Welcome to The Threads of Separation! Here, the nations are created by three sibling equine, but the catch is: they don't know they're related! The Threads of the Divine and the Threads of the Proud seem to always be at odds with each other, whilst the Threads of the Silent are caught in between them with no particular alliance to anyone; however they, too, have their secrets and powers.
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It is finally spring and all the snow is gone. The earth is soft and pleasant to stand on. Flowers are starting to bloom through out the kingdoms, even in the Proud lands. Fresh scents fill the air, making the equine joyous that the previous season us gone. The temperature is comfortable ranging from 45 to 65 degrees depending on the time of day it happens to be. Finally, equine can be free from the trails of winter.
You called?(done) « Thread Started on Apr 7, 2009, 7:28pm »
The beast poured on more speed, his heart was pounding. He runs, his destination firmly planted in his dome. His lungs pull in more and more air, to feed the needs of his cells. The obsidian pelt ripples with muscle, taught with nerve. His legs rise and then slam into the ground, his mane snaps in the breeze. The equine shivers, as he enters the forest, the shadows pooled about him. He flares his nares, begging the earth for more air. It gives in and lends him more. He runs on, still, not checking his speed or allowing himself a break. Everything goes past him in a blur. The green of the blossoming trees, the sweet scent of the pines and the earth waking. He begins to slow down, he looks at his surroundings, everything beginning to set in. The Iron Fist Of Pele.
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Decesuss flies along, pillars striking the ground with the steady, strong rhythm of a gallop. What will happen to me? He thinks, realizing with horror that he missed the deadline. He runs harder, and continues, his mind wandering to the heavily pregnant, mahogany mare, Pele. She of course, thought nothing of him, a lowly Lead. He was nothing. As always. He ran harder, the hurt of his frustration making his blood boil. He wondered what her King would be like. Yes, Her] King. Decesuss felt no matter Cthulhu's title, Pele was the one who was in true control. He began to slow, as the forest around him darkened, and he realized this was the Iron Fist Of Pele.
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He slowed his body into an easy trot, his gaze flicking over each cave, deciding that they were not the haunts he expected to see the two Proud Royals lurking. Glossy onyx limbs took the strain of his weight with the greatest of ease, and he never once stumbled. Then, he begins to pull in their scents. Pele's aroma heavy, sweet. Cthulhu's indescribable. Pulling his extremities to a stop, the jet pitched masculine waits at the yawning maw of a huge cave, its caverns stretching back, deep into the dark recesses of the earth. A rather stale, earthy smell pours from the opening. I am here, where are you?
word count;; 389(? I think) muse;; pretty good. charrie mood;; nervous, excited comments;; Sorry about the wait! I've been really busy. I hope he doesn't have to forfeit his land, but if he does I'll try my best to get it back...
Re: You called?(done) « Reply #1 on Apr 11, 2009, 7:57pm »
Whoever speaketh of Cthulhu shall remember that he but seemeth dead, he sleeps, and yet he does not sleep, he has died and yet he is not dead, asleep and dead though he is, he shall rise again. Again it should be shown that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die H.P. Lovecraft
Time had passed, and Pele had grown rather rounded in this time. I dare not say “fat,” lest she decides to read my thoughts. Her mood had undoubtedly grown worse, but again, I’d never truly comment on it. I hadn’t seen her in a while; my guess was she was out birthing the warrior that was to be our son. It had to be a son because a daughter simply would not do. Not that I don’t mind girls, mind you, but then I’d have to kill the stallions for looking at her, and with a herd of dead stallions, we’d have no warriors, you see. It all made perfect sense. But I digress.
I was in her cavern, resting there while the sun rose. I had been out late last night patrolling the lands as I did every night. With so few herd members here, it was hard to delegate the task to someone else, you see. I didn’t mind. It gave me time to clear my head and to sort through my thoughts. I was to be a father. I wasn’t sure what that meant yet, but that’s ok, I suppose. I was partially worried that I’d do a bad job at it, but I’m a warrior. I could protect the little buggers no matter what.
