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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 4, 2006 18:54:11 GMT -5
Elcipse squinted her eye together in a last futile attempt in destroying the brute with one last glance before averting and annoyed mind over to the 'leader' of the horses. Her mud stain pillars lifted themselves from the gorund as she moved towards Blackhoof, casting an occasional glance toward the one known a Tynan. Grey pools studied the two equines, mind processing information that may be useful to her search, [glow=skyblue,2,300]"As I have said I am Eclipse and I wander to make my living."[/glow] Her auds pinned slightly and she kept eye contact with Blackhoof, never blinking in case of an attack.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 4, 2006 19:01:34 GMT -5
"And what does said living entail, exactly?" A curious cloud passed over Blackhoof's face as she observed Eclipse. So she was a wanderer. Did that mean she wouldn't be here long? Blackhoof needed all the troops she could get, but she certainly didn't need any conniving, calculating wanderers, easily influenced into becoming a spy. Then it struck her. "What are your plans for the future, Eclipse?" Her eyes narrowed with new-found interest.
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 4, 2006 19:11:07 GMT -5
Eclipse did not take her pools from Blackhoof. She knew something was about to happen but not quite sure what, [glow=red,2,300]"I plan to find out about the past, and as for the future that also has to do with events long gone."[/glow] She could not help but feel like she was being supected of something. Though she knew the feeling well for it had not been the first time she had been questioned about her 'adventures' as a loner. A chocolate covered dagger pawed easily at the ground.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 4, 2006 19:26:04 GMT -5
Blackhoof observed her uneasiness with some approval. This was good. This meant that Eclipse cared enough about her reputation with these horses to speak with caution. Blackhoof continued. "The past? You mean you desire knowledge? I can give that to you... in exchange" Blackhoof watched Eclipse carefully as she spoke. "In exchange for your services. Such an arrangement would be highly advantageous to a homeless wanderer like yourself." Blackhoof held her tongue, wanting to ease Eclipse into the idea. It was now quite dark under the overhang; night had officially fallen. Blackhoof had to squint harshly to make out the figures of the other through the mist of night. If only horses had cats' eyes.
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 4, 2006 19:56:46 GMT -5
Eclipse's crania pivited as she considered the propsition. Her mind churning as the voice in the back of her head roared out no after no after no, [glow=skyblue,2,300]"And what would you have to ofer one who has come to enjoy wandering, and has come to figure that not one equine could possibly give her all of the answers she seeks?"[/glow] Her pools had by this time grown accostomed to the dark, making out each figure in the cave, [glow=skyblue,2,300]"If you would like a fire could be made to warm those who are cold and lighten the cave so it is easier to see."[/glow] This was how she would come to find her knowledge. If this Blackhoof accepted the fire then perhaps she enbraced the old ways and would know more in depth the extent of the past. Though if she did not then the arrangment would perhaps have to be thrown out.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 5, 2006 17:43:15 GMT -5
Blackhoof narrowed her eyes and watched Eclipse. Fire-making was an ancient act, know by few and far between. Blackhoof herself did not posses the skill; where had this stranger picked up the practice? But then, Blackhoof reminded herself, Eclipse was a wanderer. And one could wander into quite a windfall of information. "You can craft fire? Show us then. I'm sure there will be many a horse here interested in witnessing such a spectacle. But we can't discuss your future situation here. Why don't you stay the night. Things are always clearer in the morning." Blackhoof was barely a shadow in the pitch of night. The dotty glimmer of the stars kept outdoors, and the overhand shelter was bathed in darkness.
