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Post by Sacoorah on Jun 12, 2017 22:07:10 GMT -5
DA Link For Ref The sixteen hand, Lusitano, Akhal-Teke, Kiger Mustang crossed, three year old mare was not in her equine form, not this early in the morning. No, instead, she was peering at the world from above. Violet eyes scanned the world as she glided on warm updrafts of air on blue-gray wings. As she glided lower over the ground she was pretty much forced to take on her equine form again. After all, Cyprien had just learned she could shapeshift and just learned that she could command Earth. As she came closer to the ground, she would have broken her wings if she hadn't jumped from Falcon to equine. Smiling as she ran a few steps to regain her balance, Cyprien's red tipped tail flagged behind her as she ran. She loved the feel of the wind as it rippled over her coat, loved the way it pulled and tugged at her mane. Kicking her hind legs up Cyp slowed and then came to a stop. There, at the side of the creek Cyp stood and peered down at her reflection, violet eyes reflected back at her as she tilted her head. She really was a pretty mare. She'd never believed it before but as she continued to gaze at her own reflection, she was beginning to believe it. As fun as it was to stare at her own reflection, she wanted to do something different. Tossing her head, Cyprien took her gaze away from her reflection and looked around herself, making careful note of her surroundings. She wanted to make sure she knew where she needed to go to go back to her safe place in White Rock Field that night. Then with another smile, Cyprien reared up and started running. She wanted to race just because she could. And so, she did and was having herself a grand old time doing it. Word Count: Somewhere between 100 and 300 "Speaking" Listening Notes: This is open to anyone!
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Post by kay on Jun 15, 2017 6:39:20 GMT -5
MorisaX. Mare, Four years, Dunskin, 15 hh, Demonic, Coyote↖⁞⁞……~▫•◌•▫~……~▫•◌•▫~……⁞⁞……~▫•◌•▫~……~▫•◌•▫~……⁞⁞↗ Three nights, she had been here on the edge of the trees for three nights, and yet nothing had come her way. The lands seemed deserted, which was beginning to drive the mare into a frenzy of sorts. In her frustrations, she raised her leg and quickly began to strike and dig up the ground with her hoof. One. Two. Three. And then she saw it- from bird to horse- there was someone here! Excitement and the need for attention bubbled up within the fire-wielder’s chest, her heart beating faster and faster until…
Four paws pressed silently into the ground by the creek, trying to approach the mare as quietly as possible. She wanted to spook her- get her attention in a big way. She tried to be quiet, she did, but then the mare took off and the thrill of the chase was on. Yipping from behind the mare, Morisa’s canine ears and eyes were alert- chasing her prey. Of course, naturally a lone coyote could not take down a horse, so perhaps the mare she was chasing would realize no real damage could be done to her. Nevertheless, any chance she got, Morisa would “playfully” nip at the air around the mare’s hooves before slowing down to avoid a kick of retaliation.
Eventually, the coyote’s tongue lolled to the side of her mouth, canine teeth gleaming white in the rays of the light as the beast came to a stop. The sandy-colored coyote sat, panting, watching to see if the mare would halt her run and approach her once more. If she did, Morisa would be sure to change back into her hooved form before the mare could do any real damage to her canine skin.
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Post by Sacoorah on Jun 16, 2017 22:45:50 GMT -5
As she ran she was alert to her surroundings. That was why she was not surprised when she heard yipping from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Cyprien saw the coyote and half rolled her eyes. If there was one there could be others but her element told her that there was only the one chasing her. As it nipped at her flints and her pillars Cyp tossed her tiara and bucked.
She wasn't actually aiming to hurt the mangy thing, just to make it work more and harder. When she slowed and looked back the canine was sitting down, tongue lolling from its muzzle. Cyprien pivoted gracefully back around and paced toward the canine. Something seemed different about this canine, something off and Cyp tilted her tiara curiously again as she approached cautiously. When she stopped she locked her violet gaze upon the beast and tilted her towers toward it.
"Hello?" Cyprien asked as she switched her red tipped banner against her silvered flanks and rested a hind flint on it's tip. She knew the beings of this world could shift forms. Perhaps this canine was another being of this world. If so, Cyp's curiosity grew even more, who was this odd being? What did they want? What group were they a part of? What could Cyprien learn from them? So many questions, not enough answers. "Are you one of us? My name's Cyprien." Cyp told the canine and fell silent watching the coyote waiting.
