But as she moved deeper through the woods a plethora of scents assaulted her nose. Stallions and mares, pegasi and unicorns.... their smell slightly different and exotic from her own. In her homeland there had been few of these marvelous beasts.....and those that did exist were chastened like herself for being different....Perhaps this was where everyone who was different eventually wandered......Perhaps here her lack of a mane would be a small abnormality in comparison to others. The thought brought a spring to her step, a glimmer of hope to her heart. Maybe here at last she could find a place to call home. She let herself get so distracted by her thoughts that she did not even notice the crackling of branches behind her, until one particularly loud snap made her freeze. Every muscle in her small body coiling, ready for an attack......But her ‘attacker’ was little more than a small rabbit. With a twitch of its pink nose it was gone, snorting she turned back about to continue on her way, not noticing the shadow that eclipsed her world.
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03-04-2013, 04:59 PM
Another land....another group of equines.......why did she keep subjecting herself to this over and over again? Maybe it was that small seed of hope that bloomed in her chest each time she saw a newborn foal......maybe it was the teachings of her gentle mother, or hell...maybe she was just plain stupid. Perspiration rolled down her marbled neck, making the gray seem darker and almost charred beneath the reaching shadows of the pines. Her brilliant red tail flicked about her bum as mosquitos and flies took advantage of the shade, hiding in the shadows to bombard her with their tiny gaping mouths. She was itching....hot....and irritable. Not really the best frame of mind to be in when venturing into new lands....But hey.....it was likely she would just be ignored anyway. She was yet to come across a stallion that felt her claiming material. Her pale blue eyes shifted, noting the way the insected bombarded her defenceless neck. With a snort and a shiver she stopped to try to nibble at her itchy hide.....but she was not an owl and her neck was not flexible enough to reach those points where the insects were landing....Once again her heritage came back to bite her....literally. With another snort and a kick of her heels she quickened her pace through the dark trees, trying to get the the reprieve that the sun would offer.
But as she moved deeper through the woods a plethora of scents assaulted her nose. Stallions and mares, pegasi and unicorns.... their smell slightly different and exotic from her own. In her homeland there had been few of these marvelous beasts.....and those that did exist were chastened like herself for being different....Perhaps this was where everyone who was different eventually wandered......Perhaps here her lack of a mane would be a small abnormality in comparison to others. The thought brought a spring to her step, a glimmer of hope to her heart. Maybe here at last she could find a place to call home. She let herself get so distracted by her thoughts that she did not even notice the crackling of branches behind her, until one particularly loud snap made her freeze. Every muscle in her small body coiling, ready for an attack......But her ‘attacker’ was little more than a small rabbit. With a twitch of its pink nose it was gone, snorting she turned back about to continue on her way, not noticing the shadow that eclipsed her world.
03-04-2013, 06:04 PM
The large brute, once again trotted through the Threshold. This time, he would find a new horse, and he would bring them back with him to the Assassins. He slightly cringed at the thought of last time he came here. He had been so rude to the mare that wondered around, helplessly looking for a new home. He wanted to bring her back with him to Ignita, but then the two other bastards came along and ruined his whole plan. Yet, she had not replied to any of them. He just hoped that she would choose to come back with him. They were in desperate need to get new members. With only three, none of them would be able to accomplish any of their plans, or the invasion. He could hopefully get at least eight more members to come back with him, that might just be enough to complete their plans. Then, he would hopefully never have to come back to this dreadful place. He hated the Threshold right when he entered it. It was a place where all of the horses that were desperate went to go to find a home. He hated to think of himself as one of those desperate animals. As much as he did not really know how to be welcoming or kind, he would try his best. He had to, for the good of the Assassins.
A creature the color of snow came into Tonka’s view. He rolled his navy blue eyes, but advanced forwards. Forcing cocky looking smile on his face he spoke to the mare as kindly as he could. “Hello. I am Tonka, an Assassin. May I ask you why you have ventured into the lands of Helovia?” He pointed his massive head down to catch a glimpse at her blue eyes. ‘What the hell and I doing?’ He thought. The inside of him was burning, and he did not know how much longer he could keep up this ‘nice guy’ act. ‘I just have to calm down. I only have to keep this up until I take her to Ignita.’ His sparkling silver horn was pointed slightly vertically. The sharp edge of it twinkled. The sun hit his dark bay color and filled him with warmth. He hated it. He tried to keep his pathetic from fading into his common straight face or frown. He shook his mane to keep himself from changing his emotion.
