Zeniko thought about the horse he met bevor. She looked like very nervously. He didin´t know anything about the group he is in now. But Illium looks like very good, strong and right. He often had a good think about other animals. So he was sure about the choice the made. It was the right for the wolve.
He felt alone, need other sozial contacts with animals like him. Wolves, maybe dogs too, he saw a lot of them in the valley.
The weather get better, a lot of time later, so he felt the first time here not durty. So much rain. To much for the earth, but now, now the sun was shining and all looks like friendlier.
He went away from his pack, or his herd, he didn´t know, how he can call them now. But all other members were horses, so maybe herd was better.
What else.
Interested he went away and saw cliffs. Big and strong, every he looked.
He took a deep breath and und looked around.
It was very silent there. Not about the noises from the cliffs, but no animal noises. He felt very good and got his balance back.
The wolve closed his eyes, took another deep breath. He smelt the saltet wather, the nature and all of them was so clean.
Nothing to match like the time in the humans zoos. The air there were very heavy, full of smells all human thinks. He never missed the freedom, when he lived there. But now... He couldn´t missed the humans. Not the most time. Only sometimes, if he was alone for a long time.
His steps were strong and very sure, silent, when he neared the cliffs. He saw the dog nearly, a female, very cute dog. But he is not interessted in any things about that. Only maybe a time for fighting the loneliness.
For a short time.
In his deep balance he went to her. Maybe I´m looking about a beautiful dog. But maybe I´m only to look about the valley, I´m in. What´s your explanation?
Clear eyes on every move of the black-white dog. Every ready to defense him, to save his live and attacked the other, if she was angry about him. If she want´s to fighted with him, because he was alone.
The encounter with the red mare had been deemed to end bad right at its beginning. And, believe it or not, it came as expected. Scared to a point where reason and consciousness couldn't reach him anymore, Will had fled the scenery. Just as he had when he first met another horse in this valley. God, how incapable could one get? Lost in thought, the black stallion shook his head just slightly, his long black curls shaking in the wind. When following a train of thoughts he tended to sort of leave his body, it just trotting on following an unwritten path, whilst his head was already elsewhere. He had to get his emotions under control. He had reached a point where he almost wasn't viable anymore. Yet he was somehow still alive, trotting away on a path towards the ocean. He could smell the salty, fresh breeze on his tongue. It lingered in his nose and made his nostrils tremble in excitement. The ocean always reminded him of home. Of parenthood. Oh, how he missed the feeling of safety he had gained when he was only a tiny filly. And that sense of childhood overflowed him when he visited the Oceanside. He couldn't await the moment his hoofs stepped on white, creamy sand and he could hear the waves splashing against the shoreline. It could fool him into that feeling of safety, even if just for some few moments. He would be able to catch some breath, maybe increase his chance to regain stability. The sound crashing waves came up, and first he couldn't believe his ears. But then at the end of his view he could see them, the horizon was laid out in beautiful orange and red colors as the sun began to rise above the sea. He raised the speed of his steps, aware of the shifting in the ground's texture. Suddenly his hoofs made loud, irritating noise on the now stony ground and when he came to stand he found himself on top of a gigantic cliff. Well, goodbye romantic beach. Hello deadly cliff. He snorted at this thought. But very soon his nerves calmed as he watched the water splash against the stone wall beneath him. His breathing evened out, his chest rising in a slow rhythm. He revealed the strain on one of his legs and could feel some peace coming over him at last.
[ Sorry Jasmin for not answering your search, but Mayla's in need of Canine partners and Will is just too frightend to encounter a predator just jet :C I'd prefer a friendly horse as a partner here, best one would be a member of a herd. ]
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"I could use a good scream. I can feel one perched under my chin."
16.11.2015, 01:03
» Rebekah Dieser Nutzer/Charakter wurde gelöscht.
Will
Her heart stopped. Just for a moment she thought that would be bad. But then she remembered the dead body, she called her own. Even if she didn't breath, her heart didn't beat, she won't die. Blood alone was necessary to keep her alive. And maybe love. In all these years, Rebekah thought she was strong, independent, better on her own. But since Klaus walked away from her - both actually and figuratively - she became colder and colder. Bitterness took possession of her. Most horses fear her. They don't want to be with her. And so Rebekah didn't talk for a while.
