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Post by i!shadow!i on Mar 20, 2008 21:04:53 GMT -5
Please post below if you are active. DO NOT post below because you just came on one day and there was the check and you post and never come back. You'll probably be deleted the next check. The ending date for this is April 1st. You have 11 days to do this!! Make sure to fill out the forum and post below. Being able to fill out the forum shows me you have time and you are able to be active on this site.
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[b]Name:[/b] [b]One Horse:[/b] [b]Example Post: [/b](50 words, soo easy!) [b]Will you be Active?:[/b] (Tell the truth!) [b]How many time will you be on in a week?:[/b] (Tell the truth!) [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] Active Members:Shadow Mage Dream Runner Ariela horselover4ever122 Reflection K2ishorse Cloud Mythic Black Rose Bella DreamWeaver
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Post by Thanos on Mar 20, 2008 21:18:38 GMT -5
I guess I'll do the post with Thunder. Maybe I'll make something like this happen... Evil white horse of doom... Name: Dream Runner One Horse: Thunder Example Post: The black stag stood on the rise. A storm wirled over head, making him invisable to the eyes of all. The clouds started to form the shape of a horse. Except they were the white vlouds that had floated above the storm to excape. A white stag stood there, eyes the darkest black. Thunder stayed rooted to the spot. Staring up at the sky, glaring at the rearing horse. Then the storm began to tear up everything, the white horse galloping, twisting. A demond. A feind. Thunders mares stood in its way, but Thunder could do nothing...
Thunder jolted awake and pulled himself to his feet. He whipped his head around. The morning was peaceful, calm. The sun shon on the greenery that was coming back to his forest. He looked out from the shadows of the thicket where he had been sleeping to see his mares grazing calmly. He shook his head to clear his mind. What had that dream meant? Nothing. That's what it meant. Nothing. It couldn't mean anything. It wasn't possible. Yet he couldn't help worry... Will you be Active?: Yes! Positively! Absolutely! How many time will you be on in a week?: About 4 times
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Post by Mage on Mar 20, 2008 21:32:40 GMT -5
Name: Mage One Horse: Fantasia Example Post: The sun set in the sky, its rays spreading far through the sky making a beautiful sunset in the sky and across the lake. At the lakes edge stood a painted vix her front talons in the crystal blue water and her head low as she looked at her reflection. The days now warmer as spring began to show but it didn't matter, her spirit was fading quickly and her broken heart felt as if it would never be mended. Her eyes began to water and finally a tear began to roll down her tan cheek and then followed by yet another. She had finally opened her heart up to another stallion, finding that perhaps they were not all the same and that he would always be there and care for her. But he proved to be just like the rest and when he left he seemed to steal her heart as well and it shattered her.
Now spring was here and with that came the awful feeling of being in heat. The buckskin painted mare had thought about having a foal, she had thought about what it would look like. Perhaps a black and white with the body of the friesian. Fantasia had thought of a beautiful yet strong foal whether or not it was a colt or filly but now that hope was fading away. Desore left and so did the thought of a foal, now a new stallion controled the land she called home and her head hung low and her tail tucked in tight. She has been in heat for a while but still no sign of the stallion and part of her was happy about it yet still part of her wanted that foal though it wouldn't be anything like she imagined for Desore was gone and this stallion was nothing like him.
The sun faded below the horizon and soon darkness covered the lands but tonight laid a full moon. It casted down its glow upon the land making it still pretty light and Fantasia moved to a green meadow. It seemed so peacefull and she laid upon the ground, resting her head upon the emerald blades of grass and then closing her orbs and falling into a well deserved rest. Will you be Active?: Of course How many time will you be on in a week?: usually more then once a day on weekdays, not on much for weekends though. Im getting a job as well so I won't have much time to be on but I will still be on around 4 times a week.
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Mar 20, 2008 21:50:23 GMT -5
Name: Ariela One Horse: Venus Example Post:
So many times she had been broken, so many times her heart had been torn to pieces as if she had no heart at all. So many times, and now she was numb to it all. Pain flashed in her exquisite chasms, as a memory flashed in her mind's eye...
