Lost, But Not Found

[Swede]

ooc: Just picking up where it was before Demonio was put up for adoption

Canisp raised her fluffy head. It was cold, and tiny flakes fluttered through the air sporadically. "Mama?" she whimpered. But it was just like before; Igraine was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Maerad. Typical. She whinnied desperately, hoping they would hear her and come rescue her. The black filly would be a yearling come spring, but she was still much smaller than most of those her age around here. After all, she was a Welsh, not one of these monster mustangs or whatever they were.

[spirit1]

[[OOC: ii need to RP Iced Diamond so ii thought ii could bring her here to adopt little Canisp, or at least care for her untill dear mother comes back LOL]]

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A tall beautiful palomino mare barreled into the most silent part of the territory, but she heard a whine and it was no longer silent. Her silence was shattered. A whine escaped her maw back to the source, it sounded lonesome affraid and young. Diamond's motherly instinct kicked in and ran to the source as fast as possible. Her tall pregnant running stature almost went pass the little welsh, as she reversed back to the little black filly she smiled lovingly. "Whats your name young one ??" she asked extending her soft muzzle out to the filly with a gentle smile. As she arose her head and threw her gaze around everywhere and it was then she realised that it was only them two in the surrounding territory so she asked the filly out of worry, "Where is your mother dear ?? is one all alone ??"

[Swede]

ooc: Horses can whine? I thought that was dogs...

Canisp raised her fluffy black head. She shrank into the grass- this mare was huge, just like all the other monster horses in this place. They frightened her, nothing like the comforting statures of Igraine and Maerad. "I don't know where my mama is," she squeaked miserably. The ground was frosted over with snow, and it crunched slightly as she shifted. "But I'm not allowed to talk to strangers," she added hastily. How dare she break her mother's rule! It was vaguely shameful of her. Besides- Maerad would come find her, or her mother. Probably both, seeing as the three never split up. And she was almost an entire year old, she could handle herself. For a little while, anyway.

[spirit1]

Diamond looked at the little one then around once more. "Looks like to me that you might need protecting, is it normal for your mother to knowingly leave you all alone ??" she asked with a bitter thought, though she was intrigued to know. Still her motherly instinct fired up she became more protective of the little filly. A cry escaped her maw out for the little black fillies mother, to call her back to her little daughter. She knelt her front right hoof forward and her stunningly carved head down to the filly, it appeared as if she was about to lie down. Picking her hoof back and forth it created tracks through the surface of the snow getting to the grass, her breathe curessed it in warmth and she put forth her teeth and ripped at it easily.

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[Swede]

Canisp frowned. "My mama is a good mama. She would never leave me alone. I just got accidentally lost." Remembering herself, she clamped her jaws shut. No talking to strangers, mama always said... But this stranger said she needed protecting. Well, she was a tough Welsh filly, wild her entire life, and nearly a year old. She could out-live this giant mare any day of the week. "And I can take care of myself," she mumbled. Mutely, the filly stood up and nibbled at some grass. She had been weaned a while ago, and had learned to enjoy grass. And she did not say another word to the stranger. She was NOT going to break Igraine's rules anymore. In this way, she was as stubborn as Maerad.

[spirit1]

Diamond smiled as she looked at the small filly before saying, "Okay, if you say so." smiling as she nodded. Her jaws ripped at grass that lay beneath her hooves, it was hard to eat fast when you had a bulge plus snow falling fast around you. "My daughter is so much like you, apart from your coats are different." she said as she left the snow to fall and rested to capture her breathe. She had come across welsh ponies many a time before, not a foal although she knew that they were small. She knew adults were small so she asumed that the foals were about the size of a mini pony, which was about right, or so she thought.

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[Swede]

Canisp raised her head and her eyes. "How can we be alike? I'm Welsh. You aren't. And unless she's adopted or something, I'm willing to bet that she's twice my size." She was already turning into her mother, even at this young age. "I suppose if you look at it that we're both fillies. Which we share in common with tons of others too." Suddenly, the Welsh's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut. She had broken her mother's rule again! Stupid mare, why did she have to trick Canisp into breaking rules? She wanted her mother, not some chatty stranger. When temptation does not remove itself, you remove yourself from temptation. With that thought, she whipped around and trotted imperiously a couple dozen yards away.

