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Post by s p o n g e on May 6, 2007 13:03:37 GMT
ooc; open to anyone ^.^
The sound of pacing hooves echoed throughout the land. The creature that is Morthirius had entered ... A blur of different shades of green whizzed past Mort's orbs, making them feel funny and hurtful. But - pain was just one thing that Morthirius loved to experience any day. To him it was seen as something to enjoy and not to scream and cry about. For pain was something of a rare account - and yet so was seeing Morthirius.. This stag would be usually found roaming through the shadows. Lurking about without a care in the world is what he loved best. Well, despite from seeing other equine's in pain - that was another enjoyment.The brute was galloping at a low pace, but still fast enough to only see green lines of foliage. He was heading for an open clearing to graze; a small enclosed one that is. Mort squinted as he passed the thick forestary and the light shone brightly into his pools. Terrible thing that. Light. It should only be used to see - not to make things seem brighter and happier. Everything the sun touched just made Morthirius more depressed than he was. And running into an open clearing with no darkness around is worse. Mort grunted - unimpressed by the sun's rays. He slowed down, cantering then trotting slowly. He arched his beautiful neck, clearly showing that he was of an arabian blood-line. Morthirius' tresses bounced off his neck, constantly flicking the air.
Soon, the sun was becoming to un-bearable to cope with. Morthirius showed no anger or any sign of being uncomfortable, for that would be a weakness. He just showed depressing - which was more of a feeling than showing weakness. Mort jump-started into a gallop, flying through the air for a milli-second. His strides were long, for his pillars were very large. In a matter of fact, Morthirius was very large in standing. 16 hands to be truthful. He began galloping to the other side of the clearing, where darkness loomed more apruptley. Morthirius flared his nostrils, getting more aggited by the blinding sun by the minute. Soon, the shadow of a large willow tree dawned closer. Morthirius slowed his pace down to a graceful trot once more, his bay heud body darkened as the shadow he so longed for covered him. "Alas .. thank god for shadows." He thought. Morthirius turned his body so his orbs could focus upon the clearing infront. He then lowered his maw, his teeth grabbed onto the grass and ripped it.
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Post by Mystic on May 16, 2007 0:44:49 GMT
~occ: hehe just had to put her here  Mystic slowly made her way into the area; she had cleaned most of her wounds, and had stopped the bleeding. Honey brown seen to have changed a lot, she wished that she never see Death Trap again but that would not work. She sighed some a she was standing in the Clearing. Her coffee colored Coat shine in the light of the sun. Mystic lower he head and nibbled some of the sweet green grass. Honey brown eyes moved around slowly, She Knew that Death trap would find her, but she was going to enjoy the day and the grass. The sun was Nice she knew that it was not a lot shade so no one she knew would come here. However, she was wrong a scent came to her nose. As she moved her head up and look over to the Large willow tree their in it shade was Mort, her ears moved slowly to her skull as she acted as if she did not see him. She kept on eating the sweet green grass. |
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Post by s p o n g e on Jun 6, 2007 16:30:00 GMT
[meeep sorry for late posting!]
Soon the scent of another came into his nares too. A smell that smelt familar.. it was that girl-friend of Trap's. A fae in which Trap had hoped to have fun with but didn't have much success. Mort smirked as his orbs caught sight of that very mare - cuts 'n' all. He raised his maw from the ground, still chewing the grass that he had just picked.
Morthirius swallowed it, then shook his banner to rid of the pesky flies. Mort then gave a low and depressed nicker to the mare as he cantered out of the beautiful shade to the dreaded sun-light. Mort stopped infront of her impressivly by skidding his back-hooves in the grass untill they met with the fore ones. He trotted around the fae, then to stand with his chest out and his head high infront of her once more. "Did ya miss me 'luv?" He said sarcasticly then leaned forward to give her a lick on the cheek. |
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Post by Mystic on Jun 6, 2007 17:29:50 GMT
Mystic’s honey brown eyes looked up and over as she hear the Depressing Nicker, she looked away as she nibbled on the grass once more. As she moved a dagger in the ground some, as she looked at Mort as he stopped in front of her, she kept her head low some as she chew some grass and Swallowed it some as her tail flicked some.
As he trotted around her and then stopped in front of her, show off went throw her mind as she looked up as he spoke, she blinked some as he licked her on the cheeks some. As she moved her ears some “ maybe, i don't miss Death trap ” she said her voice was soft. Her coffee colored body still shine in the sun some.
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