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Post by ZITKALA on May 21, 2012 18:04:23 GMT -5
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The golden eagle’s wing span glided across the flat, looking for any rodent to catch its attention. Every few moment the monster wings moved to get momentum but it barely took anything to keep the wonderful aviary moving. Orbs scanned the sagebrush but nothing seemed to catch her attention. As if shrugging she let her body move effortlessly, higher in elevation, letting the hot wind blow heavily against her beak. Closing her golden orbs she breathed silently, enjoying the feeling of it all…
Slowly the aviary’s lids slid open and in the distance she saw a familiar silhouette. A smile spread across he4r features as she dived down gaining momentum as she flapped her wings once, and moved quickly towards the painted equine. Dipping down low she swooped towards the equine, nearly colliding with her, she let her talons collapse around the lengthy tendrils of the equine’s mane but only held on long enough to lift it up but not pull. It was a playful gesture as the eagle flew straight up about three hundred feet then flipped around and let her wings fold back making her a torpedo and free fell back to the realm at a death-defying speed.
Just about five feet above the realm’s surface the eagle took into a different form. Within seconds the aviary form morphed into equine form. Wings pulled into length tendons while feathers grew into short cropped hair. The tail lengthened an immense amount into lengthy whipcord while the beak grew into a muzzle. Everything completely changed except one part, her eyes. The eyes were still the same cerulean orbs. Once her tendons placed firmly on the surface of the earth she danced into a delicate trot. Flipping her cranium, crimson tassels danced about along with a large rack. Her necklace dangeled against her chest as she moved about freely. Quickly she turned back around and jogged towards the painted equine. Playfully her soft lip nipped at the paint’s tendrils and danced back away. Playfully she exclaimed “I thought I had lost you!”
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[/b] She giggled playfully for they both knew that was impossible… Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » open ! M U S E » 7/10 ! W O R D S » 614 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » ta da ! [/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 PARADOX on May 21, 2012 18:28:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png]  Standing between boulders and rocks of all sizes the paint mare listened as the summer air roasted her flank. Yet part of her didn't care as much. Crystal eyes flickered across the ground, and then up to the sky. Hearing the flap of wings, the mare rolled her eyes. Her friend had changed forms again. She wouldn't mind saying it wasn't fair, Zitkala could change into a bird whenever she pleased. Shaking her locks she glanced around waiting for her to land and become the mare she knew. Yet when she felt the talons grasp her locks, then drop them, she whipped her skull to face the bird. Watching as she took off towards the sky, she snorted. Show off the mare shouted after her. Gracefully the mare trotted a few steps forward. Watching as she dipped in the air and came towards the ground. Knowing she wouldn't kill herself, she rolled her eyes again. Oh the memories of the lectures of when she did that. Snorting with amusement, she watched as her friend turned to her equine self and came towards her.
“I thought I had lost you!” Snorting with amusement, Paradox pranced towards her. The feathers in her mane whipped from one side to the next. The dream net touched her back legs. You mean I almost succeeded in losing you this time?! she gasped. Her blue orbs widen in mock surprise. Running her teeth over the mare's flank in welcome, she turned to her side. I can't believe you'd ever think I'd try and lose you! Paradox mumbled. Her eyes darkened, emotions over taking her. Turning her back to Zitkala, a smile slowly spread across the painted mare's lips. Her eyes returning to their bright color, she turned her head so she could see the mare, she smirked. Her eyes flashed, and she waited for her friends response.
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Post by ZITKALA on May 22, 2012 13:10:40 GMT -5
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Once back into her equine form, she felt the feeling of being caged in. She no longer had wings that could carry her to where ever she wished; all she had now were lengthy legs that could only carry her o hard surfaces. With her wings she could walk on water, climb to the highest mountain, and soar to any place she wanted. Her wings meant freedom. For a moment she found herself lost in thought on how blessed she was to have such wonderful things. Her daydreaming was shattered with Paradox’s sarcastic words, “You mean I almost succeeded in losing you this time?!” Zitkala laughed along as she shook her cranium, letting her own cerulean orbs flash vibrantly. Feeling her enamels, she softly nudged her sister warmly and replied softly “I can't believe you'd ever think I'd try and lose you!” Shaking her head prominently and responded sweetly, “Nothing could tear us apart, sister.”