Sound caught my attention and immediately my body tensed, ears pinned, and teeth bared. I stepped closer to the sunlight, but I remained in the shadow. I would not be seen. I heard words, and I stepped forward, each footfall calculated, planned. My presence commanded respect; there was an air about me that threatened violence. I wouldn’t just attack for no reason, mind you, but if you give me a reason to think you’re a threat, you won’t have time to draw a single breath. If you want a scent to compare to the sweet one of Pele; try the thick, steely stench of hatred, the heavy aroma of lust, and perhaps the hint of something softer; mint, maybe? I was a warrior through and through, but my heart had been touched by the wench that now bore my child. She had added that softer scent; but I would easily be distinguished by scent alone – it screamed strong, fierce, warrior.
My blue eyes fell upon the black horse before me. If he was not a threat, he must be one here to seek training. I stared at him a moment, taking in everything about him as if I were an artist, and he were my subject. In a sense, that’s what we were. If he was here for training, I would take his weaknesses and turn them into strengths. I would take his strengths and turn them into something so finely tuned, that his enemies would have no chance against him. And if he turned on me, I would always remain faster, stronger, smarter, and I would end him.
When I spoke, my voice was hard, cold even. Who are you and what is your business here? You’ll have to forgive the forwardness. Being a king and a father-to-be, you can never be too careful with who you let into your home.
CTHULHU I am your king 12 year old palomino stallion, 15.2 hh Lineage includes Altai, Morgan, Latvian, Paso Fino
ooc: sorry; been really busy, myself. life's been hectic!!
Re: You called?(done) « Reply #2 on Apr 23, 2009, 10:38pm »
Hearing the cold voice from the cave entrance, Decesuss lifted his gaze and met a pair of cold, dark ones. He looked away, out of respect for the King. The equine before him was Cthulhu. Pele's mate. King of the Proud. With ease, and fluid motion, Decesuss trained his blackened physique into a fancy bow, and spoke in low respectful tones.
It is merely I, my King. One of your subjects, Decesuss, lead stallion of the Burning Plains. Your Queen told me to report to you at once. Please forgive my slowness in arriving, your highness.
Deceuss did not look up or lift out of his bow. Not till he was told to rise. He kept his gaze trained on the cool earth beneath him, and rehearsed old battle tactics. He usually used his massive size and weight to pin the other brute down. But he was also a good boxer and could take many hits, without stopping or checking his speed. He knew he was to be in the army. What he didn't know is why they needed to see him. It was in every stallions blood to fight, and all had some minor skill. If it was an army, why bother training 2,000 troops to do what they did naturally. Though he wouldn't ever voice this out loud, he thought they had a flaw in their logic.
He turned his thoughts onto other matters. Such as the small group of feelings he was worried was a crush. A crush on the Queen. Pele
occ;; Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to write about, so he has a crush on Pele. I think it will make things... interesting. Also, sorry about the wait!
Re: You called?(done) « Reply #3 on Apr 25, 2009, 11:32am »
Whoever speaketh of Cthulhu shall remember that he but seemeth dead, he sleeps, and yet he does not sleep, he has died and yet he is not dead, asleep and dead though he is, he shall rise again. Again it should be shown that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die H.P. Lovecraft
I watched the other stallion dip into a bow, and I’ll admit, I liked seeing that. It had been a while since I had the respect I felt I deserved. I let him finish speaking his bit before I thought about letting him rise. That had to be uncomfortable, yet his willingness to remain there said a lot about his loyalty. Now would the rest of his actions? I would hate to kill a lead because they were disloyal, but I would do it, and he would be an example to the rest of the lands.
I have waited a while for you, but you shall be forgiven this time. Next time, make haste.
My ice-blue eyes were focused on him, and I decided he had stood there like a fool long enough. Rise, and show me you belong here. I stared at him, comparing him o others, to myself, perhaps. I wondered about his strengths and his weaknesses, whether he would be best set in the front lines to be used as fodder, or to be in the middle, where our strength would lie. I had plenty to think about in tactics when it came to war. Do you put your strongest in front, or in back? Where do you place your cannon-fodder? I would get it right when the time came, but in my mind, it was a constant game of chess.
You appear to have the build of a warrior, but can you fight?
