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Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 4, 2009 8:13:41 GMT -8
Cathubodva's silvery grey coat rolled easily over her muscled frame. She was slightly in shock at how quickly her pelt had greyed because she had often been known as being solid black with nary a glimpse that she might grey out.
She had never truly 'left' Fajer, merely just saw fit to meld into the background as she commonly did. There was nothing else in the world for her, save perhaps killing her sister, but wait...She had left the lands for a couple of weeks shortly after her filly had been born and taken care of her sister.
She couldn't let the only one that had bested her in a fight live. She staked her claim on being a Warrior Goddess, they didn't lose fights. Especially to their younger twin sisters.
She snorted gently, dropping her dial to nose at the ground slightly, banner flicked gently over her pelt.
She actually felt odd in her new coat. Almost like a thief, like she had stolen someone else's identity. She almost relished it, almost.
When she had been black one could barely see the scars criss-crossing over her entire frame. Now anyone could see plain as day how battered the mare was, and she was just truly coming into her prime. One truly made her mad now about the silver coat was that on her right side she had two extremely intricate scars on her haunch and shoulder. Only she had known they where there, now everyone could see.
She muttered something under her breath before reaching around to eye the coat, and scars. She figured she would still rather be black. A black coat for a black heart. Now she seemed to be silver, like the moon? She didn't feel like herself anymore.
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Post by Ellie on Sept 11, 2009 18:41:14 GMT -8
 Mosrael's Dear Dear Diary trotted into the land, uncertain about what would happen to her. She wasn't really worried that she would get hurt, she knew how to hold her own, but she also know how to submit when needed. Her main concern was finding out what had happened to her mother, and she hoped that the stallion that had claimed her would either know something, or would help her find out. She looked around and saw no other equines other than herself. So, she raised her maw and called out for any and all that still remained here. |
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Post by Fajer on Sept 12, 2009 8:38:54 GMT -8
It seems that I'm in my home,
no more than my mares...
Filusrian was a land where no one truly lived. More like they stayed for sometimes semi-extended periods and then took an even longer vacation. But, of course, they always came back, his mares. And he as well. And, at the moment, three creatures were in Filusrian: Cathubodva, a new mare, Mosrael's Dear Dear Diary (whew! what a mouthful) and himself. And now they were all gonna get together, apparently.
He'd heard a call, certainly his new mare as he didn't recognize it, and had begun to move in her general direction. Then he saw his now silver Cathuboda. Wow, it had been a long time. Fajer was still black as ever, though one might say his coat was not a bright and shiny as it usually was. How sad. But he was just as proud as he'd always been.
As he did not feel like finding both of them seperately, he suddenly stopped and let out a call of his own, calling them to him. He had faith they would both come. After all, certainly they were at least a little bit lonely.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Sept 14, 2009 16:38:51 GMT -8
Cath had heard two calls of the two others. One clearly a little lost mare and the other the sire of her two foals. Though one could not be considered a colt anymore, he was well-grown though she had lost contact with Arawn. No matter, he was a grown stallion, he shouldn't need his mother anymore.
The silver mare snorted loudly, slightly annoyed with the lost mare. Well, as far as she knew the mare was lost, for all she knew Fajer could have claimed the mare. The question struck her. Would he even remember her? Up close yes when he had her scent, but from the distance that could be another story.
She grumbled slightly, let things as they will.
She moved into a trot, almost a prance, but yet it still showed how powerful the mare was even for being mostly arabian, remember that she had some thoroughbred blood in her though it was only noticeable on how tall she was compared to most arabians.
She eyed the mare almost lazily as she passed her. She was looking for weaknesses as she did on all horses that could be a potential rival, not like she would lose. She snorted, coming to the conclusion that the mare would be something trivial to her.
She continued at her gait towards the black stallion, looking him over calmly. More than likely she wouldn't fight him, unless he gave her a reason to but so far she was basically allowed to do whatever she wished. Why should she dispute him then?
She came to a quick halt, dipping her chin slightly.
Would he comment on her strange new coat? More than likely, nothing else had changed about the former black mare. A stray thought entered her mind. Would he notice and comment about the multitude adorning her pelt? Noticing she didn't care about, mentioning might bother her. They where from her past. Testimony that she didn't not merely brag about being a Warrior Goddess. Proof that she fought for her self-proclaimed title.
