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Date Posted: 21:25:43 11/18/03 Tue
Author: Resaelis
Subject: ^broken home^
^his face set in grim determination, the ebon' brutus walks in. the luster has begun to return to his coat, the flash back in his eyes. but he is not the same, no. not so naive, not so ignorant nor gullible nor soft. a different stallion he is, with a flame in his eyes and a calculated grace in every move. Resaelis he remained, but not the Resaelis of old. light he was, checking in with the royal terra for updates and the like. dark eyes flicker from place to place, picking up an evil or two who shouldn't be there. strange. war was still prevalent, it seemed^
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 09:17:58 11/19/03 Wed [1]
The sterling noble had picked up the sound of his approach and nickered for joy. Gracefully she jogged over to meet her kin, her azure orbs sparkling with delight. Her ash tinted mug reached out and touched his wither in greeting, and then she saw it, the gleam in his eye, the stance he had taken. He was different, still Resaelis, but different somehow. She backed up a step and fell silent, watching him cautiously, unsure whether he be friend or foe now.
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...as the seasons change-remember how i used to be... -- Seasonal Glory, 09:27:09 11/19/03 Wed [1]
Hearing the soft nicker emitted by the young queen, the fiery femme raised her chiseled dial. Orbs of amber, so soft and warm, roved among the terra, the sea grass, the sand. Nostrils flared while inhaling the breeze that tossed her flaming tassels, and lain thick upon it was a scent she knew well. She closed her eyes a moment, wanting to believe but truly unsure. Was she dreaming again? No, not even her memory could produce a sensation this real. He had to be here, he just had to be! Allowing the strands of salty grass which still hung from her lips to fall lifeless to the ground, she moved forth quietly, afraid that if she disturbed anything, she would wake to find this had only been a dream. Coming over the crest of a hill, she saw him, the raven hued beast whom she had thought to be dead. Dream one not she no more cared, and ripped down the grassy slope, neck flat, pistons pounding, yet barely seeming to touch the earth beneath. Fiery tassels and banner streamed out behind her, dancing for joy on the wings of the wind. Sliding to a halt a few paces from the two, she raised her proud crania once more, her stance strong and beautiful. She held within her a power more potent than any potion ever concocted, she held hope. The rising sun at her back framed her in flames, bathing her in golden light. There she stood, tresses flying, her amber orbs once more alight with the flame that burned eternally within them.
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^upon silent wings^ -- Resaelis, 20:21:56 11/19/03 Wed [1]
^the stallion looks up at the nicker and then the pounding of hooves. as he is touched by the flicka first, he smiles, a glimmer of his old self^ Hello again... Your Majesty. ^absent he may have seemed, but uninformed he was not^ No need to worry, I'm still light. Just different, is all. Glory, long time no see. ^his smile is genuine, though his actions are reserved. ebonite eyes look around, and at the arrival of more darks, he snorts angrily and paws the silken sands with an obsidian dagger^ They have no right. ^speaking to no one in particular and yet loud enough for most to hear, the masculine's voice is low and carries an edge^
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flame retardent -- Glory, 09:45:12 11/20/03 Thu [1]
Hearing his cool words, she nodded, she shouldn’t be surprised but was anyway. Looking in the direction he did, she snorted.
~The Mythical are coming, Little Love gave me her word, and another should be coming as well.~
She scanned the skies for any sign of entrance, and upon the arrival of the two dragons shuddered, she had no love for those bloodthirsty beasts, allies or foe. Her amber orbs seemed to lose their fire, her stance relaxed, and her head fell a level. She sighed, allowing the last of her fire to ebb. She had lost so much, it seemed as if she had lost her fire as well. She nodded to the two, and slowly turned, her head low, munching on small shoots of verdant foliage, nourishing the husk that was her frame.
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^upon silent wings^ -- Resaelis, 20:22:27 11/20/03 Thu [1]
^the brute's eyes follow her's to the dragon's, though his reaction is much different. ah, dragons. good, they could use their strength and wisdom. his gaze travels from equid to equid, dragon to dragon, creature to creature in silence. pawing the ground, he calls to both mares that stood nearby^ And how've things been lately? ^besides the obvious war, of course^
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...as the seasons change-remember how i used to be... -- Glory, 09:30:58 11/21/03 Fri [1]
She brought her chiseled dial up a level, only long enough to reply, her tone icy and bitter.
