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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 9:33 am
Love is a wonderful thing. As they say,"All you need is love," and, "Better to have love and lost, than never loved at all." But how true is that? This hunk of a stallion seems to have had his heart broken, and we're not sure why. What is his story? Did he ask out the mare of his dreams and get rejected? Or maybe the mare he had was stolen away by another? Tell us what you believe happened, and what the future may possibly hold in store for this young stallion. [b]Name:[/b]
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[b]Rp Prompt:[/b] Starts: February 10th. Ends: February 14th. Will be judged the 15th. Entries:
T3h Jinji xKOVAKtheWOLFx Dark x Deception
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:54 am
Name: Methos
Temper: Determined
Rp Prompt: A flash of green moss and cloudy sky. A smell of early blooming flowers. The sound of crumbling rocks, followed by a terrified scream. "METHOS!"
He jerked awake, covered in sweat, eyes wide, teeth bared and reaching out, trying somehow to change the dream. Surely this time he could catch her. Surely this time he could stop fate from repeating itself. But as his pulse slowed, he came to the painful realization that there was no change possible. It was past.
He had failed, and she was dead. His lovely Cassandra was gone forever.
Methos lay under the tree for another few moments. Then he pulled himself up to trudge through another day. He did not know where he was, or where he was going. He only knew he could not stay with the herd, and that he could never return. Cassandra's father, the patriarch of the herd, had never liked him, but her death had solidified his hatred. Not that Methos blamed the elder at all. He would feel the same, in his position. He blamed himself too. If he had not taken Cassandra to see the view from the cliffs.. if he had noticed how weak the rocks were.. if he had just been a little closer..
It had been several weeks since his exile had begun. In the time since he had only eaten and drunk enough to survive. It wasn't enough. He could feel his strength leaving him as his body ate itself from the inside. When he stopped for rest, he could feel his bones standing out against his skin. He knew if he didn't find the will to live, the day would come soon when he would lay down and never rise again...
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:50 pm
Name: Kopa
Temper: Understanding
Rp Prompt: "Goodbye Kopa!" Flighty sneered as he walked away with his mate, Savina.
"Goodbye you two..." he said, still half confused of what happened. Gritting his teeth, the loner watched as the two left him - he felt... borrowed. With rage growing in him, he grew the flashbacks of his past. Growing up with Flighty, always being there for him, they were the best of friends, just that one of them was neutral and the other was well, evil.
Standing on the ledge of the cliffs tired him, so he decided to take a stroll around the place, but everywhere he went reminded him of his old self. There, the place the two met, there, the place that the two fought their first bully. He laughed picturing how much injuries he and Flighty had given to Dispore, the bully of their colthood. Blinking, the images grew more distant, as if he was just living a dream. Was he? No. It was just that his memories were fading.
"Savina, Savina, Savina." he said with hatred. "I always knew that you would be close to him, but never did I know that he'd choose you over me." Pawing in the ground, the dirt under him gave way so that he could get his frustration out. "I have loved him more than I should have ever." He closed his eyes remembering when he told his best friend his true feelings.
He didn't take me seriously, just thought that I was jealous because he started spending more time with her than me! The heart of Kopa was filled with jealousy and hurt. How couldn't he have ever seem how much I cared for him? Weren't we meant to be?
~Two years later....~
There was word that a young colt was by himself, under the parents of Flighty and Savina. Kopa's interest began to rise learning that the colt was all on his own. Where could his parents be? he wondered. After finding out the colt's location, the loner bolted in that direction - the direction that'd change his life. The path to nurture the young and teach him the ways of life, first with telling the stories of Flighty, Savina, and Kopa. His love wasn't meant for Flighty, it was meant for Flighty's young.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:34 am
Name: Sven
Temper: Hollowed
Rp Prompt:
Even at a tender age, the young stallion was thrust into a world of the unknown. His mother had died during his birth, his father resentful of ever having such a thing to do with his offspring. Especially since Sven wasn't his. Sven's mother had been unfaithful and it killed her. The foal grew up with constant hatred at his back, and a constant reminder around his neck. His father claimed to have cursed him - he would never know of love. Sven didn't know any of this. All he knew was that he couldn't wait until he was old enough to leave his bitter father behind. And finally that day came as the sire finally died of resentment and a broken heart. During the years after he left his father, however, Sven felt strangely confused at the world. Why was he here? What was he meant to do? Sven simply wandered day after day after day, his hooves taking him no where in particular. That is, until she came along.
Her laughter was the first tender note he had heard in all of his years. Her movements were as graceful as the winds. Her eyes shone with a brilliance of the seas. A gorgeous mare that seemed to notice him, and without a beat, she called to him leaving her group of friends who were undoubtedly warning her to stay away. "What's your name?" She asked, her voice sounding like bells on a summer's eve. He choked a little. "I'm...Sven. But you can call me Ven..." She giggled all the while "Sven? That sounds too much like seven! I like Ven better." The mare danced around him, curious of what he looked like. "My name is Anora." She batted her eye lashes at him, all he could do naught but swoon. "Anora...so beautiful..." His golden eyes watched her strawberry mane and tail flash as she trotted, muscles moving under a chocolate brown pelt. It was cute how white dots had dappled all over her rump and lower legs. One looked like to be in the shape of a heart.
Sven didn't know what happiness was until he met Anora. She took him in, introduced him to her circles and with time, Sven felt accepted and happy. She was there to be with him, and he realized that over this time he had fallen in love with her. Anora's mother and father went to him with open arms glad that their little girl had finally found someone to treat her right. Things seemed to be going well enough until a rogue male came onto the scene. He was brutish, larger than Sven and way stronger. He had his eyes on Anora and it was quite clear that Sven would need to fight for his love. Anora begged him not to, but Sven resisted her pleas. He'd die for her, and he wanted to prove that. No way he was taking the coward's way out.
What happened next would break his heart indefinitely. The day of the fight, he saw her with him. His beautiful, pure Anora had agreed to go with the Brute to avoid bloodshed. She'd give up her love if he promised to leave her family and Sven alone forever. Sven attempted to talk her out of it, but Anora resisted him. "If you had listened to me, this never would have happened. But you leave me no choice, Sven!" She berated him through tears. "I am happy we met, but we must now depart for the safety of my herd. I will never forget you, but I will never forgive you for the life you have given me now. We could have been so happy together...you caused this, Sven. Remember that. You caused this!" Sven's heart stopped beating as he felt the life fade from his body. For days he tried to track her down, but her words haunted him day and night. She would never take him back now. Her parents were furious with him. Why had he not run away with her? Now their little girl would be lost forever!
Sven finally tracked her down after almost a year of searching only to find her dying by a river. The Brute had been abusive to his Anora...there was a foal already dead beside her. It was a little girl. The brute had wanted a son it seemed. Sven remembered how his own mother died...how he lived...Tears welled in his eyes as he watched Anora's life seep away. He could see her anger and sorrow, and even before she died, the mare breathed, "You caused this..". Sven felt the last fiber of his being die with the mare he loved. With the last of his strength, he buried Anora and her foal by the river. The Brute would be long gone by now...
Sven's future would be bleak and his hope was faint. He could never get close enough to another in fear he would end them. That it would be his fault...His heart was broken, and closed. An icebox. Sven had small hopes that he would be able to love again...but who would ever love a murderer and a monster? His father was right...
He would never know of love.
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