Svet
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Post by Svet on Jun 17, 2011 19:34:46 GMT -8
What is worse than too much fighting?
[/color] Nothing, only Hope can help now.[/right]
The black female walked along, not really paying any attention to where she was going. She just knew, that she was in the lands of the horned. Her white horn glowed in the forest that shew as in, and a single thought came to her mind. In the dark, you will always find light. That was what she liked to say, but she had another one, but it didnt go with the flow of the area that she was in now. There were no fights, no despair, it just did not fit in at the time. She seemed to be alone now, for no one was really fighting, and she was always out and about to make sure that no one did fight. She hated it that much.
What was she looking for? Right now, nothing, she just wanted to wander and see who she meets along the way. She may be one of the peace unicorns, but she was not used to being in such a big herd. There were so many, and it was creepy to her, at least a bit. She had wandered the lands once before, but she was younger, and she had a bad memory of them. This was a refresher run for her really. She still was not sure who the lead was, and she probably did not want to meet who it was.
She was always meeting people, but she was always forgetting them a few moments after they leave. No one seemed to registrar in her mind, unless they were causing trouble and she was there to stop it. Her mind could focus on only one thing right now, and that was mainly because she was tired. She walked over to the river and took a drink before she went over to a tree and leaned against it.
Her eyes searched everything that was around her, and the only things that you would see if she would have slid into the shadows was her horn, her eyes, and the white star on her forehead. Her ice blue orbs looked around and her ebony harks flicked toward the little sounds that went on around her. She would wait for someone. But if someone actually showed up, she would be surprised.
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In the dark, you will always find a light.
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Word Count: 379
Muse: Somewhat here
Current Tags: None
Notes: Anyone going to make friends with my first character?
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Clippy
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Player of Ariana[M0n:100]
You know, teaching can be a dangerous profession. "Yes, I imagine espionage is a much safer choice."
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Post by Clippy on Jul 23, 2011 18:02:30 GMT -8
This is just a stop
On the way to where we're going... [/size] The liver-and white stallion would his way through a small, small grove of trees, picking his steps carefully. He couldn't stand to ruin his beautiful hooves. At the same time, he minded his tall, spiraling horn of the same colors, it being another one of his prides. He doged a tree to lest, placing a hoof over a small set of brambles. He looked up, hearing some rushing water, and spotting it's source. Suddenly, he did feel quite thirsty.
He didn't mind his steps anymore as he wove the trees. He needed water. After all, thirsty mattered more than hurt. As long as his hurt didn't ruin his rather perfect coat, of course. The one flaw waas a trail of scars on his rump, from a run-in with the disgusting and hated Kelpie. He had roamed there, because of his liking for water. But they attacked the stallion, leaving his wounded, limping from their lands. He never, ever went back, and hated the Kelpie ever since.
He was almost to the river when his right fore stepped under a large piece of dry wood. A resounding "CRACK!" echoed through the woods, almost scaring himself, had he not known about it. He moved on, however, thing it to be not a big problem. He took in large, large mothfuls of water from the cool, crisp, clean waters. It satiated his thirst, so he stirred, looking up and around. There was no noise but the birds in the trees. But, something had to be around.
He closed his eyes, thinking of a small, eminating light...he had gotton this ability a while back, and he used it often, hoping the light would get better with time. On the end of his horn, a small light radiated, showing the dark spots the trees covered. He looked left and right, the light growing dimmer with time. He couldn't see much, which struck the Tungl as odd. Finally, the light faded, leaving him with only the other patches of light that fought the leaves to get through. It wasn't too bad, considering it was daylight right now, but it was an inconvience. After all, what if he ruined his perfect, spotted coat? ---------------- 400 words. He is slightly egocentric, though he dosen't mean to be. He hated his scars and eyes. Once you get to know him, you find out he's rather plesent, but he thinks he has a reputation.  He has no herd, he makes himself a wanderer, because he also hates responsibility. There, a little rundown. |
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Svet
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Post by Svet on Sept 30, 2011 19:04:45 GMT -8
What is worse than too much fighting?
[/color] Nothing, only Hope can help now.[/right]
Against the tree she had stayed the whole time while nothing happened. Her eyes had even been closed as she took a small nap, well, not really a nap. But what woke her was not the sounds, but the emotion that came from another Tungl. She shook her head then and she ignored it. She knew that these were the lands for those whom were like her, and she would not worry about it at all. She didnt care either, if another came over, then they came. She was not in the mood to fight, and she had the feeling though, that she would be stopping one soon enough. But then, she always has that feeling and it enver seem to go away no matter how much she pushes that to the back of her mind. She was empathic and a reverse-empathic, but that did not mean that her powers worked on herself.
The emotion was a bit far from her, but she could still tell that the other was worried about something. She did not know what, and she probably did not want to know.The mare knew her boundaries and meeting others were kind of on those boundaries. Though, she ignored that and leaned away form teh tree and turned to where the sounds of the cracking twigs came from now. Her ebony legs carried her over to the water where the sounds had stopped and she looks at the stallion that before her. She then kind of knew why the worriedness came from him, for he seemed to be very cautious about his hooves. That was when she walked over to the river and lowered her dome to the water and started to take a drink.
She was not going to s ay anything just then. She could tell that he was thinking of the past for his emotions then showed hate. Instead of saying anything, she focused on pushing calmness through his body. the last thing she needed was for him to go and start a fight with another. She sighed then as she waited to see if it fully worked. She was still teaching herself how to use her powers fully. She was never taught, so she left on her own to teach herself. But then, that was also why she seemed to be so distant as well, she did not want to end up hurting another or herself but fucking up her powers. She kind of knew what shew as doing now, but she stopped in case it did not work.
She knew that some were able to push her out completely, and she did not know if this stallion was one of them, but she would find out right now would she not. She was not going to be in the mood if he treated her like shit though, and if he did, she would most likely turn around and leave. She was kind natured, but if she got angered, she left it be and would leave the situation right then and there.
In the dark, you will always find a light.
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Word Count: 510
Muse: Slowly coming back to me
Current Tags: Katimimau
Notes: This sounds like a fun meeting. She is trying to help, but will he accept it?[/color] |
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