Beqanna - Forest Frontiers

through my eyes; fart

Mon, 15 Aug 2016 01:11:21 +0000

lucie

through my eyes

The unicorn was cautious as she picks her way over the land. It was not hard to find the stallion who had offered her a home by following his scent. Yes...he had a rather 'unique' smell but it was better to use it to find the way to her new home rather than just hoping for the best.

The pale mare notes the various scents and sounds as she walks, painting a picture in her head. There were birds and water ways and even the dew of an early morning. She feels the earth soften when she stumbles down an embankment to slosh through glacier runoffs and the squish if sand turn to pebbles. But it is when trees break open that Lucie knows she has found the promised home. A small call bursts from between smiling lips as blind eyes look out blankly, lobes moving rapidly. "Fart? Fart, I've made it!" The sightless mare follows the call word simple, excited words.

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You should wear a warning [claim]

Sat, 13 Aug 2016 19:05:26 +0000

Luck. He had heard that word once before, back in the meadow among two others. She had said they were lucky, the three, lucky to have found each other. Fart did not believe it then, could not even wrap his head around the possibility but now, now he could fathom it, could entertain the idea. The touch was foreign to him, he rarely was so intimately close to anything and when he was well, he wasn’t proud of how or why. Yet she had done so freely, without coaxing, without request. It was the softest of touches, kind, just like Grumble had given to him once upon a time. It was nice this, even as brief as it was, it reminded him of a pleasant time, even if the good was short lived- just as the caress was. Nevermind that though, he was not a greedy being and he held that tingle in his mind for as long as he could after.

The she went even further with her bag of surprises, she said yes. Yes. To him, to a safe place, to a somewhere in which they could find company in each other and sanctuary from those that meant them ill. She said yes to sharing the world with him, even if that meant a small slice of the big picture. He smiled then, warmer and broader than he had in some time, even if the display was sort of goofy on his split face. This had to be one of those kind girls he had heard about, one of the nice ones. Never had he expected to actually meant another one, let alone be taken up on an offer of making a herd. That’s what it was, what it boiled down to in all technicality- a herd. Course he had to do the finding and the inviting and just until recently the thought had never even occurred to him. Who would want to herd with Fart anyways?

That’s all over now, that worry, at least for today. That first step had been taken and now it was simply up to him to find them a good spot. There is one he knows of, a good place, a nice place, a quiet one. It was near the Kingdom of the Falls, a lush foresty place with tall pine trees and a few others intermingled throughout. Fart thought the pine would help the smell, his smell, and of course it was quiet and cool. Plenty of shade and cover from the elements, fresh water to drink, it was as good as any place. Somehow or another he had brought her there, to show her, to see what she thought of it. He took his time in the leading, several times afraid that she might change her mind and he would be hoofing it to the forest on his own. It’s only when he reached the borders of the unclaimed territory that he really felt relief, offering it to her with a sense of pride. “This is uhh, the forest I was talking about. Do you like it? What do you think Seraphina?”

His muddy brown eyes had taken on a bit of shine since their departure from the meadow, likely from his new feeling of accomplishment. He really hoped he had picked a good spot, hoped that she would like it and would stay. Course he wouldn’t make her stay, not if she didn’t want to, he didn’t want her to feel trapped with him by any means. “It’s a nice place for those who need a home, things people don’t want around, things like me. That’s what I’d like to do I think, offer a home to mares who have nowhere to go, who need some kindness just like I do.” It was a rather deep share that, and he felt almost a bit silly for saying it out loud, but it was the truth.

dont you know that youre toxic?

@[Seraphina]

A Progeny For You; Birthing

Fri, 03 Jun 2016 00:41:14 +0000

you just activated a nuclear warhead

Sabe was fully pregnant, her stomach large, her ankles swollen to the point it was painful to walk. This truly only made her temper short, easier for her to lash out, this caused her to go into hiding, so she wouldn't run into anyone. She found a nice smaller barrier, it was a circle large enough for three maybe four full grown horses to group together comfortably. It was enclosed by pine trees, a golden ground from the pine needles that dropped off during the fall and winter and had now died. The trees were a bright green and the pine smell was strong during the spring, it reminded her of the first time she came here with Chemdog. She was the mare he claimed the herd lands with, he recruited many more but she grew more confident that he truly enjoyed her company, just as she grew to enjoy his. He was fun to 'play' with after all.

