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Post by Ostrich on Jul 28, 2018 8:28:47 GMT -5
Skellington Jack, for all intents and purposes, was bored. The lands had finally calmed down after the monsoon that came through them and left them soggy and wet; they were once again dry and arid. The voices in his head were even quiet for once, which most likely meant they were planning something. It gave him an unearthly sense of calm, something he was neither fond of nor hated, but somewhere in between. It made him uneasy. "There are few who can deny, in what I do I am the best-"He started with a low rumble of a tune, just trying to keep his mind from being lost in a gust of desert wind...more so than it already was. At least he had a very active mind, and was not in some stupor. As he started to sing, his eyes brightened up a bit. "When it comes to surprises in a moonlit night, I excel without ever even trying. With the slightest little effort of my ghost like charm, I have seen grown studs give out a shriek..."He had seen that indeed, it was quite entertaining to watch them shriek like Michael Jackson in an old music video. "With the wave of my hand and a well placed word, I have swept the very finest off their feet."That was definitely true, the ladies were in love with him, always. He slowly began swaying his rump to the tune playing in his head, as his hodgepodge of voices began playing their instruments to it. "Yet year after year, it's the same routine-and I grow so tired of the sounds of screams. Yet I, Jack, the Pumpkin King...have grown so tired of the same old thing..."He sighed, it was slightly true. Mares coming and going, coming again. Wanting more pretty babies. No one came to challenge him, no one really seemed to deter from the norm any more. With a moan, he continued on, walking down the hill. "Oh somewhere deep, inside of these bones; an emptiness began to grow; There's something out there far from my home, a longing that I've never known..."He had never voiced the feeling that he knew was deep inside. The longing to return to the life he left behind; to normalacy. Or, perhaps it was just a longing to find a colder climate. Standing defiantly, he held his head back up. "I'm the master of fright, and a demon of light-and I'll scare you right out of your pants.."It was true, he had scared quite a few; especially when he was talking to himself. "For my talents are renowned far and wide. To a guy in Kentucky..."He paused. He had no idea what Kentucky was, but it sounded to be in tune with the music. "I'm mister unlucky, and I'm known through out England and France."Again, he didn't actually know where that was, it just seemed to be a made up place and seemed fine with it. Perhaps one day, he might like to find out if it was real or not. "And since I am painted, I have made many a mare fainted; through my recitation of Shakespearen Quotation!"He had, he remembered, recited the line from Romeo and Juliet several times to ladies who would not tell him their name. It was getting old, perhaps he was better off using something from Julius Cesar next time. "No animal, nor man, can scream like I can, with the fury of my recitation!"He threw his head back and reared, screaming a whinny out for all the land to hear. It was time, indeed, for some sort of get together. A town meeting, if you will, to decide how to get Jack back on his feet. As he landed though, he let a deep sigh loose. "But who here, would ever understand-that the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin, would tire of his crown...if they only understood, he'd give it all up if he only could..."It wasn't entirely true, he liked his life. But it seemed lonely sometimes. He had the mares, surely, and the foals, but he had never really made any friends. Never forged any alliances. With another wail, he side stepped, awaiting the arrival of the mares. "Oh there's an empty place in these bones, that calls out for something unknown, the fame and praise come year after year-does nothing for these emmmptttty tears..."A thought struck him then, a glorious little thought. He'd never chosen a lead mare. It was high time he had the battles, had the fights, to determine who would be lead. He only needed to see who was willing, who wanted to partake. "Town meeting! Town meeting!"He called out, stomping his hoof as he walked around in a circle belting the words, shifting his gaze from side to side as he did so. Yes, this would be a change of pace for the lot of them. Then maybe they'd find somewhere else to live, where it wasn't quite so...awful out all the time. Weren't the boys young enough to move on by now? Perhaps they would like staying in the desert. Then again, probably not. Who would? Besides a crazy old stallion who had just wanted to be as far away from everything as he could. OOC: Alright, this is going to be for the entire herd. However, unlike the last one, we are not going to just stand around and wait forever for replies. You will be given FOUR DAYS to reply in your designated order, at which point it will roll to the next person. I'm going to suggest this order, but if you all want to switch that is fine: jenn w/Ambrosia (since the other thread is going on, let's leave Donatello and Michaelangelo out of this until later) night w/ Strife and Grim Reaper's Pleasure RileyCasper w/ Marionette Strings and Painted Doll callie w/ Lunatic and Cactus Blossom
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Post by jenn on Jul 28, 2018 10:31:36 GMT -5
L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E Unless she was with Skelly or her boys, Ambrosia had spent a good portion of her time alone. She wasn’t really a solitary creature, but she was too proud to admit that she was wrong, to anyone outside of her family at least. Whether it was real or perceived, Ro always felt like the other mares judged her for abandoning the herd and then coming back. Quite frankly, her decision was between her boys and her pumpkin king, and if Skelly forgave her, then they should, too. Deep down, Ambrosia still felt guilty for all the problems she had caused with Skellington and poor Michelangelo. Although she’d never admit it to anyone, she didn’t know if she could ever forgive herself for the immature, rash decision she had made.
Ambrosia had been standing underneath a tree, trying to escape the unrelenting heat that scorched the desert, when she heard his call. She paused for a moment, ears flickering, trying to determine if he was calling out to the voices that plagued his mind or to the herd. The desert was silent for a moment, before her pumpkin king called out again, this time clearly trying to bring his herd together. Snorting slightly, Ambrosia picked up a trot to traverse the desert.