Word Count: ~200 or 300 I would guess. "Speaking" Listening Notes: kay Hehehhehehehe, Awwww.
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Post by kay on Jun 20, 2017 7:16:22 GMT -5
MorisaX. Mare, Four years, Dunskin, 15 hh, Demonic, Coyote↖⁞⁞……~▫•◌•▫~……~▫•◌•▫~……⁞⁞……~▫•◌•▫~……~▫•◌•▫~……⁞⁞↗ Chuckling the best way she could in the form of her beast, the Coyote Morisa dodged and weaved her way to safety when the mare she was chasing bucked. The chasing was fun while it lasted and served to strengthen the muscles of the beast, which she now wished she had let roam the land more often. As she sat there watching and waiting, Morisa’s head tilted to the side in the very canine-like way, unable to hide her curiosity of figuring this mare out. She was indeed approaching a lone coyote, but it would seem that this mare knew the game and her charade was over… but not before trying to startle the mare one last time.
“BARK!” the beast yipped suddenly in reply to her curious hello, hoping to make her flinch just a little. Standing up and shaking, the coyote’s limbs began to shift until the being that stood there was no longer a coyote, but a mare. “Greetings, Cyprien.” The mare spoke smoothly, a wicked gleam and excitement taking over her eyes and rushing through her body as her need for attention was being quelled. “I am indeed one of you, but not quite…” the mare trailed off, wondering just where exactly their similarities started and ended. This Cyprien seemed too friendly, curious, and open to be a fire-wielder like herself.
“You are either stupid or brave to approach a beast such as a coyote and not truly knowing if it is with a pack or by itself.” Her comment was blunt, stressing the insult, but at the same time also taking on a relaxed body posture. Perhaps Cyprien could be useful- either now for attention or in the future for something more than just a chat. Perhaps if she could form a bond with this mare, Morisa’s deception would create an unknowing and unwilling ally for the Demonics, courtesy of Morisa herself. The idea of being the one to provide a source of information for the downfall of the other Angelics, Indifferent, and few remaining Feathers would give her fame, a spot in history, and placed on a proverbial pedestal. The greed and desire for this dream swelled and pooled within the mare, feeling the fire within her chest began to spark and take flame. But she had to be careful! It would reveal her true self and intentions, so taking a calming breath, the mare forced her body to relax once more, letting her ears prick toward the mare with interest, and released any remaining threatening body language while she awaited the mare’s response.
w/Sacoorah
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Post by Sacoorah on Jun 26, 2017 20:55:28 GMT -5
Tossing her tiara Cyp snorted as the canine barked at her and Cyprien shook her skull as she watched the canine ripple and soon, a mare stood where the canine had been. Towers flickered forth and Cyp tilted her skull as the mare spoke to her. Greetings, Cyprien. I am indeed one of you, but not quite… Ah, so this mare was a part of the world but maybe not of the same Elemental herd. You are either stupid or brave to approach a beast such as a coyote and not truly knowing if it is with a pack or by itself. As that phrase left the mare's muzzle Cyp had a good idea where she allied herself, this mare was likely a Demonic. Ah intriguing. The first Demonic she'd come across lately. Smiling a little, Cyprien parted her muzzle. "I am not stupid. Nor am I brave. I just happened to know you were alone. I specialize in Earth. It told me all I needed about you and who was with you. Besides, I know I could easily get away if needed..." Cyp told her with a smirk as she shifted and rested a hind flint on its tip. Tossing her skull again Cyprien spoke again, "Which herd do you hail from miss? If you hail from one." Cyprien said with another light laugh. This mare, this... Demonic was intriguing the silver hued Earth Bender. Cyprien smirked she was an Indifferent she'd settled on no particular herd to follow yet. She could still be swayed one way or the other, but it wasn't going to be easy to get her on one side or the other. She tipped her towers to the mare and waited, watching, ready to take off if she needed to. Whether that be upon hoof or wing. Word Count: ~200-300 "Speaking" Listening Notes: kay hehehehehe! :3
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