds and she wouldn't be able to do that in belly of a fog-monster. Fog-monsters are things disguised by fog. Also, they are equine-eating things. TAG: @[Resplendence] | WORDS:323 | NOTES:hi!
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Resplendence - 12-10-2014
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Spice - 12-12-2014 <style type="text/css"> .lyr1 { font-family: sacramento; font-size: 34px; color: #9F6DC0; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase; width: 500px; margin-left: -59px; } .lyr2 { font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; } .lyr2 a {color: #ccc; } .pbox { height: 244px; width: 490px; background-position: center; border: 5px double #171717; } .pobox { width: 380px; padding: 60px; background-color: #161616; color: #ccc; } .pobox2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; border: 4px double #161616; } .pobox3 { height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; } .pobox3:first-letter { padding: 10px; background-color: #9F6DC0; color: #ccc; float: left; font-family: abel; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; margin: 0 5px 0 0; border: 4px double #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #9F6DC0; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-track { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .speech { color: #9F6DC0; } .tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 500px; } .tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; } </style> When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
There was a mare there, right then. And she hadn't expected that. At all. The mare had exclaimed a kind of sorry that was loud, although there was real sincerity there. Spice smiled, but when noticing the large red Mara on her. The thing looked the Gaucho's dark follower, but this one had wings like her. What was this thing? It looked scaly... This could only be one thing...Dragon. It was a dragon! Spice was overcome with a new fear, staring in awe at the creature. She hadn't even noticed that the mare seemed to be staring at her own wings in a weird way. It was the staring that made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. When she noticed that they both seemed to stare at two different things about each other, she felt a bit uncomfortable. So, she decided to speak. Going with her regular approach. Kindness and thoughtfulness. "Hello! I am Spice." She said in a kind voice. The fog that had been surrounding her moments before seemed to disperse, leaving an open space just big enough for the two -three- of them in the clearing. Although...the fog seemed to blend into the light mauve splattered mare. Threading itself around her legs and around her. The dragon perched on her made her form even more ominous. "I..I like your...dragon..." Spice stuttered, giving a glance up at the red thing upon the mare's back. Spice swallowed, it's eyes gave her a little chill in her back. But she shook it off mentally, this mare should be able to control it if it happened to jump at her. And anyway, the mare seemed nice and she couldn't think of anyone else who would be so worried as to bump into a little filly. She imagined anyone else actually not even seeing her and bumping right into her. This mare had that aura about her. That calm and serene thing. Spice nodded to herself; yes she was careful and kind and calm. TAG: | @[Abba]WORDS: | 330NOTES: | Would you like me to tag you?
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Resplendence - 12-12-2014
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Spice - 12-13-2014 <style type="text/css"> .lyr1 { font-family: sacramento; font-size: 34px; color: #9F6DC0; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase; width: 500px; margin-left: -59px; } .lyr2 { font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; } .lyr2 a {color: #ccc; } .pbox { height: 244px; width: 490px; background-position: center; border: 5px double #171717; } .pobox { width: 380px; padding: 60px; background-color: #161616; color: #ccc; } .pobox2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; border: 4px double #161616; } .pobox3 { height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; } .pobox3:first-letter { padding: 10px; background-color: #9F6DC0; color: #ccc; float: left; font-family: abel; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; margin: 0 5px 0 0; border: 4px double #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #9F6DC0; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-track { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .speech { color: #9F6DC0; } .tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 500px; } .tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; } </style> When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
The dappled girl didnt really like the way the mare seemed afraid of her, though her voice polite, there was just something in her eyes that said something else. Maybe... Confusion? Spice clouldn't pick it out, but that was what she was getting. Spice noticed that there was also a kind if reluctance in the way she spoke. But spice didn't mind. "Well, your welcome!" She said with a bit of pride, but also wonder why this thing followed her around -if it did- like Mara seemed to follow The Wildfire around, also sat atop his head, entangled in a crown of deer antlers. She had looked up at the red beast as she spoke, trying ti make a bit of friendly eye contact. She was warming up to him quickly, not feeling as scared as she had when she first saw him there... Wait, how could Resplendance even hear him if he wasnt saying anything Spice didn't understand, trying to think, but her thougts were cut short by the mare's low and kind voice. "His name is Valiance" Spice smiled kindly, connecting the dots in her head. "The daring and brave," she said with a smile, nodding to the dragon -Valiant- then looking to the mare, "the stunning and vibrent" she smiled at her own titles. She remembered how she had named Rhoa a little name in her head, the illusioned wings... hm. When the mare broke out, her voice studdering over her thought out words, Spice frowned a little. Thinking about how she would respond to this question, she looked at the mare for a second, wondering if she was grown up like her. Not knowing anything but stories about the other lands and other horses. "I..." She decided to go with how Kvothe had explained his at first scary-looking-tail to her. "I was born with wings...why?" She asked politly, her head tilted to the side in question. TAG: | WORDS: | NOTES:|