Don't cry, little girl. His voice was cold, sneering as he whispered in her ear, the ear of such a young fae, only a year and far too young... The first time is always the hardest but soon you'll be numb to it all.. He forced himself on her, and soon he was inside her, taking over her body and tearing her to pieces with the pain of it all...
Venus snapped back to present-day with a sickening realization. That was no novelty, it was happening over and over again to other mares and for all she knew it could happen to her any day, any minute, any second. Fear thudded in her heart as she gazed up at the starry night sky, the only place where she truly felt at home now. She let the glow of the stars and the planet which she was once told she was named after and so resembled ease her pain away, the pain of the ages, the pain which would never truly be gone.
[b]Will you be Active?: [/b] Yes, ma'am! How many time will you be on in a week?: I'll usually be on about four days a week unless I'm really busy and then I'll let you guys know and I'll try to get on as much as I can.[/left][/size][/center]
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 21, 2008 11:54:46 GMT -5
Name: Horselover4ever122 One Horse: Drum Example Post: The sun was setting as she turned and observed her mountain home. She enjoyed her life with Illusion and she got along well with Angel. Drum didn't know much about Drift yet. She had been silent for most of their meeting. Angel, well, they were almost best friends! With a sigh, Drum lowered her head and let out a sigh. Everything was not perfect. She missed her other best friend from her distant past. Oh, how she would have made life in the Arrowhead Mountains so much easier! But, she was not here and Drum had to make the better of it. Sudenly, she pricked her curved audits and listened for the wind. Thre it was, a melodious sound. It was the whinny of her lover. Happily she bounded off to greet him. Maybe the world is all good, she thought wistfully. Will you be Active?: YES!!! How many time will you be on in a week?: 3-4 times.
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Post by Reflection on Mar 22, 2008 10:00:06 GMT -5
Name:Reflection
One Horse:Eternity's Rain
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Sorrow. That was what she was. Some may think her name beautiful, but really. Take a look at it. Yes, t'is dark, and dreadful...much unlike the grulla fae of which it belonged to. She had always wished for more, but it was always prevented. And she was strong, but her strength was unseen. her heart longed to be free, yet it was locked tight in a metal bared cell. She was destined for more then this she knew, but she just didn't know what to do to give herself that chance. Her past is and was dark, yet different then most. And some have expierienced broken hearts, but surly none have expierienced the even worse thing of which will always lay and burden upon her...
For How could she ever step free, if the key had been destroyed long ago?... Her soul is torn, Her heart is shrouded, and yet even when she tries to break free she is shoved back down...why? because of one deathly secret she hates and tries tirefully to keep a secret...yes. T'is always because she is blind...
Will you be Active?: Absolutely
How many time will you be on in a week?: 5-6 times at least
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k2ishorse
Yearling
^ yaay! I maketh my avatar! Look familiar, Reflection? XD
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Post by k2ishorse on Mar 24, 2008 11:22:38 GMT -5
Name: K2ishorse One Horse: Silver Moon Example Post: (50 words, soo easy!)
Silver Moon cantered along the hillside, steady and strong. He looked for an escape, searched for an exit, but he found nothing, and the chase was pursued. He ran with all his strength, low to the ground, trying not to hit trees as he went along. Suddendly, he was hit, and he fell over... laughing? Tag, you're it! Silver Moon watched as the other colt galloped away, leaving him to try to get up and chase after him. Getting a grip of himself, he ran after his friend. He whinnied in pleasure, knowing that he'd soon catch up to him. Eventually, he saw a long tail of chestnut trailing behind his friend. Speeding up stealthily, he swiftly bonked him on the rump and swerved away, screeching, Now YOU'RE it! Ha ha! [/size]
Will you be Active?: (Tell the truth!) Yeah, this webbie roxx the Red Sox's Socks! How many time will you be on in a week?: (Tell the truth!) Hmm.... About 5-7. It depends on what type of day it is...
