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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 13, 2006 12:56:19 GMT -5
Blackhoof glanced over her damp, wind-struck withers every now and then to assure herself that her unexpected guest was still following her rump. "Well, here we are and have been for a time; the meadow. There is, however, a sheltered rocky outcrop where we retire for night's rest up ahead." Angry wind picked up the drizzling raindrops and tossed them into Blackhoof's watering eyes like shards of glass. The foot of the mountain reared its almighty head above them in warning of the toothed creatures that inhabited its lengths. Before long, the black shadow of shelter ushered them in wards, and most of the hungry rain was left out. Blackhoof shook her mane and flicked her tail, sending the spray flying as she sighed with fatigue. Horses clustered quietly round the cove-like domain, some grooming one another, others whispering the day's gossip, and more still snoozing. Blackhoof smiled. At least there was this. She turned back to Chardonnay "This is what we have to offer. I hope you will find all you need here."
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Post by chardonnay on Jul 13, 2006 15:03:00 GMT -5
She struggled to keep up, but a sigh of relief came over her when they reached the meadow. Before making her way into the rocky shelter, she stopped to take a long drink from a small running creek. She entered the cave with caution, but was reassured with the tranquility of the others. Standing in an empty corner, she elevated her wounded leg, rested her crest, and let her eyes drift off. She was home.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 13, 2006 15:49:57 GMT -5
Blackhoof felt her heart purr with pleasure as Chardonnay easily settled in. "I ought to clean that wound..." But the black mare couldn't bear to wake the rattled creature that slept so easily before her. "In the morning." She muttered to herself. A young stallion trotted up to her and engaged in a hushed conversation about the Gangs. "Something must be done, Blackhoof. Surely you have some idea?" Blackhoof shook her head. "I know, and no, I have none." Soon she was alone with her own hyper active thoughts as the sunset was canceled by the storm.
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Post by chardonnay on Jul 14, 2006 12:15:35 GMT -5
As the night was coming to an end, the storm still growled. Chardonnay had not noticed the severe pain running through her leg until she awoke. Swelling was profound and her leg felt as if it were afire. She twitched her legs a few times, trying to shake of the pain, but to no avail. A feeling of weakness came over her as beads of sweat began to form and trickle down her muddy coat. She called out to Blackhoof, but all the came from her maw was a hushed nicker. Beginning to feel dizzy, she bent over and laid herself down. Without trying she fell back into a deep sleep.
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Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Jul 16, 2006 4:05:43 GMT -5
Dark magestic stallion slowly made 'is way into camp. Coming across the mare 'pon the earth. 'e flickered 'is hues to her wound. He saw the sweat and he knwe it wasinmfected he brayed loudly for Black hoof and stood o'er the femme.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 16, 2006 11:04:29 GMT -5
Blackhoof heard a commotion stirring and raised her head. She had been swimming in thoughts, unable to sleep, but quite oblivious to her surroundings. Pricking her black ears forward, she strode across the craggy shelter and craned her neck to peer at the wound inhabiting Chardonnay's leg. "We need to rinse it." She lapped her eyes suspiciously on the stag she had interacted with earlier. To trust, or not to trust? "You could go retrieve some water if you would like to be helpful." Blackhoof pricked the stallion with her eyes before returning her attention to Chardonnay. "In the meantime, you need to get up on those legs of yours and stretch out. Otherwise, you'll be stiff for quite a while." She was gentle but firm as the rain leaped from the sky. Their voices echoed in the storm-sealed enclosure.
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Post by chardonnay on Jul 16, 2006 14:54:43 GMT -5
The whites of her orbs shone brightly when she saw the stag standing before her who stood twice her size. Scrambling to stand, she limped her way over to Blackhoof, she was all the protection she knew.
Who is that?