When Ambrosia was getting close, she slowed to a walk. She didn’t want to appear desperate. It wasn’t so much for Skelly’s sake, because he knew how she felt about him, but she didn’t want to see their judging stares. As she came over a sand hill, she finally spotted her pumpkin king, and quickly deduced that she was the first to arrive. Ro didn’t have time to try and figure out what the other mares would think of that. Her heart began to flutter slightly at her love, and she wanted nothing more than to be with him. She resumed her trot, the dry sand making puffs with every step, until she reached where he was standing. Ro smiled coyly at the two-toned stallion and cooed seductively to him, “Hello my pumpkin king, you called?”
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Post by night on Jul 28, 2018 19:42:51 GMT -5
Grim had been settled near a watering hole, underneath as much shade as she could. Oh how she missed the sweet rains of the monsoon that had swept through here. She missed the coolness that allowed her to wander this dreaded Desert. Now the heat was back, and with a vengeance it seemed as she tried to keep her dark pelt hidden from the devilish sun. Or as her son seemed to call it… the great fire demon, maybe he was on to something there. Either way, she had to keep herself hydrated more so than others who had lighter pelts, oh how she envied those pelts. She was curled up while her son seemed to dance around and play in the sand for a short time before hiding with his mother under the shade, whining about how the sun demon was trying to kill him. Her ears flicked towards a sound, it had sounded like Skellington, or was it this heat playing tricks on her mind. Hearing it again, she jumped up to her feet, nipping her son on his rump and calling for her daughter to come along, wherever the filly had gone off to. She was as strange as her father that one. Making her way towards Skellington Jack, she spotted him after a couple of minutes of trekking through the blistering sand. “You called my dear?” Her pelt was already darkened from sweating in the heat, something that seemed to make her more irritable than normal. She noticed a painted mare nearby, she’d never really spoken to her, despite the fact they had been apart of the same herd, something she blamed the fact that she’d disappeared quite a few times from Skelly’s herd. Having completely missed one of her children grow up… and even that of one of her grandchildren . Strife groaned as he had been told they were leaving the shade to go find his father. “Life giver… the Sun demon… he claws at my flesh… he wants to eat me! I miss the falling Liquid of life… will she ever come back?” He watched his mother with a curiosity, before looking around for his sister. “I don’t see the she-devil… has she run away?”
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Post by RileyCasper on Jul 28, 2018 19:48:09 GMT -5
The blood bay was just on the edge of the desert, Her two only yearlings were now just feet from her. She watched Scorpion and Painted Doll closely. She noticed since the two were born that Scorpion had taken to be protective over her little Doll, almost to the point she didn't have to. Sure there were times she'd scold them and her little prince would stand between the two and defend the little princess. Marionette didn't know, but there was something wrong with the little doll. Almost to the point she wanted to cast her away. It wasn't like Skellington Jack's insanity it was more... insane. The young doll was able to predict the future and often lived in fear of things. The mother's ears tweaked at the call of her painted knight, at first she didn't move but snorted. "Come you two. Our king calls." She urged the two forward first, forcing them into a trot and then following. She then called out to Skelly, returning his. "On our way, but Doll is slow as ever." She hated that little filly. She couldn't keep up with all of Skelly's other foals. Painted moved at her mothers urging, but not fast, her eyes dilated and her trot slowed to a walk. This was a bad idea going back. She moved closer to Scorpion, as her mother threated to move her faster, and she picked back up to a trot. She kept her voice low, weak, "Scorpion, something doesn't feel right about this meeting." Marionette pulled in front of the twins and moved faster, eager to get to see her painted knight. When they arrived, she gave a smile to the painted mare to her right, which she had come to know as Ambrosia, Skelly's first to have foals. She gave her a smile before bowing to her knight. She bumped Doll to urge her to do the same, but she didn't bend, instead she just moved to the other side of Scorpion, keeping behind him slightly. She'd only seen her father a few times. As Skelly's first mate arrived she seemed irritated. Marion could sense it. None of Skelly's mares seemed to know each other after name basis. Painted Doll sunk even lower at the voice of the colt and other mare. callie
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Post by callie on Aug 1, 2018 1:53:46 GMT -5
Lunatic stood off in the distance, away from the rest of the mares. It wasn't that she wasn't social, its just that she sometimes preferred solitude. Her daughter was now a strong two year old, and rarely relied on anything from her now. Then again, not that Lunatic really minded it anyways. The peace was nice, and she enjoyed the break from having to constantly keep an eye on her little trouble maker. Speaking of the devil, the mare peered around the lands with her one good eye, looking for the little monster.
With Cactus no where in sight, the mare shrugged and cocked her rear hoof, beginning to doze off slightly before she heard her lover's call ring out around the barren lands. The mare perked her auds in the direction it came from, and watched as the other mare's began to make their way towards their great king. With a soft sigh, the mare took off at a lazy lope, taking her time to reach the others.
Once the mare finally joined the others, she could sense the tension rolling off the others, something the mare never enjoyed. It never led to good things. Flipping her attention to her king, she tipped her crown slightly and spoke. "Yes my dear?"
Cactus seemed to be in her own little world, and couldn't care less about what was going on around her. But once she heard her father's loud call echo throughout the barren landscape, the mare snapped back into reality. This was something she shouldn't ignore, well, something she couldn't ignore. With a swish of her long tail, Cactus lurched forward and began to make her way down the dunes to the others. She could see them all circling her father, but watched as the other foals kept a slight distance, something she definitely planned on doing herself.