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Cloud
Newbie
^^ Rascal Flatts
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Post by Cloud on Mar 25, 2008 12:52:13 GMT -5
Name: Cloud One Horse: Rascal Flatts Example Post: (50 words, soo easy!) Diablo began speaking, and I turned my head to look at him quickly. Water dripped off his dappled grey body slowly. But, it looked like he enjoyed it. On the other hand, Blaze looks like he prefers the sunny weather. I can`t say I blame him, for I thoroughly prefer them.
"Rascal, a very wonderful name."
My ears swiveled, catching his words eagerly. "Glad to know you approve of it." I smirked slightly, thinking about how the sarcastic words would sound coming from me. Probably not bad.
I tend to use sarcasm often, but I won`t at the moment. Have you ever heard the advice, "Just smile and nod?" That`s what I feel like doing.
But my good manners win out, and my smirk changes back to a smile.
"Thank you. I`m quite fond of it myself."
Laughing softly, I turned my gaze back to look at Blaze, waiting for him to speak.
Will you be Active?: (Tell the truth!) Yes, I most certainly will be active! How many time will you be on in a week?: (Tell the truth!) At least 3 times a week. [/color][/center]
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Post by mythic on Mar 28, 2008 18:52:51 GMT -5
Name: Mythic Black Rose One Horse: Mystic Lilly Example Post: Light just touched the sky, waters were cold and peaceful, the air was still. Mystic Lilly looked around her. The land was flat, rocky and beautiful. She was on the side of a mountain, where she had chosen to stay the night. She was alone. She had nothing but herself, her courage and the pain. She had escaped from the bachelor band but could not run from them forever. She galloped down the steep slope and came to a halt before the leader of the bachelor band. "Mystic Lilly, You went for a run? Well, it's time to come back!" He whinnied harshly, bitterly. "No!" Mystic Lilly screamed. "I won't ever go back!" If it was a fight he was looking for, it was a fight he was going to get, as well as beaten to the ground, just like he had always done to her... Will you be Active?: Of Course. I just joined. How many times will you be on in a week?: I'll try to be on everyday but some weeks are really busy. At least 3-4 times a week otherwise.
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Post by [B E L L A] on Mar 30, 2008 19:24:42 GMT -5
Name:
One Horse: Pandemonium Example Post: The moonwashed mare stepped lightly, almost daintly upon the turf. Her head was high and proud, eyes glistening blue. Her gaze was cold and firm, yet held a sarcastic, playful vibe. Her auditives were pinned flat against her skull, silky silver tendrils blowing gently in the slight breeze. She took in a deep breath, coming to a halt and lifting to the sky, hooves dragging through the clouds. A piercing whinny sang from her vocal cords, she landed softly. Tossing her head, she waited.. Waited for anything. Will you be Active?: Yesh I Shall How many time will you be on in a week?: Well, I was busy, but now I'm not and shall be more active. I'll be on at least four days a week.
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Post by »d.r.e.a.m [ღ] on Apr 5, 2008 14:17:52 GMT -5
Name: Dream One Horse: DreamWeaver Example Post: Last thing on the page. Will you be Active?: Have you known me not to be active? xD How many time will you be on in a week?: At least every day. .x. Life Comes At You Fast, Dollface .x. .x.DreamWeaver.x. .x.The wind whistled angrily in the atmosphere, throwing the puffs of snow violently through the air. The snow had previously been soft and gentle to the touch, now it was frozen rain that struck the hide coldly and bit with the feverish cold of winter, the water seeping into the hide and freezing instantly. The sun hidden behind clouds of dark gray, impossible for the heat to penetrate the snow and allow spring to show its colors at the moment. Trees swayed, their trunks of dark brown completely covered in transparent ice, their branches weighed down and sparkling from the few rays the sun did dare to shed, the white snow that covered the ground, untouched, glistened like glitter, the sheets even and unbroken, falling perfectly and rounding over the hills and falling down the ditches in a gentle slope, making the appearance of the land softer, when in reality, it's exactly the opposite of that. Try and find tranquility in an environment, and it's easy, try to find calm and serenity in the atmosphere, and that's a totally different story. Now is not the time to try and find peace and tranquility, not when I'm around, are you honestly that insane to believe that?
