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Post by VALYNTINE on Jan 27, 2011 8:22:46 GMT -5
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valyntine walked slowly through the forest, her dished arabian skull held high. her harks were perked, listening for any sounds that may happen around her and that were close enough to be caught within the dome of her ears. it was dawn, the sun just beginning to rise over the island. even in the winter time, it was comfortable. it was easy for her to live here because part of her was created to withstand blood-boiling heats and be able to run within them for hours. the egyptian arabian. what her mother was. her father had been a massive, seventeen two hand thoroughbred that was black as night. valyntine only saw him once, but knew whom she took after. her mother had been too sweet. too kind. my father, rough around the edges, keeping what lay within him protected from the world. except from her mother of course.
valyntine broke into a leggy trot as she curved around a rather sharp turn. the equine gazed at the ground and saw various animal prints decorating the forest floor. dog, cat, deer, bear, wolf. there were a mixture of them and it made the femora curious. why had all these creatures been thrown on this island? valyntine wasn't even sure as to why she had been put here, but knew that it saved her life. she'd rather be here than dead. actually, she was glad to be here. she was free. completely. yeah she could smell humans around here, but they had no tools to catch her and like she would obey them anyways. no one else had been able to break her temper, what would change that fact here? nothing. nothing at all.
her life within human hands had been a rough one. she was shipped from stable to stable, and no one could handle her and when they couldn't, put her in the hands of some rough-handed hot shot that beat the living daylights out of her, and still, couldn't handle her. everytime she was put in the hands of another trainer, her temper progressed until everytime someone reached for her, she'd sink her teeth in their hand and no let go. after a while, valyntine was just completely fed up with what was happening to her and wouldn't take it anymore. so, they shipped her to and auction and well, after that found herself being dropped of here. the mare jumped into a lope, her alabaster frame rippeling with the lean muscle that rested beneath her skin. her tresses danced at her neck, flowing with the rhythm of her stride.
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WORDS 431
TAGGED open.
MUSIC none.
NOTES meh. its crappy.
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Post by Cherished on Jan 28, 2011 22:03:34 GMT -5
The forest stretched for as far as the stallion could see. Aden stood on a slight rise in the land, his eyes scanning his surroundings. The sun is now in the middle of a blue sky, which is speckled in puffs of white vapors clouds. Aden's piebald pelt is warmed by the long fingers of the sun. Long, slow breaths take in the fresh air of the forest. The scent of pine reaches his nostrils before the scent of other animals. Eyes of blue and amber look around him, seeing no others but himself.
His story was somewhat complicated, though he had thought about it so often now that it seemed simple to him. While alone, Aden's mind travels to his past, his brain bringing pictures up of his family, or what used to be his family. A slight grin pasted across his facade as he pictured his brother, sister, and him frolicking in a field. That was a time where his mother still liked him, before his step-father turned her against Aden. Aden sighed, the picture fading away just as his harks pricked, catching the sounds of hoof beats. Optics searched for the producer of the sound, finally laying upon a beautiful fae. Aden did not react right away, he knew his muscular build did not have the speed to easily catch up to the lady, though he would not mind meeting her. Ever since he arrived to the island he had not laid eyes upon anyone else. His brain reacted before he had really come to a conclusion as of what to do. Daggers began to strike the earth, feathers dancing around his hooves with each stride. His stride lengthened, becoming a lope. Aden's muscular body rolled with his movement, muscles rippling under ash and pearl markings. Tassels of similar colors danced around him. His only hope was for the fae to hear his heavy strides and stop to meet him.
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Words: 323
Notes: Not the greatest, just getting back into rping.
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