[spirit1]

I looked over to the little welsh filly. That moved away from me, I still stood my ground. Her comment made me laugh so indeed I aloud it to escape my maw and replied her with, "No,, she is a TB X Mustang like her mother and father. But the fire that burns in your eyes and clearly your heart too, burns in her aswell. She is perhaps older. You remind me so dearly of her." it was rather hushed I had to admit but it could be heard. I began to listen to the winds, I could smell death coming from further than the furthest fields that were here, from the mountains. It did not smell of Peligrosas, she knew that scent far to well, it was different ... like Rosemont but younger and purer in breed. More bloodthirsty also, so it could not be him. I searched through the memories that he had told me of his sons, one would fight to improve, the other would fight to kill ... I wondered if it could possibly be that son ?! I closed my eyes. Took deep breathes. Steadyed my heartbeat. My instinct told me to get the filly out first, and make her run, afterall she couldn't fight in her condition but could run faster than any other pregnant mare with fewer consiquences on the foal. I decided to call to the little filly with a nicker and continued, "Get close. I can smell death in the winds." it was a hushed tone, rather calm but it was for the foals safety.

Diamond knew not what was about to happen. She knew that she had to get a head blow in for both to survive an attack off of the devil son....

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[Swede]

ooc: Interfering with plots, are we?

Canisp shook her head stubbornly. "I do not need your protection. Now, if you will excuse me, I must find my mother." And with a flick of her fluffy tail, she turned on her heel and took several more steps away. Fire burns in my heart, load of rubbish, she grumbled to herself. Clearly the mare was one of those sentimental, sappy types. Well, Canisp, Igraine, and Maerad were made of tougher stuff than that. Igraine was born on the wild moors, and Canisp had been born out here as well. And Maerad was tough enough without growing up in the wild to compound the matter.

[crushcrushcrush]

[[OOC: who's interfering ?? OH ... well Diamond could always go get Droom if you wanted her to live Have you made up your mind by the way ??]]

A large young stallion trotted away from a fight. He was Furious. He wanted to make his pelt wet with blood. As he moved close near a stunning pregnant mare, more stunning than Star, she was cautious and could smell him most likely. Arturio did not care, then as his optics gazed around the mare he noticed a little black filly not too far from his hiding. Yes he was hiding. He coiled up into his hind haunches like a cougar and was about to strike at the filly, push her down and rub her blood into his pelt like he did with every single one of his kills it was like his trading card, a warning and like some kind of reward. It was easy for him to be so evil, it was bred into him then drummed into him by his dam. A blizzard was gathering up ahead and he recognized a chance to strike when he saw it.

Arturio with his blood stained pelt flew in at full TB gallop, so that was about 65MPH heading straight for a foal, not to mention muscles and weight. When the foal was in striking sight he went into a full rear as he lashed out into the skies. His eyes grew demented and his face twisted. A piercing scream rang from his maw. With one swish of his hooves he felt a knock but could not see to what or where it indeed hit. As he stamped back down to the ground he did not gallop off but stood over his opponent, the little black filly, with a smirk on his maw. A snort rippled from his nostrils. He locked optics with the foal. But all his other senses were on high alert, after all a fully grown adult mare stood a few yards away from him. A kick was his, to ward off the mare incase she was behind him or wanted to attack him. Another snort rippled from his nostrils.

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[Swede]

ooc: Please note the new rule that bans bright colors. I cannot and will not read in bright reds and pinks- it hurts my eyes. And no horse can go 65 mph. World record is 43 mph, and that was a Quarter Horse. No TB will go that fast. Please check your facts.

[withers]

Droom's palomino coat stood out like the sun against the white snow that was all around. He had given up his territory in the Far, Far Away Fields, shortly after his battle against the stallion, Beslou. Oddly enough, the fight had ended in a truce, but Droom left his territory anyway – if only because he felt it didn't quite suit him. As a Welsh, such a large space like the Far, Far Away Fields was overwhelming, and he figured he'd be better off joining another stallion's herd as a loner, until he could find a small territory to use as his own.