Nodding to her mother who glanced back at her, Cactus stood in silence, awaiting to hear what her father had wanted.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 5, 2018 8:56:02 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed. Now that they were a little bigger, she was beginning to slowly understand her powers-not much, but bit by bit she understood her relationship with the land. Instead of faltering like her sibling did in the sand, she seemed to almost float above it-learning to manipulate the sand into hard pieces of rock so that she could step upon them. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing, and she still needed her mother for milk. As soon as she figured out how to eat grass, she was out of here. "I'm right here you half brained twit." She rolled her eyes at her little "brother" something she at the moment was refusing to admit. He seemed to be half brain dead or something, always making things up. She, of course, had a "cool" head on her shoulders and never made a mistake in her dear little life; but all he did was whine. She looked to her mother, being completely serious as she spoke again. "Can I please just kill him and put us all out of the misery of listening to his stupidity?"
Scorpion barely heard his mother as they neared, his eyes only for his sister. He ignored everything else around, only seeing her and only moving when she did. He glanced only briefly to his mother, not caring about her unease at all. At his mother's harsh words toward his sister; his ears pinned and he snapped his teeth toward her behind her back. He drew in a sharp breath, ignoring his mother as his sister slowed further. He looked upon her with loving, baeful eyes. "Do not worry my sweet, we will flee if we have to." As she sunk lower to the earth, his ears pinned, and he positioned himself over top of her-eyes flicking back and forth as he watched all the others come closer.
Skellington Jack did his best to remain calm, despite a circus occuring in his head. Jimenia and the Leper Elf were screaming at each other and throwing things, saying they wanted a divorce; because apparently Jimenia had gotten drunk and slept with Oogie the other night. The Leper Elf, always in a drunken state, was hurt by it all. Lock was taking the time to take up folk tavern songs, and was currently writing lyrics down in regards to the fight. He would periodically sing them aloud, trying to find the right tone to sing them in. "When I got home on Monday night, drunk as drunk could be, I saw the door a slightly ajar-rushing inside I thought she'd run so far; I called to me wife, me darling little wife, "My sweet my sweet are you alright?" Quite oddly she replied, "Of course I am you drunken fool, it's quite plain to see...no no now that's all wrong, this thing will never make a song!" Skellington watched as the mares came, the only one who seemed satisfied with the gifts of life he'd given was Lunatic. Marionette rushed to him, leaving the children behind. Ambrosia had already expressed concern. Grim was older than any of them now, and seemed to hate the twins, tired as she was always. He frowned, had he so horribly failed them all? He must have. The heat was getting to his sperm and making his children crazier than even he. It was baking them all; so they were all acting like they'd been born high off magic brownies. He stomped his hoof, not addressing anyone in particular as he made his annoucement, but screamed it over the voices in his head to make sure he was audible. He couldn't really hear himself think. "It has come to my attention that everyone is unhappy. In lieu of this..." His voice trailed off a minute as he looked to the mares. One of them should be lead to help them find a new home. Skellington knew he couldn't be trusted to find such a place. But who would be the best option? This is not something he could easily just choose; it had been so long and he was so horrible at decisions. "Someone needs to lead us to a more appropriate climate. I do not believe this is a suitable home for us anymore." He looked to Ambrosia, they would of course find the children before they left as they seemed to be the only ones not in tow. Surely they were okay though; Mikey knew the terrain almost as well as Skellington himself did. He snorted, and looked to Marionette, then to Grim, then to Lunatic. Cactus was growing into a beautiful young mare. He was proud of her; he did not know the rest of them well enough yet to say the same. "Who it will be, decide amongst yourselves. I am in no state to make such decisions."
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Post by jenn on Aug 5, 2018 11:22:14 GMT -5
L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E One by one, the mares of the herd arrived. Their offspring trailed behind, making Ambrosia’s heart pang with longingness for her own two sons, begging the universe that they were still safe. The boys were almost full grown, and she knew that eventually, they would need to leave the herd to start their own families. But, that day wasn’t quite yet, and it was a mother’s right to worry over her children. Mikey and Donnie gave her more reason to worry more than ever, they’re relationship strained since she and Donnie had returned.
Ambrosia was surprised that no one seemed to be openly hostile towards her. In fact, Marionette actually gave her a slight smile, which Ro returned. Maybe the herd didn’t hate her after all? Ro was almost scared to think it, but maybe she had found her home after all? Ambrosia quickly was snapped from her thoughts as she saw movement in her peripheral vision. Her head turned and she realized that her pumpkin king had stomped his feet. It was only then that Ro saw the turmoil on his features. Something was wrong. Ambrosia didn’t know what, but she could tell that something was bothering Skelly.
Ambrosia didn’t have to wait long to find out, for shortly after Skellington had stomped a hoof, he began speaking. Her heart sank as the words left his mouth, knowing that her most recent conversation with her pumpkin king had contributed to this speech. And while it was true that she had previously been unhappy, that wasn’t the case anymore. Ambrosia lowered her head as she listened, keeping her eyes intently on the two-toned stallion. As he spoke, Ro felt a little bit less guilty. So maybe it wasn’t just her concerns about motherhood, maybe many of her herd mates were unhappy with the living conditions the land provided the. Ambrosia couldn’t lie, a change in temperature probably wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She had never loved the dessert, but had remained after her return because of her love for her pumpkin king.
As Skellington announced that he would not be choosing a mare that would lead them out, that they would have to decide among themselves, Ambrosia couldn’t help but widen her eyes at the thought. They didn’t know each other very well, it could end very well or very poorly. Ambrosia glanced around at the other mares of the herd. Logically, she’d be the best choice. Her children were practically grown; they didn’t need constant watching over. And she wasn’t in child at the moment. But, would the rest of the herd follow her, after what she had done to Skellington and Mikey. Ambrosia remained silent, thinking it over. If no one else stepped forward, she would and see the reactions, but for now, she wanted to judge her competition.