She had been uncomfortable for a few days, on and off cramping. But today, today had been extremely painful, the cramping was more consistent and growing stronger after every few contractions. She paced around in the opening for a couple of hours before she forced herself to lay down, the contractions grew to strong for her to bare. Eventually it came natural for her to begin pushing. This was her first foal and she was not fully sure of what to expect, or if what she was doing was correct. The pain grew stronger and an anxious whinny escaped from her; she continued to push.

and than there she was....

A bay foal layed on the ground beside her, a gorgeous dark bay with a black stripe down her back, one like Sabe's. She smiled at the foal moving her face closer only to realize it was a filly. Her ears pricked back slowly oh great a filly she snorted out loud, this filly would grow to a mare, the gender she couldn't stand to be around. She wanted to be angry with the filly, but for whatever reason her heart throbbed and she couldn't. Her ears moved forward to lay in a normal position, she extended her neck to groom and nuzzle the filly Hello Ruri she whispered out loud as she groomed the filly.

Sabé

@[chemdog]

the first born - sabe

Sat, 28 May 2016 21:31:07 +0000

@[Sabé]

He giant feet crunch across half-melted snow and slowly reviving moss carpet. His territory lies in a valley of sorts, hills to the west, high peaks to the east and south. Cool breezes and fresh water flow from the high peaks, lush grazing to the south. There are several meadows scattered among the ancient sequoias. His favorite lies at the bottom of the south-eastern ledges, where water runs from a mountain spring off of the gray stone to feed the small grove at its foot. All that is alive is a few bits of reluctant chutes that don't it's not spring yet. He picks at the greenery idly, swiveling his scooping black ears all around and keeping his sense of smell keen, hoping to come across one girl in particular.

Sabé.

As he chews thoughtfully he keeps his teal eyes peeled. He hasn't seen her up close in a few weeks. She is probably getting large as of late – spring is just around the corner. The snows are melting, rushing off of the alps and into his little valley. Rivers rage and the swamp lands are swollen with high waters.

He wonders just now how his first born is developing inside of his dun lovers belly. How is she doing, how is she carrying? Is she a good mother, he wonders. As he gets older he discovers more concern for more things. Gone are the days of frivolousness and uncaring. Now he must become meticulous, driven and clever. He must cultivate his family and his home. He'll raise them to the height of success – in whatever way he can. The beginning is with the woman and children, he assumes. He hopes, because that is the direction he's choosing to go.

chemdog

astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

<33
yay for ruri !
xD i'm so amped for the babyface

POSTS COMING!

Sat, 28 May 2016 12:20:20 +0000

@[Becca] @[Vessel] @[Sreva] @[Sabé]

I've been so so so so busy with work but posts are coming i promise! <33

I'm so sorry for the ridiculous waiting times xD

workworkwork

You'll sweep off her feet; Chemdog

Mon, 16 May 2016 22:52:14 +0000

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

Her lobes were poised, pinned down in an unsettling manner. She wanted little to do with the scum of a stallion that she had been given to. She didn't give a shit about his intentions, she wasn't going to simply breed with this dirty fucker. While she quietly kept her sweet thoughts to herself, biting her lip in temptation to simply blurt out dirty shit about this little bastard who seemed to have his head up his ass.

It had became apparent that they had finally reached the herdland, in a need of relief to get this little pest out of her sight. Becca, took a little jump forwards bolting forwards through the brush and out of sight. A blur of golden mane was all that was visable of the girl and she was off weaving through countless sets and rows of trees that were neatly filed in almost a formation. Left and right, Left and Right, over and over again. Until final she pushed through to a clearing, sides heaving from being out of shape. Her vaguely scarred appendages brushed against strands of grass as she lowered her head to graze. Nares of her nostrils flared as she intakes the scents of her new surroundings. She was unaware of where she was, to be honest she was lost.

