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 Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:07 pm
Participants:
Zion
Gabriel
Faith
Ekaterina
Bodhi
Ava
Camille
Heaven
Charisma
Arcadia
Justice
Gideon
CAN'T BE RPED HERE
Jezebeth
Darius
Vetis
Sonneillon
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:21 pm
The air was getting warmer and this was a kind of weather Zion liked. He walked deep very deep in the forest where his huge family lived. He had been worried for awhile now. A good long while ever since his was separated from his twin children. His youngest daughter and son were out there on their own somewhere probably not knowing what to do with life. He wished he could find them. he wished there was something he could do. He was always protecting the herd because the females were important for the herd to continue to proper. Without them it would die off in a way because the females were the most important. The men defended while the women had their children. It was kept very close knitted and there wasn't many outsiders that entered in. Faith wouldn't allow something like that. She was very strict and it was luck that he mated with the mare he did. At least his sister understood a little bit about the trouble he went through.
Sighing lightly, he joined the side of Gabriel eyeing him a little before letting out a slight snort. "It's quiet out here tonight don't you think?" He whispered lightly to the bigger stallion. He knew Gabriel was one of the biggest in the herd, but standing beside him he really felt small.
The hybrid looked over to the older stallion and gave a slight smirk. He knew it was quiet he didn't need anyone to tell him that even if he was older with more experience. "Yes it is." He said in a low cold tone of voice before flicking his tail behind him. Gabe was quiet and to the point. He mostly left his personality a mystery and to most they felt they were around a kalona more then a uni/kirin. It was weird, but he was the most protective one of the herd much like his father. He protected everyone even the other stallions. Though he never rose in status to commander or anything. Gwyn still was in charge of all the training for learning how to fight. He was just an odd one in the family. Probably the only one with the temperament of something so evil next to the cousin he knew existed. He actually did a no no and contacted Sonneillon before. It ended in a fight, but he saw eye to eye with him. He felt sorry for him that he was alone out there trying to figure out why he came to be what he is.
"I should speak with Faith.." He mumbled lightly as he looked over to Zion with his light blue eyes. They were just as emotionless as Zion's. A trait the family seemed to keep no matter what.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 4:41 pm
What did they know about the world..What did she know? She knew much from her time spent wandering the lands searching for something she did not know. Ever since she was a child she had felt she was to rough to be like the other mares. She never fit in with those in her family because she hated to gossip and would much rather play tackle with the boys. She shook her long hair out now so long it touched the ground. She longed to know what her purpose was but she did know her mother and father would be missing her still if they had not forgotten her. After all she had left right when her younger brother and sister were born. She never knew them but now she wished to meet them and give them advice them thinking there parents were dead she could imagine. Her parents had a story of there own and she knew her younger siblings were left at a young age as she had heard her parents discuss this as she sometimes would listen in secret to them talking.
She wished to give them advice now and know there names and share hers. Wanted to know if they saw the spirits the rest of them did and if they wore masks. Hers was quite different though the skull of a mighty dragon with metal horns. Her colors may have looked alike and she may of had the necklaces her mother gave her but her mask was quite remarkable. The horn on the nose of the skull was thick and curved so were the horns in the back. The spikes however were bone as if the dragon was a warrior when it was alive. She felt her mask expressed much about her her headstrong temper and the way she talked. She was very rough and straightforward much like a stallion she never felt she belonged as a mare. She did wonder though if somewhere out there a stallion would be able to tame her heart. She was a wandering soul lost in the world looking for where she belonged. Now she was starting the long road back to her family..who knew what might happen next..
"My name is Camille and i do not regret anything that may have happened up until now. I am a proud being and always will be i am not better than the rest but i have lived far longer than those i know. Are my parents even still alive? I am going back to where it started my true self will come out upon the first one i meet after all these years. I am not myself right now but soon i will be me again.."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:12 am
Charisma walked proudly through the small glen. She always felt more alive at night, which did not really surprise her. After all, she was to watch over the ghostly beings that liked to wander through and play tricks on those still alive. However, their games had become boring and expected. So on this night she decided to wander back towards Faith's herd. Charisma had really called the herd her family and it was the one place she could really call home. However, she still had duties to fulfill as the 'queen of ghosts' as one of her spirit friends had called her.
After several minutes of walking she finally reached the edge of the glen and the beginning of the herd's territory. Her heartbeat quickened slightly as her memories flooded back to her. She could not see or communicate with her words because she was mute, but she could smell the world around her. And when she was a young foal she had traveled all across the world, learning the smells of it, so that if one day she would like to travel to another place she could with ease. However, when she was just a foal she had stumbled upon Faith and it was at that moment she decided she would never wander to far away from her.
Time ticked by slowly as Charisma walked gingerly up a small hill to reach Faiths dwelling. She could have easily flown to this place, but she preferred to walk and enjoy the smell and feel of the grass beneath her hoofs. Some time ago many of the herd members had questioned why Faith and Charisma were so close considering the fact that outsiders were not treated the same was Charisma was. But, that was just how things were. Charisma and Faith just seemed.. in tune with one another on a level far beyond the physical. A small smile crossed her muzzle as she finally reached Faith's home. Yes. There was something unique about their friendship. Faith was heavily into the spirits just as Charisma was and that is what bonded them together. Their love for the unnatural.
Charisma stepped near Faith's side quietly and swiftly. It had been to long since she had last done this. Faith... I have returned. She said within Faith's mind. She could smell the lingering smell of Faith's dead mate and in some strange way it comforted her. One day she hoped she would find a mate that would accept her for all her little quirks and short comings. However, she was in no hurry to do so. But one day when she decided on a mate, he would also need to accept her duties to the ghost family that surrounded her.
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