That's why she went to the cliffs of doom. It wasn't that she made hopes for society. There will be ne one at that dreary place at all. But maybe the waves and the sound of the see can be her company. Her hoofes shuffled through the sand. The sand became coarse and the landscape changed. The lovely beach became an unlovely hell of stones. The cliffs shimmered black und deadly. A strong wind grabbed some strands of her mane. The salty smell felt pleasantly on her lips. For a second she closed her eyes and opened all of her other senses. She smelled another horse, she heard another horse, she felt another horse.
Her eyes turned wide open. Her view touched the darkness, until she discovered the stranger. He was hard to find, black as the night. With careful steps, which were unusual for her, she approached him. "Hey..." she whispered. Her voice was friendly, but cold in a way, she couldn't explain. Maybe she lived for to long and in fact she fled her entire live. Every stranger could mean danger. That's why Klaus tried to ban her friendships. And mostly she did, what he want her to do. But... she was so lonely and Klaus wasn't there for her. He lied to her. Also her entire life. She didn't know who to trust. But if there war so no one to trust, there was no one to live for. So she could also accept the danger, before she died of loneliness.
Silent had fallen over him, only interrupted by the sound of the waves crushing against the cliffs. Accompanied by this silence Will had watched the sun go down, all the colors painting the cloudless sky, until it was drained and painted black. Then the whole scenery, including the black stallion, was covered in plain darkness. The night wasn't a stranger to Will Graham. Every now and then nightmares would wake him up in a sweaty mess. And he would be left to wander into the night restlessly. Or those nights, when his body moved without his permission and he woke up at a place he barely knew. It was as if every time he fell asleep he allowed luck to take over him and decide what happened to him. And Will preferred to be in charge. He preferred to be in charge of his choices, in charge of his body, in charge of his mind. Therefore he avoided sleep. It wasn't healthy and he knew that. Nonetheless he was almost scared of falling asleep, fearing where and how he'd wake up again.
He was so consumed by his thoughts that he only noticed the footsteps approaching him when they had already nearly reached him. The dark stallion clenched his muscles awaiting an approach of the stranger. Right then he heard the voice of a mare unknown to him. The tone promised a friendly encounter, but he knew better than to trust first appearances. Slowly he moved his head so that he could look her over. The stranger's coat was so white it seemed to glow in the low moonlight. She had a fine figure, seemed almost fragile. That also being a thing he wouldn't count on. She could hold a strange he wasn't able to make out in this darkness, but Will never had been a stallion intending to start a fight.
“Good, um.. evening.”, he mumbled in a low voice. Hurriedly he cast away his eyes from her body and once again stared onto the horizon laying in front of him. He had sought loneliness in this place. Some peace and quiet to put an order to his thoughts. There was no intend to make her feel like an intruder, he just didn't know how to put up any conversation. Will wasn't a talent talker. He never found the right words, others would rather think of him as awkward or weird. Searching for something to say, a quiet sigh escaped his mouth. He really wanted to start a conversation, but he would fail anyways. He really felt sorry, so he once again moved his head towards the mare and tried an uncomfortable smile.
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"I could use a good scream. I can feel one perched under my chin."
23.11.2015, 02:41
» Rebekah Dieser Nutzer/Charakter wurde gelöscht.
Will Graham
From the beginning she felt, that the stranger was lost in thoughts. He starred at the horizon, his eyes looked cold and dismissed. Miles away. Like her thoughts. Rebekah tried to figure out, what it would feel like to have a family like other mares. A good brother, loving parents, normal siblings, children, a man by her side. But there only were ruins. She was a wreck. She stood on the edge and was ready to pounce. The tragedy consisted solely in the fact that she would not die. Original, her mind spit out the word, that means, that no one and nothing can hurt her, than a stake from the white oak. And the white oak, that could mean her death, was burned to the last leftovers. No chance to die. Just pain. Pain allover. What to do now?
"Sorry. I didn't want to bother you." she whispered and stared with him into the distance. "I mean... I did want to, but... Maybe..." The words stuck in her throat. She wanted to scream out all of her pain, all of her feelings. There was no one to talk to. No one, understanding her. But she changed her mind. She remained calm. It seemed to her, that the black had enough problems himself. "Forget it. I'm just a bit troubled, please apoligize." A charming smile conquered her face. "My name is Rebekah." She introduced herself.
So they stood. Two strangers at the Cliffs of Doom. Rebekah could have influenced his mind. Her She was storng enough to manipulate his mind. To make him a friend of hers. But she didn't want to get friends like this anymore. Rebekah wanted true friends. Friends, who where there for her because they want to. Not, because they had to.
