there is no where to run .

[leira]

a l y c e ; ;

A bird twittered lightly in the distance, it's music sweet to the ears, yet far off, as if teasing one of where decent shade and rest would be found. A tree, perhaps, to shelter from the glowing ball of fire in the sky, and the protect from the gathering clouds in the west. The mare was giddy, despite the humidity the predicted a coming rain, and that the sweltering heat had yet to release it's hold around her throat. A line of sweat trickled it's way down her back, and she shivered, her thick mane moving in sync with her own movements. It was oddly quiet, other than that lonely bird somewhere out there, singing it's precious little heart out.

It had been a long time since she had seen another equine, and loneliness struck her heart and wedged itself in the middle of all of her thoughts. It made itself apparent, and made her wallow in self-pity, longing for company. She would find that bird, singing off in the distance, and hold a conversation with it. Him or her, she wanted to hear her name drip off her own tongue in a soft tone, without talking to herself. Talking to yourself meant craziness, and craziness would only lead to mild disasters and hallucinations. The beautiful bay would never allow herself to sink so low.

Alyce. Her name was Alyce. And when she met someone, she would finally said, "Hello there, my name is Alyce. And who are you?" The words had been so finely practiced, and she patiently awaited the moment to use them. Had loneliness driven her to this point of... insanity? Or was this sanity, this awkward, lonely state? This part of life left her to muse in silence, the only sounds she usually heard was the soft plodding sound of her own hooves. She was tired of being alone. Alyce was going to finally, finally! seek out someone else.

She lifted her head to the sky, eyes briefly connecting with the sun, and then kicked out her legs, hooves aiming towards the bright light, as if she could knock it out of the sky. She had once traveled by night and slept by day, but no one would ever speak to her under the moon, they all were sleeping calmly wherever they had hidden themselves. Of course, the sun shone, but rainclouds had gathered in massive forces, like an army coming to destroy the sun's white, fluffy clouds. Alyce's brown eyes flickered around with boredom, and she finally brought herself back to the ground, tossing her head, and then charging full speed ahead.

Hooves pounded mercilessly against the soft grass, kicking up them and large amounts of dirt. Alyce loved the feeling of her muscles straining to move faster and swifter, to tear up the ground and to fly forward, to feel as if her hooves never touched the ground. At these times, she truly wondered if she grew wings and they propelled her forward at impossible speeds, but of course, she was not that fast of a runner. Her heart was already pounding inside her chest, and her nostrils flared at an attempt to bring in more air. She was more of a short distance runner, and never had the need to try and expand her courses. The shorter the moments of galloping were, the more pleasure they brought to her.

Alyce slowed down to a canter, her dark brown mane and tail catching the light and making it look black in some places, and redder in others. Her eyes glowed with wicked delight, and she felt alive and happy for the first time in a while. Sweat dripped down her coat and made her sparkle in some places, and her sides heaved with the effort she had put out. Sure, she hadn't ran too far, but then again, she hadn't actually ran in forever. Her movements turned to a fluid trot, and she stretched out her thin and delicately muscled legs, letting them relax, and then stopped moving completely, closing her eyes. She loved running. It took her mind off so many things.

Pawing at the grass, eager for another run, her eyes traced back to the clouds. Spring showers, of course, was what was bringing on this random storms, but she did not appreciate it. With the humidity so high, she felt as if the short run had brought another brutal wave of heat upon herself. If the rain wasn't warm, she'd probably welcome it happily. She hadn't played in the rain since she was a young filly, and now, if no judgmental eyes sought her out, she would do it today. Or tonight. Whenever the rainfall approached.

Alyce flared her nostrils, taking in the fresh scent of rain, and the sweet smell of grass. She often found herself loathing the grass, as it was everywhere and in every point of view, along with those sickening hills, but it was lush, and tasted good on her tongue. She couldn't really complain. Ducking her head to nibble on a few blades, she kept a watchful eye out. Maybe a bold, charming stallion would meet her out here, surprised by her appearance! or maybe a shy, kind little mare who was lost and needed direction. Perhaps it was a arrogant, hate-filled colt who had escaped his herd, and now was frenzied for blood! Oh, the thoughts. The horror of someone unkind meeting her made her freeze for a second, but she relaxed a moment later.

She bet that if a quiet, grumbly stallion met her, he would not be able to keep that status. He would have to break into a smile, for he must have not seem someone in a long time either. And she would say her rehearsed words to him, and brilliant grin spreading across her lips, and a welcome look in her eye. If, that is, she ever found someone.

