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Post by trick on Jun 6, 2014 10:43:40 GMT 10
there's a mad man looking at you and he wants to take your soul there's a mad man with a mad plan and he's dancing at your door
magdalena The sun had only just made it's way over the horizon an hour ago and the heat was rising. Magdalena had been in these lands only a few nights. She had wandered in from the north in search of something new. New life, new relationships, a new home. Just as new as this day was.
Her hooves moved a bit unsure through the dry forest. The summer was already a bit unkind and thankfully the heat of the day hadn't started to take over yet. Though the thick canopy of the pines would most likely shade her champagne bodice from it's rays. She had made her way down through some sloping hills and mountains the past few days and was quite content with reaching a less sloping landscape with a thicket of trees to shade her. Mag stopped moving through the trees, turning her head up to the sky, though it was mostly blocked by the trees. She smiled to herself. Pleased with where her hooves had taken her thus far. She had set out away from home to find her own way. And was already feeling that she was getting there.
"Now to find some others around here..." she mumbled to herself in the dry forest. Mag had planned to leave home and find other equine to acquaint herself with. She was only four and a mare on her own could be a dangerous thing indeed. Let alone a rather inexperienced mare such as Magdalena. Her life had always been spent in a close knit heard with others looking after her. Her eldest brother had taken off over the mountain to start a life of his own a year ago. And now that Mags was finally four she had also set out. To see if she could find her brother and start her own life over the mountains.
Well. Perhaps not here exactly. This area was a bit to dry for Mag's liking. She stood and watched as a squirrel scurried down the tree to try and gather some food for it's breakfast. Her amber orbs gazing at it for a moment as she spoke aloud to herself in a hushed tone. "Well. This will do fine for now. Until I figure out which way exactly I'm 'supposed' to be going." She said with sarcasm. She moved her focus front he creature and in front of her. Perhaps if she kept moving forward something would stir in her to tell her where she needed to be. Or maybe she would bump into her brother if he was still alive. Or a new equine. Or maybe a pack of ravenous wolves. Who knew! The possibilities are endless when it comes to starting a new life. And Magdalena plodded along forward through the forest, with little more than a care in the world.
i say we rob from the rich and blow down the door. on to the next to dance with the poor
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2014 3:44:07 GMT 10
S I L K Your body is a temple, not a theme park Silk moved at a steady trot over the land, hooves squishing anything that happened to be under them. She could hear the newly growing grass crunch a bit from her weight. The sun's heat indicated that today would be a scorcher. Only an hour into the day and it's threatening to over cook everyone in its' path. Awesome.
Letting out a huffing sigh, the mostly white painted girl let deep brown eyes wander. Black head moved with her trotting motion; up and down, up and down, up and down. Though in words it sounds like a lot of movement, it really wasn't. It was just that light bobbing of the head that made anything look elegant.
She saw lively animals - well, I guess she only saw rodents. Rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks; those sort of things. Horses seemed a bit scarce lately since she had yet to come into contact with any. Silk had been alone for only a short year and a half. She often came across stallions with groups of mares, but it wasn't for her. That her life would never be for the simply black and white girl.
Mares, though, were something she never came across alone. Every single mare knew, deep down, that it was extremely dangerous being without a mate. Why would you travel alone anyways if you're not a slut? It didn't make sense to her, but just as her thought was about to expand, she saw something. She spotted a champagne girl wandering alone aimlessly. Tilting her head, the doe pushed into a lope towards her.
"Hey! Who are you?" she called, her voice all but friendly. It was a defensive tone, really. words: 278 tagged: trick | Magdelena notes: Sorry, that was a horrible post.
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Post by trick on Jun 8, 2014 3:44:51 GMT 10
there's a mad man looking at you and he wants to take your soul there's a mad man with a mad plan and he's dancing at your door
magdalena Walking steadily on through the forest Mag was barely paying attention to her surroundings. Unobservant is something that can kill when you're alone. Thankfully that wasn't what happened. At least not yet.
Mag's head whipped her dome towards the sound of a rather hostile voice. "Hey! Who are you?" Her amber orbs flicked towards an almost pure white lady, save a face as black as night and another mark. A bit confused she stopped suddenly taking a moment to register what she had said. "Who...am I?" Magdalena said,a bit dazed as she tried to let her mind catch up with the situation.
"Oh! Well I'm Magdalena." She realized what was happening. Some mare had run up to her asking, well, demanding really, who she was. Perhaps this was her herd's land? Or maybe, her land and she was the leader! Magdalena didn't think she scented a herd around these parts though. Well. This is what she had wanted. To meet another equine, maybe get to know them. This lady could help her! "Mind if I ask your name? I'm actually rather new to the area." Her orbs were bright and she tried to keep a friendly face. A new friend was just what she needed. The trees leaves moved slightly as a warm gust pushed the hot morning air past the two mares where they stood. It carried the smells of summer, but nobody else lurking about.
She kept her eyes on the mare, unassuming of anything foul as she planned to delve into the snowy mare's life. Figuring out about her time here and learn her secrets to help her out if she could. Or at least apologize for overstepping her bounds on the mare's land. If it was her land.
i say we rob from the rich and blow down the door. on to the next to dance with the poor
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2014 5:00:18 GMT 10
S I L K Your body is a temple, not a theme park The painted fae stood with her body square and her head high. She positioned herself between the new mare and the land behind her. If she had anything to say about it, this land would be hers for now. This girl didn't need to know if it really was or not.
NOT FINISHED. WILL FINISH WHEN CAN. (got that much typed then realized I had to leave for work..) words: words tagged: trick | Magdelena notes: And this is terribly late!
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