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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 4, 2008 9:34:48 GMT -8
"And I wouldn't fight you because you wouldn't fight me, it's dishonorable, and you...you are...you're trying to trick me, BUT I WON'T GO WITH YOU!" She was shouting so hard the whites were showing at her eyes. "You can't make me," she seethed in a hard and cold voice. Every part of her body was intent on killing this stallion, and she wondered if that was still and option...
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 4, 2008 10:03:19 GMT -8
Sheik laughed, "And what's to stop me, mare? What? You going to try and kill me or something, I'm not that fragile. You will come with me, there's nothing you can do to stop me. I will prevail in the end.
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 4, 2008 10:10:22 GMT -8
Black Jewel stopped and raised her fossas(horse eyebrows). Normally she would burst into whinneys of laughter but she was so angry right now the small gesture was all she could manage.
"Stallion, there's one thing you've forgotten...I have legs," and with that she wheeled around in the other direction and took off. There had never been another time she had run so desperately. Back in the old world, she had been a racehorse. Of course she had always thrown off her riders at the start, but she still had always won. Her hooves pounded into the ground like she was some great machine, or, the mare she was, desperate to get away.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 4, 2008 14:52:07 GMT -8
((As in Arab racing?))
“Very fine legs too.” Sheik remarked, “But mine are better.” He added and launched himself off with a snort. His rock-hard Arabian hooves sunk into the ground and his legs started to get the blood pumping through his veins as he thundered down the trail after her. He was about the average size for an Arabian, fine, light, and speedy. A small wiriry little fellow. Her running away from him was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to race, something he could beat her at, according to the laws of equine chivalry. He threw his bay head up in the air and raised his black tail up high, so that it streamed out behind him in the wind he was creating. Grinning widely from both sides of his muzzle, his grabbed at the earth with his hooves, giving him a burst of speed. This race was only just beginning…
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 4, 2008 21:08:59 GMT -8
(I don't know...racing...think the black stallion, he raced with thoroughbreds...)
Blood rushed through Black Jewel like prey with a predator close behind...only Jewel didn't feel much different. In fact, she would rather face a cougar than this stallion. But while this stallion thrushed himself into the earth, she poured herself into the sky...the sky for which she was apart of, the sky for which she was born of, the sky that was her ultimate goal. Her rough hooves barely touched the sands, for she was a creature of wind, of the air all around her. She let her hooves fly with it.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 5, 2008 14:13:12 GMT -8
((She probably would have been in Arabian racing, then. They now have the Triple Crown for Arabs. They don’t allow any other horses except Thoroughbreds in Thoroughbred racing I believe, in order to keep it fair because the breeds are built differently.))
His small but hard hooves creating a high pitched drumming sound on the hard earth. He was just as fast as any other horse out here. Swift as the Peregrine falcon, the fastest animal on earth, well, not quite literarily, as the Peregrine traveled at two hundred miles per hour in the sky, but Sheik was swift. His well formed legs carried him reliably over the flattened ground as he pursued the arrogant mare, there was no way she was going to escape him, there was no way. He would chase her for hours if need be, and not tire of it. By now, he had decided that she would be a fair amount of trouble to keep in line in the herd, but he needed to claim her, now, if just to make a point. He couldn’t lose; it was against his personal creed.
“I hope you have endurance, mare!” He yelled to her up ahead as he chased her. “Because I’m not stopping until you surrender to me!”
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 6, 2008 20:08:09 GMT -8
"One thing you haven't learned about me, stallion," she seethed, "is that I never give up! If I tire, I will stop, if you fight me, I shall run, if you strike so I cannot run, I will stay in that same spot, if you threaten me with death, I shall choose it!" Black Jewel forced her legs to stretch even further out, lengthening her stride, and increasing her distance. She turned back her head a little and wondered if she could try her agility...for maybe she could make tighter turns...Without any signal at all, she made a mad dash for her left at a 90 degree angle.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 6, 2008 20:36:14 GMT -8
Sheik did not answer her; he only followed in silence at his break-neck gallop. But he did laugh softly to himself, extending his legs so that his shadow became longer and even more stretched on the ground. Ahead of him, he could see a sharp corner, checking his speed slightly, collecting himself, and bending his slender body, he was able to scrape around the corner, though his hooves did fumble among themselves, slipping slightly, but he recovered in no time, charging away from the sharp corner only to find a new challenge was staring at him. A little was away, there was a bed of sharp rocks, too wide for even the most skilled horse to jump and it stretched for miles in every direction, it was about twenty-five feet wide, forget jumping it, either both horses would have to slow down when they reached the bed of rocks or they would have to go blasting through them, injuring their hooves, legs, and possibly their delicate tendons, making it impossible for them to keep running at the pace which they were now if they chose to go blasting through the rocks. And the mare was in front. By the time she reached the rocks, if she chose to slow down, Sheik could catch up, in fact, he would be right alongside her.