All animal life had taken refuge in the bare branches of the few foliage that still existed in the snow washed grounds. Black as night birds lifted themselves into the sky, soaring out of sight into the light gray atmosphere and disappearing behind the swaying branches of trees that scratched at the sky with the gentle pushes of the wind, as if scolding. The doe and her fawn, both brown bodies without antlers, rose and took leaping stride after stride, white tails showing as a flag of surrender, their movements effortless and gliding. Their muscles rolled smoothly with each unending stride, their legs sinking into the soft snow and rising once more, movements unhindered by the freezing liquids that clung to their pelt, rolling down in beads of water mixed with all the pieces of matter that clung to their legs. Their cloven hooves of black showed in deep contrast to the white snow, their large brown eyes reflecting the snow encrusted lands they tread upon. Large ears flopped on their finely crafted heads as they moved, nostrils flaring and breathing in the crisp, chilled air of winter that each breath drew into their nostrils.
Icy blue eyes, glazed over and nearly white glared at Silent Mystery without a care, I didn't care whether or not the foolish child decided to stay and fight to her demise, or if she wished to stay and battle. Fortunately for her, this wasn't a fight for the death, or I'd be sure to watch her fall, and I wouldn't do her the favor of letting her drown in her own blood, oh no, I'd split the great vein in her neck, the very essence of life and let all the red liquids seep out onto her bay neck, let the life fade from her eyes slowly. If only reaching that vein was easier for equine, that's the reason I snap the windpipe and don't go for the vein of life, but instead head for the tube of existence. A slight smirk crossed my face at the foolish child's words, a response forming on my fine, pink lips. Well Silence, you're path must hit an end sooner or later, as mine is far from the finish. Icy vocals matched my face, dripping in venom and hatred, malice and no longer a hint of deception, but of the victory I knew would befall me.
Funny how she speaks of Black Velvet, a simple mare she's never laid eyes on.. Have you ever met Black Velvet? I'd think not. The Alliance isn't as week as you think it is, true, you aren't Black Velvet. You're much, much weaker. My voice hissed out, like the constricting of a boa as its prey let out its final breath, like the mountain lion that sprang upon the back of an unsuspecting victim, dragging it down to the ground and leaving it lifeless, without a chance from the moment paw met flesh. She calls me dumb, yet this idiotic little girl lets words in one ear and out the other, never considering the meanings, never letting them sink in and giving thought to what she spoke of. That's the number one weakness of the Darks, one I've learned to let go and think clearly, to not be idiotic and fall into the senseless ways of either siding, but to think as a Neutral, and still retain that viciousness that no one seems to know how to control, yet I know perfectly well how to.
My eyes followed Silence as she fell to the ground, a sneer crossing my muzzle. Doesn't the lady know that in any fight between undecided horses, the object is to get the other equine to fall to their knees before the other, to get a good chance of winning the fight? Honestly, get in tune with the wild equine ways, then become a dark. And submissiveness? That's the worst quality to show in a battle of any sort. Yes, I am smart, thank you for pointing it out. Wasn't it you who was killing birds for pleasure moments ago? And the flies you swat with your tail, so the blood sinks into your hide? That's not strength, that's not darkness. That's moronic behavior, which you exhibit nicely. My voice acted like that knife once more, cutting the tension and bringing brilliance back into account, a brilliance she seemed to lack at the moment. None the less, I'm smart enough not to underestimate any opponent, which she seems to be doing just now. Foolishness, I'm telling you, it'll be her downfall some day.
Yes, the mare was of Arabic descent as well, it was plainly obvious from her appearance. I had the desert horse running strong inside me as well, the cunningness to get through another day, that stamina to make it through life effortlessly. But she's limited to that. I'm not. That's where the differences come in. I have the speed greater than a Quarter Horse for over a quarter mile turf, as I've previously stated, the sure footedness and grace of the Rocky Mountain Horse, the coloration, determination and beauty of the Paint Horse, not to mention many other things I could arise from knowledge of tracing my lines, but those of which would bore you by bringing them into account as well. She's limited, my boundaries spread as far as the eye can see, and my foals boundaries? With every cross breeding, those limitations are spread, my youth adding another breed to the collection, adding more strength and perfection. Who said it was a good thing to be a purebred? Certainly not me. Go ahead, call me a mutt, see if I care. It is a compliment, and a compliment that's certain to help me along the way.
