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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:46 pm
A small brown mare was resting silently in the shade of a large oak her short mane and tail blown around lightly by the breeze. She seemed peaceful and serene laying there almost like a statue of colored marble. But looks could be deceiving, Morgana was far from calm her mind was a whirlwind of different thoughts buzzing angrily between her ears.
The mare sighed and shook her mane, she'd been alone for so long and had failed in her search for love, or had she? Most of the males she'd meet had all been very nice and all but they didn't make her happy, not like HE did.
Morgana sighed, but a little birdy had told her that he was having foals with another mare.
Shaking her mane Morgana slowly lowered her head to the ground and rest it there closing her dark eyes so that the world and all it's cruelty was shut out.
A soft breeze picked up her mane again and rustled the coat along her spine and sides, still Morgana refused to raise her head or open her eyes. If another approached she would of course hear the hoofbeats and then decide whether she wanted to find out whom it was or not.
For now Morgana was happy enough loosing herself into the comforting pull of sleep.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:19 am
Desolate was this area of his home. a grassy plane dotted with trees, large spreading plants that had seen more years then the oldest of elders. He gazed at them with a smirk, his eyes set like wildfire.... eyes just like his fathers. Cloven hooves crushed the plants underneath unheeding and his tail swayed, sending the blood red feathers to dance in the air. His hair was another matter itself, It curled and swayed into glorious waves, twisting into chatic spirals that floted around his neck in an earthy mass, while at the same time it draped around his face as if trying to hide the ebony horn on his brow. His mother may have named him, but he was his fathers son... his eyes.... his gestures... hell... even his expression was so like his fathers it was errie to his brother Melancholy... who sometimes could have sworn they were the same person inhabiteing two bodys. Of course there was one difference. Misfortune would protect his family untill the day he died... in fact. Fern was pretty sure it would be the death of him, joining his fathers armada as he had.
Fern on the otherhand liked to stir things up...
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:41 am
The little sunlight that reached her through the tree's leaves was warm, incredibaly so, and finally Morgana rolled over onto her side to reeave some of that heat. Her head fell with a soft plop onto a pile of churned up dirt that had once been a group of dasies. She was notorius to Misfortune for her hatred of flowers. The bloody bandages that were raped aroud her lower legs pulled tight and she lifed her head to n** at them. The little chocolate mare didn't remember ever hurting herself to ned them, but she wore them anyway.
Laying her head back down she heard the unmistakable thump of cloven hooves it made her heart flutter wildly hoping it was Misfortune, these were his homelands so it very well oculd have been.
She didn't move though, isntead she just lay on her side in the shade almost perfectly still. Only the slight rise and fall of her sides gave away that she wasn't an immaculately carved and painted statue there. Every so often her bobbed tail would flick up and smack a fly or two off her rump and break the illusion even more but that was all the movement that came from her now.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:57 am
He saw a patch of brown and red amongst the green, though not the same shade as the almost black mineraly rich soil that was these lands. No... someting more chocelity, tipped with red. Like a chocolate covered cherry, or a blood stained tree.... either analogy worked for Fern. He raised an eyebrow and saw her layeing there. My she was mighty pretty... and so far from home. He better go check in on her... never know what sort of unsaviory characters one might run into out here so far away from the main population.... hehe.
Tan hooves crushed the grass " If you continue to lay like that you will start to have things grow on you " He said in an almost bored voice that he had learned from his father, he watched the mare through those red eyes, the spiraled horn catching the sun and glimmering with metalic colors... almost like an oilslick.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 12:09 pm
A voice? One so familiar it made her heart do a flip, by then she knew she had to see if it was Misfortune or not. So ...
Morgana rolled back up, the slight movement making the soft scattering of sparkles in her coat shine and glimmer like far off stars in a milk chocolate sky. She slowly opened her deep crimson eyes and eyed the stallion in front of her. That wasn't Misfortune, he seemed to be a shade lighter of the same milk chocolate brown as her. He looked like an upside down chocolate mouse.
Those bright red eyes though, they caught her attention almost instantly and she cocked her head silent for a moment.
She finally did reply to him though in her deep voice, well deep for a females anyway, "well ... then I'd have no choice but to wait until someone freed me, or just find a way to free myself then wouldn't I?"
Morgana stood, for a small mare she had defined muscles that rippled pleasantly with her movements, she had never been the one that needed to be babied and taken care of. She noticed quickly that she'd missed a cluster of daisies and he back hoof shoot out like a lightning bolt and scrapped them into oblivion.
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