the Rift


[THROAT] A Bleeding Heart; Open

Scarlett Posts: N/A
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Her bloody hooves pushed her on, refusing to stop. The dark red eyes scanning over her new surroundings. She stopped, listening to soft wind and the birds sing. Where was she?
Scarlett looked around for a few moments until she continued on, the soft wet grass rubbing against her black legs. This was a peaceful place that she could call home, she could have it all. It seemed as no others lived among the forest to claim it. She laid down, her long legs aching with pain from her long journey. Scarlett listened to the birds sing and the deer run past her. This was the first time she had seen this happy of a place since her, escape. She wished to stay here, for only a few weeks until she could get her strength back up to start off once again. Scarlett wasn't able to stay in one place for too long, because of them. Resting her head against the lush green grass. She slowly fell into a deep sleep.
The thunder crackled and she ran, ran as fast as she could. They were catching up to her too fast. A tree fell, fire slamming down in front of her. She was trapped, and cornered. The humans roped her, choking her half to death. She screamed as load as she could and tried harder then she could but finally gave up. A man took his gun out and --
Scarlett jumped up from her sleep and looked around. It was obly a dream.

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
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The sky was pale blue, laced intricately with frosty white and the sun shed a warm glow across the vast ancient forest coating Helovia’s western fringe. It was a pleasant autumn day, though deep beneath the withering canopy of russet-brown and scorched-orange, a thick musty shade gripped the loam and light only dropped in well filtered dapples. Down the long steep slope of a rock-wall gully whose surface was slick with mildew and thriving moss, a creek curled comfortably to fill a dimly-lit pool hidden by the spined emerald arms of rainforest ferns and the sleek crimson leaves of bromeliads, flourishing where the burning summer sun could not reach. The spot was seldom used, perhaps barely known by the travellers whose business kept them from exploring, delving into the innermost depths of the Threshold. Not Africa though. The dapple grey Pegasus found the temptation to discover far outweighed the necessity to meet and greet potential candidates for her beloved homeland.

She visited the secluded, secret pool often- the air was cold and refreshing, unlike the contrast of salt-licked gale which regularly buffeted dust and sand throughout the oasis. Her lips twitched with delight, dabbling playfully against the motionless surface; her perfect reflection as it knelt to brush her with its whiskered muzzle. She drank deeply and closed her eyes as though savouring the moment, blocking the gentle chirp of crickets and the nearby croak of a frog from her mind. The serenity was intoxicating; addictive.

The flutter of startled wings drew Africa’s face away from the water and pale, curious eyes searched the lush undergrowth lining this piece of the forest’s floor. She was surprised to notice another horse, yet just as relieved that the stranger’s shoulders were beautifully adorned with luxuriously feathered wings- glossy jet black interlaced with rich, blood-red. The dapple grey’s eyes narrowed admiringly and she plucked her fore-hooves from the nutrient rich mud with a thuck, thuck. Turning her body to point in the direction of the black mare, Africa tilted her face, noting with concern the strained look, almost fearful, gathering in furrows throughout her dished face. “Hello there...” she breathed carefully aloud, conscious not to shatter the small peaceful basin which her company had obviously found comfort within. “Are you alright friend?” She offered the word friend kindly, so that it might reassure the other that Africa posed no threat. It was the opposite in fact, her gentle soul reached for the black horse so that she might sooth the strain from her flinching body. She did not move though, she did not want to frighten.

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Wiegers Posts: N/A
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WIEGERS

Deep black eyes in a heavy head, beautiful white wings, strong legs, they all belong to Wiegers. He flies over the landscape, not knowing where to go, but looking very sure of where to go. Excited he throws his head in the air causing the manes to get all messy. He thinks of his childhood, when he started flying for the first time, randomly flapping his wings, costing very much energy. How he just flew a couple meters and already was exhausted. 'A great difference with now,' he thinks. He didn't like flying at all, until his mom told him to get away, he spread his wings and he flew. He wasn't thinking about anything, what worked in his benefit. He was scared when it happened, looking down at his mom, surrounded by the giant predators. He began flying faster and faster, tears of fear in his eyes. He snaps back to reality and lands. He doesn't feel like flying at all anymore and starts trotting trough the forest still looking for a river. He looks at the colored leaves under his hoofs who crisp under every step. He starts feeling more happy by every crisp, finding it funny and gets in gallop
happily. He bucks by every four steps and shakes his manes exited again. He sees a leave flying up by the soft breeze of wind, turns around on two legs and runs the other way, pretending its a tree and can't run further. He jumps over a little piece of sunlight shining trough the roof of leaves and plays with the upcoming and falling leaves. When he's bored by doing that he trots further and starts looking for a river again. When he finally finds a river he starts drinking. The colored leaves above him leave trough some sunlight and make his body look like a flower. When he's done sipping, he turns around, looks around and closes his eyes for a little nap.
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Scarlett Posts: N/A
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A soft wind blew over the threshold, letting the red mane and tail flow through the breeze. Scarlett's bloody hooves stood firm on the soft grass. Her dark red eyes darted around the scene, catching the glimpse of two other winged mammals. She sneered at them and tossed her mane, letting it hide her eyes. The mare was the first one to talk. Talk. No one had ever came near her to have a little talk. The others were always too scared to even come close to her. Then, Scarlett her the word "friend". She pinned her harks against the black dome. Her pearls steamed with flames. Who the hell is she calling friend? She bared her white teeth at the mare.

