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Post by Trillian on Feb 3, 2013 17:40:23 GMT -5
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when you had nothing to care for and no one to care of, what did time really matter? No one would be waiting at home for me, for there was no longer a place that I could call home. I don't know what corruption of heart had endowed the fates to crumble my life style and leave me with nothing more then a shadow of who I used to be. But here I was, a corpse of a being, wondering the lands without a purpose. This was no way to live, but I could not very well die, trust me I have tried. Fate just didnt have it in the cards for me to die, she wanted me to live this life of misery. I did not know if there was some higher meaning behind the things that she set out to do, but I did not enjoy being toyed with. My legs made it easy for me to not stay in one place for too long, with their length and the muscle that slicked my bones. I could travel miles without feeling the effects, not that I allowed myself the advantage of emotions, or of anything really. I could wake up the next morning and be about my business as the lords above desired. For they desired much of the simpler beings. We lived, we cherished, we loved, we hated, we wared, we died, but nothing was of our own doing. All of our actions, every step, every breath, none was our own, the fates, the gods, the goddesses, they all lead us as if we were nothing more then dolls to their marionettes.
I currently stood in a land that was even more desolate then where I had originated from, which said a lot seeming as how I came from winter lands. It had been quite the event to try and feed myself as large as I was. But like I said, the faits chose those who would live and those who would die. The black mass of my body melted with the land scape, with its dark shadows and colorless mass. Rock and natural elements bursted up from the ground in large mounds while the sky was simply a black void. For some reason I felt at peace here, as if something deep inside of me had been laid to rest, I could not feel the anger or turmoil that usually raged through my heart.A soft sigh left my lips at the almost tranquil waves that coursed through my whole being.
Motioning forward, I continued on my endless journey for nothing. More days then not I wished I would not wake, I wished for my life to end, but for now I was ok with who I was and where I was going. The darkness thickened till I could see almost nothing in front of me, I wondered for a moment if I would get lost and never return to daylight. But then I smothered the thought, what did it matter in the end anyway when suicide was my only goal?
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Post by hallow on Feb 6, 2013 7:43:52 GMT -5
The forlorn land of Eastron, filled with sand, sun, and few equines lay before me. I had been born here, raised here, trained here. I knew this land, and there was nothing here for horses, aside from the few oasis's scattered throughout the barren landscape. Yet, what was the point of staying here, where I knew every creature. If I were to achive my goals, I would need to travel, to build an army to fight those that had brought death to my sire. In his memory, I would fight til each and every one of the opposite side had felt the pain of mine. All would fear my name, cower in my presence, do their best to please me.
I sighed and flicked my eyes over the land, shifting my weight from one leg to another. I knew what these lands looked and felt like, no matter what was surronding me, dark, cold night, shimmering, scorching day. It did not matter. Few were able to sneak up on me-that was one thing that my master had driven into me. Learn your lands. That simple phrase had saved many lives, including mine.
There, in the distance, was the presence of an animal. I didn't see, so much as felt. Perhaps it was my connection to the Earth, perhaps it was my years of training, perhaps just instint. I fixed my eyes onto it, smelling the wind. It was a horse, a large horse. My nostrils flared as I made my way towards it, still unaware who it was. Chances were, I had never been in contact with this stallion, and perhaps he could help me. Then again, he could find it entertaining to fight me, in which case I would fight back, using every skill I knew. The sand flew around my hooves when I set them down in the sand. It was one thing that I had on my side-this horse was so large that he wouldn't be able to move easily in the sand. I stopped a little ways back, nodded, then said, "I am Mazzaron of Eastron. My I ask what you are doing here?"
My voice was double-edged. On one side, it was friendly, welcoming, but underneath was a hint of threat. I had learned this was a fairly safe way when I was dealing with newcommers, let them know that I wouldn't attack unless they attacked me. I stood proudly, my bay and white hide standing out, head proudly arched. Even though this stallion was giant, I wasn't backing down.
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