The sound of pounding hooves made him slow to a halt, and the Welsh stallion looked about himself for the source of the noise. Nothing... The noise seemed to have stopped, but Droom found himself hopelessly curious, and knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he found out what had made that noise. He picked up his pace to a lively trot – it was too hard to canter through all of this snow. The stallion tossed his head in irritation, both for his curious nature, and for the bitter weather. Winter was never a pleasant time, but each one always seemed worse than the next. It was if it learned from experience – if it didn't kill you one year, it would improve, and try again the next.

A cluster of equines met his sight, and Droom halted, watching them curiously. First, he noticed a mare, her womb swollen in pregnancy, then, the stallion, leering over a small form. Was this stallion the mare's mate? Seeing the way he sneered down at whatever was below him, Droom felt an instant disliking for the stallion.

Finally, Droom moved on to the small figure beneath the stallion, and what he saw, he couldn't believe. It was a foal, but such a small one! In fact, he, or she, looked particularly similar to a Welsh. No, He thought to himself. I haven't seen tail nor ear of a Welsh since I've been here. Why would there suddenly be some now? They must've been born prematurely. Still, Droom felt a bubble of hope. To meet other Welshes in this valley would be a wonderful thing – always having to look up to see who you were talking to got old fast, as you would imagine.

Wait a minute... Welsh or not, that was a foal, so there was no reason for the stallion to be treating it in such a violent manner. Although Droom hadn't seen the stallion attack, it was obvious that the stallion didn't mean to treat the foal nicely. The palomino broke into a canter, skidding to a halt near the foal. Though he longed to examine it closely, to see if it was actually a Welsh, he held his eyes to the stallion's.
"What are you doing?" He asked coldly.

[withers]

ooc: Posting Order:
I. Swede
II. Spirit
III. Crush
IV. Withers

So, that means Swede posts next, then Spirit, then Crush, then me. ^^

[Swede]

Canisp squeaked when the monster horse came barreling towards her. But she didn't have time to flee- in an instant, she was down on the ground, his hooves on either side of her tiny, fragile head, staring her in the eye, his hot breath coating her frosted coat in mist. But then he caught her eyes, and when she saw the mad look in his burning orbs she did not cower in fright. No, Canisp was a Welsh and made of tougher stuff than that. And she was Igraine's daughter, through and through. "Let me go!" she spat at the stallion, completely aware that if he wanted to, he could kill her with a single blow. But better to go down fighting like a wildcat than sniveling a blind kitten. A flash of gold appeared for just a minute in the corner of her field of vision, and then a deep, strong voice. She clung to it like a drowning person would to a rope, hoping and longing for help.

[spirit1]

Diamond looked over to the filly as she heard a shreek. At the sight of a yearling taking blows at her she went into protective mode, she wasn't dumb though, before she rushed in to help she judged this young stallion. TB, pure. He smelt of Rosemont and new instinctivly that it was the deamon son he so longinly wished to teach good manners. Yet where was Rosemont ?! Was this git practicing on a smaller target to take on a much larger one, well he was not going to kill this target. Diamond galloped toward him as fast as she possibly could with the blizzard condition and her pregnant state. Her crown lowered. Teeth bared. Ears pinned to the cream mane she held. Forelock and mane flying everywhere in the winds like fire. This was one unhappy mare. She opened her maw as she got closer to his neck, within a flash she had taken grip of her target. Using her front right hoof but still with his neck in her maw she pushed his legs away from Casnip. When she let go she was sure he would stumble. "Now will you get behind me !!" she cried out to the little black filly. From that moment this mare hated the thought that she may be carrying something so demented as that of Arturio inside of her. Though Diamond is stubborn, upset and angry she knew she could never harm herself and a foal, she knew that !! "Welsh stallion, take this little one and leave. I shall deal with him." she spoke simply but with a menacing look. Her gaze not shifted from Arturio, she did nod furiously calling over to the little welsh stallion that was being so brave to stand up to such a large figure. She knew he was welsh simple as the fact as she knew a stallion down her stables like him, Murphy's Bail. An old riding pony that was now helping out around her stable keeping her company, he was a kind gelding.

