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Post by SANG on Apr 30, 2012 22:51:23 GMT -5
[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=070a05][atrb=width,500] WELL I KNOW A THING ABOUT CONTRITION
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[/color] Sang wandered along at an easy pace, lightly feathered legs carrying her through the lands. The blood bay mare's ears flicked and twitched in an alert manner, catching all the sounds that there were to be heard. As of now the only sounds to break the mid-day silence were that of her own foot-steps and breathing. Despite her lingering presence over the last few months she still hadn't completely figured out the lay of the lands, unaware that she was trespassing onto Pacis territory. While she knew how territorial any species of equine could be she figured that if anyone really confronted her she could always fight or run. The mare's slightly masculine skull tipped upwards, soft charcoal nostrils widening in time with her scarred ribcage as she took a deep inhale; miss-matched gaze drifting over the towering trees above her. The war-torn damsel was one that had always appreciated forest like landscapes and she was not to be detoured by the fact that this one seemed perhaps a bit more tropical than the ones that she was used to. After-all, it'd been quite a long time since she'd gotten a decent work out, and the obstacles of the forest would surely work well.
She came to a halt, bi-colored tail whisking idly at her flanks before tangling around her inky hocks as she reached out with one lengthy forelimb, the sharp slate hoof hovering threateningly above the soft turf before striking out and cutting into the damp soil. Her head shook in a violent toss, frosted mane splaying in a messy heap over her well muscled and scar-laden nape. A bit of a wild grin played across her dark muzzle, strong, lean muscles rolling under her rich red hide. This only accented the particularly noticeable scars over her right shoulder, it was more mutilated than anything. Of course this was but a cosmetic flaw and not one she much minded, the mare unlike some was not bothered by scars or the tales the told, be they of victory or failure. They were reminders, reminders of past errors and successes and she found the stories they told to be fascinating.
A quiet huff left her flared nostrils, her warm breath fogging in the cool spring air. All at once her weight rocked back on her haunches just for a moment before she launched herself forward. In mid stride the mare shifted into her canine form, that of a russet coated singing dog. In her primitive canine form she continued her sprint, the sound of her paw-steps being muted by her light weight and the soft, mossy turf underfoot. Her dog form was small but unbelievably agile, the singing dog possessed the uncanny ability to scale trees as agilely as a cat. As she sprinted through the tropical forest it began to rain, a nice cool and even drizzle that trickled through the thick foliage overhead to patter on the ground around her. With a quiet grunt of a sound she launched herself upward, paws curling under her wide-barreled chest as the pale russet canine cleared a rather large fallen tree, her paws barely touching it just to give herself an extra boost in her leap. She landed with a thud, sprinting along at a fleet pace until she was near the heart of the jungle, whereupon she finally came to a halt and shifted back into her equine form.
The mare was admittedly a bit out of breath and her flanks were dampened with sweat from her mad dash. She found that she needed at least some sort of excitement in her life, and while she no longer had anyone to spar with she found that running was occasionally enough of an outlet for her pent up energy. With a quiet sigh the mare cocked a hip slightly, one hoof balancing precariously on its' toe as she held still. Her ears flicked slightly, now in a bit of a lazy manner, miss-matched gaze drifting briefly to confirm that there was no immediate threat. She found herself tilting and turning her head so that her left eye (much better off than her right) could compensate. Of course, she wasn't completely blind in her right eye, despite its' glazed over appearance. Her sight in it was impaired none the less, though not completely. While she was only partially blind in that right eye she was completely color-blind in it and still perhaps a bit more defensive about being approached on that side. The mare uttered a quiet and contented sigh, her head lowering ever so slightly as her tangled forelock cascaded over her face.
[/color][/blockquote] AND I'LL BE GRANTING YOUR PERMISSION
( 'cause you haven't got a prayer ) [/color][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [ open to anyone, I suck at starter posts. >.< ] |
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Post by ZITKALA on May 2, 2012 13:02:39 GMT -5
 [atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/middle-5.png,true] Golden orbs darted around the moist atmosphere from north to south in an eased manner. Perched on branch that was about seven feet from the ground, stood the golden eagle. It’s feathers were a vibrant gold flecked with a mousy grey. The predator look phenomenal as it stood there almost motionless. It looked almost of a stature but the glisten and movement in the golden orbs gave it away. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had made her way into such unknown territories, she sat and pondered for a moment. Breathing silently the aviary took in the forest’s scents. The smell of moist soil, rotting vegetation, and water filled her sense. It seemed she was the only one about these part—but of course she was never one to assume.
With grace the eagle spread its massive wing span and flicked them slightly—stretching them. With that she removed herself from the branch and glided low to the earth, but with one effortless thrust of her wings she let the space between her and the ground lengthen. Silently she soared low through the rain forest, casually glancing about. She glided between branches and shot through openings in the brush gracefully, without a care in the world. It always seemed she made so much more time when she flew instead of walking on those pesky four legs of her. As she moved through the forest effortlessly, something hit her scenes. A dog?
Frowning slightly she dipped her wing to the right steering herself straight for a low casting branch. Moving in her span flicked upward, causing a wall against the air and stopped just right. Talons collapsed around the branch and there she stood there stationary. Golden orbs narrowed as she stared harshly into the distance. Her eye sight was pristine, like nothing she ever witness as an equine. As the eagle stared, small droplets made its way from the canopy of leaves and danced all around her. Thick down feathers kept her perfectly dry—so it never really bothered her much. Suddenly through the shadows she saw a canine bound over a fallen tree with ease. Tilting her head, the eagle knew that was not a native species to such land, maybe proeliators?
Overstruck with curiosity, she decided to take a closer look.
