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Post by Moon on May 5, 2008 16:23:39 GMT -5
The air was humid and the sky seemed nothing but a dark cloud that blocked the sun. Many horses ran freely here but today most were in their own secret homes, scared of the howls of nearby wolves. One of the few horses daring to defy odds of life or death was a white colored mare, with partially gray legs. Some spots darker than others. This horse's name was Moon.
No, this was not her Maiden name this was actually a name she made herself due to the fact her parents died of wolves on the night of a full moon. They had not been part of a herd, and she always caught them muttering about how pointless the herd horses were. So naturally all her life she had remained a safe distance from the herds.
Unlike most individuals she was not afraid of wolves at all. Which was especially surprising because she watched those horrid creatures rip her parents to shreads. Her personality had changed from shy to un-needed boldliness that got her into trouble with other horses out where she lived. So she was pretty experienced in the whole fighting drill.
Her hooves were sharp and ready to cut, and her eyes didn't have any hint of mercy or hesitation to kill if needed. She was a rutheless killing machine. Her eyes were a rare blue-ish color that wasn't piercing nor dark. It was more like a suddel gray-ish ocean blue.
She was as free as could be, and she suspected to stay that way for ages. Her flight was totally free, with no herd restrictions and no one to protect or put keep on a leash. It was a free flight, day and night, away or at home. [/size] |
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Post by Raven on May 9, 2008 21:43:21 GMT -5
A tallish dapple gray stallion stood in the shade of a gnarled, old tree, its limbs twisted and contorted as it struggled to reach the sun through the clouds of mist that so often clung to it. Swish lowered his head to blow, shaking his neck and mane as he did so. Looking around, he cocked a leg and stood there. Not much bothered him there usually. There were wolves, obviously, but he could most often hear them coming. Humans were on the other side of the forest, but few ventured in when the mist laid thick like that day. The ones that did got lost, having to wait as little as an hour or as long as a week for the mist to clear. The ones that had to wait a week usually got help some way or another. They used cell phones, though Swish thought that they were rocks that they talked to in their insanity at waiting so long to find their way out. Rarely did he see them, though, because he avoided them like he avoided everything else.
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Post by Moon on May 9, 2008 21:55:07 GMT -5
Moon's eyes widened as she could sense the presence of another horse nearby. Possibly looking for trouble, possibly not. She couldn't take the chances. Without hesitating any more she trotted in the direction in which she assumed the horse was. Not that she was sure. She merely always guessed. Though, she was always wrong. By now you would think she would figure NOT to follow her instincts, but it seems that she just keeps hoping that someday, she will get it right.
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Post by Raven on May 9, 2008 23:55:45 GMT -5
Swish's ears swiveled in Moon's direction. Snorting, he wheeled around on his heels and sped off, kicking up dark clods of dirt as he went. His nostrils strained to let in more air, his legs pumped. He leaped over a log and was gone. He had been a fool to let his guard down and relax, though he needed to sleep some time he supposed.
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Post by Moon on May 10, 2008 20:14:35 GMT -5
Moon narrowed her eyes, was the other horse beckoning her to follow? Was it a trap? Or was the scaredy horse just scared? Lifting her left front leg she let it hover in mid air trying to decide whether to follow or not. Curiosity always got the better of her, this time no exception. So she sped off in hot persuit. Her long legs carried her swiftly and almost without a sound. When she reached the log she leapt over it easily. Where had he gone?
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Post by Raven on May 10, 2008 20:40:36 GMT -5
Swish kept running, soon jumping a creek that flowed from the main river. He landed cleanly on the other side and kept running. He streatched himself out and ran harder, his breath coming in short, hot bursts. His hooves seemed to part the thick mist in little clouds wherever he stepped, like waving smoke away from a fire. Maybe it was the dew of the grass though, for mist is never easily parted. He intended to outrun this other horse like he did the others, avoiding them like the plauge.
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Post by Moon on May 10, 2008 20:58:27 GMT -5
"That horse is persistant..." Moon muttered before setting out in a quick gallop. In no time she was leaping over the creek as the other horse had done under a minute ago. She felt no unease, and she felt as if she could run like this forever. Her breathing was almost as steady as it normally was on all occasions and her legs seemed as if they still hadn't been fully stretched. She still had a lot of energy left, and she still had a lot of tricks up her hoove. But most of all, she was almost sure she was gaining on him.
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Post by Raven on May 10, 2008 22:47:40 GMT -5
Just then, Swish, determined not to be caught, rounded a corner quickly and sped off through the mossy patch of the forest where his hooves made nary a sound. The mist was so thick there that his body blended completely once the shade of the trees was taken into account. If he was caught he had already decided to fight. That wouldn't happen though. He hardly ever got caught.