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[/b] Of course they weren’t sisters by blood, but as far as they knew they were more, sister than any other out there. They were like peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly, or rainbows and butterflies! These two Proeliators were a pair fit to b tied and Zitkala wouldn’t know what to do with herself without being with Paradox. Zitkala tenderly smiled and let her delicate body gracefully take a few steps and then dropped her cranium to the crusted earth. The sagebrush around them were every where. It was to hot for grass but the flower buds and new growth on the sagebrush was always a good meal. Lips wiggles about a plant searching for the fresh life and greedily ate what she could find. A few pests landed on her unblemished pelt, causing her lengthy whipcord to slap again her barrel. For awhile she grazed silently moving from one bush to the other. The only equine that seemed to eat sagebrush were the Proeliators for they were accustomed to it since only one of their territories even had enough vegetation. Of course they could go to the open lands but Zitkala did her best from venturing to far. Just as she felt here stomach feel as if there was something substantial she lifted her dished cranium and gazed into the horizon. The sun was about ready to set sail, causing vibrant colors of reds oranges and yellows shoot across the sky. Very few clouds litter the magnificent scene. Taking her gaze off the scene, she looked over her shoulder to Paradox and replied dreamily, “We need to do something…. Not quite sure what that something is….”[/b] Pausing for a moment she redirected her eyes towards the sky and finished softly, “but we need to do it.”[/b] She wasn’t being the clearest but she assumed her friend would understand—what Zitkala meant was adventure… Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » paradox ! M U S E » 7/10 ! W O R D S » 610 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » we need to figure something out for these two ! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by PARADOX on May 23, 2012 9:36:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png] Feeling the crusted earth beneath her feet, she enjoyed the early morning air as the sun began to come over the hills. Part of her dreaded a new day was already here while another part of her was excited for a new adventure. Smiling to herself, she listened as her friend spoke again as she came near the painted mare. “Nothing could tear us apart, sister.” She smiled. She knew Zitkala believed that, in fact in their species most of them were loners or had forced companions, you could say it was weird to see to mares so close together and not be physically blood related. They didn't need to be blood related. Paradox supposed real sisters couldn't be as close as these two were. Althought, Paradox had never shared what happened to her to become what she was and if she had to be honest with herself, she wouldn't know how to put it into words.. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she answered sweet, "Don't I know it, love."
Watching as her friend lowered her head to graze, she turned her attention on her surroundings. Closing her eyes she let the warm air enter her nostrils and seep into her body. Opening her eyes, her blue orbs scanned the area, as if waiting the appearance of a unwelcomed stranger. But there was not a one. Relaxing her should muscles she lowered her head to inhale the sweet smell of sage brush and crusted earth. She loved this smell, grass had a sweet tangy smell, yet the sage brush and crusted earth smelt real. Like it didn't have any "additional" flavor. Moving her lips across the ground she plucked its bearings as she grazed silently by her friend. As she listened the silent surrounding, she watched as Zitkala raised her head and looked towards the distance.
“We need to do something…. Not quite sure what that something is….” she smiled. Zitkala wasn't known for not doing something. She was known for always doing something. Paradox on the other hand was more relaxed but would never say no to an adventure. “but we need to do it.” her smiles turned downward and her eyes clouded. That was the question, what to do. Thinking over her friend thoughts that were thought out loud. She sighed, there was nothing to do! Annoyance took its turn in her. Rolling blue eyes she returned her eyes back on Zitkala. Mischief replaced the annoyance. "What if we took our flanks and headed to the kitty lands and see what they could offer us. Let us have some fun" Paradox said, like a child begging for candy. She needed to stretch her legs, let her body feel its power she had discovered. She needed to be mean. Something she wouldn't do to Zitkala, but would gladly do to some unlucky flank. "Your know you want to, love. Please, please ,please!" Paradox mumbled as she slowly made her way closer to her friend, leaning against her she stared at her. Crystal blue eyes against her golden ones.
comments // they do need activity.. the herds needs to FEAR them!
rating // 8 out of 10
word count // five hundred & ten
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Post by ZITKALA on May 24, 2012 13:02:58 GMT -5
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Once she decided to speak her mind her wild cerulean orbs looked to Paradox for her response. Of course she was calmer and a bit less adventurous but they made a good pair. Although she was less enthused about adventure she was slightly ‘meaner’. She loved playing tricks and targeting other for some fun games while Zitkala would rather fly around and find some crazy mountain to climb or swim an ocean to get to a magical paradise. This mare just had a hard time standing still. It seemed Paradox agreed that something did need to be done!
"What if we took our flanks and headed to the kitty lands and see what they could offer us. Let us have some fun" Zitkala rolled her orbs and giggled softly, it was so like her to want to do that. Shrugging slightly as she looked at her friend questioningly, she teased lightly. As her friend her leaned on her she nudged her sister playfully and stepped away and sighed as if she didn’t want to… “Your know you want to, love. Please, please ,please!" Slowly she looked as if she was really contemplating it and then replied teasingly, “I guess… what evil scheming are you planning Miss Paradox?”
