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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:09 am
The wind blew rapidly through the tree tops; its normal soothing song replaced by roars of anger as it shook leaves from their homes and kicked them around on the forest floor. For all a certain stallion knew, he might as well have been one of those leaves at the moment, and the wind would be his past. No matter how hard he would try to shelter himself it would always be there.
His normal cocky glow was masked over by a look of irritation and a mix of a tired look. He no longer carried a proud air, but one of being beaten, not only mentally, but physically as well, which was apparent by his knees which carried raw wounds from being pushed too hard and from falling.
With a sigh, Razi closed his tired eyes and kept himself in his current location under a large tree amongst the others in the forest.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:27 pm
Continying forward, Zyanya paused, feeling the wind turn, and turned with it. She could spot a large tree in the distance, and ambled toward it cautiously. She knew not what was there, but she had quite a many unpleasent encounters in this new land. However, upon spotting what she had come across under such a large tree, Zyanya paused for only a moment to scan the stallion she had intruded on, before turning her head in search for something familiar that could help the injured stallion.
Zyanya was no unicorn, but she had nursed herself back to health several times in her past, and she was still strong. With a swift turn, Zyanya tore a large leaf and vine from their places in the trees, and trotted over to the young stallion, making her steps noticable, to awaken him to her presence.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:25 pm
The lone stallion listened carefully to the punishing melody that mother nature played for the creatures she called her children. To him, it felt as if the song was meant for him, and any others that might be trekking down the long road he had traveled for many years now. Many long years that he had run up and down the road. Many long years that he had wishes to just turn and run off of it, but no matter how many times he had tried he always found himself right back where he left off, and it was beginning to turn sicking and tiring, as if he was dying slowly with every night of travel.
Razi's ears pinned back as they picked up the drowned out sound of someone coming towards him. Was it something that was here to put him out of his misery through a fatal action, or someone who would just give him more by being an annoyance. Truthfully, he would have gone with the first to escape going out through bashing his head in to a tree.
Turning his blue gaze to the area around him, his breath held when a spot of icy ghost like orbs met him. It wasn't long before he had to wonder if the world had sent a spirit upon him now. But if it was a spirit would it be someone to help, or would it be a figure from his past?
Quickly, and regretfully, Razi got to his legs, his injured throbbing at the unwanted movements. For a moment it seemed as if he was going to step towards the figure, but he just took a step or two back while keeping his eyes locked.
"Who exactly are you, and what do you want with me? Are you hanging around to mess with me, or do you have an actual reason to bug me at this hour?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:15 am
The blue mare stopped in her tracks as the stallion rose to his hooves, and stepped back from her. This was only too expected, afterall, Zyanya was a pretty strange mare, could be considered quite confusing in her actions, and her particular knowledge of the world. At his questions, the young mare simply bowed her head lightly to him, setting down the leaf and vine she had pulled from nearby, and settling them under a silvery hoof, so that the wind wouldn't take hold of them. Raising her head once she was done, she stared back into the gaze of the stallion's, her only visible ocean blue eye practically speaking her desire to help him without her voice, as the wind threw her wild locks into her other eye, which was much lighter, her icy blue one. "I am Zyanya, a foreigner to these lands, from up north. I seek only to aid your injuries." She explained, her voice soft and delicate over the wind, and yet still confident and strong, despite how unused it normally was.
"It'd be best if you return to your prior position. Your legs seem to trouble you." She advised, observing the way he moved. She herself had sustained plenty of leg injuries over her time, and knew well how to deal with them without magic, even though magic was always the best cure. She stood against the wind, never letting her eyes stray from the stallion, despite the whirl of leaves around her thin frame.
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