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Post by night on Aug 7, 2018 20:16:59 GMT -5
Grim watched both of her children, seeming to ignore them as they went about their antics. She’d raised a child before, though not very well in her mind since she’d disappeared during her Daughter’s growth, she found herself wondering how Til turned out… if she was fine… if she was even alive. Now she had these two foals to look after. Her daughter Discord seemed to float over the desert, she wasn’t sure what it was but it seemed strange, for even with her brother being about the same weight, he stumbled about in the sand at times. Shaking her head she glanced towards her love, Skellington, her coat glistening in the sun and the heat. She love him, she truly did and had been with him throughout so many years, but this place’s desert was not as bearable as it had been at their old home… or maybe that had to do with the fact that she’d been younger then? She wasn’t quite old enough to be considered old yet… she could still have foals for him if he wanted them, but this heat was quite unbearable. Pinning her ears at her daughter, she gave Discord a harsh look. “We are not killing off your brother. Enough of that.” Strife looked up at his father, cocking his head a bit as he moved closer, seemingly ignoring his sister as he came up to the reason for him being alive. “Painted King, what are the life bearer’s going to do?” RileyCasper you are up "
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Post by RileyCasper on Aug 8, 2018 15:39:09 GMT -5
Marionette stood there, staring at her Painted Knight. Her nostrils flared. He was right of course, the herd had a hard time surviving and thriving in the desert, but if it was where her Painted Knight was, it's where she wanted to be. When he told the mares to decide amongst themselves who would be the best lead mare, she looked over at Ambrosia again. She knew she would be the best choice. Marion looked back at her two foals, pinning her ears back. She hated that filly so much, but Scorpion was the best thing to happen to her, he was perfect. Doll leaned into Scorpion ready to turn tail and run if the mares decided it was time to fight, but instead she sunk hiding behind him. She feared the mares and her father. Marion finally spoke up. "While Grim has been with our king the longest, I think Ambrosia would be the best fit for lead mare. Although I'll follow you anywhere you go my Painted Knight."callie it's your turn hun.
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Post by callie on Aug 9, 2018 1:49:40 GMT -5
Lunatic stood silently and watched the pained expression cross her lover's face. She had known something was off for quite some time, but was always too nervous to confront him. A heavy sigh left her kissers as her attention turned to the squabbling foals, and she struggled to focus on the word's that left her king's mouth. From the few words she caught, she knew that Skelly was giving the mares the option to battle it out, the winner being the one to lead them to a new found home. The mare chose to opt out of it this time, for she was currently in foal, and didn't even want to consider risking it. She knew Ambrosia was more than capable of leading them, however, she was still slightly skeptical, as she had disappeared for quite sometime.
However, Ro did come back, but things were clearly different. With a slight nod to the other mares, Lunatic turned to face her lover, and gave him a gentle nudge with maw before turning to walk away, the damn heat causing a sheen of sweat to form over her dark pelt. She needed to find some shade.
Cactus listened intently, watching the confused expressions cross the other mare's faces. At first, she was confused too. Everything seemed to be going well, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized just how wrong she was. Her father definitely not been the same lately. He always used to be so upbeat. So happy. But now he always seemed to be in his own dark little world.
The young mare's auds flicked backwards for a second when her father mentioned that they needed a new leader, and a slight sense of rage coursed through her veins, but a slight tap from the lizard's tail that was perched on her shoulders reminded her to stay calm. Cactus thought about speaking up, but she knew her place. She was too young to even consider challenging the other mares, let alone lead the whole band. Cactus watched her mother nudge her father before walking away, and she suddenly got the urge to follow her. She couldn't handle everyone at once, the many voices clouding her head. She never really fared well in social situations. Cactus looked back to her father, her face matching his pained expression.
OOC: This sucks, and I apologize everyone.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 9, 2018 7:56:14 GMT -5
@csllie it does not I think it is perfect.
Skellington Jack nodded as the mares thought. They did not seem to want to fight, which was fine-fighting could end in injury and everything and then it would make the travel harder. No one spoke up about wanting to take the position, which pained him even more. The voices were in council for the moment, Jimenia had locked herself in the bathroom weeping, threatening to murder everyone and kill herself. It was quite hard to focus when everything was going on in his head. No one spoke for the longest time, and he began to worry. The voices were no help in this worry; they just kept their council of what to do about the LeperElf and Jimenia, and so the frown increased. It was Strife who broke the silence, and he couldn't help but grin. Trust his children, his darling little creations, to pull him from the darkness. He waited to reply though, allowing the mares to say their piece. No one spoke toward him but Marionette; offering up Ambrosia. Whether it was logic or out of hatred and annoyance, he wasn't sure. Nonetheless, Ambrosia had seen the lay of the lands when she left, it would be easiest for her to lead them to safe places. However, some slight skepticism remained. She had told him that she had gotten overwhelmed before, and he did not wish to overwhelm her once more. His mind wandered to the two foals they had; Donnie and Mikey. Donnie had gone with her on her journey, perhaps he could lead them all? Let Ambrosia help but not take the full responsibility? He glanced around-where were those two boys anyway? Perhaps they were finally working everything out. Last to react, probably processing it all, was his beloved Lunatic and Cactus. They had been steady with him for the longest, never leaving. He could see the sweat on Lunatic's side, and worried for her and the one growing inside of her. She did not show much yet, but she was growing slowly. She would have the hardest time with the journey. With a nicker, he nuzzled her back as she left; he could see the pain on her face and knew she wouldn't go far. Lunatic had never left his side once she had decided to stay with him, he did not think she would ever leave him. He glanced to their darling foal; almost fully grown now. There was determination in her eyes, and he grinned. An idea had struck him, and he hoped they all would agree. In order to take the full strain off of Ambrosia, he would enlist the help of the foals. It would make sure everyone stayed in check. He brushed his muzzle along Lunatic as she left, his gaze shifting to Cactus. He smiled to her and the lizard on her head. He nodded to her a moment, dipping his crown. He'd loop back around. He lowered his crown to the little one, looking to the filly. She was an odd one, and a nasty one, but she took after the fire Grim had in her soul. She reminded him of Grim when they had first met. His attention turned back to Strife, and for the moment everything else faded away. "Little prince, they're going to help me find us a new home. Where the sun demon does not claw so much at us, and does not make it unbearable." He nudged the little colt, before his attention turned to his filly. He loved her, because she was his, but she was an odd duck for sure. He glanced to Grim, she seemed so tired from all of their antics. He nuzzled her gently before he looked to the filly, ears pinned slightly. "Stop threatening to kill your brother, little Alien. Why cant we all just get along for once?!" He marched toward her and lowered his head to her, both angry and sadness in his eyes. Why did his foals have to make it so hard on their mother? It was no wonder Ambrosia left, which saddened him again. She was back, but things didn't seem quite the same between them. Nothing was ever the same when they left and returned.