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 6, 2006 16:23:23 GMT -5
This threw the banshee off for, to her, the answer she had recieved was neither straight forward nor fearful. Eclipse's auds pinned and a line appeared in the dust from where she'd drawn her dagger upon the ground. [glow=skyblue,2,300]"A night out of the elements may be a nice change. I thank you for you hospitality."[/glow] Her muzzle nodded, whether the others had seen her nod she did not know. Her form glided around the cave finding dried grasses, dead leaves, and other forms of tender. Several loud cracking noises sounded as her flints repeatedly kicked upon the rock wall until pieces of rock had finally fallen from it. She then proceded to find the sharpest out of the shards and moved over to where she had stationed the brush. Rock met rock as the banging sounded once more though the cave sending a show of sparks upon the tinder. Flame soon breathed life within the wood and leaves, light slowly creeping aorund the cave and illuminating the faces around her. Eclipse smirked slightly as she looked back to Blackhoof, [glow=skyblue,2,300]"I picked it up off of a retired circus horse."[/glow] The mare's auds perked as she once more tried to read the leader's response.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 6, 2006 21:22:18 GMT -5
Blackhoof flicked her feathery tail, both pleased and surprised at Eclipse's solitary string of grateful words. So Blackhoof was right. This was no impenetrable wall fresh from the bowels of wolf territory. This was a wandering horse; this was another step for Blackhoof. The cracks and snaps resounding throughout the hollow dragged Blackhoof out of her reverie. She watches, pupils extended to their greatest width, straining to catch every motion, every twig and bramble, exhausted by Eclipse. Blackhoof's face remained expressionless, but her eyes betrayed her keen interest as various horse began to cluster. "She's a fire maker!" A young stallion exclaimed to his buddy. He spoke with a child's interest; the sort of interest that draws on one's senses, but does not linger, for the entertainer will never be a part of the one interested. A stranger series of jabs and thrashes from Eclipse's hooves brought upon the craning of Blackhoof's satin neck. She observed the actions unfolding with a trained eye. Suddenly, the black mare drew back her ears and flared her nostrils. A great light had leaped into existence. Gleaming and dancing in celebration of its newfound entity. Lapping at the empty air with admirable hunger it grew and stretched like an awkward foal. The dazzling light reflected in Blackhoof's eyes like the birth of a star. Her heart skipped a beat. This was magnificent. Like a tamed galaxy they could prod and command at will. Blackhoof began to circle round, eyes trained on the fire. She had only seen fire once or twice before. Hot, blistering fires that stole from the glare of daylight. Nothing like this glimmering beacon in the night. "Intriguing." Blackhoof offered as her rejoinder. She kept her eyes of the spit fire. "Please heal my ignorance; what is this "circus horse" you speak of?" Blackhoof's knowledge was limited to her own life experiences, her own recollections of stories, and her own cunning. This was one story she could have right here. The fire's feather licked at Blackhoof's bloated belly, and the audience muttered and murmured in awe. "So fire can be tamed by our likes. We truly are entering a new era" Blackhoof spoke more to herself than anyone else. She was barely audible.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 6, 2006 21:46:27 GMT -5
Tynan bowed his head once more and inching closer to the wall of warmth that the horses had provided among themselves. And still, some looked cold. His gaze sweeped over the horses, a perked ear listening to Blackhoof's few words. He stood about two paces from her, his eyes on the puddles forming outside the boundaries of the protective ceiling. He glanced over to the other horse she was speaking to, a moon-like coat spread over her elegant frame and eyes filled to the brim of rather angry emotions. Tynan's dark gaze shifted away quickly, back on the forming water. His slightly pinned back ears heard the shuffling of the horse he was just recently looking over, not seeing the stares of dominence she displayed and only heard the short and curt explanation of what she had done throughout her life. Wandering. It made sense.
He could almost feel suspicion coming in waves from the leader, waiting paitently for this little ordeal to be over. He was actually quite happy standing here, without a care in the world. His small and depressing little smile still showed on his lips, eyes reflecting the water droplets that dripped from his forelock. The conversation truthfully just went in one ear, and out the other. But the mention of fire and the sudden, echoing sounds of hoof against rock made the stallion lift his head suddenly in alarm. Lashes veiled his dark eyes, but he watched the mare slowly work on creating this fire, Blackhoof's muddy brown eyes watching in curiousity rather than badly hidden fear like Tynan's. The stallions large hooves clicked against the ground, eyes fixed on the now crackling flame. His body was soon pressed against a wall, no where to go but straight and into the air.
He swore that would only happen when it became too large, but their was many things he promised himself and broke.
With a frightened fascination, he watched the fire growing in height and fiecioty, red rimmed nostrils drinking in the smell of the fire and memories adding many other scents that did not mix well with flame.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 7, 2006 8:19:29 GMT -5
Blackhoof observed a figure slinking about through the corners of her eye throughout the whole ordeal. Her body was now warm and content in the fire's gaze. Her brain was still buzzing over the wonderment of this light, this source of heat and salvation, when she slipped over to near Tynan. She saw just as much shock rounded out in his optics as in hers. She also noted a bit of uneasy fear poised in his tense muscles. "Tynan. My apologies for you having been neglected already. Horses' Camp has never seen fire like this. I'm afraid it's bringing out the child in us all." She smiled warmly, her thoughts ablaze in their confinement. A sudden diapason drew Blackhoof's slender ears backward, but as she craned her neck to see, she realized it was only a branch, snapping in two, succumbing to the angry flames. "Is there anything you need?" Blackhoof turned her attention back to the young stallion called Tynan, and tried to picture his figure streaking into battle, blood in his eyes. The thought gnawed at her heart in the illuminated shelter. He was just beginning life; was it to be cut away in war?