Silently she let her body off the branch and glided towards the canine. Letting her wings carry her, she watched intently as it began to slow down, and before her very eyes transform back into its original state. Excitement bubbled in her abdomen as her heart swooned. She couldn’t believe another proeliators—she felt as if she was the only one. Quickly, she moved towards the equine, but then veered a hard left to where a fallen log like not ten feet away from the equine. Gracefully she lowered herself to it and let her talon dig deep into its bark for stability. Golden orb gazed over the femme as it stood there calmly. Slowly she let her beak part and her vocals came ringing our vibrantly, yet powerfully, “Well hello sister.” |
[/b] All Proeliators were family—only a true proeliators would understand…[/justify] Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » sang ! M U S E » 7/10 ! W O R D S » 677 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » i hope this ok ! [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table]  |
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Post by SANG on May 4, 2012 15:04:12 GMT -5
[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=070a05][atrb=width,500]WELL I KNOW A THING ABOUT CONTRITION
( 'cause I got enough to spare ) |
[/color] The blood-bay mare was quite enjoying the relative silence, only the pattering of rain drops on the canopy above and her own steady breaths could be heard. As she stood there though, in a nearly meditative state she found herself alerted to the presence of another. One slender ear flicked and twisted, catching the soft sound of flapping wings. Charcoal skinned nostrils flexed as she uttered a quiet snort, monitoring the sounds of the bird but not being particularly interested; after all it was likely just a bird. When the flying creature finally found itself a perch near her and its' movements stopped she couldn't help but to turn her head toward it in an inquisitive manner. She tipped her head slightly, angling her good eye to better view the bird of prey as her glazed over right eye was of little use. The rich, earthen green hues of her critical but curious gaze remained locked on the golden feathered creature. Her ears twitched, flicking forward when the eagle spoke.
This of course made it clear that the creature she encountered was no ordinary bird, rather an equine in an alternate form. Sang couldn't help but find herself intrigued, she'd never met anyone that shifted into a bird before. She wondered briefly what it must feel like to fly, to soar in the sky and sail among the clouds. As quickly as that thought came though she couldn't help but give herself a slight shake; she'd never been one for such heights. "Hmm." she murmured quietly, it was unclear whether this was simply spoken in pondering or in acknowledgement of the other female's greeting. She stepped forward, wandering toward the perched bird until she stood not but a foot or so from it. Her scarred neck stretched slowly as she reached her muzzle forward in a curious manner, nostrils flexing slightly as a heavy exhale sent her warm breath buffeting toward the feathered female. "Sang." she stated simply, she'd never been one for many words.
She pulled her head back once more, peering down at the bird as she maintained its' gaze. Her bi-colored tail gave an idle flick around her inky hocks. A few leaves in the leafy canopy above gave way to the rain that poured upon them, leaving room for the cool water to trickle through and splat against the mare's rich bay hide. She didn't move away from the rain though, she'd always felt as though the rain was in a way cleansing. She uttered a quiet contented sigh, relaxing slightly in the presence of her own kind. Of course the mare was never one to completely let her guard down. She gave her head a slight shake, dislodging droplets of water from her frosted mane and tossing them in all directions, unintentionally showering herself and everything near. When she fell still again she shifted her weight, gaze flickering back to the bird on its' perch. "And you?" she questioned, inquiring for the fellow proeliator's name.
[/color][/blockquote] AND I'LL BE GRANTING YOUR PERMISSION
( 'cause you haven't got a prayer ) [/color][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ZITKALA on May 5, 2012 15:37:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/middle-5.png,true] Once Zitkala landed on her perched, the other Proeliators mare, came to from her quite thoughts. Golden orbs glanced over the vixen with her tattered pelt full of many years of pain and scars. Tilting he small head just slightly in curiosity, she saw the vixen turn towards her. As her nostrils flared, Zitkala flashed a soft smile. Watching the mare’s every movement, she never seemed to let her guard—you never knew who was who and what they were until you were around them for awhile. ."Hmm." echoed in her ears as the mare seemed rather shy. As she stepped forward, Zitkala stayed in place with her strong posture, but a soft amiable smile still placed among his sharp beak.
She was always a die-hard for the old ways of Proeliators. She believed all were her family for they all shared the same blood somewhere deep down and she always treated her fellow Proeliators with respect but when it came to other species she was the typical hot headed cocky type of her species for she was raised to believe her species was the superior ones. Watching as the distance between hem shortened, she heard, ."Sang." It was evident this mare was on of little words.
As the rain began to fall from the emerald canopy tops, she felt small droplets land on her feathers and slowly slid down off them. It was always so much better to be an aviary in the rain for her feather propelled the water and as equine it seemed her pelt soaked in any water there was. “And you?” Hearing her words, Zitkala decided it was time to transform back into her equine state. Slowly she spread her wings and she let her body fall off the branch and in midair her aviary state transformed into something entirely different.
Her wings began to morph into long appendages, while her head grew into an Arabian dished cranium and from those came a large rack. Within a split second once a golden eagle now a liver chestnut Arabians equine. Just in time she morphed her delicate daggers touched the moist earth sinking just slightly under her weight. Once fully transformed she trotted onto the earth and stopped slowly. Shaking harshly, her lengthy tendrils danced about wildly, along with her necklace. She was quite the site, like nothing else that walked these parts but she was beautiful nonetheless. Turning her body so she faced this new face she softly replied, her vocals the only thing that remained the same from her aviary form “My name is Zitkala, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
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[/b] her tones were confident, proud, yet warm towards her fellow species. [/justify] Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » sang ! M U S E » 6/10 ! W O R D S » 522! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » ! [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] |
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