10.12.2015, 22:31
» Schneebeere Dieser Nutzer/Charakter wurde gelöscht.
Zeniko
The pretty female actually wanted to pratice her black magic, and the Cliffs of Doom appeared to be the perfect place for her plans. But even here, she was nearly immediately joined by somebody. She wasn't aversed to the wolf's company, but she still wanted to wait before she jugded him. Hopefully, he was interesting and maybe a bit of a challenge. She could come back to her training once she got back the her herd, the Corvus Corax, maybe she would even choose a partner to make it more exciting. Anyway, there weren't many members that were blessed with he gift of black magic, at least not many dogs. She could ask the ravens, of course, but as Schneebeere left their territory, they were already practising alltogether, so she had to wait. And because the petite female didn't have anything to do, she decided to go and have a relaxing time by the sea. Still, the shortly planned break extended more than Schneebeere wanted to – getting back to the Corvus Corax would surely cost one or two days.
Schneebeere's mysterious black-blueish eyes began to shimmer as she heard the wolf's explanation. An amused smile appeared on her sinful lips. „Well, then you have been successful“, she answered, smirking at his taller frame as she approached him a few steps. „Although you have also been lucky, since this spot here is a lonely one where you rarely meet somebody. Usually, people go up to be alone.“ Her eyes focused on his figure, her glance got pensive. The black-white dog turned her face to the sea, observing and admiring the grey-blue waves that constantly hit the sharp rocks beneath them. Schneebeere let the silence remain, she sometimes darted a look at the wolf, before she finally raised her melodious voice again. „I hope you're not frightened … they call this place the Cliffs of Doom“, she said slyly, emphasizing the last word. „But where are my manners? My name is Schneebeere“, she added. Schneebeere thought about a satifying explanation for him, she didn't want to tell him the truth, it was none of his business. And, in addition to this, she would not initially expose that she was able to use magic. „Exploring the valley isn't a bad idea … but you should surely expect to find unpleasant things that might end your voyage of exploration. Forever.“ She thought about the ghosts, it was the best not to tangle with anyone of the Gaistjan Skairae, especially the leaders. And of course, there were plenty of other supernatural creatures that roamed about the valley. Schneebeere wasn't a fearful little puppy anymore, she faced her enemies with cold indifference and elegance, but she also knew when it was better to avoid a fight in order to save her own life, which she actually liked really much. „I'm not exploring“, she said, coming back to the male's question, „I like to spend time by the sea. It's a welcome change to all the fuss in the valley.“ Schneebeere wasn't somebody who was hungry for harmony and balance. She hardly cared about the upcoming war, but still … it made things exciting. The air was thick with the aroma of bloodlust, the greed for power and the pursuit of justice. And in addition to this, the war would maybe offer Schneebeere the chance to curse somebody with a spell.
Darkness was a close friend of his, it seemed. It was always by Will's side, always in his thoughts, following him everywhere he went. He could swear he attracted death, cruelty and madness with every fiber of his being. Somehow, trouble always found its way around and it would sneak up to him like a hungry beast to leash out and bite into him when he least expected. Those metaphors painted a beautiful picture. No matter how much you denied it, everyone held some sort of admiration for the grotesque, the crazy in the world. But some more, some less, it seems. Somehow this place Will found himself in seemed to be even darker than the rest of the world. It was a venue for the strange and the mad. Fate meant well to put him there, maybe he was finally somewhere he - sort of - fit in. The only thing he couldn't wrap his head around was all that “magic” kinda stuff. He had been raised by an easy man who didn't believe in anything he couldn't understand. And even though he never was a big fan of his old man, his concepts stuck with him to this day. He would have to see one of those creatures with his own eyes.
Speaking of creatures, the white mare raised her voice again and as her fine voice reached Will's ears, they twitched. As she seemed to search for the right words, interrupting herself all over again he tilted his head, trying to look at her in an unobtrusive manner. For the smallest of a moment his eyes cast over hers, catching a glimpse of a fright in them that made him tremble like he got hit by an icy wind. Hurriedly he turned to face the sea once again, stretching his neck so that his head hang low. As she apologized once again, he snorted lightly. He tried with a comforting smile, which seamed kinda off and awry. “No worries..”, he mumbled. But when she introduced herself he felt like he had to look at her once again, so he shut his eyes before taking a step back and then turning his head towards the stranger. This time his eyes stayed focused on her lip that curled up to a inviting smile, her eyes were marked as dangerous territory. “My name is Will, Will Graham.”, he repeated her phrase and forced himself to twist the corner of his lips upwards for a second. Probably he was gonna be scored as rude once again. Not that he deeply cared, he had come to terms with living life as a loner.