Not that she would care, that stallion was out of her sights and there was no need to be near another male for the time being.

becca

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OOC: this is crap.
@[Chemdog]

A Beautiful Summer Moon

Sun, 15 May 2016 03:18:11 +0000

Sreva silently wondered if she'd made the wrong decision. Every instinct in her three-year-old gut was telling her to not follow the stallion, that he'd treat her like all the ones prior when she'd been forced to join their herds until she escaped. Sure, this one seemed different if only for the fact that he said he wouldn't force her to have kids, but promises, like Sreva's heart, could be empty. That was what was troubling her as the two horses made their way along a forest trail, heading toward Chemdog's home.

Almost tripping on a stone broke Sreva out of her thoughts. When she took in the scenery they were seeing, she was mesmerized. She hadn't been through this forest before, even though she'd explored much of the Field in the short time she'd been there. It... there was now words. Off in the distance, she could see the tops of some trees peeking up over the rest, which told her they were incredibly tall trees. The woods became a bit damp because of the moss, but that didn't bother her. If anything, it served as a soothing sensation for the skin that was still hot under her coat.

They traveled along the forest trail for a good number of hours, only stopping for a brief moment when their hooves got tired or if Sreva spotted a small river or creek nearby and wandered over for a drink of water. But when they came to the edge of the trees, the mare stopped short, her eyes widening as she beheld the land in front of her.

Around them stood nine stones arranged in a circle. Chemdog was tall, but these stones were at least twice as tall as the stallion. They were lit by the small beam of sunlight that still illuminated the sky since the night had not fully taken over, but Sreva didn't mind whether it was nighttime or daytime. Both of them were extremely beautiful in her eyes.

Almost not hearing Chemdog's words, the mare's ears twitched back and forth as she barely registered them.

Her eyes were fixated on the sun, almost as if she expected it to turn into the moon because Chemdog had asked her that question. "Yes... I do... both the sun and the moon... they're beautiful..."

@[Chemdog]

a thief in the night - vessel

Sat, 07 May 2016 14:35:11 +0000

"Yes, right behind you."

Her voice filled him with sickish delight. There were no forward plans to harm her – and if he could help it he will prevent distress as well...but there is no denying that he is among the beasts she should be protected from. Where is her family, anyway? He checks again to make sure she is behind him. A satisfied smile hangs loosely on his dark lips as he sees her coming along behind.

The route is actually not a lie. The safest and quickest way to the Chamber is to travel eastward and move through his own forest, then the high mountains and then to the Chamber's thick pines and open fields. It's always easiest to lie when you're not really lying, right? He finds this to be so. Simply form your words carefully. So down they go, first moving south for some time and soon cutting due east into the hills and then into the forests that border his own woodland home. He takes winding long ways, moving through swamps and up ridges (and back down them again), walking until morning threatens to peak over the horizon. The moon still holds her position against the clouds that are starting to swarm. She'll fade to their power soon. He can smell the storms in the distance.

"Where do you live Chem? You don't smell like the forest. You don't smell like the Falls or Chamber... I don't know any other places smell, yet."

He genuinely chuckles at her innocence. He had long ago cataloged many smells of countless places and things. Triggers happen naturally and quickly, like the nervousness on her breath and the sweet sound of her voice, or the patter of her feet close behind him. “I live just between the Falls and the Chamber, actually. In some deep woods were no one bothers me and my herd and I can thrive happily.” He attempts to make it sound as pleasant as possible because sooner or later Vessel is going to realize what he's trying to do...he hopes that won't be for sometime. As they walk he looses that initial feeling of calculated kidnap for leverage and more toward how he may just..have her. For himself. For the Forest.

“Your mother?” He slows down to walk beside her. “Who is your mother anyways?” He stops to offer her help up the steep embankment they've found themselves having to heave over. He lets her go first and supports her behind with his broad forehead. If she allows him to, anyway. “It's still quite a ways.” He answers her plea for home with something vague. He doesn't really have the details of this kidnapping down just yet...

They've been walking for hours through hard terrain. Nothing dangerous, but rigorous athletically. Even his own muscles were a bit sore. He hopes she her body will be begging for a break.

And then the rains came.