The bird who had once brought music to the air had fallen long silent, maybe during the extent of her run? She craned a head in the direction the sounds had once came from, but there was only the whispering of a storm in her ear. Glancing irritably at the approaching grey clouds, she sighed. How could she outrun another storm? Later in the week, she had been chased after by several storms, and tried to be pleasant about it, but it was not great to be on top of a hill during a thunderstorm, and there was no shelter to seek. Just an overhang was all she could plead for.

Musing to herself silently, she questioned her sanity. If she called out for someone, and no one replied, would that be considered talking to herself? She prayed it wouldn't, she was just so lonely and longed desperately for someone to answer her quiet tones. Shuffling a bit, she thought out what she would say. Would she call out a kind hello into the humid air? Or would she ask how someone was? Maybe, question if they knew where the closet herd was? Her ear twitched and she raised her head, jaw slacking open as she thought out a sane sentence to ask the air.

"Hello? Is anyone in this area?"

Nothing but a rumble of thunder answered her. The childish feeling of helplessness arose inside of her and she felt like weeping. Distressed, she called out again, this time in a louder voice, "How do you do today, sir? How are you doing, madam? Do you know where I could find someone..?" Alyce paused, cocked her head, and then cried out, "Oh please, don't let me sulk in my loneliness anymore! If you are ever so kind, please come and accompany me! Just for a little while, please!"

Sniffling at the grass, she flinched as the rain fell on her back, loud and warm. The sun still shone, and she scowled at it, for being so happy and bright while the grey clouds attacked it's blue skies. Lowering her head, trying to flick her sodden tail, she closed her eyes and hoped someone would appear. Some kind soul who would lead her to shelter, right? All she could really ask for was a friend.

Where was everyone?

words: 1,394 words! the longest I've written in a while. someone reply? please? (: while the muse is still burning?
notes: alyce, for whoever! muse muse muse is happy!

[breyercrazy52]

Gracey



The soft air was blowing upon Gracey's coat, Her simple life was calm as was her heart. She listened to the Birds chirp as she rose her head to see a horse, "Hello," She called as she kept listening tot he birds She was alone Gracey could tell. Gracey was feeling alone as well she could use some company to help her cope into meeting new horses.

[leira]

Over the sound of the pouring rain, Alyce was alerted to a different sound. A whinny, it's gentle sound dripping like honey through her ears. Her eyes rolled about in her skull, trying to seek the horse who had replied to her frantic cries. There. There stood a mare, the rain pelting down from the sky above her. Alyce stretched out a black leg, and then settled it back, her bay coat being drenched by the precipitation. Curious, she cocked an ear towards the mare, brown eyes eager to meet and speak to this new fae.

"Hello there! My name is Alyce, and who are you?" The rehearsed words sounded different when she finally spoke them, but a sense of accomplishment fell over her. She gave the new mare a welcoming smile, and looked around, the sun shining through the grey clouds, and the rain slowing to a gentle pitter-patter against their skin. The water seeped over her fur, warming her, and she felt relaxed as the sweat from her recent run quickly was washed away.

Pawing gently at the grass, Alyce then lowered her head to sniff at it, breathing in the sweet scent and fresh smell the rain had brought. It seemed as if the rain had cooled things off only a tad; the sun's rays still burned against her back. Shaking herself, the humid air once again tried to constrict her with it's heat, and she wished the rain would return, no matter how heavy it was against her spine. Glancing once up at the clouds, she shrugged her shoulders and approached the mare.

"It's been an awfully long time since I've actually seen someone." Alyce tilted her head towards the mare, her bay coat shimmering with rain. "Usually there's no one out and about." She smiled pleasantly at the mare, flicking her wet tail once. This mare was a pretty sight, but she wasn't sure how friendly she was. Hopefully the mare would be gentle and kind, and she wouldn't need to make an excuse to scurry off in the other direction. "And I don't mean to be nosy, but what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?" Another smile. She felt like she was plastering fake smiles all over her face right now. Ducking her head down, she nibbled on a few blades of grass and awaited her answer.

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notes: Hey Breyercrazy. (: Maybe you could try to make atleast a 150 worded reply? When you reply with barely anything, it makes it really hard for me to come up with something to reply with. A few tidbits you could add in would be what your mare is thinking about, what she looks like, how the weather is, what has happened to your mare in the past that might be on her mind. I'm glad you've joined, and I eagerly await your reply!