Discord pinned her ears as her father marched over and snapped her teeth at him. She did not like being called alien by her father, it made her feel more hateful toward everyone. She glanced to her little brother. While they did not get along, there was some bit of a protective nature to her. She was the only one allowed to torment him; no one else was allowed. Everyone else was such a goody too shoos that they never managed to get that far into a conversation, so she just appeared to be hateful and hate him. No one would know the truth. She just hated the whining, which he always seemed to be doing. Her gaze turned back to her father and she glared. Her ears pinned to match his and she snapped at him, which caused a snapping match back and forth. While it was clear neither of them was actually trying to bite the other, she would snap at him and he would snap back at her.
That occurred until Skellington launched into a fit of giggles, which threw Discord off guard. Her ears flicked and she looked to her father as though he was mad, which just made him giggle more. Rolling her eyes, she turned and walked a little bit away to the tuft of grass shooting up from the ground. It was course and hard and felt like it was going to rip her intestines to shreds, but it was sustenance.
Skellington's attention turned then to Marionette then, and the foals that lay behind her. He had not gotten to spend as much time with them as he would have liked, but they were an odd pair. It was evident that Marionette was unhappy with the filly, which caused Skellington to resent the mare slightly. All of his foals were precious to him; even the odd ones. He would return to them in a moment. He brushed his muzzle against Marionette, nibbling at her mane slightly. "Thank you for your opinion my love." His gaze shifted to the foals, the colt standing over Doll protecting her from the heat, or whatever. He knew the filly was strange, but he didn't care so much. They were all strange in their own way. Instead of towering over them, he laid down a few feet from them, and crawled toward her. He glanced to Scorpion for permission, whose ears were pinned a little, but softened when he realized he meant no harm. He did not remove himself from overtop of her. "What do you think, my little princess?" He leaned a little closer, resting his head against the sand and just looking over her. "What do you think about having Donnie, Ambrosia, and Cactus leading us to...greener pastures?" His voice had softened, he wasn't making the official announcement just asking what she thought. She seemed wise beyond her years. Scorpion's ears flicked as the stallion approached, but settled. He lowered his crown and nuzzled against Dolls.
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Post by jenn on Aug 9, 2018 12:32:54 GMT -5
L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E Silence enveloped the herd for several minutes, with the exception of some mild bickering from some of the younger foals, and a sense of uneasiness passed through the mares. It was clear no one wanted to fight; whether that was due to the heat or the fact that a majority of the herd had children to think about didn’t really matter. Just when Ambrosia couldn’t bear the tension any longer, a tiny voice spoke up. Eyes followed the sound to its host, one of Grim’s foals. It was such a silly question, for clearly that was the problem the herd was trying to solve, but coming from one so small and innocent, it seemed to have taken some of the pressure off the mares. As Skellington began to discipline one of the foals, who had been threatening to kill her twin, Ambrosia became lost in her own thoughts again. Could she really handle the responsibility of leading the herd to a new and better land, a herd that she believed didn’t trust her to not run off again? She was brought back to the present by the sound of Skelly’s contagious giggle. Ambrosia couldn’t help but smile along, not because the laughter seemed to make the disgruntled filly even more annoyed, but because it had been a long time since Ambrosia had heard her pumpkin king laugh like that. She silently vowed to herself that she would do all in her power to make sure her kept smiling, even if that meant taking on a responsibility that would be challenging.
Marionette was the first mare to finally speak up. Ambrosia’s ears flicked lazily to catch her words, but her head snapped to look at the dark mare when Ro heard her own name being spoken. Ambrosia stared at her for several minutes, even after she was long finished speaking, trying to detect any ill-intent, but Ro was unable to find any. Ambrosia smiled at her Marion again, but she was still wary. In her experience, others didn’t do things like this out of the kindness of their heart, and Ambrosia still wasn’t convinced that there was an underlying plot yet to be discovered.
No one else seemed to speak up, on her behalf or on any others. One of the older fillies, whom Ambrosia had heard Donnie call Cactus, seemed to be angry and have something on her mind, but in the end, didn’t say anything. Although she was surprised, Ambrosia was also slightly relieved. Not because it meant that she was to be lead mare. Quite frankly, while the idea of having that much power was exciting, Ambrosia was scared that she would disappoint her pumpkin king once again. She was pleased more-so because it meant that there would be no fighting. While Ro didn’t know the members of the herd personally, she didn’t want to see any of them injured scared what it would do to Skellington.