03-04-2013, 06:27 PM
She had not expected the great horned beast that blocked her path. She had thought she was a fool for being so nervous about the crackling sounds of branches....but perhaps her unease had been well placed. Her pale eyes quickly took in his massive bay form, glittering with curiosity as they landed on the massive horn that sprouted from his skull. She lost herself for a moment, staring at the luminescent thing until his deep rumbling voice brought her back to the present. Tonka....the assassin? Who introduced themselves as an assassin? Was not an important part of the ‘job’ to be virtually unknown and invisible? But in all likelihood had he wanted to remain hidden from her he could have with ease......he was here making himself known to her for some reason. She pursed her lips, letting her gaze linger on his dark eyes for a moment before a reply whispered past her lips.
“I don’t know...” It was a simple answer....and the truth, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to give it. She could have easily lied, said she was just passing through or looking for new members to join her herd.....But he would easily smell the lack of other scents on her hide, no... she had been alone far too long. But what alternative was there? To be ridiculed daily? That was worse than being lonesome. Her red tail swished against her legs, each strand slithering against the next to create a sound like shuffling leaves. She wanted to step back....he was uncomfortably close....but to show anything that could be construed as fear would be a mistake. Knowing that she had purposely withheld her own name a tiny smile curled on her lips. “And yourself, assassin? Why are you here?”
03-09-2013, 12:32 AM
03-16-2013, 06:53 PM
She had not expected a second stallion to come traipsing along....but that was exactly what happened. As she waited for the first stallions reply the deep voice of a second pressed into her hears. She curled her neck inward, like a fiddlehead fern. Feeling the pressing warmth of both bodies although neither was touching her....It was one thing to encounter a single stranger....but two...it made the fur on her neck prickle. However her worry seemed unfounded, as the second stallion addressed the so called assassin without fear. Her eyes quickly danced over his frame,lingering on the small wings that burdened his sides....They were impossibly small to be used for flight....what an annoyance they must be....A constant reminder of something he almost had.. ‘flight’.
Thor.....she shaped his name on her tongue, silently rolling in back and forth in her maw....A powerful name, though one that was borrowed from a god....could this stallion ever stack up to such a namesake? She dipped her head slightly, pale eyes flickering to the earth for a moment in a show of respect before jumping back to his dark face. Ah....and he offered a home. Did he not see the strange lack of a mane? Or was he simply ignoring the fact? Or..perhaps...he did not care. It was a fools folly to think that she would run into a kind stallion when she first pressed into these lands....one that did not care that she was different and not technically a pretty mare. Her red tail lashed against her flanks, pale ears twitched as her mind swam...contemplating the offer this beast had made.... “I...am Crven.” His simple smile had broken through the facade she had presented to the assassin. While she had been brazen under his gaze she felt bare beneath Thors....Kindness it seemed would be the thing to break her. Her eyes cast carelessly to the first arrival...but he was no longer her interest....kindness it turned out....could be quite addictive. “You.....would have me?”
03-18-2013, 02:50 PM
03-18-2013, 03:45 PM
Should she follow? Her eyes watched the retreating stallions form with unease....an ultimatum....To follow or to be stuck here with the suddenly mute bay beast? She pursed her lips, twitching the muscles in her neck and tossing her head back and forth....Was this just another stallion whom would treat her horrible as soon as she became a member of his herd? The thought of becoming a brood mare to raise the numbers of a herd was sickening to her......she was a sentient being after all...To be used as nothing but a reproductive device was discerning....But in all reality every other herd she had been in had been full of stallions that were careful not to touch her, or her weirdly naked neck. The thought made her stiffen, and then slowly take one small step and then another after the small winged beast. He was out in the open now, without any trees to block the sun from his chocolate hide.....but she could not imagine why....He could not hope to fly could he? The image of a large flightless bird hopping up and down in vain nearly made her giggle, but she was quick to suppress it....It was possible he was as sensitive about his small wings as she was about her naked neck...But there was only one way to find out. With a final snort and a twitch of her tail at the stone like bay beast she was off, her thin short legs paddling quickly to catch stride with the larger equine.
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