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Resplendence - 12-15-2014
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Spice - 12-17-2014 <style type="text/css"> .lyr1 { font-family: sacramento; font-size: 34px; color: #9F6DC0; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase; width: 500px; margin-left: -59px; } .lyr2 { font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; } .lyr2 a {color: #ccc; } .pbox { height: 244px; width: 490px; background-position: center; border: 5px double #171717; } .pobox { width: 380px; padding: 60px; background-color: #161616; color: #ccc; } .pobox2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; border: 4px double #161616; } .pobox3 { height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; } .pobox3:first-letter { padding: 10px; background-color: #9F6DC0; color: #ccc; float: left; font-family: abel; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; margin: 0 5px 0 0; border: 4px double #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #9F6DC0; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-track { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .speech { color: #9F6DC0; } .tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 500px; } .tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; } </style> When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
This mare was kind. She didn't seem to have ant problem with Spice. And she liked that. Because being annoying was on the bottom of her list. She never wanted to burden someone wit the horrible ways of being annoying. That would really stink. Because not many liked annoying fillies all up in their biz. Spice nodded along with Resplendence's agreement with her definition of the red Dragon's name. She then spoke again about wings. Pausing to finish what she was saying, apologizing at the end. "No need to apologize." She smiled kindly at the light crimson-stained mare. "I didn't and frankly, couldn't believe there where horses with sticks on their heads." She looked back to the time when she first met that colt, Erebos. His horn was so...new and different to the girl. She really liked different things. After a few comfortable silent moments between them, of letting the woman think, Spice as well, she spoke. The only word that grabbed Spice's attention was murderer. She didn't know what it meant, but listening to the words surrounding, it didn't sound good. Loose, and Not safe. She frowned. "Wait a second, what is a murderer?." Her green eyes flashed with a new confusion at hearing a word that she did not understand. Not frequently coming upon these kinds if things, she hoped her question did nit come out at rude or anything like that. The Dragon -Valiance- seemed trapped in a pool of indecision as his eyes flashed in between the two of the mares. Spice would have smiled at this, but the frown pulled too hard at her mouth. Anchors pulling the tips to the ground. She wished to know what this murderer thing meant. Or was. It made her anxious in wait of the mares surprise. TAG: | WORDS: | 300NOTES:
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Resplendence - 12-29-2014
RE: Let's Dream About Our Valiant Defeat - Spice - 12-30-2014 <style type="text/css"> .lyr1 { font-family: sacramento; font-size: 34px; color: #9F6DC0; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #000000; text-transform: lowercase; width: 500px; margin-left: -59px; } .lyr2 { font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; } .lyr2 a {color: #ccc; } .pbox { height: 244px; width: 490px; background-position: center; border: 5px double #171717; } .pobox { width: 380px; padding: 60px; background-color: #161616; color: #ccc; } .pobox2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; border: 4px double #161616; } .pobox3 { height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; } .pobox3:first-letter { padding: 10px; background-color: #9F6DC0; color: #ccc; float: left; font-family: abel; font-weight: bold; font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; margin: 0 5px 0 0; border: 4px double #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #9F6DC0; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .pobox3::-webkit-scrollbar-track { width: 8px; background-color: #1d1d1d; } .speech { color: #9F6DC0; } .tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 500px; } .tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; } </style> When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
Spice didn't really care if the red dragon sat on her back, warming up to the creature by the second, she smiled, though the woman was explaining what a murderer was. The dragon's talons didn't hurt her much, and as she listened to the definition of murderer, she watches the mare -Resplendence-. She watches her eyes and the way she shifted. The way she watched Spice with a look of concern etching onto her features. And along with that look a concern, came a look of fear and shock from Spice. The girl who didn't really believe in those kind of things. Death by another of your kind. Who would kill so... so...ugh! That is horrible. Horrendous. Spice did not like it. When the mare suggested they both go to a herd land, where it is supposedly safer... the girl gets even more paranoid. She doesn't want to be caught on her way back to the Dragons Throat. It would be...scary to be caught in the mist and fog of a murderer's trap. Well, she would guess a murderer had a trap. Why not? You cannot just kill someone out in plain sight. That would be even more murderous than murderous. So, bloody. She would suppose, dark and stick it would splatter the ground in a stain of crimson. Spice wakes up from her thoughts and visions of murder behind caught eyelids because the red dragon, he leaves Spice and goes back to his rightful place on Resplendence's poll. "I can make it back to the Dragons Throat alone, ma'am" she says honestly. She just had to fly. No biggie. No...biggie. TAG: | WORDS: | 271NOTES:
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