Ambrosia’s gaze was averted when she saw Skelly move in her peripheral vision and remained fixed on him as lowered himself to the ground to remain eye level with one of the more skittish fillies in the herd. The next words he spoke surprised Ro, but they also comforted her. There was the possibility that she wouldn’t have to do it on her own? Donnie was smart and kind, and this would be great leadership training for when he would eventually have to leave to start his own family. And from what Donnie had told her about Cactus, the filly was odd, but was also wise, and would be a great help traversing the dessert, since Ambrosia still was not very familiar with it. Ambrosia realized, though, that Skelly wasn’t asking the herd, but that he was asking the tiny filly on the ground, and so the two-toned mare remained silent, her features hopeful as she waited for the foal to answer.
notes ?! sorry it's wordy with no real content, muse is running low today but I wanted to make sure I had a post up before I left for visit family this weekend! words ?! 651 tagg ?! night you're turn! credit ?! REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ Caution 2.0
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Post by night on Aug 9, 2018 18:36:37 GMT -5
Strife listened to his father’s words intently before glancing around at the different mare’s seeming to take in what this meant. He didn’t really know any of the other mares and only figured out Ambrosia because someone called her out and there seemed to be only one mare that everyone was looking at. He looked at her with wonder as his eyes grew wide, excited to where she could take them. Grim shifted her weight around a bit as she glanced around the herd, her eyes moving over to Strife as she heard the painted colt speak up to his father in those riddles that he liked to talk in. She could feel her coat drip a bit with sweat from the heat. She watched as Skelly moved towards Discord and seemed to scold her for threatening to kill her brother. She didn’t quite understand the filly yet, she always seemed to pick on him, but deep down in her maternal gut, she felt like there was something more. Just couldn’t put her hoof on it. Glancing towards Ambrosia, the dark mare nodded as she looked at her. “I’m good with the decision for you to lead us somewhere safe. You’ve been around these lands and would know them better than others.” She seemed sincere and probably for the first time in Grim’s life… she wasn’t really hateful or angry towards it. Maybe because she realized if she fought this she might face being left behind in the desert, or it could have been that she was agreeing because it would please Skelly… not to mention she didn’t know the lands. After some time, Strife walked over towards his sister, not saying anything as he watched her, cocking his head. He couldn’t figure out how she seemed to walk so easily through the sand… it was like she was floating almost. “Sister…. How do you float… are you a witch??” RileyCasper
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Post by RileyCasper on Aug 10, 2018 4:24:22 GMT -5
[googlefont=BenchNine][googlefont=Raleway] [attr="class","thetruth"] These wounds won't seem to heal this pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase Marionette's attention moved to each herd member as they spoke. There was something about Skelly's last two fillies... They were odd as ever. She knew her Painted Doll was strange and just the short interaction with Discord she had, that little filly was odd as well. As Skelly brushed against her, she leaned into his touch, thankful for it. She looked over the mares again, thankful she wasn't going to lead them. It was a surefire idea that Ambrosia would, as well as the older foals that at this point weren't foals anymore. As Skelly asked her little filly she picked up her back hoof, why was he asking her? At the question of what she thought, Doll's body froze, her pupils dilated. She didn't answer for a long time either, just sat in silence for several clicks. It almost seemed like she didn't breathe either. Thoughts played through her mind, all about how the three questioned would lead them to safety. It panned over well in the visions but visions weren't always reality, they weren't set in stone. Her pupils undilated as she looked at her father as he crouched before her. She looked up at Scorpion, heterochromia eyes searching for his reaction if it were safe for her to speak. "I think..." her voice was soft, meek. "It would be safe." The only other member of the herd that knew about her premonition abilities was Scorpion at that point and even Doll wasn't sure if he knew what the extent was or what the signs where. FYI Doll is a Premonition Psychic that's why she knows. [newclass=.thetruth]color:#16121a;[/newclass][newclass=.thetruth a]color:#8B3A3A;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.thetruth b]color:#8B3A3A;[/newclass][newclass=.thetruth i]color:#302738;[/newclass][newclass=.thetruth u]color:#302738;[/newclass][newclass=.thetruth s]color:#16121a;[/newclass][newclass=.credit]opacity:.1;text-align:center[/newclass]
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Post by callie on Aug 21, 2018 0:14:15 GMT -5
Cactus watched as her father interacted with the other goals. Something was definitely odd about the two fillies, but she didn’t bother to say anything. She was too busy lost in her own little world, holding a “conversation” with Steve. For some reason, that little bastard seemed to keep the filly sane, to a pint of course. The young mare’s tail swished slightly, her ears peeking at the mention of her name, and suddenly her attention was refocused back on her father, who was now leaning over one of the tiny fillies, asking her a question. Her draw just about dropped when she heard what her father had asked.
Co-lead the others? “I’d be honored” Cactus was certainly surprised her father had even suggested the idea. Suddenly the filly seemed to stand a bit taller, her ego inflating just a smidge. But she wouldn’t let the responsibility go to her head. She wanted her father to be proud of her, she needed it. Her attention turned towards the other mares, awaiting to gauge their reactions at her father’s suggestion. Hopefully there wasn’t too much protest, it was a lot of responsibility to put on such a young mind, but hopefully they’d see that if her father believed she could do it, then they could trust her.
