This Is Your Life

[Swifthoof]

This is your life
Are you who you want to be?

Sunlight filtered in the branches of the trees, making the white mane and tail of a steel gray stallion shine. His dark gray tipped ears were pricked for danger as were his dark sapphire eyes, flicking around for any unfriendly company. Of course, he knew he shouldn't even be here being a Cimarron member and all, but really, he could care less. A small smirk crossed his dark muzzle as his head lifted toward the direction of the river as it tumbled down into a waterfall. He shuddered. Definately don't want to get caught in that he thought as he walked toward the river then stopped at the shore.

Water sprayed onto his legs and he carefully lowered his head to take a drink. His ivory tail flicked behind him, chasing away flies and other things when he felt his hooves suddenly slip and his front half fell into the rushing water followed by his other half. He squealed in surprise and treaded the water, desperately trying to keep his head afloat. His teeth bared in determination as he swam as hard as he could, but the current was too strong. So much for not getting caught in it he thought as his body slammed into a rock and he hung his head over it, trying not to get swept away.

[[R].ebel]

Nothing can stop me...
Nothing will hold me back...

Hooves thundered across the ground, carrying the small bay mare across the land at amazing speed. Her nostrils flared for breath, though she hardly noticed. This was her training to be the toughest of the tough. She forced herself to zig and zag from left to right in ways that could make a horse lose thier balance, but she stayed on her hooves.

Coldheart knew where she was and knew this was her home. A river was just ahead, one she had jumped many a times in her training. She galloped on, preparing to make the jump. A few bushes blocked her view but she knew this river by heart and did not need to see where it began and where it ended. Gathering herself, Coldheart rushed through the bushes and leaped, her hooves stretching for the opposite side of the banks. With grace and ease, she landed on the other side but instead of a continuous run, she slid to a stop and turned to face the water. She thought she had seen the glimpse of a stallion and she was right. Clung to a rock was a gray stallion whom she did not know but she could already tell one thing...Cimarron.

Coldheart snorted and pawed the ground, a small grin apeareing on her muzzle.

"A fitting place for a Cimarron member."

[Swifthoof]

His ears soon pricked to the sound of hoofbeats and he flicked his eyes around for the source. Soon, a small bay mare appeared, leaping over the rushing water and landing on the other side. Hearing her words, he glared at her. Well, thanks for the help! he yelled over the noise of the water. Then he soon lost his grip and was carried away. Water closed in over his head, but he struggled to stay afloat. His eyes soon caught the sight of a vine hanging on the edge of the shore and he launched himself at it, managing to grab it with his mouth.

With a mighty kick, he leaped forward, his front hooves touching land, but his back half was still in the current. His teeth bared in determination as his muscles strained to get him up onto the land. Snorting, he scrambled up, his front hooves sending dirt flying as he finally heaved himself onto the shore, his body shaking in exhaustion.

[[R].ebel]

Coldheart snorted as the stallion began to drift downstream. She followed, not really knowing if it was to watch him die or what but she continued at a walk until he pulled himself to shore. With a fierce neigh she reared up and slammed her hooves into the ground, challenging him.

“What is a Cimarron doing on Darksun lands?”

[Swifthoof]

The sound of hooves made him look up and he watched as the mare neighed fiercely, slamming her hooves on the earth. What is a Cimarron doing on Darksun lands?. He smirked as he slowly rose to his hooves, wincing slightly from his wounds. Just thought I'd take a swim he said, sarcastically, the bay's attitude making him short tempered.

[[R].ebel]

Coldheart snorted, un-amused by his sarcasm.

“You have no rivers in you territory? How would you feel to see Alasdi on this matter of trespassing? I’m sure he’d be ‘delighted’ to see you.”

She threw her own sarcastic remark in but did not seemed amused by her own sarcasm.

OOC: Augh….bad post…

[Swifthoof]

You have no rivers in you territory? How would you feel to see Alasdi on this matter of trespassing? I’m sure he’d be ‘delighted’ to see you.

A small smirk crossed his maw as he tossed his head, sending some water droplets into the grass. Well then bring him on over. Mind if I bring some apples in greeting to your all mighty leader? he shot back, a barely visible grin appearing on his muzzle.

[emily]

Gethsemane was,alas,three and a half years old.This time it took was the same it did for every year--twelve months--times three. But she often heard that the first three years stretches on forever,seeming almost four years.This she might have said herself,but she does not have a lot of other years to compare it to,for she has not experienced much other years yet.But this she can say truly:It has been a long third year of her life,and she was almost four.

And now she has escaped her wretched mother and her herd,by coming here.She does not talk to the other horses,but now her anger has soothed some,and anger,along with shyness,comes more often than happiness,however she wishes it wouldn't.If her home life was different,perhaps she would control her feelings better,but it was not,and she does not.

Gethsemane always loved autumn.She loves to step on the crisp leaves,and she marvels the gold and auburn colors that steal into the trees.As she reaches out her hoof to delight in the gentle crunch,she is disapointed;what little rain there was to turn the leaves soggy.She glares disaprovingly at the leaf,then turns and heads off to where the leaves are falling fresh from the trees.Perhaps one will crunch there.