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 6, 2008 21:21:37 GMT -8
Hooves flying everywhere, panic seared in Black Jewel when she saw the valley of rocks. But she was willing to risk, or dare anything. She couldn't think clear, but all she remembered is that her hindquarters bunched up and she sprung up. At first she thought she was going to make it...almost. But her hoof caught and shards of of sharp rocks found their way through her soft flesh. She whinnied in pain even though she didn't want help, and she knew it could attract a predator. For moments she lay motionless, and then she would start thrashing, and then tire out and lay still again. She was frothing at her sides, and her eyes shone white.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 7, 2008 11:28:16 GMT -8
Sheik, seeing the mare fall, increased his gallop to as fast as he could possibly go, his neck was stretched out far in front of him, and his hooves stood like pistons into the ground, rhymically, she shot down, pulling him. He was a bird with legs, flying only the ground like a brown streak, he was. Coming to the each other the rocks, he abruptly slowed to a walk, when, with painstaking care, he lifted his feet and picked his way through the rocks, though he took the utmost care, the stones still scraped about his coronet bands. Finally, he reached the place where the mare was, looking down at her; he raised on of his font legs and broke it down gently, to rest upon her cheek as a symbol of his victory.
“This race is won, mare.” He said, his voice was not evil, but his tone was simply firm.
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 7, 2008 16:17:27 GMT -8
"I...I don't care," she said in a raspy voice, trying to level her hurried breathing, "I'm not going...I'm not moving." Somewhere underneath a long sharp rock was jabbing through her flank, but her legs wouldn't move. She threw up her head and tried to turn and try to lick the wound, but her long pink tongue couldn't reach. She gave up and threw down her head back on the rocks, pain spreading like fire in her body. Analysing it all, she wondered how many bones she had broken. At least five...but now her conciousness was fading her...
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 7, 2008 16:26:30 GMT -8
“You have no choice.” Sheik said, but his voice was kinder now. “Even now the light of consciousness is fading from your eyes. Claiming is more then just being put under the control of a Tyrant, you know. It is the way of becoming part of a herd. The only way to keep herd alive is for stallions and geldings to claim mares and orphaned foals to live with them. Alone, horses become dinner for predators. Our world is safety in numbers, and that’s the way it works. So little mare…”
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 7, 2008 16:51:37 GMT -8
"I'd rather die, or be a dinner," she spat, the last thing she could manage before her world went black. ~Flashback~ "Jewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwel, wait up!"
"Ha ha, you can't catch me!" Black Jewel cried out as she turned a swift corner and up the mountain. Oblivious was the word to desribe her. Nothing would harm the pampered princess of the herd! Not even the stupid orphaned colt her father had taken in.
Her hooves echoed though tunnels of stone, and she could hear the colt's pursuit to beat her. She whinnied a high-pitched laugh and turned another corner. There, she stopped in fear.
She was barely three weeks old, still small enough to be easily taken down. And this cougar was hungry. She didn't know what to do...Celestial Night took care of her, and Moon Gem comforted her...but her parents weren't with her there. And the storm above was rapidly rising. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain.
But it never came. She heard an angry neigh and the sound of claws against hide. When she opened her dark brown eyes, she saw the colt, Whispers of a Shadow, lying on the ground with his bare flesh showing on his neck.
Black Jewel neighed angrily and charged the cougar. But it seemed to deem its prey too feisty and slinked away. But Jewel didn't stop. Shadow was barely breathing.
"Don't worry!" she neighed as she ran back the way she came, "I'll get Night!" Rain was pouring down in torrents but Jewel never tired.
When she came to where her herd had been, she saw no one.
"DADDY!" she screamed over the thunder and lightning. Confusion rippled through her but she barely paused before running back to the mountain.
But she was too late. As far as she could tell, the colt had died to save her. Tears welled in her eyes.
She set off for the forest at a calm, paced walk. The clouds above were violet, and now her eyes were too.~End Flashback~ OCC: Explains a bit, doesn't it? Black Jewel baby: i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb306/Unicorn_Spirit47/BlackJewelfilly.jpgWhispers of a Shadow: northernhorse.com/freimark/members/Salebarn/images/2007%20colts%20010.jpg
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 8, 2008 0:57:57 GMT -8
((I’ll say))
Sheik looked down at his captive, feeling sorry for her. Sure, he was proud, but perhaps he had been a bit too hard and stereotypical on her. He should have treated her as an equal, not as a servant doomed to come with him, now she was greatly injured and might even die.
As the feeling of horror began to overwhelm him, he tore his hoof away from her cheek where he was pinning her to the rocks. He was scared of moving, but terrified what would happen if he left her there. To complicate matters, the sky was darkening; night was coming swiftly to Equus island and with the night cam enemies: cougars, wolves, and pestilinstil insects.
“I am a beast.” He said angrily to himself, looking down at the broken mare who he had run into the ground. “I am plain, heartless beast. What a bastard I’ve been. I’ve behaved like some uneducated foal.” He raged angirlly at himself. He had sentenced this poor innocent mare who had been minding her own business to injury, possibly even death.
“Mare?” He asked quietly, stooping his head slightly to sniff her. “Mare, I am so sorry, please wake up.”
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 8, 2008 7:30:38 GMT -8
(Yeah, the stallion that said he'd protect her dissapeared when she needed it, and the one that did protect her, as far as she knows, died for it.)
"Shadow!" Jewel screamed as her vision came back to her...but the stallion by her was blood bay, not blue roan. Fuzzy clouds of eye mist were at the corners of her eyes, and she still couldn't see very well. The only thing that was real to her was pain...real pain...not...heart pain. She shinnied pitifully, still partially trapped in her memories, where she was alone in the middle of the storm...when her eyes turned violet...so many years ago...to the time when her mother found her the softest, sweetest grass for her...Black's Jewel's breathing came heavily.
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