Lunatic grinned when she heard her lover’s suggestion, pride coursing through her veins. She was definitely a proud mamma. She could only hope the one she carried now turned out to be just as good as her darling little Cactus. The mare nipped at her flank before turning her attention back to the others, her head cranes slightly to watch them with her good eye.
OOC: I typed this on my phone, sorry it sucks and sorry it took so long
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 2, 2018 19:46:35 GMT -5
DiscordA deep exhale escaped her, rolling her eyes at the insanity of her family. While they were hers, she still wished she was out on her own. Maybe she could sneak away from the party when they were going along, since it was obvious her father had no intention of letting her lead. He did not know her true potential, and the others would all perish without her-she was sure of that. It wasn't until her brother came toward her that she snorted again. What was he doing here, even existing? At his question though, her ears pricked. Perhaps...perhaps she could have a little fun with him, and perhaps she could create her own minion herd. "Can I tell you a secret, dear brother?"She batted her eyes to him. Stepping closer. She nipped his ear, glancing to her mother, as if they were merely playing. Confidently she began to whisper. "Not a soul but you will know; but the burden I bear is a heavy price and to share it with my dear brother will soften it..."She didn't know if he would feel the curling of her lips against his ear hair or not, but she couldn't help but grin. It was the only thing keeping her from bursting out in a fit of giggles. "I am not a witch, but a goddess. I was reborn upon earth to hide myself from my godly counterpart, a ruthless man...you know him, the Sun Demon. He was my betrothed. But he is a brutal awful thing, who only sot to torment others. There is no kindness, not like you, sweet brother. I looked over the earth with such joy that I wanted to be a true part of it..."She pulled away then, looking into his eye on that side to see if he believed her at all...doing her best to keep a straight face as she whispered only one more thing. "Won't you help hide me from the demon in the sky?"ScorpionHis ears pinned back as his father had approached; how dare the stallion who did not keep his beloved Doll from being chastised by the mother ask anything of her strengths? Perhaps he only wished to include her in the discussions, but it was hateful to do so in such a matter. He looked upon his father with slight disdain, looking at his head laying there in the sand. If he reared up, he could squash him like a bug-and then he would never ask anything more of his beautiful sister. No one would. Scorpion knew she was tormented by something that he could not protect her from, so he would protect her from everything else-including their own family. He eyed his mother a moment, she was the worst of them. She treated his sister like she was a disease upon the land...when he knew who the true disease was. His gaze shifted back to his father, and he leaned in to whisper something in his ear. "I do not need premonition to know what will make mother happy again...We are older now father, and mother grows tired of us...give her new life to carry, so we may be free of her watchful eye."He leaned down and nuzzled his sister then, eyeing his father to tell him it was time to go. Skellington JackHe for the moment, ignored everything around him but his daughter and the colt above her. The voices even were silent, as Skellington took in her reaction to his question. The voices were trying to process it all. They did not comprehend what went on in the little fae's mind, or why her eyes reacted like that. After she had spoke, the colt leaned in to tell him something. His ears pricked and he looked to Marionette with a sly grin. He glanced to the colt again, nodding as he crawled backwards away from them. He would obviously have to watch them...there was something odd with the colt and filly. He stood then, and looked to Marionette, prancing to her side. He nipped along her shoulder then, brushing her ear ever so gently. "Would you like a present before we go, my sweet? Let's meet before we leave."A proud grin placed on his maw when Cactus stepped forward, announcing her decision to accept. He had only to wait for Ambrosia to accept, but would not see why she wouldn't. He moved toward Grim, hearing her words and becoming suspicious; she was not normally this...accepting. He nuzzled her though, resting his head over her withers a moment as he looked curiously at what their foals were doing. Grim had been with him for the longest, and her opinion was...to be honest, the one that meant a great deal to him. Her accepting put him at ease. He nibbled on her mane a moment, forgetting what he was even talking about as he watched their foals strange dealing...before he started coughing on a strand of her hair. He hacked a moment, then stepped away, nudging her shoulder. He looked to Ambrosia, hoping she would accept. Before he stepped aside from Grim and stomped his hoof. "Once we arrive at the promised land and are settled, when the warmer weather comes, and the new foals born, we will have a competition for who will be the official lead mare. I know you all have patiently waited for me to make such a decision, but I fail at such decisions and I wish not to make it. Strength will be tested, wits will be tested, and other things."He moved away from Grim to move toward the center of the mares, though he kept talking with each of his steps. "We will leave the desert at night, where traveling across this terrain will be easiest because the..." He looked to Grim's and his children and said with a giggle. "Sun demon...will have gone to sleep."His gaze swept over the entire herd, before landing upon Cactus. "Can you and Steve please go find your brothers Donnie and Mikey? Even if they decide not to come with, they should say goodbye to all of us, so I would like to see them."He nodded at that; they were old enough to make their own decisions. Cactus too, was old enough, but she seemed proud that he had named her to help lead. He looked again to the rest of the herd. "Ambrosia and Cactus, with Steve, will lead us. If they choose to come, Mikey will follow; he has become a strong fighter and will be able to help protect them. Scorpion, Painted Doll, Discord, and Strife will follow in a group behind them with Marionette and Lunatic; Donnie will be behind them in case they get separated from the group; he knows the land well as well. Grim and I will bring up the rear, in case something attacks from behind."He stomped his hoof, looking to the herd. It felt weird saying everyone's names, but this was a matter of orders instead of fun times. He shook his head, to get the silly feeling out of his head, before looking to the herd. "Find places to rest now, my loves. We will meet here again at dusk, and head out once the sun fully sets. That way, we can watch the sun set once more upon the place we once called home. My Damsel, won't you join me?"He winked to their foals, only doing what their son had suggested. Besides Ambrosia, all the pregnant mares would be in the center, protecting the foals. It was a foolproof plan. If they came across any stallions, Mikey would be there to stop them. It was not as if Skellington would be too far behind; but it would be easiest for if they got separated. Donnie too could help protect the foals, and Skellington would be right there with him. Cactus and Mikey; he knew their sounds well and could sprint to their aid if trouble arose at the front. He knew the foals, Lunatic, and Marionette well to sprint to their aid...and should he need to do so, he knew Grim could take care of herself to catch up. He nodded at the decisions. OOC: Alright. jenn is up next but has MCATS this week, so we're kind of putting this on hold. Let's try to get some of the threads in here wrapped up. The official journey to the new land will start on October 1st, or if we're all ready before then; we'll start early. Mostly we need callie back and jenn to PASS HER MCATS! So if you see Jenn on...ask her how studying is going He's going to meet up with Marionette for a little bit, so you all don't have to post in order if you are momentarily exiting the thread to get some rest; just post when you feel inspired. The posting order for the journey will be Ambrosia, Cactus, and Mikey (in whatever order), (might be easiest to do Ambrosia/Donnie together and then Cactus/Lunatic together. I'll post whatever XD) Then Marionette, Scorpion, Painted Doll, Donnie, Lunatic, Discord, and Strife. (Again, we can group them) Then Skellington Jack and Grim Reaper's Pleasure. We can group them so you only have to post once, but try to keep it in the groups as best you can. (So I'd do the foals, then Jack, then Mikey as the first of the start of the next grouping.) Any questions?
