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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:24 am
Participants.  &  A Note: This took place when Jentzerlok first came to the lands, after meeting voodoo and being accepted into the herd. The two met in the forest one night as he tired to summon one of his minions.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:27 am
The night was still and quiet. It was usual, not many sought to cross the path of the shadow mare that stalked though the forest. Angeetia wasn't exactly sane and in her insanity she was not very friendly in her petite state was not very intimidating. She often spent her night wandering the forest in hopes of catching a glimpse of her kitty. Though to her dismay he never showed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:40 am
It was a dark night, the time when the large stallion typically slipped off to gather herbs for the herd. Jentzerlok was diligent, giving up sleep to make sure he had supplies to keep his new found herd members safe and cared for. The Nomadic herd traveled constantly having yet to set down roots in one place. He didn’t mind it though because he’d spent his whole life traveling as soon as he could. He best mate Dorwanz was met that way. He and the Warrior friend traveled doing all sorts of odd quests for anyone they could find, along with his minions they were unstoppable, least that’s how he felt.
He frowned an odd pang filling his heart as he took notice about that he had no minions to help him. They often did much for him and he sorely regretted that they would not come to him. It was then that he decided that he’d take a break from his herb gathering to try and once more summon his minions. He didn’t feel near the amount of magic that he could channel back home. He often found him lucky to gather any he could channel. The poor land seemed barren of the magic he used. It wouldn’t deter him from one last attempt; he’d be content if he could summon at least his imp to his side.
He stilled concentrating deeply, he focused on his imp, his name, and his being and tried to pull the creature forth…
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:41 am
Something stirred in the silent air causing Angeetia to lift her head and sniff at the air. An odd scent hung in the air. It was a heavy earthy smell with an odd scent with it. She cocked her head to the side her ear flicking about to try and catch any sound. She heard nothing in the still and silent night which was odd. While her path was typically clear and silent there was usually something about somewhere in the forest and she heard nothing.
She frowned and started forward again her silent and smooth walk making it appear as if she merely glided above the earth. Even the snow of the ground did not cling to her fetlocks. Something lay in wait in the forest but she scented no blood, no fear, just an odd sort of longing and loneliness. The last she could relate to. The similar feeling compelled her forward. The mare whom preferred her seclusion was drawn to the feeling though she couldn’t understand what took her gliding steps forward just that something did.
Before long she came to a small clearing, a break in the clump of trees. What stood in the center of the clearing surprised her. A large stallion, he was blue all over with a bright pink and purple mane. She frowned at the giant, because quite frankly that was what he was, especially to the tiny mare. With her Sing song lilt voice she called to him where she stood just inside the embrace of shadows. “You may find it yet unwise to stand in clear view in an unforgiving forest filled with monsters. An unwise choice such as to include you foolish enough to steal closed your eyes to be fully unaware of your surroundings.”
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