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Dec 31, 2005 12:05:53 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Dec 31, 2005 12:05:53 GMT -5
Rocks crumbled under his ebon hooves as he four beated around his new terra. This would be a good place for his future harem of Darks. Excited the young stag took off even faster, breezing past the scarce trees and numerous rocks.
He loved to run. His Arabian hertigage shone through his obsidian coat as he did. So many years it had taken that sheik to breed for this speed. But he had outsmarted him. And now he was free like his ancestors. He smirked and shook his archednape sending his tresses afly.
Free. Free to live and do as he wanted. Free to go wherever as he wished. Life was good.
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Jan 1, 2006 20:55:53 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Jan 1, 2006 20:55:53 GMT -5
An ivory mare galloped across unknown territory for her. Her long legs raced across the sand, letting it spray up and tickle her underbelly. Her silken mane streaked back and so did her tail. She was like a ghost, appearing and reapearing. Her name wasn't well known and her orgins were almost abstract to others. She was a dove in a flock of crows from were she was from.
She was born on sandy shores far away. She had been wilder than any other there. Yearlings like she had been were broken and trained but she fought them, she was a fighter. No matter how many silver scars she got from whips she refused to be broken. Finally she escaped into the desert. She ran far, farther than she had ever attempted and ended up a wanderer, in the land of wild ones like herself.
The mare let out a shriek. Her cry sailed up to the stars and amplified her lonliness. She stared up at the sun, unmoving.
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Jan 2, 2006 21:57:21 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Jan 2, 2006 21:57:21 GMT -5
He became angered as he heard a call sound through his territory. A fore dagger pierced the defensless terra. Barely a day and already he was being tormented by others. His cold voids darted about searching for the unwanted equiss.
Unable to view her he two beated to the top of a nearby overhang. There. A ghostly femme was the stranger. his shrill scream echoed within the canyon were she stood.
Why do you tresspass on my land wench?
He called harshly down to her. Dark voids never left the unwanted being. His harks melted into his skull, although were awaiting her reply.
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Jan 5, 2006 14:24:25 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Jan 5, 2006 14:24:25 GMT -5
She wheeled around to stare at her insulter. Her ears were flat to her head but she called up calmly, "I didn't know I was tresspasing on your land, sire. I am a wanderer, I go were I please." Her eyes turned cold. She wasn't one to push around. If she must, she would fight. She hissed at him, "No-one owns me. Words are nothing but names given to me. If you call me wench. Than that is my name to you." She reared and shrieked again. When she came back to her four snowy legs she said calmly, "Do you wish me to leave?" She didn't care what his answer was. It didn't mean anything to her. If he said yes. Then she would simply leave if he said no, that she would do as she pleased. She was strong and idipendent that was all that mattered to her.
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Jan 5, 2006 17:42:42 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Jan 5, 2006 17:42:42 GMT -5
Calm Wench. I just wish to know the happenings and passers of my land.
His words were slightly softer. He had not expected a reaction such as this from her. He still remained cold, it was his way.
And do you know wish to explain to me your purpose?
He hissed, his vocals emitting their coldness. He quickly looked about his newly aquired land. He felt so far from everywhere. It was good. He walked a little ways down the cliff on a slight overhang. His harks although melted into his skull waited for her reply.
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Jan 5, 2006 21:23:12 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Jan 5, 2006 21:23:12 GMT -5
She feared him. But she was strong. She hissed back up at him, "I am called Anka R'em, if you must know. I am looking for a home. But I am one most don't want around." She winced at her own words. She knew they were true but she still felt hurt because of them. She shook her own pain off. She didn't need a home. She was strong. She could live in pain in ridicule all her life......
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Jan 5, 2006 22:34:10 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Jan 5, 2006 22:34:10 GMT -5
At this point i will not run you from my land.
He smirked at his remark. He knew she feared him, but he remained strong.
Femme have you been dubbed?
