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Macaria Posts: 57
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 17 hh :: Three Years [Birdsong]
Psilo
#1

macaria

palest shadow; darkest light


Today it wet. So very wet. She thinks about these things, the wet things and the things that make them all slippery and soggy. Like the squishy ground, the spongy mosses, dripping ferns and soaked leaves of all kinds. She decides, here and now, that she likes it when it rains. She likes the constant fog, the twirling mist, that is perpetually spilling from the clusters  of waterfalls big and small. She can here the violent gushing of their splendor in the background of where she is, which is lurking around alone in the jungle-wood. Aloooone. She has not been alone much in her short life, short of that wee time when her mother died the day she was born. After that she has been watched like a hawk by either Dad, Brothers or at the very least someone that has been asked to watch her by either of those previously named.

Not today!

Nope. Today she wanders aimlessly with wide honey eyes that twinkle at each thing she studies. Brightly painted frogs get her attention for a while and after that she follows a pair of such color she's never seen – not even on the coats of the most exotic citizens she's seen running around Helovia. Their tails danced and so did they, one in particular being the most 'dancy' of the pair. This one chirped and waved his vibrant tail all around, bringing seeds back the other. She watches them until they abruptly take their leave, spooking at some nearby crashing through the trees. Her attention snapped to the commotion as soon as the birds gave fright. Her eyes searched the sunlit greenery for something in the distance, but she see's nothing. The gray day makes it a bit harder to see anything beyond 30ft. Her ears are tightly upright and her nostrils pick through the smells. What was that smell? It smells..like blood? It smells like fur, blood, and rock. She can smell the leaves on it's fur, whatever it is, and the fragrance of decayed meat. She's suddenly not sure how she knows this particular array of smells., but she knows it is not good.

It's close. She stops her hoof and snorts, a behavior the boldest of deer taught her when she was little. She does this once, twice and a third time. Silence settles...the only thing making any noise or moving is the light rain dripping from the trees onto the ferns and mossy below. She stands silent and watches, her breathing slow and sparing, as to hear much better.


Where did all these weird instincts come from? Damnnn.

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User-based Random Event
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#2
It's been such a long time since she's tasted flesh...since something fresh has been in her gut. The cat moves through her jungle with oily ease, licking her lips and swinging her golden eyes back and forth. Her black fur makes it easy to slink in the shadows, to be nearly invisible amongst the wet emerald of the lush forest. She's silent on her light paws, her big frame carried with ease up into a tree to wait for something to come by...unsuspectingly, of course.

She hears the crunch of leaves under hooves – not paws, not claws, hooves. She's an old girl and she's heard plenty of hoof-fall in her day, especially in this particular part of her forest. Most of her dense tree cover overlapped coincides with a kingdom made of local the equus and their....pets..

Her tail flicks without a sound and her eyes steady out the pitter-patter of her moving meal. It is quiet far away, following frogs at first and then birds. These birds follow the almost soundless murmur of her purring under her breath. They move toward it with their dancing and their displaying, enchanted with themselves and the undetectable sound. When the prey bounds ever forward with her curiosities swallowing her common sense, the cat leaps down onto a bed of last years leaves. She breaks a stick on the way down and when she lands...her body freezes, even her breathing ceases to make any stir at all.

Drip, drop, drip...drip...drip..

The only sound filling the air is the sounds between predator and prey. The gentle whisper of a broken breeze sweeping the trees and the rain scattering it's way to the jungle floor.

Drip..drop..

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Ciceron Posts: 315
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel
#4


Lowering his mighty head to the cool pools of water at his feet the giant draws back a few sips of the fresh water. Everything around him is quiet, almost too quiet for his liking. Where is everyone? Flicking his long tassels against his hide to clear away the last lingering pests, he perks his ears to listen. Still only silence and his own breathing break through his eardrums. Growing restless anyway the grey warrior beckons to his bonded before walking away from the waterfall pool.

Moving along steadily his large hooves undoubtedly crunch in fallen leaves while Kiara's are soundless as usual. How was it that feline's could be so quiet all the time? Sometimes it was just nice to know when you had someone beside you or when something was sneaking up on you. Sighing softly in defeat he knew that there was no way that he would ever be able to figure that out for Kiara would never give up such secrets. Watching her saunter slowly up ahead he froze when he seen her ears perk up and her hackles stand on end. "Danger... foal." She said abruptly sprinting off to her right just as the sound of a twig snapping caught his attention.

His head was up at attention immediately as he barreled after her rounding the corner to find Kiara with her teeth bared staring down another large black feline and a small painted filly. "Look Out!" He yelled towards the filly as he half reared with his ears pinned back. Charging forward with heavy hoof beats he aimed to try and kick the black feline as he rushed past to place himself between the predator and prey. Kiara sensing the danger was already to do battle should the other foreign feline move a muscle in the wrong direction. Growling in warning she took her stance with head and body low to the ground with teeth bared.




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Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#5
She could hear different feet – different shadows murmuring in the forest. And then her smell. The white cat's fur smells of horses and magic and meat. She was of the same bone structure, but not of the same mind. She's a pet, this other, but she's onto me. There is no time at all between the moment she knows she's been detected and  the moment that discovery comes to it's conclusion. The stallion came thrashing and it was easy enough for the cat to avoid one or two of his slashing hooves but a third blow lands onto her shoulder blade. She can only let out a roar and sends her long, weathered claws out to find horse-flesh while she slowly retreats backward. Her eyes are wide and panicked and she keeps her yellow teeth showing, peeling her whiskers back so tight that she's squinting.

The other cat makes no move and just before the black feline makes a break for it she makes solid eye contact with her. It's only a second that her eyes find the cat's pale face and blue eyes. The old predator attempts to make her escape by flat out running and finding the nearest tree to clamor up with her busted shoulder.

Macaria Posts: 57
Outcast
Mare :: Unicorn :: 17 hh :: Three Years [Birdsong]
Psilo
#6

macaria

palest shadow; darkest light

The big filly is taken by surprise – she had not even seen the danger by the time there were rescuers at her flanks. He shouts orders as he and his feline go in for battle and the child cannot help but stupidly think to herself, they always push me out of the way. Always saying 'stay back!', 'get behind me!' and all that. (She wasn't even clever enough to actually listen to him either; too busy feeling like a baby at a big kid party.) She gives a good 'hrumph'  as she watches the big feline and the unicorn dive in front of her. She can feel the tension snap and suddenly her childish woes seem rather stupid – this could get very ugly here.

Everything transpires so quickly the filly has no real time to react appropriately. When the gray stallion slams down on the cat and Macaria lets out a squeal and a whimper.  “You're hurting her!” She doesn't think before this just spills from her uncontrollable mouth. The cat scampers away and Macaria is left in quiet for a brief, very brief second. She digests only a little of the situation and decides she should probably start talking again. “So...” She mutters, embarrassment flushing across her skin and deepening the pink in her nose even more. “Thank you very much for rescuing me.” She brings a shaky smile to her face and makes eye contact with the bigger(for now), older stallion. She looks out into the blurred fogginess listlessly and wonders what would become of that poor old panther. She somehow knows that to say such a thought would make her seem soft in the head, so she doesn't say so. Instead she brings her eyes down to the white tiger and her golden gaze illuminates with joy. “She's so beautiful! And what is her name?” She moves closer, though very cautiously and offers her nose for a hello sniff.



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Not much for an attention span on this one, i'm discovering more and more as i write her lol xD
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