When she does stop by the lovely trees,she forgets herself in all the beauty and hums quietly and happily to herself.Today is a good day,and good days do not come often,especially for grumpy Gethsemane.She will take advantage of it,and make the memories last.She keeps humming and standing there with her eyes closed,wisps of her black mane blowing as she drifts into dreamland....(Haha wake her up then you'll see the true Gethsemane.)

IT'S NOT OVER TIL THE DEAD BIRD SINGS

[[esperanza]]

{{OOC//Emily, it's summer.}}

somewhere between H A P P I N E S S and S A D N E S S

The wind tossed the ebony mane of a bay stallion, whipping it in front of his eyes as he trotted through the grassland. His destination was toward the west; the scent of a strange horse had carried in the wind. If there was one thing the leader of the Darksun herd would not stand for, it was intruders.

As he neared the waterfall that bordered his territory, the sound of horses talking was audible over the roar of the falls. Nares flaring, he caught the scent of one of his mares, a filly, and a stallion from the Cimarron.

The stallion, steel gray in pelt, stood on the shore, dripping wet and breathing heavily. Coldheart was staring at him, a sarcastic gleam in her eye, and the ebony filly was just standing there with eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to anything else.

The blood bay tossed his head and let out an angry snort. "What is the meaning of this?"

i need to C A L C U L A T E

[emily]

[--coughcough-- didn't notice.--smacks self--]

Dark bay pelt quivered as a fly landed,but Gethsemane's eyes were still shut.A thought of her mother popped up,but she pushed it away and thought about this one colt in her ex-herd.He was not like the others.He looked like them,but he acted different.Once,when Gethsemane was a small foal,she was crying,lost and alone.She remembered him coming up to her and nuzzling her sweetly.Thoughts of his warm words gurgled through Gethsemane's mind

Please Don't Cry. Your too beautiful for that

the words bubbled and swimmed through her mind over and over.They never failed to bring a smile to her lips.She'd often imagine their next conversation,not that the colt was around anymore,but oh how she wished he was.He would be a big and strong and handsome colt and hid pelt would shine a pure white....

Gethsemane stood at the edge of the meadow where the trees lined the grass.Maybe the charming colt would be there.But now she was getting tired of those silly day dreams.Of coarse the colt would not be there.But Gethsemane never told herself that.She dreamed about him some more,savoring the moment......

And just like that,it was ruined. Gethsemane's mind snapped back into focus and her eyes flew open as she spotted a stallion.She was disapointed,for though it was a male who stood before her,it was not that male.It was not that colt.But with a sigh she let go of the fantasy.She was just being a stupid little girl,filling her head with fantasies that only seemed innocent.

Ever so,she hesitated before speaking,filling that time by glaring at the stallion with deep,dark sapphire-blue eyes that had hints of amber and violet in them too.Her bay pelt quivered with anger and she switched her black tail in aggitation.This stallion had ruined her moment.Her good day that now was over.So,flattening her ears,she spoke in a hard stone-cold voice that was bitter-sweet and sharp like a bee-bite but was coated with sweet honey.RAWR.


Who Are You?

[[R].ebel]

OOC: Please don't flood me out, Emily. you need to wait for others to post.

BIC:

Coldheart snorted, ears pinned back on her neck. That remark was enough to start her fighting. She just ready to unleash her anger on the stallion when Alasdi's scent reached her. With a smile, she replied:

"Why don't you tell him yourself?"

With a bow of her head to her leader, Coldheart took one step back from the gray stallion, allowing chance for Alasdi to deal with him.

"He is Cimarron, Alasdi. A tresspasser who claims to have just come to swim."

[Swifthoof]

The stallion snorted as he caught the scent of another nearby and his body tensed a bit, but his sapphire orbs remained calm. Who are you? came the voice, belonging to the filly nearby. Tossing his head, he answered. Graystorm. As soon as the words left his mouth, a new scent entered his dark gray nares. Alasdi. A small smirk crossed his maw as he turned to face the Darksun leader, defiance in his dark blue eyes. What is the meaning of this? came his question.

Snorting, he said nothing, allowing the bay mare to explain. He is Cimarron, Alasdi. A tresspasser who claims to have just come to swim.
A small grin crossed the stallion's muzzle as he nodded in agreement to the mare's words, yet said nothing more.

[[esperanza]]

what C R E A T E S my own M A D N E S S

Venom-green eyes narrowed in a cold glare as the bay stallion took a step towards the Cimarron horse, ignoring the filly for the moment. "Graystorm," he echoed, his voice threatening yet emotionless. "There isn't enough room to swim in your own territory?" He searched the stallion's eyes, his own burning with hatred.

Alasdi then turned to the bay filly, who seemed to be angry. "This isn't the best place for foals," he told her in a quiet, but still cool, tone.

and i'm A D D I C T E D to your P U N I S H M E N T

{{OOC//No muse.}}