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Post by Kari on Apr 7, 2010 20:47:41 GMT -5
Thunder is much more then what comes behind the lightning in the storm. It can be thundering wheels or a thunderous clap. or this...
A stallion, as black as the night, his hooves thundered against the dirt as he struggled. Multiple ropes were tired in place around his neck and legs. The rearing animal snorted and gave weakened attempts a break away. The failed attempts came two or three at a time before the animal lurched to the people and animals around him. The snarling teeth ripped into tendons as the animal roared in frustration.
Jerod, ah the bad boy of his time. The big bad wolf, was caught. Red handed grazing to close to ranch who wasn't a friend of wild animals. Wild animal? You say, ahh this is what break his bad boy nature, he's a damn horse. Oh yes, he is a mestaclocan, what is this big word? Oh, ha! It is a shape shifter: One who can transform from one shape to another. No no no! Not like a circle to a square. A Human to a horse can be used as an example. Like our friend Jerod,
The stallion again took to the skies, his long balanced frame kicking out as whips smacked his skin. The thin layer of protection was being hit again and again, beads of bloood dribbled loosly from the black pigments.
A draft horse, a sturdy animal that easily towered over the black stallion took rope and glided into the pen the others had been struggling with for more then an hour now. A breathe of relief flooded once the danger had passed, once the mustang had been captured and placed in a confined space.
Jerod kicked loosely at the planks of white wood lining his new home. One he wouldn't be sticking with. His croup pressed against the white planks and his quarters boomed with excitment as he lunged forward, great strides taking in the ground in heaps. Two legs lifted carfully to his chest as the others pushed, then tucked tightly under his belly. As this feat was managed a draft snorted and took a heavy blow able to knock down a quarter horse, not a draft. In a flash of black and bay, the horses reared and kicked. Ropes were tied in place and the mustang was, again led into the pen and whiped. More blood loosly beaded his neck and croup.
Steam from his breath glazed the thick morning air. The fog around him made his stance, both legs back and head lowered, menacing to all around him. The men lowered themselves from the white planks and the horses flicked their ears nervously and swished their tails in nervousness.
Ease was not close enough as the stllion snorted and swiped the ground with his foreleg. How dare they try and tame him. This wasn't going to end well. Damn them fools. Damn them to hell. They shan't leave this place today with happy spirits!
Thunder, as you can see is much more then the afterlife of a fading lightning bolt.
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Post by wolflegend on Apr 7, 2010 21:21:40 GMT -5
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Why does a single flame lick at the candle's wick when it knows it is just going to die out with just one simple puff of air, or when it reaches the end of its journey? Why does it even start?
Thalia, a quiet girl, hopped off of her horse and walked it to its stable stall. She saw the new horse that was trying to escape time and time again. She saw horsemen whip the horse and started to run over to them.
She had black jeans, a silver dreess top that was tight on her, and her brown hair down to her shoulders. She just changed her attire from her riding clothes to this for tonight. She was thinking about going to a bar and having a few drinks (even if she is underage).
She ran to the horsemen and took the whip out of his hand right before he went to whip the horse again. "Is this how you would treat your own self? Would you whip yourself with a whip everytime you did something bad? What if I took a whip to your rear end right now? I bet you woud cry mommy!" She said as she threatened to hit him with the whip. She was very deffensive and then punched him hard on the arm. He fell to the ground with a thud as the ground connected with his butt.
Thalia saw out of the corner of her eye three men talking and helping the other horseman up off the ground. The man just simply ran with the others. She heard one of them say something along the lines of 'oh man you really got it this time. You know not to mess with her! She'll whip your ass!' or.. something like that.
Well, Thalia approached the gate and watched the horse. He really was beautiful. "You're a pretty horse, aren't you?" She asked the horse holding her hand out. "It's okay. Thalia's going to take care of you. Don't worry about those scums. They are just a bag of nothing." Thalia waited to see if the horse would come to her as she still held her hand out to him.
