Xeoa
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Post by Xeoa on Jun 17, 2007 23:54:49 GMT -5
Skulkily, the grey wrapped his strong but slender neck around the trunk of an olive tree. From this view, Morlan could see all the horses in the valley, including Kain, but only the aggravated Matrik could get a glimpse of the guilty Thoroughbred. With a snort of preperation, Morlan then let out a whinny so powerful, it alone raised his front hooves to the heavens, and sent his doubts down to the pits of Hell. The whinny rang out across the whole Valley (maybe even past the Entrance, but he was too absorbed in the Now to tell) and echoed off of the surrounding mountains and hills. It was a cry that was translated by strangers as a call for herd members, but was hopefully deciphered by Matrik as an apology, as a will to make amends, and a plea to follow the remorseful grey to the grove. He needed Matrik to put his plan into action, and only Matrik. Oh, please come, Morlan prayed, Please come.((OOC||Well, this is my last post for a few weeks. Don't do anything too fun without me!!! ||))
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 18, 2007 14:05:58 GMT -5
F O R G I V E N E S S;; D O U B T;; F E A R
Matrik started when he heard and saw Morlan's rear, and the whinny peirced his ears. It was a sorrowful whinny and almost.. a surrenduring soung, and he felt his heart begin to bleed in remorse at what he'd done. He waited for the other stallion to land on his feet before approaching, his mocha pelt now dull looking in the fast fading light.
As he carried himself in one fluid stride to where the other stallion stood, he began to doubt this. Maybe this was a trap! Morlan would lure him in and take him down. The tree would be a good thing to use against him here. He stopped for a moment and turned his ears to the side warily before taking the next tentative step. And then, he was there. He couldn't deny it now: Morlan had some sort of power over him and it was unnatural.
Kryptonite, Matrik thought with a sinking feeling his the pit of his stomach. Morlan's my kryptonite. But does Superman want you to know what his kryptonite is? No. And you won't know until- or if- I'm ready to tell you.
"Apology accepted, Morlan." The bay's voice rang clearly into the rather humid night air.
Or.Maybe;;: I will S T A Y
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Post by Xeoa on Jun 30, 2007 13:02:12 GMT -5
Morlan watched the dark stallion meander up to the olive grove, noting the uncertainty racing in and out of Matrik's mind. The grey knew that his plan wouldn't work easily, but he had to try. It would take all the power in the world to get the stag to forgive him. Yet Morlan had to attempt it.
"Apology accepted, Morlan," the bay plainly stated. That was easier than I had planned, the grey thought. Then the Thoroughbred continued to phase two.
"I know a way to fix things," he explained, "but it will not be easy to trick that stallion. I need your help to do it."
((OOC||I'm baaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!! ;D||))
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 30, 2007 14:09:52 GMT -5
C O N F U S I O N;; T H O U G H T;; W O N D E R
Matrik stared puzzledly at his comadre, his ears pricked and his eyes becoming accoustomed to the faltering light. A way to make things right? He shook his head. What? If there was a way to trick the retreating stallion, he would've thought of it. He had always been exeedingly intelligent and the fastest thinker. What was this? Morlan thought he had a plan, huh? With a hearty chuckle, Matrik agreed to listen, knowing it would probably be futile.
Or would it? He began his comlecated thought process, his dark ears swiveling back and forth as the gears shifted. Maybe Morlan was smart. Smarter than even Matrik himself. Morlan did seem... different, eccentric in some way. Nobody had ever beaten Matrik at anything, and the thought that the smaller, gray thouroughbred would be smarter than him was ridiculous. And yet, something drove the warmblood stallion to give the other brute a chance. If, in fact, he was smarter than Matrik, than the bay could use him by his side. And at the moment, it seemed that was what Morlan wanted.
This situation was a thing of wonder for the confident stallion, his ego shrinking rapidly. He wasn't as strong as the reatreated stallion had been, and maybe he wasn't as smart as Morlan. What was he actually the best at? Maybe he didn't have any traits that distinguished him. He arched his neck. That was when he remembered seeing his handsome, muscled figure reflected in a pond, not too long ago, and how he'd stood for hours admiring the proud bay looking airily back at him. What did that mean?
E X P L A I N;; it all to me.
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Post by Xeoa on Jul 2, 2007 17:19:58 GMT -5
The grey watched Matrik with half interest as the bay's self-esteem seemed to expand and contract with each passing of a second. Morlan didn't have time for his friend's review of events, even if it was in the Warmblood's head. He needed to put his plan into action before the Frisian horse left the valley, before it was too late.
"Can I depend on you or can't I?" the Thoroughbred hastily spat. Morlan knew he sounded cross and impatient, but that was infact how he felt. There was no time to waste. "It won't help just standing here. Do you want a solution or not?" he emitted. With a beckoning swish of his tail, Morlan started treading softly towards the left side of the grove.
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