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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:15 am
 Marrow was going about his business in this cool afternoon, his "business" was always the same, no matter what time of the day it was. First he would give offerings of sugar and flowers to the many graves littered around the area, then he would eat, preferably something sweet and then,and only then would he get to the REAL fun...tending his roses.
Marrow was a strange one, from his ear tips right down to the tips of his hooves, he was a Day of the Dead horse, and in the opinion of the locals, probably one of the weirdest stallions they had ever come across. Marrow didn't mind much, he didn't mind a lot of things, including what people thought of him, the more folks said away, the more time he had to devote to his roses and his oddball lifestyle. Most simply took one look at his bone printed demeanor and turned the other direction. Marrow blinked his icy blue eyes and inspected his rose patch thoroughly, bringing them water, fertilizer, keeping off pesky bugs, anything they would need.
Gardening was his only hobby and if he kept his roses happy, they would make him happy as well.He went about fixing the roses nestled at the base of his tail, he knew that he was strange looking, it wasn't as if he could help it. But he made sure that he kept up his appearance as much as he could so that he would not be thought a hermit up in the haunted hills that he inhabited. After making sure his roses were well he stared over a vast valley of long grass and scattered gravestones, his eyes like strange sapphires, reflecting the world around him, it was a nice day...
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:01 am
Her hooves stomped evenly against the earth below her. She hadn't come much to the graveyards, but tonight was the night to find her father's grave. Not that love didn't hold its daughter-father ways between her and her adoptive father. But she had always the wonder to seek out his gravestone. He apparently widowed her birth mother while still pregnant for Anthem.
She had many hobbies, mainly finding troubles she could make better. She was galiant mare. As she strutted the beads of her lynx pelts upon her forelegs clanked and hit her legs in a merry fashion.
But there was no luck. She would have to go and find another graveyard as this one didn't hold his plac. Possibly closer to the amazon-like herd she was born into. If she could find it that is. Moving off she heard rustling near a flower bed. Mainly roses. With a canter and a c**k to the head, she had found a lovely stallion sifting through with soil for the roses. Her eyes offset she began to become confused. She had never met a skull-based horse with bones of the dead so cheery.
Her eyes danced over his form and her body grew tough and thick and she raised her head, "Horse that is painted like the dead.. Why do you shuffle amoung the flowers?" She asked confused and tilted her head. She had little to say as the paintings of a voodoo-like skull covered her face and her back had an ex-eyed skull within the zagged-lines. Maybe she was stepping out of line saying such things.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:21 pm
He had been minding his own business for sure, his head between to rose bushes, gingerly removing the weeds and dead foliage from between their pointy beauty when suddenly a voice hailed him. A female voice.
He raised his head, unhurried, his eyes mirroring a curious blue and black mare who stood not far from his beloved flowers. He stood stone still, the only movement being the wind through his wild hair...after a moment of inspecting the mare and realizing that she wished conversation.
He opened his mouth, as if expecting nothing to come out, when his voice eventually crept from his lips, in a deep whispering baritone " Because.....i am a gardener" He blinked once, twice, his blue eyes clearer and darker than hers, which seemed to glow with an inner light...curious
He twitched an ear, his beads rattling a little " And who......are you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 8:55 am
A curious glow went over her as she heard his words, and registered his actions. Her head canted to the side a little. The glowing greens awkward for just a moment. "A gardener...?" She hummed a little. These lands were what her father had truly told her; odd. Soquili didn't go with their looks.
"A gardener." She nodded to herself, speaking to herself she then noticed. She was a little childish basing people off their looks.
"I am....." She paused for a moment. "Well my father calls me an amazon.. For my size mainly and for my bravery." She definitely looked like an amazon that was for sure. The skull mask, the lynx leggings. Her wild hair as it danced against her neck. "But, you can call me Anthem.." It was the name her adoptive family gave her. For some odd reason it fit her. A smile slightly teased the sophisticated/neutral expression on her face.
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