The salty breeze took hold of their manes and played with them, as they stood by the cliff. What an odd pair they made standing there next to each other. And again Will turned to face the ocean. He chuckled slightly. “Troubled, huh? Aren't we all?”, it came out of his mouth before he could stop it. It was once again something most others would take as rude. But for him it was a small try of keeping up conversation. And it wasn't exactly an easy constellation, meeting a gorgeous mare in the middle of the night at the edge of a pretty deadly cliff. Wait, did he just think of her as gorgeous? He felt the tingle shame on his cheeks even though there was no way she could know his thoughts. Out of nervousness another chuckle came out of him.
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29.03.2016, 19:01
»Golden Freddy Dieser Charakter wurde eingefroren.
Who wants?
Please don't kill me, if I make mistakes ^^
The dog stopped when he saw the cliff. He think about Springtrap. What she's doing? What she's thinking? Misses she him? No, she hates Golden Freddy. Justifiably. The dog was so selfish and took her power just for his revenge. He wasn't a good friend. But what Springtrap did was also not right. Because... she wanted to kill everybody. ]But me too... remembered he. All what he had done was wrong. Maybe she would forgive him? But the dog shook his head. Springtrap was too stubborn and proud. She just want to kill him. Golden rembember her words, before the dog become unconscious: I hate you, and I'll find you. Then I will kill you and the others. I promise. A tear fell on the ground. The dog wants to stop this life. He walks near to the cliff. He wanted to jump. But he was paralyzed. The cliff was very high. He was a coward!
It's been a while, a while since she broke his trust, and with it his heart.
He has been to several places, only to get as much information as possible. But for what? For him to survive? To find a way to avoid other horses? Especially one mare, called Laura?
He didn't feel anything for her, not anymore. Still he was somehow scared to see her again. No, not scared, that's not true, he wasn't scared of her. He simply didn't want to see her, that's all. She was the one who killed his brother and who wants to see the murderer of his beloved brother?
Winter is about to come, again. Hard to believe he was on his very own for a whole year.
The white stallion stepped on the cliffs. The further he got, the less he thought about it. The cold wind was blowing through his mane and he enjoyed it. He stepped forward, to the very edge of it.
For the first time since he finally broke with Laura the cold faded off his eyes, leaving a calm and peaceful expression.
His muscles relaxed as he gave himself free to the cold wind, high above the sea.
He stood there for a while, not moving at all. It was a peaceful time, but he made sure to not let it last too long. His eyes got colder again, cold as ice. He straightened himself up, one last glance over the sea and he stepped back.
His eyes traveled further meeting the lighthouse. He had to change something. Life was not good, there was no such thing called true love, or if there is true love, it is just meant to be cruel, cruel as Laura.
Pain is it that life is about. He should have known it from the start.
His life was only about pain, there was nothing else. His herd, hurting him, whenever there was no one else to hurt. Teaching him to fight for himself in such a young age. He is a good fighter, he is. He is a good fighter and a survivor. He survived this place till the very end. To be honest he was happy when it all broke apart, dreaming of a better life somewhere else. The young and stupid boy he was, believing there could be something good in this world.
He soon met Omorfiá,a young lady. She made him feel save, save and peaceful. But he already knew that she wasn't supposed to be his forever. Though he knew it would change some day, he didn't ask for this day to come. But it came, surprisingly quick, the end of his peaceful time with this young lady.
A bitter smile came across his face. He left her for Laura. Not that he missed her. No, he didn't, Omorfiá wasn't his true love. But she was gentle, and she was in love with him. So was Laura. And he truely loved Laura.
That's why he left Omorfiá. But Omorfiá would not have betrayed him, she tryed to change him, but she would not have betrayed him. She was too good for it. The good in life he didn't deserve.
But with Laura he felt like he finally found the right one, someone with the same interests, with the same opinion, just the perfect one.
But life isn't supposed to be perfect. There was one more horse that was important to him, one more beside Laura. His brother.
And it was his brother she killed. If it has been someone else, he wouldn't have cared, but it wasn't anyone else, it was his brother she killed, taking away all the trust he had in her, making it clear that there is no good in life he will ever deserve.