A flame simply comes to life by one flick of a finger. It has a destiny and lights because it knows it serves a purpose. It knows it's meant for greater and bigger things, knowing that it is damned from the start.
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Post by Kari on Apr 7, 2010 21:38:45 GMT -5
The thin black horse lifted his head as the girl who had just been riding one of his kind shoved a man to the ground. The ranch hands ran to the man to help him while mumbling something. Interesting. Who was this girl? He wanted to know, oh lordy. Here comes the baby shit again.
The girl was leaning over the white panks and speaking the him in third person. He snorted and walked up. The long thin stilts below him moving evenly, agitated by her voice. Let's give her a surprize.
Slowly the horse let the girl rub his forehead. A loud snort escaped his mouth and he reared and gave a good lap around the pen before coming back and nickering in her face, then he did something no horse should ever try. Get me out of this damn gate and we can talk human to human. and yes, i'm talking, no go let me out woman! He reared, his legs kicking out as he balanced steady on his hindquarters.
Now what would you do if a gorgious black mustang walked up to you, let you touch it and made friends with you. Then ask you, in perfect english, that he wanted to be let out of it's pen to talk to you in human form? Me, I would look inquizitive, let the horse out, and then run screaming like a five year old with a splinter... you?
Jerod let his gait even out as he approached the gate and nickered politly, like he had ever tried to be polite before, but hell if this chick let him go, he would make sure to try and open more doors for a change.
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Post by wolflegend on Apr 7, 2010 21:55:06 GMT -5
Thalia pet the horses forehead. She stepped back as she heard it talk and then pet it again. "Oh yeah, I let you out, you run off with no thanks at all, I never see you again, and then you show up in my life again..." She said as she walked back over to the gate and went to open it but then stopped. "So you would rather roam the cruel world full of violence and hate rather than being locked up here were you get fed and occasionally worked?" She asked it as she opened the gate and led the horse to a field. "Okay, change into human, shifter, just please, make sure you actually have clothes on when you do. I've seen enough naked guys to last me a life time."
Thalia led him farther into the field and looked at him as she took the rope off his neck and tossed it aside. She sat down on a rock and waited for teh shifter to shift back into human form like her. "And don't think I am a regular girl that you can take advantage of. I'm not an ordinary human. Just like you I guess. You know I have strength." She said, trying not to be too friendly with him for fear that he might want to be friends and then her being left heart broken in the end. That's why she hated getting close to people.
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Post by Kari on Apr 7, 2010 22:08:20 GMT -5
Jerod snorted, not following the conversation. At the second she opened the gate his flanks heaved. All the energy bounded through his legs as he raced through the gate. At first you might think he'd race away into the fog and never come back? Eh... he might, but for now your wrong he's interested in this new girl. She was shifter, but she also held resentment for him. Why? This he wanted to know at all cost.
Pressure built inside of him. His croup lowered and his body gave out. Everything started to fade, his energy was swallowed by a black hole as something special happened. It felt as if sparks were gliding over his skin, weaving a new skin and breaking things inside of him. His body contorted and flexed in the oddest of ways until the pressure faded and left the,naked, boy laying in the mighty horses wake.
The boys black hair and thin torso laid on the ground gasping for breath. Sitting up, his hair fell into his face. Yeah, so what he had shifted naked, but wasn't it like impossible to shift with cloths on? If it wasn't he needed another hook up. Name? Simple, but the word had a firey touch to it, yet that fire burned out at the sight of him, naked in a place full of people.
Jerod was no fool though, holding a finger up he raced into the barn and watched his back carfully. The loft was stocked with jeans and other colothing materials for him, he was a local mystery. A horse that seemed to vanish from stalls and pens without leaving a hoofprint about. So he visted he often, usually under the means of staying the night, but the girl had shifted his luck for the day, he didn't have to be grounded here in this filth bucket.
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