~Other than being homeless you mean?~
She snorted and attempted to return to grazing, but internal turmoil kept her from devouring the feast before her. Instead, she moved off three steps, standing under the shade of a nearby tree, her whole frame limp and dejected.
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 09:35:51 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The sterling noble looked on as a dear friend wandered away. She felt her loss, it had been her home as well for a time, but now she dwelt here, and obviously could not feel the loss as deeply as the other. Turning to Resaelis, her eyes darkened.
~You know, you didn’t have to do that.~
She knew he probably meant no malice, but she hated to see Glory in such a state. Snorting, she tossed her head, total frustration building silently, invisibly under her skin.
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^upon silent wings^ -- Resaelis, 22:12:49 11/21/03 Fri [1]
^in a flash, the brute's anger returns. he snorts angrily and whirls to face the younger femme. this is not how he had wanted it, but his temper was greater than his will^ Do what? Be left by my mother? Disappointed by my sister? Do you honestly think that I didn't care about Dreamspeaker Falls? That I don't care now that it's gone? That was my home, DoT. The only home I ever knew, the place where my family lived. Others lived there too, you know. Not just you, not just Glory, not just me. ^he snorts and stamps the sands with a hoof, sending the sparkling grains flying^ But you wouldn't stop to think about that, would you? Oh no, let's just blame it on Resaelis, because he couldn't care less. Never did, right? ^he silences his words with another derisive, outraged cry and rears in pure exasperation, daggers lashing at the azure sky. dropping back to all fours, he fixes the filla with an icy stare, just awaiting her response in silence that rings after his cries^
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Quiksilver Storm -- SilverStar, 11:06:35 11/22/03 Sat [1]
Daughter of the Winds makes her way through the swirling mists, slender faerae form moving with fluid grace and effortless speed, actions touched by an airy lightness and easy fleetness granted to no other. Like a phantom she slips into a terra she had once dwelt in, the dancing memories of the queen tournament flickering through her mind as she cantered along, small, flinty hooves barely grazing the white sands as she flew along. Large, dark eyes with their inner stormy fire glanced round from a facade of exquisite chiselled features...small, perfectly shapen thorns were ever swiveling, wide-set pools were large and full of cleverness, forehead tapered down to a tiny teacup muzzle, with wide nostrils quivering and flaring large in the sooty velvet of the mug. Face was gorgeously tapered and dished to the point of beauty to wrench your heart. Long tresses of inky silk whirl and dance on lithe arched crest, twirling and leaping, raven rivulets on satiny silver. Her body was slender and light-boned, yet strong and hardy, Arabian/Mustang lineage breeding true into the best of bost breeds, though her appearance was that of a purebred Arab. Sun burned away the shining fog, glinting off of sleek hide, the rich silver starred with steely dapples gleaming, though polished by only wind and water. The vision flew by, leaving a bittersweet tanginess faintly reminding of the sea. For she was the one, the only daughter of the ocean, and to her was left the world of the sea. She lived only for the beautiful, lonely world of the wild, stormy sea.
Reaching her destination, the silver phantom slows and halts near the duo, her features alight with joy at seeing one of the only true equine friends she had ever known. Standing beside the young Queen, the two sterling equaes appeared more like sisters than friends. Nickering warmly, her wild tones dancing up the scale in tingling, silvery notes of the elusive song of the seas, she greeted the new matriarch of all Light Horses. ~Hail, Queen.~ Her voice was warm and rich, congratulating and embracing. SilverStar had returned.
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 14:51:07 11/23/03 Sun [1]
~Well met, SilverStar.~
Smiling warmly, she nudged her companion in a gesture of welcome. T'was true, they did appear more like sisters than friends, odd-isn't it? She nodded towards the band of evils and Lights.
~They need your aid, go, I will follow shortly.~
She smiled in reassurance, she did not wish to drag Charis into this, not if she didn't have to. Turning back to Resaelis, her features and tone grew harder, still cordial her tone was, but less warm, more aloof.
~However true that may be, it is different for Glory.~
Nodding curtly in farewell, she silently excused herself and walked slowly over to the band of fighting, with only a soft glance back at Glory, still standing 'neath the willows.
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^upon silent wings^ -- Resaelis, 18:03:12 11/23/03 Sun [1]
^uttering a cry of frustration, the mascu' turns on his haunches and gallops out. no sense of where he was going, but he was sure as heck going^
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