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 17, 2006 17:58:11 GMT -5
Blackhoof gave the looming stallion a stare before replying, "El Diablo. I believe he will be joining our ranks." Her voice was even as as strode over to peer at Chardonnay's gash. It was puffy and swollen and angry, and wanted to be left alone but Blackhoof knew that Chardonnay must walk a couple times the length of the shelter in order to ease the crippling stiffness out of her leg. Flicking her damp tail, she indicated that Chardonnay should walk with her around the dark puddles that speckled the ground. To take Chardonnay's mind off the pain, Blackhoof picked on small talk, "So tell me about yourself, Chardonnay." Plus, she was genuinely interested.
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Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Jul 18, 2006 5:35:52 GMT -5
The stag threw up 'is maw and trotted away with a old plastic bucket mostly destroyed but no holes it would do.
Wihin a few mintutes the stagw as back, 'e placed the bucket near blackhoof. Standing aside th mare 'e let 'er lean against 'ima s she walked slowly. 'e 'eld 'er upright.
Wishing 'e could just sleep right now.
'e 'elped anyway.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 18, 2006 10:44:18 GMT -5
Blackhoof noted the feat of the stallion's return with a glimmer of surprise in her muddy orbs. In truth, she had not expected him to return, but he had, and with a... container of water. Blackhoof scanned the strange water-holder and deduced it must have been brought from the rubbish pile. That was destroyer loot, that was. But what did it matter? It held more water than any horse could transport in his or her mouth. Blackhoof graced the stallion with a grateful nod and supported Chardonnay on the opposite side.
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Post by chardonnay on Jul 19, 2006 2:39:30 GMT -5
She nodded her poll and spoke a soft thank you She struggled, but managed to stand and walk securely with the aid of the kind mare and stag.
So what is it that you'd like to know? I don't remember anything of these times, but I remember my past as if I could taste it...
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 19, 2006 16:40:40 GMT -5
"Well then I would like a taste of it." Blackhoof smiled gently. Her eyes radiated lingering youth like ewers filled to the brim with moon light. In this hour of twilight where the rain clattered outside and blocked the sky and the soft, muffled neighs of horses billowed through the shelter, Blackhoof felt content, and safe. She knew in her heart of hearts this drug-like feeling would not last the night, but at least it visited her now, to weak to fight oncoming animadversions. The charcoal mare was quite keen to learn of the mysterious Chardonnay's past. She had obviously shared living space with the Destroyers, and this excited Blackhoof's faculties like nothing else.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 16:30:53 GMT -5
A small pony called Misty Mountain, who had just come from Sun Slopes. Galloped looking for Blackhoof a horse a wolf had told her about. NOTE FROM ADMIN: This post is bellow the 5 line minimum. Please lengthen them in the future. -BuckskinSoulSOOOOOO SORRY I WAS GONNA WRITE MORE BUT MY DAD KICKED MY OFF BEFORE I COULD FINISH!!AND THEN HE FREAKIN' POSTED IT!!!!
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Jul 24, 2006 21:17:54 GMT -5
A pale, ghostly figure hid within the storm's treacherous liquid that fell from the sky in fat droplets that blurred the vision and ensnared the body with fits of coldness. Though none of this seemed to affect the weather worn vixen who now secretly followed the trio diligently through the thundering storm. Her pillars took her with audible distance of the reminiscing maiden, daggers becoming caked with mud with every slippery step taken. Eclipse's keen pools watched the three's movements unable to tare them away while the rain muffled her movements and camouflaging her faded and bony form. She had been awaiting for one as this to come along and to be still her wondering mind. Her curiosity for the past and why had the Destroyers been...destroyed.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 25, 2006 10:26:15 GMT -5
Blackhoof craned her neck but did not move from her supportive position by Chardonnay's side. "Hello there." She called to the pony freshly entered from the spray of the storm. It seemed the horses wishing to join The Camp just kept coming. Blackhoof wasn't quite sure how the word had spread so effectively and so quickly, but she was glad for it. Glad that they were here to help their cause, and also glad that they were willing. Blackhoof blinked. She thought through the misty curtain she could trace a hazy horse-like silhouette. The charcoal mare snorted, a curious question that penetrated the watery air outside.
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