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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:21 pm
Calm, peaceful, quiet were three words that could have been used to describe the surrounding forest. In the distance the soft sound of gushing water was heard, creating a soothing affect on the outskirts of the forest. To the North of the plains and the margins of the woods, looming mountain ranges held their ground against the buffeting wind from all directions. It was from these mountains that the cold snow melt water came from; year round the river’s waters were icy cold and refreshing.
A lone stallion walked on the outskirts of the woods, the ancient trees casting shadows on the small portion of the plain that the stallion strolled. Red and gold wings stretched out on the stallion’s back, while beams of sunlight reflected off the silver metal donned on his two front legs, a tiny red heart filling the center of both of the pieces of armor. His red and black medium length mane dancing in the snippets of wind; icy blue eyes observed the surrounding area, noticing traces that were usually unseen by the untrained eye. Other soquili had been through this area, the tracks on the ground where fresh, only hours old.
The stallion had heard stories of a tribe of mares who live by different ways than that of the many cultures in the lands near the Kawani village, perhaps the tracks led to one of them. Not much was known about the tribe of mares, since it appeared that there was never a soquili to tell the tale. Rumors were the only sets of information that the stallion received. It did nothing to clench his appetite for knowledge.
With a set goal in mind, Wystan followed the tracks, knowing that when he came across a mare from the tribe, he would attempt to learn all he could about the secrets of the tribe.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:36 am
Use to be calm, peaceful, and quiet. Those were the words Anya would have picked if she would have picked to describe the forest near the harpy flock. This forest from what she could have seen use to be a quite nice place to live in, till the harpies came from Azeroth. At first they had stayed in the plains, but famine struck the flock hard there and they were forced to move. Anya had to face terrible sights along the way, fellow sisters dying, chicks dying, the weaker of males killed and eaten in a feeding frenzy. Till they found the forest, it was perfect. There they could quickly bound off the trees, pouncing on their prey from above. All was well with the harpies now, some had even gone out and found more slaves as prizes. She was proud of her sisters, they had made it through one of the toughest times they had seen and only had come out stronger in the end.
Though...The forest they had picked as their home, did not fair so well. Many had fled it in hopes of not having to face the harpies wrath. Smart move, if you asked Anya. Now only the bravest or stupidest of souls came anywhere near the harpy's grounds.
Anya yawned as she confidently walked through the forest, weaving her body back and forth through the small gasps of the trees. She knew she would not be attack in this area, almost no know even came here anymore. And even if they did she could easily take them out with her sharp talons. Anya may have been a nanny in the flock, but it was really by her own choice. She could have been a fierce hunter, or even a guard, sure. But Anya was so sick of fighting, she liked the calming job of taking care of the little chicks around the flock. And well...maybe corrupting their minds a bit why she watched them.
Where she was going? Anya didn't even know, she just wanted to get away from her sisters a bit. Though...she didn't stray too far this time. Unlike the last time she'd gone out and had gotten stuck in the rain. Nah just enough so they she could explore, have fun with these new lands. If she really wanted to also, keep up her hunting skills. Ever since the flock had settled down the hunting was done by a select few, you could join your sisters hunting she guessed if you wished. But that would only mean being more tired after a long day of work. Something she really didn't feel like doing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:17 pm
Strangeness gripped at the woods, causing the detective to stop and investigate. This part of the woods was different; the air was filled with dense tension. Birds sang, but it was in short bursts and barely heard since they hid high in the trees. Perhaps this was the border of the Tribe of Mares. Taking in a deep breath, Wystan tested the scent of the wood, trying to see if it was different than the rest of the forest; the stallion strode forward, stepping into unknown territory. The winged stallion wandered in what he assumed were the protected lands of the Mares; he searched for a clue to tell him about were the Tribe was located. Surprisingly there were no clues that Wystan could decipher on the forest floor, much to his dismay. There were no tracks upon the ground that revealed the location of the Tribe; the information gave the detective two options. One, that the Tribe of Mares did not live in these woods. Or two, they were really good at hiding where they are located and posses great skills at tracking as well. The detective believed the second option was the more probable one; his deductions were usually always right.
He turned to head in the opposite direction when he thought he saw a figure move under the trees’ shadows; not a sound was heard, not even the crunching of the leaves that covered the earth. Intrigued, Wystan made his way in the direction of the shadowy figure; soon he was upon the being that had a white fluffy tail and spots on its rump. The deer bolted deeper into the woods a few seconds later after catching whiff of the detective’s scent. Wystan did not let his failed attempt at finding any breathing creature that knew about the location of the Tribe of Mares deter him from the mission at hoof. The detective continued to roam the land, walking slowly and silently, barely making a noise on the forest ground. His ears listened for noises that did not belong in the woods, but he could not hear any. For once, the forest was unusually silent. Placing that tiny piece of information in the back of his mind, he continued his exploration. Moments passed as he continued his search for information, he was soon stopping again when he noticed a blue figure slowly approaching him. Wystan stood in wait, wondering if this was another deer or one of the Mares of the Tales. Excitement grew in the stallion as the fact donned on him; he knew that he would soon find out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:08 pm
A large huff of air was all that was heard from the blue feathered mare making her way through the forest. The deer she had been trying to sneak up on had been spooked by something else and with that it bolted away. The harpy could have gone after it, but why waste that amount of energy when she simply could bring back whatever spooked her kill home? She knew it wasn't one of her sisters, she would know their scent by now. No this was someone else. Just by the musky scent she could till it was a male, but a male of what she had no idea. Either way, he was an idiot for roaming into these lands. She would be bringing him back back to the flock, no matter his breed. He would either be food or her new pet. Though...she was hoping he would be the latter. She had missed having her own pet, seeing how her last one ended so suddenly when he was eaten by the flock when rough times fell upon them.
Anya's body suddenly lifted up as she flung herself into the air. Her long talons grabbed onto the trunk of a fairly big tree. A pulse of excitement branched out in her as her body pushed off of the tree, onto another, and then another. She did this till she was over the winged stallion.
A eyebrow cocked when she looked him over with her milk white eyes. He had markings that remind her of heavy rain clouds, but yet most of him was a deep maroon or gold, everything cept his hair which was black and maroon. But he had these deep blue eyes...god they remind her of the vast seas. And he had not just one but two sets of wings! What kind of mutant was this stallion? One set she had seen, even envied for, but two? Could he even fly with those wings? Her head tilted softly at him, she was...confused in a way. Why was this winged stallion here walking in the harpy clan's forest? Was she correct about him not being able to fly? Or did he simply not know how? "Little birds out here in this forbidden area are either stupid or lost. Tell me birdy, which of those two are you?"
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