[breyercrazy52]

"Oh me I'm Gracey!" She said lightly Her name seemed to have a nice ring to it when it came through her mouth. "Oh don't worry I'm used to questions to be honest I don't even know. I Guess I'm Just Exploring." she lightly replied She felt like her voice was struggling to say the words as her throat began to hurt she lightly pawed the ground her face looked scared like five wolves had come around her She glanced over at the maple then tried to put on a fake smile. Her heart was pounding hard. "Uh I feel weird. Like I can run a Mile!" She pawed the ground again and reared up happily. This Mare seemed nice perhaps they could be friends. One question was racing in her mind What Clan did she belong to? Maybe to this mare clans did not matter she hoped so she'd been turned down by friends when they found out she was a neutral.

[leira]

I asked this kindly in the last post, and I'd like to state it again: Will you, for mercy's sake, give me a reply of at least 150 words? On the left, there's a box that checks the amount of words in a thing. I feel like I'm struggling to reply to your posts, and it should come easily to both of us. Please, will you edit your post to put something else in, I have suggestions at the bottom of my last post. It makes me wonder if you read it or not. Please, Breyercrazy, maybe you could modify your post to atleast 150 words so I can have something to reply to?

[breyercrazy52]

(I'm sorry is it better? )

[Haley]

I don't mean to barge in, but Breyercrazy52, Leira is going to reply to this thread. Just give her some time; just because she hasn't replied yet, doesn't mean her character has left. Please think about this and that reply you just made, because she's going to be very disappointed. I understand if your character really is leaving, though. I just noticed this and felt the need to say something.

[leira]

Thanks for jumping in Poozie, cause something did need to be said about that and I wasn't there to make a comment.

I do have a life outside of this awesome website, as I am in 8th grade, am about to get out of school to go to a busy busy summer, and then off to high school. I will NOT always be able to get on here. It kind of makes me sad that you cannot wait patiently for a reply; sometimes people don't reply for weeks. It's not like game forums, where their Role Playing games have ten people, and they reply all the time, no order, and they reply one sentences. I'm sorry that I haven't replied fast enough, but.. Gah, whatever.

Maybe you've been a poster for other games (such as Chickensmoothie, perhaps) where their RPGs animals wander off from each other and kind of do their own thing. I highly doubt this is the way Poozie intended FE to be ran, but correct me if I'm wrong. Usually the two characters, or more, in the post are always communicating with each other and rarely leave each others sides.

My apologies if I've gotten this all wrong, but I am slightly disappointed. I don't even KNOW how to reply to your post, either. What am I supposed to have Alyce do? "Alyce watched the mare leave." *facepalm* Okay. Enough ranting.

Thanks for posting with me..? o.O

[elizabeth]

Uh, since I'm guessing you still want to continue this RP, I'll post for you, Leira. (:

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karenza

In the hills, vacant of life and inhabitants, rain began to thunder down the range. Precipitation fell with a steady beat, pounding against grass and dirt alike. Hooves shuffled to add their own rhythm to an unsteady sound, furthering the drum-like audio.
Karenza's black canvas was mirrored by a waltzing shadow by her side, mimicking her every move or step. The wench was hardly devilish, though not quite radiating terms of angelic. More so in between the two motives. Fae raised her cranium skyward, mentally blaspheming whatever gods rested in the heaven's, pouring such a cold liquid upon their backs. She shook her neck, tendrils of black mane flying outward; releasing the drops of moisture from their stringy figure.

Her eyes sought through the opaque rain, thunder echoing her footsteps and lightning throwing moonbeams across her ebony pelt. Dark orbs sought for any sort of interest, be it the company of another equine or something else that tickled her fancy. Karenza's interest was hardly piqued by any sight that beheld her. What was there to observe that would actually produce some sort of intriguing stare? Thus far, nothing. She didn't exactly ponder and thoughts concerning who else could be so damned to be stuck in such pourings, with waters tipping from the heaven's to spill upon their waltzing backs. She halted her long, luxurious strides for a moment. Savoring the wet, cold moisture held upon her black flesh, spilling down her barrel.