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Post by Azalea on Aug 7, 2006 16:34:16 GMT -5
Tynan watched Blackhoof near him, trying unsuccessfully to hide the fear from his eyes. He felt the warmth radiating from her body, thanks to the new found flame. But he had little hope in heat anymore. His gaze snaked over her shoulder as the crack of a branch as it was grasped i the fire's wrath. A slightly shuddering sigh escaped him, and his dark eyes returned to Blackhoof's thoughtful face. The smell of smoke was coming on strong now, mind burning almost as hot as the flames. He tried a reassuring smile, but like every other attempt at looking happy, his face looked grim, like a soilder looking death in the eye, and able to do nothing but grin at it. "There is nothing I need, M'lady, but I think I wish for a little stroll outside. The rain as let up," he stated softly, looking towards the dark sky that was releasing no more lakes from it's depths. How he lied though, he indeed needed something. He needed desperately to escape from these reminders of his past life and fears, to adapt to this hard way of living and constant curiousity that all other horses had. Except him, and his lonely little herd.
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Post by /:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\ on Aug 8, 2006 11:07:32 GMT -5
Eclipse's silver talons back slightly away from the flames as others drew near it. She shook her head slightly then looked at Blackhoof and Tynan. Her mind began to churn, attempting peice him together as friend, foe, or other. [glow=blue,2,300]He doesn't seem to be very open or sure footed. Though it seems he is looking for something as I am, or peraps hiding something.[/glow] Her mind closed upon these thought knowing that unless words were passed betwen them then she would never reach a conclusion. She walked over to where the pair stood after ensureing none would get to close and the fire's exit was blacked by rocks. Her vocals said nothing, though her pools seemed to dance wildly like the flames. Not from anger but curiosity.
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Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Aug 21, 2006 10:08:58 GMT -5
The stallion awoke from his boredom, the old gaze flamed out into a cinder. 'e spun around looking to the other 'orses. The knew stallion did not seem as strong as 'imself. The Mustang was the strongest breed of horse, especially as he was not pure he the height of 17hh, and was pure black and very intimidating, the other stag had no chance. A quater horse. Probably owned before........
'e gave the stallion a disaprooving look before tossing up his head and glancing at the femmora dubbed Eclipse. She was obviously thinkiong the same thing. Sly and unwanted. He even takes orders from a mare! The stupid femme does not know how to care for a herd.
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Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Sept 13, 2006 15:47:18 GMT -5
Grieving tones looked on as the colt looked to the mare for guidance. His sharp and angered tongue was soont o be unleashed unwillingly. The cold droplets of liquid fell on his dep ebony pelt. Glittering like the stars on his black coat. His deep eyes also like the stars that watched over them. His allies had obviosuly returned from deer camp by now. Hopefully causing trouble, he had done a good job of distracting Blackhoof whilst they did so. Cooly stepoping forth as the other stallion awaited orders, he fumed over. Why Shalt thou take orders from such feminine stupidty!? He barked his comment menacingly, the strong and large black stallion was more than ready to be angry now.
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Post by Azalea on Sept 14, 2006 15:10:27 GMT -5
|| To make this clear, I do believe a six year old horse is not named a colt, young horse and so on. Lanky and thin doesn't always equal young. ||
Startled by the sudden outburst of the black stallion, his long muzzle directed towards him. Dark eyes looked to the horse out side the shelter, the little light that fell to the ground shimmering on his soaked pelt. Independence, loner syndrome was easy ways to describe what rules this stallion followed, but Tynan's wisened mind was only able to this as blind ignorance to anything other than war. He blinked a few times, staring the horse directly in the eye for a few moments before shifting it behind his shoulders, at the lightening grey clouds which grasped at the darker ones. He felt similar to those hopeless clouds, knowing that it took a higher power like the sun to control the darkness. A sigh escaped the horse, a woeful smile settling on his mouth but no threatening movements. Tynan knew too well that this horse would be able to overtake him in both the strageties of war and brute strength, and a single action of challenging to spark him into a higher rage. Taking on a calming voice, or actually a depressing monotone, the blue roan replied, his gaze back on the stallion's face, "I took no orders, my good man. I heard nothing like an order in the dear lady's voice. Rather, her and I repeated a world old trait called polite mannerism used, most likely in your eyes, by the weak, but in my eyes, the respective."
He mulled over his words in his mind, seeing he remembered to include the opposing horse's ideas and thoughts so this stallion did not think him ignorant, also answered and explained himself rather well.
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