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Post by writtenphoto on Feb 11, 2012 19:36:33 GMT -5
Crucia had no idea what had happened to the stallion she had met days ago. She went off to the river to replenish her heated body, and came back with the stallion gone.
Poof!
She liked that word. "Poof!" She exclaimed loudly in the gorge, it bounced off the walls yelling poof back at her.
"Poof! Poof"
It made her laugh, and that went back and forth off the walls. She was slightly suprised at how she hadnt spooked herself at all, usually echo's were the bane of her exsistence. But now she had found some comfort of them flicking their voices back at her. She didn't feel so.... Left alone?
Yes, Left alone.
She walked, letting her eyes close for a second, her hooves comforting her greatly.
She opened them, and glanced at her shadow, it moved excatly in tune with her, and she took off, like that. Racing it like a brother, trying to get to their Mother first.
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Post by Scarlette on Feb 16, 2012 14:24:31 GMT -5
The fall season had made it much more tolerable to wander the sandy dunes – it made it much more delightful to do so, anyways. The stout stallion was a striking figure against the golden sand; the sharp contrast between his dark coat and white markings, along with a spiraling horn coming from his forehead, was enough to easily catch one’s eye. He had been born and raised in the swamps of Yacare, but he had always known that remaining there was not his destiny. He felt somewhat guilty for abandoning his younger, more delicate sister...But some things could not be helped. Perhaps, sometime in the future, he would return to Yacare to collect her. For now, he’d leave her be, for he trusted that she was in good care under Hostetler’s rule.
His rule over the dunes was just beginning; a fledgling kingdom, when compared to the others around this one. Other kingdoms had already flourished, had already secured a steady population. He had a lot of work to do if he wished to rival them, but he knew that in due time, he, too, could have something like that. Patience was a virtue, one that would pay off in the long run.
He’d turn his attention to the red rock canyon that was part of his new kingdom, determined to learn every nook and cranny of the canyon. He felt as though he was walking blind, but one had to stumble before they ran, right?
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Status: Complete
Word Count: 246.
Muse: Eh, alright.
Notes: Partially recycled. xD
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Post by writtenphoto on Feb 25, 2012 23:24:31 GMT -5
Crucia had been in the gorge long enough to know most of the areas, when she first discovered the gorge, she would go in far enough for her to remember the way back, then she would slowly go back memorizing everything. Of course she would go back over and over in one area. She was being careful, and didnt want to get lost and die in here. The first time she entered the gorge, she'd gotten herself lost, And started to freak out that she was going to die.
Thats when she came up with the idea to slowly come in and memorize things.
Crucia's ear perked forward, when she heard the clopping of hooves. Interesting
The horse is closer than she thought, besides she was near the entrance of the gorge.
When she peeked across the corner, she saw the strangest thing, a dark coated stallion with white markings on his barrel, what made her most curious was his horn, it was so diffrent, but of course. Now-a-days, when she treked to the river. She was noticing abnormal things appearing with the wildlife, one time she came across a very... well... creepy fish is what she thought of it.
"Hello there." She said, her head peeked out from a wall of the gorge.
OCC: Sorry if its late, my computer took the crap when i was going to reply.
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