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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:02 pm
 The star-scape was beautiful this evening, those that had yet to fall played in the stardust fields or rested under the many moons that dotted space. One such soul stood watching a distant world, one he had witnessed many to journey to and never return. The old elder watched with dark blue eyes, his many wings folded along his clothed back. He too could feel the urge to move, to travel to this place that had called so many before him. He turned away this time, to watch the younger generations play along the stars. This was his home, he couldn't ask for anything else. But there was always that need, the need to know what happened to the young souls that vanished.
It felt a good many years later that the elder felt this need again, this time it came stronger then ever. Shaking his armored head, he felt torn between duties. The duty to those of the star-scape and that to the need to travel. A sneer came to the elder's face as he turned his back towards the lands he had grown up within and headed out into the unknown. Following the star trail that had lead the many away, the elder felt suddenly weakened, the stars and lights around him started to spin. The trail seemed to have fallen away, he was spinning, closing his eyes, the spinning grew faster until it came to a skidding stop.
Snow, mud and grass shoots were tossed here and there as something big struck the ground. A shimmering light remained around the elder as he laid on his side. Four wings remained folded to his sides as the mask that armored his face had slid from place. His eyes were tightly closed, pain slithered along every muscle and bone. He felt rattled, like everything was out of place, perhaps broken. With a flick of his tail, he merely laid in the crater he created. Was this the land that so many had fallen to? It felt so different, solid. he could feel the wind flow over him as he rested, for such a drop, the landing was far from easy.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:50 pm
 Roan had spent much of his life here in this part of the world. Had grown up here and knew the surrounding area well. Despite the fact that the blue of his coat didn’t blend in all that well. He stuck out rather like a sore thumb but he did have the markings of a normal roan colored horse, thus his name. He was perhaps a bit of a special case, as he was rather alone for the most part. He didn’t mind the silence all that much but it did get lonely from time to time. Not a bad thing per – say but it was something that drove him out to seek company. Thus the reason he was out today, or at least part of it. Another part was that he couldn’t find the want to stay still and nestled into his little warm patch under the trees. He wasn’t a fan of the cold but at the same time it was fun to kick the white of the new fallen snow up in a flurry.
This was another reason he was out romping like a young colt, kicking snow up and watching as it fluttered down around him and got caught in his mane and tail. If he wasn’t careful by the end of it he would be a white stallion instead of a blue one. Which while the thought was amusing he was rather fond of his coat color and thus changing it didn’t exactly appeal to him. He shook out his mane and pawed at the ground and that was when something caught in the corner of his eye. It looked a whole lot like a falling star, or a comment. His ears flicked forward and he pawed the ground as he watched the decent of the star. He openly winced when it hit the ground, it had sounded rather painful; he had heard the crash from some ways away.
He stood for a moment deciding what to do when he finally came to the conclusion that nothing lost was nothing gained. With that in mind he set out running at full breakneck speed towards the site where it had landed. So intent upon getting to the spot was he that he didn’t notice when he had reached it and nearly fell in. He came to a skidding halt sending snow flurries every which way. Once he had regained some sort of confidence that he wasn’t going to plummet into the whole he chanced a glance over the edge and what he found was both shocking and amazing.
There was someone down there, that wasn’t what was shocking though, it was the fact the other had four wings and a cloth lay over his side. Roan gave a soft whinny before making his way into the hole and down to the other male. “Oh my, sir are you alright?” He asked his voice a soft sort of sound, not to loud and perhaps a touch too soft to be coming from the stallion.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 11:40 pm
 Macchiato trotted toward the mouth of the damp, musty cave. He was always on the move, exploring new places and spending his time just the way he pleased. He has never belonged to a herd, mostly because he just hasn't doesn't see the point. Why should I spend my time helping the herd when I can take care of myself just fine? he thought to himself. And his nomadic lifestyle has served him well enough, keeping him from boredom. It was sheer coincidence which brought him to this cave on this particular day. As the passage widened and he neared the entrance, he felt the ground shake under his hooves just before he heard a booming crash in the distance. His ears pricked forward in excitement, and he began galloping toward the noise, hooves leaving scattered tracks in the light dusting of snow on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:33 pm
His sides gave a heave to a great intake of air, expelling the breath and stirring the still settling dust. The elder stirred where he laid, a single dark blue eye creeped open to stare at the blurry form that edged down the crater wall towards him. Wings shifting, he rolled over to his belly, pulling his jelly like legs closer to hi body. "Yes, I think I'm alright, shaken, but alright." Pulling his head from the ground, the armored mask falling back into place. He stared at the strange stallion(s) that were near the edge of the hole.
Questions drifted into his mind, ones like where was he? Did this one fall from the same stae-scape he came from? Or was it a different one? But first things first, he had to take stock of everything. His wings seemed functional, legs were sore, but not broken. Everything throbbed, but he was unharmed, for the most part. "Where am I?" Well, that seemed to be the most important question to begin with.. Anyways.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:37 pm
Macchiato reached the gaping crater in the ground and skidded to a halt, dust and snow flying in every direction. "Where am I?" he heard from the crater. Macchiato glanced at the blue horse who was peering into the crater, and walked forward to peer in as well. What he saw astounded him. In the center of the crater was the biggest horse he had ever laid eyes upon. The horse had on some sort of mask, although Macchiato had no idea what it could be for. He noticed the wings tucked against the mysterious horse, and saw that the feathers were disheveled. The horse appeared disoriented, and Macchiato began to put two and two together. Did... Did this horse *make* this crater? he wondered incredulously. Shaking his head, he answered the stranger's query. You are ... well, you're here. he said. Macchiato couldn't think of any other way to describe their location. He didn't know of any other place they could be, besides in a field on Earth. So much of his time was spent wandering that he never bothered to find out many details of his whereabouts. He cocked his head to one side, curious. So. Who are you, anyway? he asked. ((OOC: I am not sure if the Stars are located on Earth or some other fictional area/planet. If they are not on Earth, let me know, and I'll change the wording so it's more appropriate.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 10:40 am
Nikkichomp ((wasn't sure if you wanted to continue this even if it is really REALLY old. xD I have neglected a lot of things it seems. -Kes
Spreading his two sets of wings, it took a few beats to shake out the loose feathers. Large black and white tipped, primaries mostly, some smaller secondaries. His wings were a mess, but the feathers would grow back. In any case, there was still enough to lift him off the ground and out of the hole. Taking this thought to heart, Draven gave his wings another test before lifting himself from the hole and land close to the tan colored stallion.
"I was called Draven when I lived." He glanced up towards the sky, "Up there I suppose you could say. Something pulled me to this land."
Draven wasn't sure if what he said made much sense, but it was the truth after all. He was an elder, granted that meant very little down here. He was now just a fallen. He would have to find his way in this new world.
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