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[Swede]

ooc: Spirit. I thought Arturio was Rosemont's son. And that Rosemont was TB x mustang. If so, how on earth can Arturio be pure TB? I mean, the idea of a mustang cross being one of the fastest horses alive and then being randomly let go etc etc etc drives me crazy enough for all the ultimate fantasy-horseness, but now you're changing the laws of genetics.

[spirit1]

superswede said:

ooc: Spirit. I thought Arturio was Rosemont's son. And that Rosemont was TB x mustang. If so, how on earth can Arturio be pure TB? I mean, the idea of a mustang cross being one of the fastest horses alive and then being randomly let go etc etc etc drives me crazy enough for all the ultimate fantasy-horseness, but now you're changing the laws of genetics.

Put that up with TPH not me,, she created hiim but ii geuss if you try hard enough you can get a pure TB && ii do remember saying that Rosemont was only a teeny bit [[ not half ]] Mustang, on his mothers side, yet his wild actings were mustang orientated so if Arturio's mother was pure TB, in this case she is, then yoo get a pure TB foal. Then again genetics ii missed most of at skool, but do correct me if wrong ;D

[Swede]

ooc: Sorry, just you guys seem to know each other so well... TPH joins while you were banned, and you and TPH and jaz immediately got into all kinds of little plots as soon as you came back, same RP style and everything, figured maybe I might as well ask you since A) you posted it, and B) I'm sure you can speak for TPH because of reasons mentioned above.

[spirit1]

superswede said:

ooc: Sorry, just you guys seem to know each other so well... TPH joins while you were banned, and you and TPH and jaz immediately got into all kinds of little plots as soon as you came back, same RP style and everything, figured maybe I might as well ask you since A) you posted it, and B) I'm sure you can speak for TPH because of reasons mentioned above.

ii actually know TPH,, her names .... actually not saying she goes to the same cheer group as me. We got chatting about horses,, turns out she owns two ponies and loans one out alot. So ii hooked her up with the link to this site no need to thank me or anything LOL. She originally joined to have a moan at yoo for banning me but then she got caught up in plot planning and role playing to even do it, so we got to work on Rosemonts sons after her bachelor boys were created it was really funny, few of the guys wondered what we were on and we just said 'hooked on horse life' we still talk about this site when we see eachother.

[Swede]

ooc: And that moaning would have been a complete waste of time, seeing as cayla wasn't planning on unbanning you until the time was up, since the ban was justified. And why would I thank you?

[spirit1]

[[ OOC:: for introducing a new member to the sight .... actually two ! Anyway its called a hyper mood ii say random sarcy things like that. Whos go is it now anyway ?? ]]

[crushcrushcrush]

A stumble from the strong kick that the mare had given to his front hoof blocking Casnip's way of escape and his side was in pain from the blow she had given to his side. Well he did not care who he would hurt, he was angry. At least he would kill the foal that the mare was carrying along with her too.
"Step down mare. She is not your responsibility! Shes but an orphan!!" he said angrily.
Arturio heaved out a mighty snort for such a young stallion. His anger was building at the mare and an urge to kill the foal developed. As he raised his hoof over the little black fillies head he smiled with contempt and bent his head over to the Welsh stallion.
"Shall she die, or shall she live with a fatal injury??" he whispered with a insane smile.
Though he knew that the odds of him taking two on he knew that he had his escape route right under his hooves, litrally! It made him laugh slightly. His idea of fun was being defined, winding up another stallion pony, taking a life and displeasing a mare. Yes, he could admit that he was sick twisted demented and pure evil because it was drummed into him. To have no mercy. To have no manners. To have no limits. Geuss who his idle was too, Peligrosas, The Grim Reaper. Thats who he looked up to, like a father figure and an idol .... thats who he wanted to be like! Only he was being evil on perpous while Peligrosas was full of anger for reasons he did not know but wanted to find out.
"Get closer and this hoof shall drop onto her skull!" he threatened them as he pushed his hoof against the fillies temple lobe.
Arturio was actually enjoying this fight. this is more fun then when I killed my younger brother!! he thought to himself with a smile. His pelt was shining with the blood of his victims, the tears that had cursed it and the cries for mercy.... that was what he wanted from this foal if she wanted to live so much. Once more he kicked out his back legs and swung around his hind hoping to bash into the mare. Right now he could feel no pain through the adrenaline rush he was getting. Within a moment he saw blood treacling down to the ground, then a gash on his neck ... not a large one but enough to make him snap his teeth at the mare.

