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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Jan 2, 2009 10:03:52 GMT -5
She frowns slightly as the colt doesn't seem to understand her. The Lights? I suppose I'd better explain. The horses are split into four different groups by what they believe and what they like. The Lights like peace and want a world without pain, I think. The Darks however, are completely the opposite. They erm... are sadi--well, let's just say they like causing others pain. Like Joker, your father. He is a Dark. There are Neutrals, who don't side with the Darks or the Lights, and then there are the Integrated herds, which have a little of each. Understand that? She smiles down at him, hoping he understands the in-the-nutshell explanation that she has given him. She tilts her head to the side. You probably shouldn't have to worry about that though, or else your mother might have told you. I wouldn't bring it up, with Joker though. I don't know how touchy he... um... is and can get. She looks around as they walk, taking in the surroundings. Then she looks back down at Pirate, thinking of the day that Joker's cursed foal would be by her side one day.
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Post by Halo on Jan 7, 2009 11:14:18 GMT -5
The young colt listens carefully, intent on learning what he can about the world outside his world. He hasn’t gotten much of a chance to know things, though his mother had seemed to have made a distinction between herself and Joker. She hated his father, for reasons he couldn’t understand; she would tell him that he is too young. Maybe she was worried he’d be corrupted by whatever she had to tell him, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter at this time, though, as he simply wishes to enjoy what he can out of his life now.
He giggles quietly and tosses his head. “Yeah, he can be preeetty grumpy.” Pirate has not had his father’s rage taken out on him as of yet, but he has seen what happens to others in the herd, or outside, when they defied or angered him. He has to say it didn’t look like fun, but was in fact scary to watch, to see someone get so mad that they can’t inflict enough pain on the other being. An involuntary shiver runs down his spine, causing his tail to flick as the tremble reaches down his tail. “Scary, too.”
~Pirate
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Jan 8, 2009 18:44:13 GMT -5
She nods, dipping her head low. Her mind wanders back to when she had angered the stag in the caverns. She shivers as she remembers how scary and angry she had made him. She'd never tell him, but she had felt fear. Yet, it had also felt good to defy him, to let him know that he doesn't rule the world, and not everyone will follow him.. willingly, at least. A small smirk rearranges her features, and she quickly makes her face straight, hopefully before Pirate noticed. Then she realizes that he is probably waiting for an answer, so she says: Yes, scary too. Her voice is soft as she says this, for she is still partly thinking about the unwanted voyage into the caves. If she hadn't wandered here at all, while she was exhausted, if she hadn't let Joker fool her into staying over for the night... She sighes. He had seemed so nice before, but it was just a cover-up for what was lurking beneath. A wolf in sheep's clothing. He had only wanted her for one thing, something tells her, and he has used her. So why can she not leave, and have her foal, and raise it in a decent life? Not one of misery led by Joker? Not one where he or she knows both parents, and they hate each other? Would it not be better if the foal never knew their father, have him shrouded in mystery? Yes, perhaps that was better. She shakes her head, and she snaps out of her thoughts. She smiles down at the colt, wondering what is wandering through his little mind.
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Post by Halo on Jan 12, 2009 12:22:30 GMT -5
Legacy prances a little in the same pace as his walk, simply to enjoy the thrill the gait sends through his body as he tries to summon the collection required to curl his neck at his pole and hold the position. He can’t hold it for long before he returns to the simple, prance. He’s seen some horses pull it off in such a pretty way. She was an arabian, he thinks, but he can’t be entirely sure if that’s right. But it had looked fun. He hasn’t been able to master it yet, but one day he will.
The colt looks back at his older companion when she seconds his opinion of his father’s dangerous moods. He grins, glad someone else sees it the way he does. But his attention to it is short lived as the crystalline trees part to show a tundra like scene and the first violet crystal they have come upon. He shrieks with excitement, bounding forward and running around the object, his hinds slipping beneath him as he goes. “Look, look! See, I told you! Pretty, huh?”
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