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Post by Ellie on Sept 14, 2009 18:59:27 GMT -8
Diary's auds perked when she heard anothers call. She picked up one heavy hoof after the other, and slowly began walking towards the sound when she heard hoof beats from behind her. She paused and looked at the grey mare as she passed. I wonder if that is the lead mare around here. The thought had just entered her mind when she shrugged it away. She didn't care if she was the queen of equines. She had something more dear to her heart that trying to lead a herd. She snorted and continued on her way towards the call.
She dipped her head when she finally reached a stallion and the mare she had seen earlier. I am Mosrael's Dear Dear Diary. I am sorry that I have taken so long to reach you, but I have something that has been nagging at the back of my mind for a few years now that I would like to get resolved. She didn't know if her blatent introduction would affect how they thought of her, but she didn't really care either. She wanted to find her mother, even if that ment searching on her own, without the help of her "new herd". She had never been one to really conform to herd life, but she reasoned that was because she wished to find her mother, and that after finding her, that it would all change, and she could lead a normal life.
Diary lifted her painted head and gazed at the two equines before her, wondering what they would do about her. She hoped that they would help her, but she didn't raise her hopes.
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Post by Fajer on Oct 2, 2009 19:24:53 GMT -8
I will reply soon, I promise.
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Post by Fajer on Oct 14, 2009 18:26:22 GMT -8
Well, that certainly was a mouthful,
from at least one of you.
Fajer smiled when he saw his mares coming forward, both of them. He hardly noticed Cath's new coat. It really didn't bother him; he wasn't exactly a breeder for the color of his children's coats, now was he? Cathubodva was his most loyal mare, hardly ever did she venture off on her own and leave him, and so he had no intention of making her upset. When she approached, he allowed a smile to crease his face, and a nod of welcome he gave as well. He even threw in a few words,
Good to see you well. His deep voice still resonated quietly and authoritatively, as it always had, with a warmth reserved for a darks favorites.
As the new long-named creature came nearer, Fajer nodded at her too. No need to be impolite just because she was new. Of course, she sure could talk a lot. Before he'd even gotten a sentence of welcome out, she was off on some spiel. He listened but, when she didn't finish, he cocked his head to the side a little bit, waiting for the rest.
Well?
Go on.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Oct 15, 2009 12:17:22 GMT -8
The silver mare stood calmly, watching her king. Yes, she could allow Fajer that honor. She'd been with him long enough, bore a colt and filly to him. She'd been loyal, never even really fought him. Go figure. The warrior goddess not fighting someone. Guess he just never gave her anything that she wanted to fight against.
She was mildly surprised that he had spoken, but then again how long had it been since they had seen each other? Quite some time if her memory served her right.
The other mare made herself known and talked quite a bit. A bit too much for the ashen arabian. Her orbs rolled, the only thing that even showed her displeasure at the length of the mare's speech, which it seemed more than half seemed to be telling her name. Her own name was long, but it was one word with meaning, not four with no meaning.
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Post by Ellie on Oct 16, 2009 14:41:09 GMT -8
Diary nodded her respect to the others, then looked behind her, then back at the stallion. She hoped that he would catch her meaning, and let her go off on her own. Oh, she wasn't going to leave the land unless she had strict permission from the king of the lands. She wasn't stupid enough to do such a thing that would surely cause him to turn against her.
She had the feeling that neither of them had really liked the fact that she had spoken so long, and that was causing her to be uncomfortable. She didn't like to make her superiors dislike her, it always ended badly in the end. Her auds swiviled in their soccets as she watched the other two equines with quiet respect.She had a feeling that the other mare was undoubtedly the lead mare of this small herd...at least...she thought it was small.
Mosrael's Dear Dear Diary had no intrest in being the lead mare, too much stuff to do, and that stuff would get in the way of her finding her mother. She wanted nothing more than to continue searching for her mother, but now that she belonged to a herd she had an obligation to stay in the land of the stallion that had claimed her, and not go wondering off without either his or his lead mare's explicit permission. |
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