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Post by TobyMacFreak on Nov 28, 2007 11:21:52 GMT -5
A large shadow was cast down from the small slope near the lake. A shadow of a horse. But on the hill, there was no horse, only the sun beating down on the grass. Marks were in the grass, like hooves have been there, but no horses were seen. But as the sun moved around the sky it caught a figure on the hill. As the sun moved the form began to take shape. The form was a horse. As the sun went down a black horse appeared. His long black mane touched his shoulder and his green eyes looked about the land. He was the General.
He moved as he heard a voice. Behind him one of the ghost soldiers stood. He turned and began to speak to him. In his mind the black horse knew the time had come. The war would begin and then fate would happen. He wondered if they were going to win this war. He knew he would live long enough to see it, because he was a spirit himself too. He sighed and nodded to the soldier. They would leave once the leader of the heard got there. His green eyes went back to the land, his heart thumping in his chest, and only his heart was heard. There was no stallion anymore. Changed back into a spirit, only the sound of a beating heart was heard in the land.
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Post by Zee on Nov 28, 2007 22:26:59 GMT -5
A thundering roar echoed over the land like the crack of a whip, only magnatuzed by millions. Hoofbeats thundered along, the grass shifting beneath the hocks of one unseen. Black birds took the the sky as the invisiable ruler broke through their defences, and their wings stretched out, casting shadows down on the earth where the form of the mighty stallion was taking shape. He appeared as a shadow, a mirage, a dream, his banners washed by the wind, ever rippling and dancing about his nape, his muscles dancing down his pelt but no blood flowed through his veins, no pulse echoed within his chest, no life danced in his eyes.
He was dead. A ghost, a faded memory but one who refused to be forgotten. Finally, with a scream of power and show, he faded into the world again, appearing only once he had taken his place atop the mountains mighty face, to gaze down into the valley below. Colbolt had returned.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Nov 29, 2007 19:25:36 GMT -5
The black stallion turned and saw his leader. He dipped his head and walked over to him. His large body looked weird next to the bay coat and the smaller, but wonderful looking form. The black began to speak, "Our army is ready, sir. I have prepared them for the battle and the war. We will begin fighting whenever you wish." He didn't speak of the small red spirit he had seen lurking around the land. He knew it was a spy from the enemy, but he said nothing, hoping to let it slide and them move in a quick as they could.
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Post by Zee on Dec 1, 2007 20:00:04 GMT -5
Colbolt issued a tired sigh. He wanted no war, but it was inevitable, and so he would not protest. "We strike at dawn." His words spoke, his muscles dancing down his hide as he gave a flick of his banner, fading for a moment before reappearing. He blinked his ebon pools, his bay coat not nearly as bright as it should have been, showing how unintrested in battle he was. He would fight to the death, and protect all those he faught with, but still, bloodshed never seemed to help.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 2, 2007 19:02:25 GMT -5
"Sir, I know you wish not to fight. But Maverick will do anything to have the indain herds killed or ran out. We have to fight." The General said to the tired leader. He stamped a hoof, making an imprint in the land. "Do you see this print? My father made one just like it, and he died for his herd. I will do the same." He didn't know though how much more he could die, sense he was already dead, but....He could still turn into a mortal and that could be taken away. He wanted to know what battle feild they would be going to so he could tell the soldiers, but he was afraid to ask the leader.
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Post by Zee on Dec 3, 2007 18:27:17 GMT -5
"White Mountain is where we go. If we leave now, we will be there by dawn, and tis then that the war begins." Colbolt blinked, his pools watching the print in the earth. Colbolt lifted his hoof, and beneath it there was naught but earth, no print remaining. His eyes turned to his General and he gave a sigh. "Thank you. For your loyalty through out this." And with that, he began his march up the land, and towards White Mountain.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 3, 2007 19:13:04 GMT -5
The large horse followed his leader. He made no reply to the stallion's comment, for he would show him how loyal he really was.
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