I took a step nearer. I would test him, push him, rile him up and see if he were willing to fight. I wasn’t sure what I most wanted – a stallion that would back down from his king, or one that would strike. I guess we’ll see which one this stallion is and go from there, huh? I stepped closer still and snaked my muzzle out and nipped at his neck. He could avoid the blow if he wanted, I wasn’t striking to kill. Just to piss him off, if you will. I pressed my chest to his and let my teeth graze against his spine, his side, and even down to his front leg at the knee. Likely, he would drop rather than risk injury to the knee. But would he fight back?
CTHULHU 12 year old palomino stallion, 15.2 hh Lineage includes Altai, Morgan, Latvian, Paso Fino
Re: You called?(done) « Reply #4 on Apr 28, 2009, 10:57pm »
Decesuss felt a sudden, sharp pain on the back of his neck. With a short cry, he pulled back, eyes blazing, searching for the equine who had struck him. His gaze finally fell upon Cthulhu, and pure instinct drove him to do what happened next. Decesuss wheeled, and let fly with both hind hooves, driving out, aiming for the flesh of the King's chest. As he connected with his body, the realization that he was kicking the King of the Proud came crashing down on him. He spun and lowered his dome, not daring to look at Cthulhu. He knew that even if he stood three hands taller than Cthulhu, the King could set his guard on him, and he would be overwhelmed by their sheer greater number. He still studied the ground, choosing his next words carefully. He normally wasn't so submissive to another, smaller stallion. But normally he wasn't kicking the King of the Proud.
My King, please pardon my rash actions. I could not stop myself.
I'm glad I did not kick my hardest. He added silently. As an eighteen hand Shire, Decesuss had some power behind his kicks. If he got his momentum going, his blows could easily snap bones. To bad for Decesuss he rarely fought his hardest. Rarely did he need to. A pretty mare could turn his head, and calm his temper, so most times, instead of a fight, he merely accepted a prize mare. A mare could stop him dead in his tracks. A mare like Pele. Pele. He forced himself to focus, and looked up from his slight bow at Ctuhulhu, praying the stallion could not read minds. The horror of it made Decesuss shudder. If he read his mind...
Re: You called?(done) « Reply #5 on Apr 29, 2009, 11:42am »
Whoever speaketh of Cthulhu shall remember that he but seemeth dead, he sleeps, and yet he does not sleep, he has died and yet he is not dead, asleep and dead though he is, he shall rise again. Again it should be shown that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die H.P. Lovecraft
I waited, and watched as the larger stallion spun. I took a step or two back (as far as I could get in the few moments before he struck) but felt his hooves connect with my chest nonetheless. The force was immense, and I felt his hooves sink into my chest. I would undoubtedly bruise, and walking may be a little slower than usual. I felt something tickling, and twisted enough to see a thin trail of blood appearing in the faint image of a hoof’s outline. I watched as the stallion dropped his head and listened as he spoke. I remained silent for a few moments and then chuckled. It turned into an all-out laugh, a hearty sound that likely had never been heard from my lips.
Decesuss…You understand I could easily have you killed, and instead of running, you remain. You fought back, despite the fact that your “attacker” is your king. I like the fact that you will fight. The only thing I can ask is that you not destroy the rest of my army in your rashness. I kept a smile on my face. d**n, that hurt; but I would heal. It was good to know we had such a strong fighter among us. Raise your head up and listen to the proposition I have for you.
If only I could read your mind, Decesuss, you would not be living any longer. Pele is mine. She was a hard-won jewel that I plan on treasuring until the end of my days. You’d do well to keep your eyes and thoughts off her. I wish to extend to you the position of my right-hand man. You are strong, and although maybe a bit overzealous, I feel you will do well once you understand authority. What say you? Would you be willing to take up the burden and rally the troops in your own herd’s land and bring them to me for inspection?
I stared at him and waited for his response. Would he take up the burden? Or would he decline it? I could easily see the only true training we had to do with this one was convincing him to not kill the others I place in the army. I waited patiently.
CTHULHU 12 year old palomino stallion, 15.2 hh Lineage includes Altai, Morgan, Latvian, Paso Fino
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