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Post by Moon on May 12, 2008 17:19:20 GMT -5
Moon nearly growled like a wolf. She let out a shrill annoyed neigh, "Stop!" Then sped up easily, quickly turning then guessing which way he had gone. To her luck, she was headed in the right direction. First time ever as she would soon realize.
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Post by Raven on May 13, 2008 19:27:52 GMT -5
Swish heard her but paid no heed. He would not be caught. He refused. He held his tail high, his ears perked. Yes, he loved to run. That was very fortunate for him as he did it quite often. Just now he took a leap across a treatcherously muddy section of the creek, his hooves sinking down some before he even jumped. He managed to land cleanly on the other side, though his pasterns were now muddied.
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Post by Moon on May 14, 2008 16:33:17 GMT -5
Moon sighed. Stallions were so annoying. This was the most jitterish stallion she had ever, ever, met. Nearly glaring at the place that she thought he might be, she sped up even more. Easily jumping over the mud due to her momentum. Now she could see the hoof prints in the mud. She was headed in the right direction. Thank goodness for that.
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Post by Raven on May 14, 2008 16:54:48 GMT -5
She was no threat to him, Swish now decided. Even so, he continued to run. Nobody had ever chased him so long, and it puzzled him that this mare was chasing him. What, was she in heat or something? Mares were always so hormonal and desperate that he wouldn't be surprised at all if she was. Swish put on another burst of speed and, once he was satisfied at the distance between them, he stopped. If she caught up again he would just resume his run, or attack.
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Post by Moon on May 14, 2008 19:05:04 GMT -5
Moon didn't know why, but she veered sharply to the left, creating almost a circle as she ran past Swish at a safe distance then turned around. She had put another burst of speed, soon she was running at him from the opposite direction of what they had just come. She wondered why he was running. It wasn't as if she was really looking for a fight. And it wasn't as if he was going to make him do something he didn't want to, she just wanted to socialize. Was that such a crime?
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Post by Raven on May 14, 2008 19:11:23 GMT -5
Swish reared up, snorting loudly. The stallion landed back on the ground, prancing slightly as he stared hard at the mare. She seemed fairly harmless, only annoying perhaps. Why was she bothering? Nobody ever wanted to talk to him and frankly, he liked it that way. It saved him many awkward situations. He reared again and screamed a challenge as if he dared her to come close to him. He staid rooted to the spot, however, unwilling to move from his area.
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Post by Moon on May 14, 2008 19:28:54 GMT -5
Moon smirked. It was the same old same old. Aggressive stallion that was anti-social. Totally not her style. She blinked slightly, rearing up herself before neighing sarcastcally. "I come in peace and bring great joy." She nearly laughed, "Some one actually wants to talk to you and NOT fight." She took a step forward.
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Post by Raven on May 14, 2008 20:25:32 GMT -5
Swish only snorted, his ears laid back. His tail swished as he watched the mare, not completely sure what to think of her. He wasn't quite convinced that she could hurt him much even if she tried, but then that kind of thing had got him in trouble before. He didn't speak. The horse only stared at Moon suspiciously.
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Post by Moon on May 15, 2008 16:51:29 GMT -5
She let out a defiant snort. "Stallions! They are so boring. It's always action and no talk." She felt like ramming into Swish, but felt there was no need. Then she said slowly and happily, "Do... You... Heaaar... Meeee...?"
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Post by Raven on May 15, 2008 18:35:30 GMT -5
"I can hear you." Swish's ears pinned back farther at the remark about stallions. He hadn't talked to someone in quite some time, as few loners were tough enough to withstand the stress and danger of being without a herd. Those that could were often extremely agressive or flighty, like Swish. There was definatly nothing wrong with this stallion's hearing. If he was deaf he would be dead. A deaf horse had no life in the wild. Without being able to hear predators or other horses they were soon eaten.
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Post by Moon on May 19, 2008 7:12:45 GMT -5
"Well, if you hear me. You would do well to respond properly." Moon replied huffily. Was this horse trying to make her mad. She took a few steps forward before adding. "I'm not going to attack you, I promise. As long as you won't attack me." She shot a glance at his laid back ears. She hoped this horse wasn't the type that didn't listen...
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Post by Raven on May 20, 2008 20:01:10 GMT -5
Swish put one ear forward as he watched her. She was a bit...moody, that was certain. He still didn't understand why she wanted to talk, either. He watched her still, observing her as he tried to make out what sort of strange horse she was. Pushy, odd, sociable for sure. Moody and maybe a bit nosey. The stallion racked his brain for what the 'proper' response would even be. He hadn't talked to anyone at all in such a very long time that he wasn't sure anymore.
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