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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 11:16:55 GMT -5
Morga ran like the wind through her forest, the branches bending away from her body, and she rounded around her lake. She was thinking, of times gone by once more.
With lightning quick precision, she turned, and seemed to float across the ground for a moment before taking off again, her black tail like a flag behind her; her banner of death.
Merciless and cold, she could not afford it. She fulled with an iron hoof, and she made sure that the other horses knew that. With a vicious snort, she turned again, and took off through the forest.
This was her palace, and woe the one who entered it in hopes of trying to get on her 'sensitive side'. That side had died when her heart had been broken by the God.
Running quicker, she leaped over a root, like the wind, she carried herself, as fine as any flower, but she had violent defenses. Angrily, she struck out slightly before running once more.
She was the physical form of the wind, only deadlier. Her mane, and tail were black banners of death, her dappled body the scythe that would be the execution.
Morga would keep these horses under her rule. This was her palace, and she was going to keep it that way.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 20:43:32 GMT -5
The sunset was wonderful as the dark colored stallion walked through the forest. His large hooves made prints in the soft soil that he walked on. His long black mane hung down to his shoulder and his thick tail wished lazily back and forth. His green eyes were half closed, but his ears were moving all around. He hated this forest, with a passion, but only because of...her. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 20:51:28 GMT -5
"Where are you going Apollo?" Morga asked, her voice sounding cold and cruel.
She didn't like this stallion looking around, wandering around, without someone to watching him. That someone being her of course. No one else could watch him efficiently, or at all really.
Shifting, she stated, coldly, sharply, "It better be a good answer."
Snorting angrily, she stood above him, even though she was smaller then him.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 20:54:38 GMT -5
The stallion's eyes popped open quickly when he heard his name, and how it was spoken. He stopped in mid-stride and turned his head to look at her. He hated looking at her, it almost made his green eyes burn. "No where, m'lady. Just out for a stroll." He told her, his voice low and his eyes cast down. He was taller than the old mare, but that ment nothing. She was Goddess for goodness sake. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:00:21 GMT -5
"If you are just out strolling, then you won't mind my company then, will you?" Morga asked with a cold, false, sweetness.
She didn't like leaving this stallion on his own, and she eyed him. Just a stroll? It could be an attempt to leave, to try to outrun her control. It could not happen, but he could try.
Floating across the ground, she stood next to him, yet still was able to 'look down' at him.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 21:02:22 GMT -5
[OOC-Maybe she could have a little 'crush' on him...?]
The stallion looked at her, but it was like he was looking up at her. He blinked and then spoke, "I don't mind." He only spoke this because he knew if he didn't then he could be killed. He had seen other stallions killed by the mare beside him, and he didn't want to be one of them. He began to walk, with-out speaking to the mare beside him. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:07:56 GMT -5
Morga began to float across the ground beside the stallion, eying him. She wondered, thinking for a moment. Being the Leader, she could just order him around, and she hid the fact she loved her power when he agreed to let her come along.
Oh, he wouldn't have said no, not to her. None of them would have. Those that did, died.
[ooc: why else? hey, can she have foals?]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 21:10:12 GMT -5
[OOC-Yep, she can.]
The stallion looked forward the whole time he walked. He spoke nothing to the mare beside him, because he was afriad of her. Yes, a huge stallion like himself was scared of the small, old mare beside him, but she had powers. He kept his steady pace beside her, not speaking. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:14:11 GMT -5
Eying him again, Morga looked around. "You know Apollo, if you didn't try to wander off so much, I wouldn't be so harsh on you. But you insist, all the time. It hurts you know, how you try to run from me. Or is another mare you are running to Apollo?" Morga asked, voice calculating, sharp.
Yes, but he reminded him a little of the God, only more submissive. So big and black.
[ooc: when is the breeding season?]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 21:16:19 GMT -5
[OOC-Many time of year.]
The stallion wished his tail about him and listened to the mare. He took in a breath, but it wasn't like a gasp. "I'm not running to anyone. I'm just taking a walk." He told her. He had been out of the Middle Forest many times and crossed the desert and almost died once. He had bred with many females, but only because he had been chosen by so many. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:25:26 GMT -5
With a soft sigh, Morga nodded, accepting this. "Very well then Apollo," she answered, coldly, and she floated along beside him.
Picking up her speed a little, she nodded a little. "Come with me," she ordered, and walking toward the one place very few entered, if they valued their lives.
She wasn't foolish, she wanted to make sure no one would come across her at all. But first, she wanted to make sure this brute would be worthy of her.
Breaking out into a trot, her black banner flowed out, knowing he would follow.
[ooc: do you mind Toby]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 21:28:54 GMT -5
[OOC-Not at all.]
The stallion listened to the female speak. He didn't like speaking to her back, so he said nothing to her as she ordered him. He picked up his own pace and broke into a trot. His heavy hooves made some sound on the simi-hard ground. His breathing didn't sped up like most draft horse's breathing would. No, he was in shape and didn't get over weight, mostly he was under weight, but fit. "May I ask you something m'lady?" He asked her, his eyes cast down and his words soft. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:38:14 GMT -5
Slowing down, she turned, stopping, and stopped. "Of course Apollo. I love questions," she answered, still cold, just not cruelly.
Oddly enough, she wanted to know what he was asking, and she wanted to know how bold he would be. His blood would be good, if he sired a filly. A colt would have to learn to obey quickly, and severely.
Waiting for his question, she watched him.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 14, 2008 21:42:15 GMT -5
The stallion stopped his movements before he ran into her. He took a few steps back as she spoke to him. He cast his green eyes down to look at the dirt that his hooves had made prints in. It was weird to see only his hooves and maybe a few prints of her's along the way. "Where are you taking me?" He asked her. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 14, 2008 21:52:25 GMT -5
"To a place we won't be disturbed," Morga answered softly, and began to float off again.
Trotting again, she found that she might enjoy having a foal to raise. Unless it was a colt. If it was a colt, she would have to teach the colt to obey all mare's orders.
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