He politely requested her name. Pistons carried him down a few more steps. The small rocks continuously fell as they were crushed from beneath his ebon daggers. He stopped still six feet above her. He needed to be higher then her despite his height.
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Jan 9, 2006 15:12:35 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Jan 9, 2006 15:12:35 GMT -5
She stood firm. Her eyes didn't betray her fear and niether did her body. She sweetened her voice as much as possible and said, "I am cursed Anka Re'em. But Anka is what most call me." She paced back and forth. She wanted to show somehow that she wasn't a damsel in distress and if it came upon her she would fight. She didn't know how to show that so she kept pacing, he long ghostly pillars moving gracfully under her snowy bodice. She called up to him, "Stag, what is thee called?"
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Jan 22, 2006 10:23:48 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Jan 22, 2006 10:23:48 GMT -5
Anka...
He thoughfully repeated her name out loud. It was a nice name no doubt. Sounded Arabic, perhaps? He smirked as she asked for his name. He told her the same thing he told the other ess.
My name is not something I just throw out into the open air. It is a thing of secrecy. None know it but me. Not even my own blood family know it.
He enjoyed having his name a secret. Sure he would tell them all eventually. He would not tell them who he really was though. That, hopefully, would remain a secret buried deep inside of him unable to reach. If he told them who he really was wouldnt they hate him? Wouldnt they be angry? No perhaps they had never heard of him before. Perhaps he was only known in his previous land.
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Jan 26, 2006 20:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Jan 26, 2006 20:09:32 GMT -5
Anka watched the midnight stallion with great intrige. She studdied him still. He was a dark, no doubt. She thingyed her head slightly to the side, as if listening for something. Her black eyes were burning into his, like hot embers. She didn't blink once. She dipped her head again and said,
[glow=red,2,300] If thee wishes not to give thees true alias then I will not call you anything.[/glow]
She was curious. SHe wanted to pry deeper and deeper. No. She wouldn't start up agian. She couldn't. She was angry with herself now. She was completely irritated. She stomped a foreleg and strutted around. She sighed. Maybe she souldn't be here......
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Feb 11, 2006 11:33:01 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Feb 11, 2006 11:33:01 GMT -5
his nape arched more as he felt her orbs upon him. He ahd always loved attention. Being the main focus of other equids was one of his favorite things. As a young colt he had always been a show off just to get the others t watch him. Many time he had nearly broken a dainty leg with his stunts. Many scolding did he receive for his foolish actions. But he never did stop. On and on through the years he continued to show off and act foolishly just for attention. Sure he got it, but never was it satisfactory. He wanted them all to either love him or hate him.
Perhaps you could call me Aman.
Aman. That was an interesting name. He had thought of it spur of the moment. Perhaps he would adopt this name as his real one. For his real name was hated and scorned upon by all. He wished to at least be loved by one. One femmora was all he asked for. One ess to love him despite his downfalls and horrors. Ah, but that would never happen. Not for Marlenasu. He was to evil and hated. Maybe sometime when he was old and all had forgotten about him, he could be loved then.
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Feb 13, 2006 9:20:20 GMT -5
Post by Anka Re'em on Feb 13, 2006 9:20:20 GMT -5
"Aman....." The name rolled off her tounge. She didn't know what it meant but it didn't matter. The snowy white faen stared up at the black stag. She was still curious.....she wanted to know more. She knew that this may anger him, but her curiousity always got the better of her...... "Tell me, why does thee live alone? With no mares or prosterity?" Her words didn't mean any harm. But did he know that? She couldn't tell. She lowered her head from his stare and awaited his answer.....
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Feb 23, 2006 18:42:34 GMT -5
Post by marlenasu on Feb 23, 2006 18:42:34 GMT -5
None have been lucky enough to befriend me or win my love.
None yet...he thought. He had never been lucky enough to find love. Perhaps sometime he would find mares. Perhaps not even many just one would do in his eyes. One that would remain true to him...no. He needed to stop thinking like this. But what stag didnt think of his one true love, a beautiful mare. He sighed inaudibly thinking of it.
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