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[Swede]

ooc: TPH- did you not get the PM announcing the ban on bright colors? Seriously, I mean it when I say I will not read red on green and such ridiculously bright colors. It doesn't look nice, it makes things hard to read, and you deliberately ignoring the rules is not attractive. Write normally, or forget RPing with me.

[Swede]

Canisp's keen ears flattened against her perfect head. She was angry. VERY angry. And an angry pony is not someone you want to mess with. Ha, this colt wasn't that much older. He thought he was a big brave stallion, but no, this was just a puny yearling, playing the bad guy. The idea made her want to laugh. So she did- she burst out giggling, tears streaming down her face as she let her ridicule for the colt flow her jaws. Then, in an instant, those same jaws whipped around, razor-sharp teeth sinking into the moron's fetlock, slicing skin, closing around fragile tendons, muscle, and bone. The filly twisted hard, making sure to cause plenty of pain. At the same time, her hooves, hard as diamonds, lashed upwards into the idiot's tender underbelly, scraping and gashing. "The only one getting fatal injuries here is you," she snarled at him viciously. "And, since your skull is too thick to be penetrated by anything more subtle than a bulldozer, that means no hoofs on MY skull, idiot."[/b] In one perfect, [/color]elegant movement, she swung around his foreleg, under his belly, and to the side, getting up in a flash of sleek black. In a furor, Canisp then swiveled on her hind legs, scraping the air with her mighty hooves, slamming them into the witless horse repeatedly.

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Droom's ears pinned back. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was being threatened. Horses - especially stallions - tended to take him for granted because of his size. Well, he was a lot more than what he appeared to be. He'd survived in this world for ten years, and that meant something. He wasn't the type that couldn't make it on his own. And every time he was challenged by another, Droom would prove himself. He always had. He always would.

He glared at the younger stallion. He seemed full of himself - and too much confidence could hinder him. "I will never leave a foal to die." He said, looking Arturio in the eye. "Nor will I back down to any stallion like you."

However, just as he moved in to help the filly, she burst into action on her own. Kicking and spraying insults - Droom was a little shocked, at first, but he got over that quickly. He took this opportunity to charge the stallion, spinning around to kick out with his legs. Whether or not Arturio dodged it or not, he couldn't tell, as his back was turned. Still, he knew he had a chance of hitting his target. He'd agreed to a truce with Beslou, simply because both had lost the desire to fight, but this time was different. Beslou was simply another stallion, obeying instinct and trying to grasp a territory of his own. This stallion... all he seemed to want was bloodshed. And that was something Droom could never forgive.

[xlivingthedreamx]

Not a stumble but a shake. His winter coat was gone and now he had a much bigger responsibility. A foal on the way and a lone stallion that had no reason to be so evil. At spotting the trouble Peligrosas reared up high and screamed out to them all as he lashed out over the oposing stallion, not Arturio. "Back down Sir." he said with his red eyes glowing fiercly at the Welsh. Then he walked over to the troublesome Arturio. A kick was his and so the colt stumbled, "You do not kill without my say so. You are in my company and as such are under my instructions." he paused, pushed his mighty chest out and walked into Arturio making him back down. Then he turned to Diamond, "Madame, you have to go and foal and I humbly invite you to join me in the travel back to my herd lands to do so." he smiled and bowed to Diamond then got up and glanced at the ponies. "Go! Leave with this little foal, the struggle for life is over." with that said he nipped Arturio into a canter back toward his lands. Then he turned his gaze back to the mare, and threw up high into a rear and winked toward her.

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[Swede]

ooc: Swede is suffering from jetlag and low sleep and extreme leg pain, and she has no patience for people who deliberately ignore rules, and warnings about the rules. Are you stupid, blind, or trying to be tough little person who is outside the rules, too special to comply like everyone else? I am sick and tired of this. Do not expect me to RP with you, as long as this continues.

[Swede]

ooc: Since TPH is clearly not in the mood to reply, and since no one is interested in following very clear rules, this thread is finished and locked. Don't expect Canisp to remember any of this fiasco that supposedly is called RPing.