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Post by crimsonite on Mar 27, 2006 11:30:52 GMT -5
Midnight staggered in slowly, he'd lost the challenge to another stag and had lost everything, even his mate and foals, he laid by a tree, the scars of his enduring battle still evident and very clear. As he lay there, blood was still on his neck and side, sleep had not seen him for many nights and mornings and it had taken all his energy just to get here.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 14:39:08 GMT -5
Rhythme wandered around, not noticing the wounded stag. Her dial was low, her steps slow, her spirit crushed. What should she do? She did not catch the brute's scent, nor hear him. She was too depressed to care.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 27, 2006 15:04:52 GMT -5
The stag glanced over, wincing at his every move he watched the mare curiously, wondering why she ventured so close to him, he stopped himself snorting and blinked his eyes tiredly, quite close to passing out.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 15:10:24 GMT -5
'Er dial shot up, slim ebon tipped auds pricked, salmons flared wide. She had heard something, for sure. It sounded like a snort. She breathed in the air, finally scenting the brute.. His scent mingled with the smell of blood. She forgot her troubles for a moment to pear around, orbs searching for the stallion she had scented? Was he there? Was he injured. Her occuli snagge in the coal hued form of the brute. He was lying in the sheltr of a tree crimson staining his pelt. Trying to pluck up courage, she spoke.
"Who are you? I am Rhythme." she had been going to say "of the light alliance" but she really wasn't sure any more. After all that had happened to her....
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 27, 2006 16:14:55 GMT -5
He strained to keep his head up, his eyes darkened and tired from his long journey he had made, this mare seemed so strange and different and yet so defined, it might just be his hazy vision failing him again, but he truely didn't know. Midnight swallowed ocasionally and smiled inside as she spoke to him, more than many had cared to do for awhile, Midnight. he hissed at her, his body sore.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 16:18:03 GMT -5
She nodded. She could see that the stag was struggling to remain conciouse.
What happened to you? she asked, hoping not to offend him. Is there anything I can do? she had to push her own worries to the back of her mind now. Now, that Rhythme had stumbles 'pon the hurt brute, she should help him.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 16:19:29 GMT -5
(btw you might want to pop onto Mystical Vibes right now, I replied to your claiming post)
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 27, 2006 16:49:16 GMT -5
((Okay, I'm just really slow trying to get the size))
Midnight glanced away ashamedly, I was in a fight. he hissed quietly, his head dripping slightly below his legs, as he watched her curiously, he tried his best to keep awake so he could talk to her, but doing that was just so hard for him, he looked at her in a slight daze, blood loss making him halucinate a little.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 17:06:50 GMT -5
"Then It might be best if you stayed lying down for a while to stop the bleeding. I can go get you some water?" she said, suddenly bussneslike. She was already planning how to get water to the brute... Maybe on a leaf...
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 27, 2006 19:59:19 GMT -5
Legacy, now 2 and 1/2 years old canteres into the land. He had scented Midnight and followed him after the battle. His mother had told him where to find him. He walked over to his father and stood looking at him " Father? " he hissed, somewhat shock and confusion in his voice.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 20:29:11 GMT -5
Rhythme eyed the young stallion, a little frightened. He bore a great resemblance to the injured brute, and her guess was father and son..
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 27, 2006 20:32:08 GMT -5
Legacy bent down and lay next to his father, giving him all his body heat. His father was wounded and he needed to help him all he could. He began to lick and clean his wounds carefully.
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Post by cammy on Mar 27, 2006 20:36:04 GMT -5
Rhythme ducked out of sight, wanting to give them some privacy.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 27, 2006 20:42:40 GMT -5
He went to the water source and sucked some watyer up, holding it in his mouth he slowly let it trickle into Midnights mouth, then he lay down and continued cleaning his wounds.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 28, 2006 10:33:57 GMT -5
The stag watched Legacy silently as his son cantered in, half shameful of his loss and half happy to see him. Midnight looked at Rythme as she left, he wan't in any state to ask for her to come back, though he wouldn't mind if she did, he smiled at his son as he gave him water, licking it as the word went black, the unconcious stag slumped onto his side.
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Post by cammy on Mar 28, 2006 11:12:06 GMT -5
She was in the woods, but she could still see the two friesians, just in case they really needed help.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 28, 2006 16:51:20 GMT -5
Legacy nudged his father, " Father? " he said worriedly
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Post by canterqueen on Mar 28, 2006 19:34:43 GMT -5
A flash of gold showed as Glinda trotted slowly to the lands. Watching Legacy and his father from a little ways off, she felt as if she should help, but felt nervous around Legacy.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 28, 2006 22:12:46 GMT -5
Legacy looked up, this was the only time in his life when he didnt know what to do, he didnt have control of the situation. He looked at Glinda then continued to lick his fathers wounds, trying to awaken him.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 29, 2006 16:07:59 GMT -5
Midnight grunted quietly, slipping in and out of consioucsness as his son spoke to him, he so wanted to stand and guard his offspring but he could make nothing of the smells and sounds around him.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 29, 2006 16:46:55 GMT -5
Legacy nudged his father and nickered loudly, trying to awaken him.
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Post by canterqueen on Mar 29, 2006 20:02:10 GMT -5
Glinda moved to stand beside Legacy, and cautiously nudged Midnight, trying to help Legacy's efforts.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 29, 2006 20:57:44 GMT -5
Legacy saw her and continued to nudged his father.
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Post by cammy on Mar 29, 2006 22:50:59 GMT -5
Rhythme crept slowly out of the cover of the foliage above her, so that she could be seen if any of the equines looked.. Though she was not particularly keen on it.
"May I help with anything?" she said in soft, quet, shy tones, just able to keep her slim bodice where she was standing because she wished so much not to be seen, to run back where no glance could judge her, where no one could hurt her again.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 30, 2006 7:02:26 GMT -5
The black stallion blinked his eyes open slowly as looked to his son, snorting quietly to show he was alright incase Legacy was worried, he wondered why his son was so loyal even though he had lost the battle for his land and family.
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