He remembered breaking up with Laura, he remembered the last time they met. How she wanted him to forgive her, and the very moment he was willing to do so, the moment he couldn't resist her no more, was the moment she decided she doesn't love him anymore. Just as it was a choice to make. As if she could decide to love him today and someone else tomorrow, just like he left Omorfiá.
Laura swore him revenge if they ever meet again.
She had no reason to do so. She wasn't the one who was betrayed, it was him, Ahorn. He had a reason for revenge on her, but he didn't intend on making himself dirty for a stupid feeling.
No he decided differently. He decided not to feel at all. That is, why his eyes are so cold, cold as ice. Though he seems heartless and cold he does not intend to hurt others. At least not if it isn't necessary.
He didn't know yet where to go next. But he was sure he needed to change something. He needed something to do.
If he keeps living his life as he does now, he may as well die, die and join his brother. Maybe he should join one of the herds. Maybe he should find someone to protect. Maybe he should just step over the cliffs and die.
He stepped closer again, further, to the very edge. One more step and it's done, one more step and he will fall down and drown in the waves that are roughly hitting the stones, probably pushing him against them, making sure he dies even faster. But he couldn't. He wasn't able to step over the edge.
He stepped back again, turning around and walking away. He wasn't able to kill himself. Life is cruel, so he probably is supposed to suffer some more. He doesn't want to protect a specific horse, too much contact. But there needs to be something for him to do, something that is the reason, why he still is alive. And he will find it. It only may take some time.
-> leaving to some place somewhere
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There was something soothing about the noise her hooves made against the naked stone. With curious and even a bit fearful eyes the mare looked down the cliffs and watched the water crushing against the stone. She lived here for her whole life, but she never had been there before. Well, it wasn’t her first time straying away from her family, yet still it was the first time she came across this place. Ceridwen liked exploring places a lot. Yes, even the Gaistjan Skaire territories fascinated her and she really enjoyed sneaking around there. It wasn’t like she didn’t know it was dangerous. She knew it exactly and maybe this was the reason why she ended up sneaking around this place frequently.
However, today it was the other side of the river, that had attracted her, and she wasn’t even disappointed. Stepping dangerously close to the edge, the mare imagined how it must feel to fall down, be crushed against the stone and disappear somewhere between the waves. She wasn’t suicidal or planning on hurting anyone, the thought just popped up in her mind and made her wonder. That’s all. Her mind just happened to be easily fascinated with anything.
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I'm an angel with a shotgun, Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
or a sinner?
08.12.2017, 23:38
»Vishous Dieser Charakter wurde eingefroren.
Whoever wants?
The pale stallion called Vishous strolled through the night restlessly. Most of his brothers would enjoy having their night off, exploring the New World, hooking up, going hunting. But for him, it always meant too much time and too much space to think. He preferred giving and receiving commands, being on duty, even having his life on the line if needed. The New World was covered in layers and layers of snow and it bothered him more than he would like to admit. Thick snow made it hard to move and he preferred to be able to rely on his quick reflexes and his sharp coordination. But it was the cost that came with winter and the coldest season did have its advantages - the long nights made the vampires' lives a lot more convenient. The son of the Scribe Virgin let his thoughts wander and explored new corners of this land they now called their home. He had already checked the Mhis surrounding their stay and improved some mechanisms here and there. But that task had only taken up a few hours and there were many more to come before the sun would force him to return home. The night was bizarrely light because all the snow reflected the small amount of light that was able to get through the thick layers of clouds.
Vishous lifted his head curiously as the scenery changed and the ground beneath his hoofs became solid and his steps made a loud clapping sound. Harsh winds hit him in the face and grabbed hold of his mane and tail, throwing them around in every direction at once. He flinched slightly at the salty breeze hitting his eyes, ears, and nostrils, but for someone raised in the Bloodletter's camp, this was like a Sunday morning walk. He kept walking toward what seemed to be a pretty deadly cliff and the very slightest hint of a smile emerged from his lips thinking of the lives that may have ended right at this place. It was the kind of humor you would expect from an ice-cold killer who was freed of all empathy and kindness in the most brutal ways anyone could think of. It wasn't like he was proud of what he was. He just didn't have a choice. Destiny, his fucking holy mother, or whatever you want to believe in, had this life thought up for him and he hadn't had any saying in it. So he bowed to their will in the lack of an alternative.