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[/i] Tilting her cranium slightly she caulked her hip comfortably and snickered at her friend, awaiting her plans of mass destruction… Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » paradox ! M U S E » 3/10 ! W O R D S » 377 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » so true, all needs to fear them ! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by PARADOX on May 24, 2012 21:17:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png] Bright blue eyes sparkled, in would be in a moment like this, you wouldn't ever be able to guess the species Paradox belonged to. Her eyes sparkling, like a foal getting its first flirt. Her lips turned upward in a cruel smile. Honestly, she didn't know what she wanted to do over there, she just knew she wanted to do something. She wouldn't mind charming her way into a cute little stallions heart and then ripping it in two. She had been asked before if she cared who she hurt, and she had answered a simple no. She had never felt the belonging and need that most mares wanted to feel. She didn't need it to survive, she need lust and power to survive. Screw love. As of right now, the only thing she needed in her life was herself and Zitkala. Part of her deep down, knew she was scared of losing her friend, weather it be the way she lost her old herd, her old self, or simply that the sorrel mare just walked away like she had down to everyone she knew that cold night. Her eyes darkened as her thoughts darkened. Shaking her skull roughly, she
“I guess… what evil scheming are you planning Miss Paradox?” She titled her head sideways, something she did often in thought. "Well, sister, I was wondering what you think we should do.." she said sweetly, letting her eyes fall on her friend, she cleared the emotion from her face, hoping to look as sweet and innocent as completely possible for the the painted mare. it was difficult to say the least.
comments // bring it baby
rating // 5 out of 10
word count // two hundred & severnty
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Post by ZITKALA on May 25, 2012 17:37:00 GMT -5
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[/b] Letting her delicately long tendons extend into a beautiful trot she moved through the hot land smoothly. The sage brush scraped against her thin pelt, but deserved no response. With each step her light daggers caused a small puff of cloud, letting her whipcord hanging high like a flag. Waiting for Paradox move up next to her, she tilted her cranium slightly and looked to Paradox. Slowly she asked focusing her sight back to in front of her as they neared a large rocky incline, “So what shall it be today? Breaking some one’s heart or their face?”[/b] She laughed at her own joke, tossing her cranium up into the heavens and playfully kicked out, breaking into a casual lope, her pistons planting firmly on the crusted earth. Squeeling she extended her nape and nipped at Paradox’s whithers and polted forward once more kicking out in a playful manner, sending dust into the direction of her sister. Giggling she yelled over her shoulder, “Race you to the top of the hill!”[/b] Of course she could morph into her other form but what would the fun in that be? The hill she referred to was much more than a hill, it was a huge incline, on the side of a small cliff littered with large rocks that made it very hard for equine to travel up. Lengthening her stride she darted towards it, pinning her pricks against her cranium, as the breeze flew through her long tendrils. With a mile wide smile she made her way to the bottom of the incline and started the trek. The first step she took, the rocks crumbled under her weight and rolled down, causing he to almost slip but caught herself just in time. Laughing she called back, “Come on you slow poke!”[/b] Zitkala walks. Zitkala thinks.[/i] "Zitkala talks."[/b] T A G » paradox ! M U S E » 7/10 ! W O R D S » 378 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » ready set go ! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by PARADOX on May 25, 2012 19:06:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png] Chuckling to herself, she watched as her friend pushed her, her steady legs holding her balance well. The paint heritage she carried showed in her sturdy build. She was slim but with a athletic stream of health running through her. A smile made its way as she followed in a smooth trot after her friend. The sage brush scraping her already wounded legs. Small scars were barley visible, only one who really studied the mare's legs could see them. One usually never could because the mare hardly ever stood still long enough. Let us, it would be much better then just standing around like ducks Paradox mumbled, as she followed the sorrel mare. Excitement running through her veins. She was ready for the action she felt coming on. Bring it mother nature!
Nearing Zitkala, she heard the joke. It made a smile appear on her lips. Nipping at her shoulder, she focused her attention on the rock they were slowly approaching. Energy surging through her tendons, she moved slightly to the left, avoiding it. I hardly think it matters, but we'll just have to see what is thrown our way.. She said, half to herself and half to her friend. Thoughts went through her mind, nothing to extreme but then nothing so boring it'd make a mare go insane.
Race? She felt the energy leave her body as she turned her legs into a easy run. Her body moving with Zitkala, she surged forward.
No cheating! I ban you from turning into your friend Paradox snipped at her. Pulling at her mane, she jerked forward, her front legs reaching the sage brush and pulling it from its roots. Her dark hooves killing anything in her way. Now who's the slow poke Paradox through over her shoulder. A sly smile spread over her face as she silently climb the incline of hill. Her crystal eyes scanning the horizon. Her mane and tail flowing in the breeze, the feathers in her mane tickling her ear. She wondered what one saw when they saw her.. Did they see a little indian pony? Maybe a beautiful mare? Maybe both. Funny thing was, she was neither.
comments // who do we attack.. hmm
rating // 7 out of 10
word count // three hundred & sixty-one
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