Scarlett looked over at the stallion who seemed to be settling down for a nap on the other side of the river. She snorted and looked back to the mare. "Honey, I'm your worst nightmare. Who do you think you are walking up to strangers, little lady?" Scar said in a stern voice. Glaring at the mare, she heard whispers in the back of her head. Bitch, bitch, bit-. She shook her dome with fear, coming back to reality. Staring at the mare for a moment, she was blank. Looking around at her surroundings she now remembered. Scarlett glared over at the stallion, whom had fallen asleep, then turned back to the mare that stood in front of her. Her dragon eyes watching her every movement, ready to defend herself for any attack.

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
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Through the trees, some distance from her little haven there stretched a slip of lush grass, free from the forests thick shading hood. Another loitered there within sight, though seemingly quite oblivious to the two mares by the rock pool. Softly squinting cream eyes peered through the bar-like tree trunks at him briefly, noting that all he seemed content to do for the moment, was doze. A leisurely flurry of steamy breath spilt from the flare of Africa’s velvet black nostrils, and she reconfigured her focus, tilting her face toward the young mare with crimson locks. The stranger’s lips curled derisively, the look grotesque and not what the kind-hearted dapple grey had expected. Her cupped ears danced uncertainly, but again came to rest forward conscientiously; politely. Her gentle gaze narrowed between thick rims of long black lashes, searching the unpleasant, tactless pinch engraving the other horse’s slim shadowy face; her ears were pinned angrily, and blunt, off-white teeth had been bared in threat.

Instinctively, Africa retreated backwards two strides to perhaps preserve her safety with distance, from an unwarranted attack. It was not the first time she had come to grief in such undeserving fashion, and although unwise in many ways, self preservation was perhaps the strongest impulse in her character. "Honey, I'm your worst nightmare. Who do you think you are walking up to strangers, little lady?" The aggressive horse spat, her words sour with thick, venom-like sarcasm. Although astounded by the rude, obnoxious creature before her, Africa was not immediately deterred. She lifted her face, involuntary and her neck ached elegantly upwards so that she might gaze from the same arrogant stature as her not-so-much taller company.

She was not intimidated, nor was she contrite, and a patiently amused smile passed fleetingly across her parting lips, ignoring for now the offensiveness of the personality before her. “I am Africa. ” She replied to the question with a plain tone, her eyes nursing the other cooperatively. “If you would prefer I left...” She continued with an indolent shrug, letting the last of the words dribble quietly into the cool breeze. No judgement was passed, despite the large degree of general ignorance- this horse was hardly her worst nightmare, the worthy owner of that identity wore a pointed stick between his foul, lustful eyes. There was no resemblance; no comparison...
There was also no obligation for the grey mare to stay, and frankly she thought her time might be better spent in the company of the pale, napping stallion, still stationary beyond the trees.

She was willing to offer the benefit of the doubt however.

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Wiegers Posts: N/A
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Half awake, half asleep he let the wind go trough his forelock. He did notice the filly's hoofs, who were letting the leaves crisp just like his did, but was too tired to react. He sighed without worries, not seeming to care at all. Satisfied he listened how the leaves stopped crisping when the horses hoofs stopped moving. When the horse started talking, he open oned eye. 'Worst nightmare?' he thought. 'How is that even possible?' He looked at the horse from who he noticed it was a filly. Looking at the filly he kept listening. "Who do you think you are walking up to strangers, little lady?" Wiegers thought about that sentence a second. He thought this filly seemed to be pretty dominant. 'Wait, there's an other horse here?' he thought. He opened his other eye and looked around. Indeed, he noticed the mare. He pinned his ears to the front as soon as she began talking. "I am Africa." she said. How could she have the patience to react that calm? He'll never tolerate a filly talking to him like that. "If you would prefer i left..." Wiegers got some interest in the dialogue going on here. He looked at the filly's bloody hoofs. "What happened?" He said a little louder then he hoped to. He felt ashamed, but he didn't look so at all, and looked the at the filly trying not to get his eyes away from her, expecting a depressing story.
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