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The eternal battle between the forces of light and dark continues to rage on.
The Light King went on a journey of spiritual discovery, his reasons unknown. In doing so he left his lands vulnerable to the attacks of the Darkness. The Lands of Light, have now been conquered by the dark. With any Light horses being forced out, or living as slaves to the Dark legions.
The Saligia; the gods that protect the world have made themselves known. Speaking through the vessel they allow mortals to speak with them to hear their judgement.
But with the return of the Light King heralds new hope for the forces of light. Will they suceed? Or will they fall?
MURDERmetosleep[open] « Thread Started on Nov 21, 2008, 10:49am »
¤ Life was like a dream, the land that had once been called Emerald Cascades, now called Ethereal Creed was coming back to life. With the new life of the land came back the horses, one of those horses included himself. Raksha, previously known as the Prince of Flames, well in his absence he hadn't just sat around. He'd made himself a name, he was no longer a Prince, he was King, a King to be revered and feared. But here on the island they saw him only as another commoner, let them try and push him around, see what happens. After coming back and finding the land in yet another predicament he'd fallen more towards the losing side. The side of Outcasts, a mix of dark and light horses alike. How quaint, nostrils flared and radars traveled across his poll as he stood. Tall and slender, muscles outlining his figure as he leasured atop the knoll. The dune of sand shifted beneaht him but held his weight, he let his gaze fall across it once before reverting back towards the sea. He remembered, this was where he'd been reunited with Red Moon, his first and only love. On the very hill he stood upon, near the same time though not exactly. It was also the place she'd rejected and lied to him, chasing after another stud, a stud with a harem of whorletts and wussy's. She'd run off to be a little 'show-off' of her own, well it was her choice. He couldn't stop her, not a mare like that, she wouldn't taken off his head, she would've played him like a toy. It was wise to learn from your mistakes, which is why since that time he'd guarded that throbbing organ he called a heart, shielded it from the horror and pain of another love.
¤ And now he was back, back to make a name for himself. Oh where to start, he'd never be finished with 'helping' and 'aiding' those in need. So why was he doing it? well if he was going to be known as anything on the island he'd rather it be something better than worthless. Whether it be dark or light put together, anyone called him worthless and he'd hang them from the tree's. Ears flickered back and a full black tail rose to swipe at his haunches. He'd grown considerably in his time away, grown in strength, wisdom, knowledge, and the occasional cheat here and there. He'd also aged, coming up on the middle number 6, one may call him young but he found himself to be rather old. Atleast he thought so, but that was just his dramatic side talking.
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Re: MURDERmetosleep[open] « Reply #1 on Nov 23, 2008, 5:01pm »
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The beach was quiet as usual; what was once a prime spot for meeting horses was now just a desolate area that outcasts used to mourn their losses in silence. Hardly anyone had come to the beach since the invasion, as though they couldn't stand in the sun, looking out upon the crashing waves, and not be moved or repulsed by it. So the steadiness in the air remained, until joined by the soft cadence of new comer. Sleek ebony body crept across the tawny sand, leaving small ditches in her wake as she progressed. Muscles pulled and relaxed, knees snapping up to meet the warmth of her chest before dropping to allow movement, making her dark mane sway to the beat, carried upon the offshore wind that lightly caressed her neck. It had been a while since she had come to the beach, and an even longer time since she had been escorted by that fire-hued beast of hers. In fact, she hadn't seen him since the dark invasion... While she had been kept as a slave to the dark lords, she never found out what happened to him. It wasn't as though they were close; she didn't call him 'lord', and she was almost sure he hardly counted her as a herd member. Of course, she didn't blame him for any of this- she hadn't hung around long enough to develop a relationship, and was too withdrawn to demand attention. Ever since the avalanche, she had kept to herself and just simply watched from afar. What was even more astounding was, she had simply left the dark lands to come here- as though they didn't care about their prisoners, a few had just watched her leave and said nothing. At times she was even mistaken for one of them, but others had seen her lands undergo destruction, and knew she was a captive. Maybe they knew she'd come back for lack of a better place to go- though really her understanding of 'light' and 'dark' was vague. She liked both, really, though perhaps the light just suited her better. The obstruction of her path caught her gaze, slowing her walk to a halt several feet away. Her body was facing his back left flank, though the distance remained so she was out of lunging and kicking range. It was difficult to decipher an attack, as most all horses seemed docile before hand. "Memories." Estelle said, no hint of enthusiasm or real life inside her voice. She sounded calm, as though she had been carrying on a conversation with him the whole time. "Painful, yet painless." Her dark brown eyes set on his façade, just carefully watching, trying to decipher a response. It was clear he had been in a deep state of thinking, until her presence had probably interrupted his train of thought.