“Ah, spring rains.” He looks back to her, the sound of heavy rainfall beating in his ears and sopping his black speckled coat. Harder and harder it seems to fall as if the Gods wanted Chem to carry out his plan flawlessly and with no resistance. “Follow me!” He picks up the pace, thunder cracking across the dark sky and lightening flashing. “I know of some caves just over here!” he stops to make sure she is coming, shouting over the heavy deluge. They're only a few miles from the border of his Forest.

Chemdog

^{(orig. picture by mon-artefact on DA)}

@[Vessel]

ohhh booyy i think he is starting to...like like her..omg ruh ro
that's not supposed to happen, she's supposed to be pawn xD
damn it chem

Follow the Leader- [Chemdog]

Sat, 23 Apr 2016 22:26:33 +0000

you just activated a nuclear warhead

The buckskin mare trailed behind Chemdog, the black and white stallion. There travels were rather short from the Field to these lands, she gazed around peacefully as they entered what was assumed to be there new home. It smelled of pine, which was actually something she enjoyed and a smile grew on her face. The pine mixed with the smell of lake water and the area proved to be enjoyable. She walked infront of the stag, brushing her body against his in a flirty manner. She meant to tease him It wouldn't be fun unless she did tease him. "these are suiting lands" she said as she turned to look back at the stallion, hopeful he enjoyed the lands just as much.

The sound of rushing water was in earshot, although you couldn't see anything aside from the lake that seemed rather calm. There were trees everywhere, only allowing the perfect amount of sunlight to fade in. She took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds, before releasing. This is your new home she told herself, she didn't know what she wanted out of life, but she could see herself living her for time to come.

Sabé

@[Chemdog]

while my heart collapses like old clay;

Mon, 01 Jun 2015 13:56:04 +0000

Grey. Everything was Grey. Her heart, her soul, the skies, her outlook on life. Everything was cold, right down to her bone. She'd been bitter. Cold and bitter and lost and alone. It hadn't been a great life after leaving Orange County. She remembered fondly now, how Hakeem had been a caring and astute steed to her mother, how he had been a fatherly figure to her growing up. But it all came too much, she grew bitterly twisted as the seasons changed from winter, to spring, when the leaves fell in autumn on the County, she had disappeared. Alone. Far away, but never far enough. She saw all but said nothing. Was cool and calm, but inside a tempest rage boiled.

The blue roan mare wandered the meadow; as vast and vacant today as her mind. She had her wings stretched out but lazily dragging on the ground as she walked, each footfall seemed to take an eternity. She wondered if her mother's bleak outlook on life was hereditary, but often pinned her ears at the thought.

She was never going to be like Locket. she couldnt. She wouldn't.

But part of the blue lady thought that maybe, maybe she was half way here. But whereas Locket would die eventually. Nyryn was cursed to live on and on.

Such a bleak existence, an ageless and bleak existence. She was unsure whether or not the Forest Frontiers was a permanent fixture or a temporary boarding, but she needed space to think, space to contemplate.

And contemplate, with the world on her shoulders, Nyryn did.

• charon x locket • wings, immortality •

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Claimed with Nyryn

Fri, 29 May 2015 21:01:25 +0000

.....

Let your spirits fly

Thu, 28 May 2015 07:40:39 +0000

Aziz cantered through the forests neverminding his probmlems, the stallion kept cantering and weiving through the trees, his surprisingly large quantity of stamina would never fail him, he loved tunning through the trees letting the breeze brush his face and let his mane flow, he whinnied contacting the spirits, many thought he was crazy by doing this but he kept it to himself, the stallion slowed to a canter as he approached the frontier, he then slowed once more to a trot and halted when at the frontier, the stallion drooped his head down to the grass and grazed on its lush green and untouched beuty, the stallion looked up watching some birds, this was really his kind of place, the stallion then lay down and shut his eyelids

The stallion woke with a jolt hearing a stream rush back to life after the recent rainy weather, the stallion got up and shook himslef to get rid of any bugs or mud, the stallion gave a whinnie and started to trot along the frontier, he went one way then the other, he reapeted this several times as exhaustion finally took its poll, the stallion once more settled to graze.