Once more, my gaze washed over the mare, to the little cut that was on her body, and I watched her circle around me, cutting through the snow effortlessly, staining the ground as she moved. My ears remained fallen, listening to each and every word. Frost covered my hide, making it slippery and harder to grip onto, my muscles loose which meant you could break into my skin but you couldn't tear my muscles as easily, as oppose to when they're flexed and you're unable to tear through flesh. I took a step back as the mare jumped, gliding through the air, her locks flowing behind her as she moved, and my hoof connected with a branch buried beneath the snow. The muffled crack rang through the air just as her body collided with mine, her teeth rubbing the frost from the surface of my arched neck, ripping flesh from my body, though I didn't give a care at the movement. In an instant like lightening, too fast to be prevented, my own counter attack was struck. I felt the red liquids roll down my white neck, caking onto my gnarled locks and staining them until the river thawed and I could wash out.
Whilst the little lady was working on ripping my flesh, my skull snapped to the side, maw parting and my teeth bore. Their pearly white surface sunk into her neck, the position awkward enough that I could sink into the tender flesh just behind the cheekbones, where neck and skull connected, where the windpipe was its most vulnerable. The frost was melted by my breath, so my grip couldn't be lost by the slippery surface. It was, without a doubt, the hardest grip to retrieve yourself from, the hardest grip to remove and impossible to leave without severe damage. I took care to make sure my own vital spot was protected, yet the Quarter Horse muscle layered my neck, and Arabians don't have mounds of muscles in that part, thus I could escape without major damage, yet she couldn't. Ah, I love bloodlines. Once more, I thank the perfection of my mothers choice she'd made just before she'd died. I know I didn't miss my mark, as my fangs sunk deep into her flesh, her warm blood dribbling down into my maw slowly, my teeth slowing the process.
I listened to the laughing, to the mocking vocals she let escape from her muzzle, and I couldn't suppress a twinkle in my eye, a twinkle of amusement. My sister is the living dead, Silent Mystery. Perhaps you should do what your name insists upon, and be silent, and then I could weave the worst of nightmares for you. I'd love it if you were a mute, I really would.. My voice was muffled by her flesh and pelt, gurgled by the blood that ran down my throat, washed away with a quick swallow, and my jaw clenching together tightly. I couldn't hold on forever, it isn't a fight to the death after all, so I can't bring this fae to hers, but I can bring her pretty close. My Arabic styled head pulled away sharply, my jaw not releasing its hold, flesh tearing from her neck in the movement, a rather large mass that was dripping with blood, yet not enough to kill her, but enough to bring her to the realization that I'm a force to be reckoned with, a force she cannot defeat.
Who's to say I should stop my movements now, and back out and await her next move? Not me, that's not the wisest thing to do, now is it? Don't talk to yourself, unless you intend for me to hear your thoughts of surrender. I don't expect you to surrender, you're not smart enough to make such a big decision on your own. Deadly voice mocked the mare, rising and falling, taunting and vicious. Next moment, my legs were a whirlwind beneath me, accelerating in the rapid speed of a Quarter Horse, and carried straight to her skull. I didn't dare rear, I knew all too well the consequences of an idiotic rear, thus my movements were always planned when my other strike was in mid attack. This one was no different. My maw spread open, teeth flashing and catching hold of her petite jaw, the top and bottom between. I don't have enough power to snap both upper and lower at the same time, but I do have enough strength beyond a doubt to keep her muzzle shut. My teeth sank into her flesh, scraping the bone clean on both underneath and above, blood falling into my jaw, and my body in a position that none of her legs could strike me without her causing incredible pain to her maw, and her pulling away would result in the skinning of her muzzle. DreamWeaverWord Count; 2036
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