Re: MURDERmetosleep[open] « Reply #2 on Nov 25, 2008, 7:21pm »
R A K S H A
¤ She was an interesting creature, slithering up the side of the hill without a purpose. From the looks of things she'd been wrapped in her own little world until she'd realized he was there. Ears flickered across his poll as he listened to her footfalls stop, she swished her tail a few times, he was assuming at flies, before she spoke. Talking about memories and how painful they were, oh he had his own horde of painful memories. And he perferred to keep them in the bowls of his mind where they belonged, dial twisted on its axel as he turned a little to the left, as she was on his left, to look at her. She was a gorgeous thing, like candy to the eyes. A black as dark as night, maybe darker, her eyes as black as her body which was thick set and majestic. Her movements were slow and purposeful, sliding into the earth with ease as she took a step nearer him. His shoulder shivered as he thought about what to say, nothing much to start a converstation on. And he didn't believe he wanted to follow the road she was heading "and they should stay where they belong, on the other hand I don't believe I caught your name?". He hardly knew her, just met, if she expected instant respect and gentlemen like behaviour she'd have to work for it. Just like he'd have to work for her respect, but he wasn't overly mean, just blunt, getting to the point instead of playing along the edges.
¤ The thought of what or who she was crossed his mind many times, as did the thought of her joining him as a herd mare when he claimed a land as his own. But that was just a bit to foreward for him, he liked to know the horses he ruled, so as to rule them better. Why grab a mare if your not going to do anything but gain some reputation as a 'good stag'. No, he would take things slow and let life run its course, for all he knew she might already have a home with a stud she thought better than he. So no foreward motions, hiding his thoughts behind cold brown eyes as he watched her, nothing more.
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Re: MURDERmetosleep[open] « Reply #3 on Nov 26, 2008, 5:38pm »
[black ♥'s n e v e r getdirty;;]
Dark eyes followed his body language, picking up on every twitch of his muscle, every swish of his tail, and every change in his gaze. He seemed rather relaxed, maybe a bit irritated, but passive. She, herself, was equally as tranquil- her own muscles were loose and stationary, her eyes were the only part of her that roved. It was a normal thing for her, to just be passive and carried on with the flow of the conversation. "Estelle." She responded as her gaze wandered to the ocean, watching the waves lap at the shoreline. Estelle... The beast was hardly sure that was her name. Upon waking up, she had found that was the only thing she could remember of her past. A name: Estelle. Was it her own? Maybe someone else's? She didn't know. It was Phoenix's fault that she had adopted it as her own, as he had charmed her into it with the likes of, 'a pretty name suits a pretty mare'. So she was a bit gullible- also not her fault. Her memories of being tricked were swiped, so she had stupidly assumed that all horses were honest. At least that phase had faded rather quickly, though she still adopted the name as her own. "And yours?" Such a conversationalist, she was. Him, too. Though his responses were a bit more deep, as her own didn't allow any particular look into her mind nor heart. A dark mystery, though she had nothing to hide from anyone. If asked, she'd tell- if necessary, she'd share. At the moment, it didn't seem so. With Phoenix she had been the same way, though upon her alleged 'abandonment' she had shut down again. Ever since the invasion, she hadn't even uttered a word, though the dark horses weren't exactly conversationalists either. She preferred it that way, as she usually had nothing to say to them, nor anyone else.
ooc;; I know you're jealous of my muse... XP Hehehe.
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