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Post by Verloren on May 24, 2005 11:21:49 GMT -4
i have been christened verloren my time spent is six years i have been colored buckskin my lineage is that of the mustang my distinguishing mark in a dorsal stripe my locks and tassels are painted ebony i have been born a stallion kate holds my controller
--The stallion of tanned pelt meandered slowly upon the terra firma, hooves lifting lightly to make no mark in the soft loam. Nostrils dilated slowly as he drunk in the surrounding air, many scents filling his nasal passages and making their way to his mind. His thoughts registered many different equines that had passed through. The sweet perfumes of the feminine type, the stagnant cologne of the steeds, like himself. Above him, the luminous ball radiated happily, its gentle warmth seeping through the high, groping branches that shaded him. The heat permeated his glossly coat and warmed him deeply. He suddenly felt the need to become accepted in this beautfil land, and then make his home here and find one to become his lady. Someone to call his own. He wanted to become leader of a band of his kind, free and wild horses. He wanted his herd to become strong, healthy, and most importantly, happy. Nothing more, nothing less.--
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Inevitable
1st Degree
Like life, like death. Like sin, like grace. It is Inevitable.
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Post by Inevitable on May 24, 2005 12:31:11 GMT -4
Unlike the brute to lord waited on the plains, ebony pelt causing the heat to surround it. A small relief came as a breath of wind, that gently wound his tresses around his frame. Dial was dipped for a moment and then held aloft, nape arched as gaze surveyed the terra. Another presence was sensed and crown tured as he sought it out. Almost at once the stag was found and lithe pistons carried his frame towards the unkown one. He paused once reaching a few feet away, the shade of the foliage giving respite against the burning rays. Auds flickered as gaze was focused.
One that seeks to enter my lands, what is your will?
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Post by Verloren on May 24, 2005 12:55:51 GMT -4
--He remained in stance, for he would not bow down to anyone but himself, though he would show respect. Around him, leaves cast shadows while frolicing in the warm disturbances the breeze caused. Locks danced across his brow and nape as he surveyed the stag before him, occuli twinkling in amusement. Again, nostrils dilaetd, though this time they did not take in, but pushed out. A soft snort echoed as it was released from its cage. Wisdom of many years shrouded him, and he looked upon the stallion with slight hilarity. He could remember when...but now was the not the time for reminiscing, it was time for talk. He was about to open his mouth to speak when a thought drifted lazily across his mind. Think of what you are to say before you speak. It makes things much easier. A miniscule smile passed over his features and he responded to the voice inside. Never forget that...remember last time? Oh yes, haven't I mentioned it? Verloren's past experiences caused a second persona to enter his mind, so if he's standing there with a glazed look upon his features, he probably chatting with it, he finds it very interesting to talk to. Anyway, he withdrew from his thoughts and turned back to the beast, a small grin still pasted upon his face. Velveteen maw parted and out poured words, respect for the beast's status eveident in his tones.
Greetings. I am Verloren, and my will is to live in peace here.
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Post by Verloren on May 25, 2005 20:58:45 GMT -4
[[ ooc -- Okay...I feel slightly ignored now. ]]
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Post by aerio on May 25, 2005 21:03:15 GMT -4
[ooc: Why is that?]
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Post by Verloren on May 25, 2005 21:29:19 GMT -4
[[ ooc -- Inevitable hasn't replied, even after I posted yesterday. Oh well, I guess I can say I'd know how busy he/she with Co-Ownership, etc. ^^ It's okay though. ^^ ]]
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Inevitable
1st Degree
Like life, like death. Like sin, like grace. It is Inevitable.
Posts: 26
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Post by Inevitable on May 26, 2005 16:08:55 GMT -4
Time passed slowly, yet rushed in on him when he neede dit the most. Long strides hurried him to the waiting brute. Gaze watched him as bass tone rang forth, welcoming yet questioning.
Stranger, you seek to enter into these lands. Tell me, what is your intention?
(short I know. losing my inspiration. meh)
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Post by Verloren on May 26, 2005 20:06:20 GMT -4
[[ ooc -- -points to former post- He spoke up there, it was in italics, at the bottom of the long paragraph. ]]
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Post by Dreamweaver on May 27, 2005 11:18:21 GMT -4
[ooc: let's just say you're accepted now ok? Inevitable can post back after but for now, you may post wherever you want... ]
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