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Post by jenn on Sept 10, 2018 13:40:18 GMT -5
L E T T H E R A I N W A S H A W A Y A L L T H E P A I N O F Y E S T E R D A Y T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E Keeping on ear trained on her pumpkin king, Ambrosia gazed around at the herd, and much to her surprise, everyone seemed to be in agreement. She knew it was the power of the stallion. For despite not knowing one another very well, they all shared one common interest: Skellington and his happiness. She was just glad that it meant that she got to show off her leadership skills to Skelly. Maybe once they reached the new herd lands, he would allow her to remain in her leadership role. After she heard Cactus proudly accept her role in this mass movement, Ambrosia stepped forward, head high and a glint of pride in her hazel eyes, and replied, “I do as well, my pumpkin king.”
Ambrosia was a little disappointed by his next words about having the mares fight for the permanent lead mare position, but she kept a straight face. She would have to show Skelly that she was the right mare for the job and leading the group to new lands would be the first step of that. Ro listened intently as the stallion spoke, nodding in agreement to his plan. It was smart, especially with so many little ones, to travel at night. Granted, it would be easier for a predator to sneak up on them in the darkness, but there were enough eyes and ears to detect creatures who wished them harm, especially in the order that her pumpkin king suggested.
Ro’s heart sunk at the thought that Mikey and Donnie wouldn’t come with. She knew the day would eventually come where they would leave the herd to start their own families, but she didn’t want that day to be so soon. It felt like they were finally becoming a family again, and she wasn’t ready to let that go, not yet. Ambrosia knew she couldn’t stop them, though, and would support whatever they decided. Sighing, she wasn’t quite tired yet, but she knew she had to try and at least get some rest before the journey. Ambrosia didn’t want to be in less than prime condition as she took on her new role. She bowed her head before telling the rest of the herd, “Rest easy, everyone.” Ro then turned and walked away. She knew of the perfect shady spot where she could try and doze for the next few hours.
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Post by night on Sept 15, 2018 9:40:58 GMT -5
Strife was watching his sister intently, awaiting her answer with such a curiosity that he had never shown before. His ears pricked as he seemed to perk up at her mentioning telling him a secret, his head bobbing as she spoke. “Secrets are best locked away safely… please let me help lift this burden from the witch’s shoulders…” He shifted his weight around a bit as he listened to his sister whispering into his ear, he stood stock still as he took in all of his words. The look in his eyes was full on wonder as he believed every word his sister was telling him. “Of course, oh wonderful Goddess… I shall help protect you from the dreadful fire demon, he shall never bother you again!”
Grim looked back at her children, cocking her head, curious as to what they were up to. Strife seemed quite simple really, though her daughter seemed like quite the mix between her and grim… she wondered if the filly inherited his insanity or smarts. She would have to keep an eye on them in order to make sure they didn’t wander off and get themselves into Danger. Maybe it would be good to teach them how to defend themselves as well… It was an interesting thing to try and figure out.
Calling out to both of her children she went to direct them to a place to get some rest away from where the sun was, at least until it cooled down. “Come on you mischievous two, let’s go rest up for this journey ahead.” She nudge both of them, keeping a close eye on the surroundings.
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Post by Ostrich on Oct 8, 2018 16:49:50 GMT -5
Discord waited with bated breath to see if her brother would by it, and an inward smirk curled across her features and at the corners of her lips as he finally spoke, excited it seemed to be given the task. Her eyes stayed soft upon her little brother, mischief in them but also a new found...adoration of his simple take on life. She really would grow fond of him in time, even though she still wanted to kill him while he slept some of the time. "Shhhh keep your voice down least his agents hear you." She winked, and then lowered her head to butt her muzzle amongst the sand. Focusing herself, she did her best to try to hone in on the roots amongst it, to try to find grass-but her mother broke her concentration. She glowered toward the mare a moment, before looking to her little brother. "We best listen, least she get suspicious we are up to something. I think she knows..." She batted her eyes innocently toward her brother before reaching out and nipping at his ear with an almost squeal, whispering gently toward him. "We must keep up appearances, they'll get suspicious."
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