Her cranium swerved about, auds flickering to listen to anything but the crying sky. She was given nothing, a frown creasing her lovely face as she continued her elevated trot. As she moved, the grass suddenly seemed rather short and timid, as though frightened of the fae that carried above them. Or perhaps wishing to not be treaded upon by the weight of any. Though the land could be considered lovely to most, no character nor charm evoked any sort of appreciation or affection from the fae. Her world was far too grey to ponder such things. Karen was not one to dote upon things that required pity, be it from herself or others. Thus, sympathy wasn't an alternative either. Remorse, perhaps, if she hadn't goaded her mother through childhood to be quite the wench, she would still have the ever-pleasing sense of motherhood, with her beloved colt in tow.

In the dark of the storm, though the sun did peek through it's hide-away occasionally, shadows seemed to wander about her, stalking up her spine in their meandering prowl. She did not shift away from them fearfully, nor did she embrace them. The same motives were placed toward the lightness of the sun. What a joy it was to be neutral, neither light nor dark. The two did not compliment each other like fire and ice, instead, they butted heads. A constant battle intended to deceive their owner into their nature.

Karenza simpered at these childish thoughts, animating the two sides of which she was mixed with her own wondering. This land was rather lovely, though. If it's beauty was only skin deep, and it instead inhabited the lest-liked creatures, she would be rather similar to it. Her pelt was lovely, quite pleasant on the eyes, but her personality argued another tale; for it wasn't quite beautiful either. She dismissed those thoughts, far too shallow and a narcissist to compare herself to a pile of dirt and grass. She flicked out of her momentary daze, straightening her ebony throat to look down upon the hill in which she perched. At the base of the hill stood a mare, one whose labium's parted to release cries of calling. Retreating into the shadows was another mare, cantering at a quick pace to flee.

Karenza descended, elevated strides ending as she neared the base of the hilly terrain. Grass here itched her ankles, though it's green flesh seemed to flaunt a rather tasty flavor. She stepped in front of the mare, her dark gaze honing in on the opposites. She cocked her head rather curiously, yet managed a mature, sophisticated look. "Hello," she said distantly, the ghost of a smile upon her lovely face. "Who might you be?" Her voice indicated otherwise. She truly did not care who this mare was, for she was sure they'd never meet again. Should they, she could always request an address a second time.

Karenza eyed the femme up and down, not quite in the stud fashion. Steed's whose gaze lingered in the most private places, invading a mare with their brutish fantasies. She forced herself to stifle a snort, still letting her dark orbs to not eye this fae like a piece of meat for sale. That would've made her much like any sort of stallion to wonder.

That was her ever-living prejudice of stallions, of course. A pulsing, living hatred that rang of passion. Her despise was hardly likely to falter unless she truly encountered a stud with an amiable persona and motives alike. But as she so often did, she dismissed that possibility. Reminding herself with a rather peculiar annoyance that they all were like that, simply too caught up in their own desires to strike pity or sympathy upon their victims. However, she wouldn't allow herself to be so vulnerable in any case with a stallion. Instead, more so dark and morbid with her threats upon their life. Verbally or physically, Karen intended to fight back against any sort of stud. Pledging so even if they were the kindest of brutes.

Their excuses for treating mares so brutally was the need to populate their herds, a petty desire that was so common in those studs. One she did not see as amiable in the least sort. Let alone chivalrous, even if their personalities said differently.
Forcing her thoughts away, she continued to wonder about the mare before her. Did she have a herd? No, that was unlikely. What would a claimed mare be doing out here, alone? Though it was not in the slightest the mares fault, Karen felt that tiny, hardly-noticeable sliver of trust made upon acquaintance breached, what if this mare was accompanied by a stallion? Having cried out a calling as mere bait to lure other fae's. Her caution was overrated, Karen knew, but her wary nature kept her far too fond of the past.



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[breyercrazy52]

(im sorry i'll stay in )

[breyercrazy52]

Gracey grazed a bit then shook her mane as she felt bugs crawl up her legs she nibbled on some ripe green grass and shook her head. "Do you mind if I ask you some thing Alyce? What is your side dark or what? No mean to be rude I hope you understand." She smiled trying not to sound nosy. "By the way im a Neutral." She looked over at the other mare, "Greetings I'm Gracey. Who are you?" she felt dumb as she asked Gracey was hoping that she didn't leave a bad impression. She breathed in and out slowly then slowly looked at the nature the tree's leaves were beautiful and the wind blew them lightly. flowers were at the bottom of the tree as they seemed to be smiling at her in greeting. She looked at them again. she saw many different kinds. She never knew so many lived on the small earth.

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