Point Me in the Direction of...

[cowgirl4lyfe]

See how they run like pigs from a gun!

The Turtle

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Dilluted eyeballs peered across the vast meadow of green. He lowered his lids slowly, a spider thin smile crawled out of his warm maw and onto his face. "What god, he or she almighty, laid down their thumb on this land?" he questioned aimlessly into the air. The sun hung in an ocean of blue on streaks of yellow in the sky, so bright that his eyes bled tears when trying to marvel at it. A cool, damp wind caressed his face. The same wind he had been tracking down for days now. It was bitter on the tongue, from the land of salt and sand. Putting a right foot forward, he moved to the nearest dark mass with his chest out.

"Pardon my intrusions, étranger, but can you point me in the direction of Her who is calling? By that I mean, pity you misunderstand for she is no being of flesh and blood, but it is the Sea that I'm searching for."

He rubbed his itchy hocks together, looking out over his shoulder to double check the obscured green flooded land. Maybe he had past right on by her, dismissing her crashing waves for a herd of elk. Now that would be a true shame and proof of his own distortions of reality. He chuckled and returned attention to the horse before him.

I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!

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Words: 223
Muse: Growing.
Notes: I pictured him asking a beautiful mare, then on his way to the ocean with her guiding, he falls in love. All welcome!

[fORTE]

The sun was beginning to rise as Winter awoke. She breathed the crisp morning air that seemed, after months of snow and ice and cloudy breath, so warm, with revel. What a beautiful day on which to be alive, she thought, exactly four years after she was born…or, she chuckled inwardly, as close as she could estimate. She had been born in early spring, so every year she just congratulated herself on surviving another year when the air began to turn warm.

The filly—more of a mare now, with a pretty a black coat and snow-white markings as could be, but she still felt so young—shook herself, dislodging the dew that clung to her mane and tail, and started forward, out of the grove of trees she had sheltered in the night before. There were still no other horses around, and her spirits fell slightly. It had been a long time since she had had the chance to converse with someone, and she longed for company.

There was still an inch or two of snow on the ground, but in some places where the sun shone directly for most of the day, there showed vivid green patches of grass, young and short and sweet, that called to her. Shaking off her feelings of loneliness, Winter fell to grazing, her thoughts straying back to her foalhood days when there was nothing more pressing than the urge to frolic in the sun….

It wasn’t long before she felt the thud of footsteps in her hooves, and she raised her head curiously to look for the source of them. Immediately she noticed a dark figure in the distance, coming toward her, and she stood still, watching it approach. Soon she caught its scent—a stallion, and as he came closer she could see his dark coat and curiously long mane. He seemed distracted, or at least he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her. The stallion stopped and made an exclamation and Winter turned to see what was so exciting; she too was struck by the simple beauty of the sunrise, but she had seen prettier, ones with reds and oranges and pinks…

The mare turned to look back at the stallion and took a step back in surprise; he had come closer to her, but she recovered and perked her ears to receive his question.

“The sea? Why, it’s west,” she nodded in that direction, “not terribly far from here.” She paused, wondering if she should introduce herself, if he would even be interested. “My name’s Winter,” she said quietly.


((A Beatles fan and a French speaker! I'm so excited to have you here. =D ))

[cowgirl4lyfe]

See how they run like pigs from a gun!

The Turtle

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Rolling, ash colored mist lifted with the sun and made her image more clear to him. Virbrations of pleasure ran down his spine as rays heated his back. She reacted slowly to his jubilant presence. He threw back his bulky crania with relief, nickering loudly. "West and not far. Thank you for your help, love." he commented and persued the horizon which he thought was westly. Her smooth, feminine vocals like honey ot his ears came again. Pivoting on his haunches, he faced her once more. "Winter, please forgive me. Call me The Turtle, love." and he bowed deeply to her, chin touching his thick chest.

She is a pretty thing, a good-right size, a proper easy on the eyes little thing... Behind his collasole, layered black dreads his mohagany pools of mystory scanned her up and down. He couldn't leave her just yet, no. He was bewildered on his sense of direction. West could be east, east could be south. He could be traveling days and not reach the sea's sweet calling. Trully, the only sure and safe was to get there in time was to have the onyx femme who calls herself Winter, take him there. Would she accept? The Turtle chewed on the wet inside of his cheeks.

"Would you, dear Tempttress, do me the honors of taking me to the sea?"

I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!

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Words:
Muse: Great.
Notes: Awesome, same here - major Beatles fan. I'm glad to be at the site! Don't know French though - googled the word stranger Also, mispelled some words, didn't have itme to fix them. Sorry!

[fORTE]

The black filly lifted her head and arched her neck in surprise as the stallion bowed to her, a smile spreading across her face. She had never been bowed to before; she suddenly felt respected, like she mattered. Not that she had ever really felt like she didn't matter, no; she had just felt that she didn't matter to others. It hadn't bothered her. Winter was not bent on pleasing others before herself. Her philosophy was that to cause joy in others one first must rejoice in one's own self. Which she had always done anyway.

The stallion straightened and Winter returned his respectful gesture less extravagantly—a simple deep nod with closed eyes. The two stood in silence for a moment, she looking for his eyes beneath that luxurious mane, so that she might deduce what he was thinking.

Suddenly he spoke again, and Winter's heart began to pound at his words. Temptress? she thought, severely flattered. This boy certainly knew how to charm a mare...if he was even giving it any conscious effort, she didn't know, but she was already coming to like him just the same.

A quest! The filly's ears pricked and her hooves felt lighter suddenly, like they wanted to prance all the way to the sea. How fitting: At spring's arrival a lonely mare is stumbled upon by a charming stallion who whisks her off to the sea on an exciting adventure...Or, she thought, amused, as I will be the one guiding, perhaps I will be the one to whisk him away. Having lived in or near the lands Horse Mountain her whole life, she knew the basic layout of the land. Her father had been around in his bachelor days before he had met her mother, and had passed his knowledge on to his daughter.

"I accept," she nickered, and briefly explained about how her father had taught her what he had learned. "From what he told me I know it's not a difficult journey from here to there, just forest, a wide plain, and hills, in that order." She took a few steps west, away from the sun, and stopped to look at the stallion to be sure he was ready to go.

((Ah—too bad, but oh well. =) ))

[cowgirl4lyfe]

See how they run like pigs from a gun!

The Turtle

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

The tar colored stag brushed his whiskery maw on her satin shoulder, a little encouragement for her to make the right choice. Her scent imprinted on his nose. He could smell all the places she's been, a few things she may have eaten hours ago - mostly the stringy emerald grass the grew along sides of freshwater. Quiet the opposite than what he was searching for. No, the sea was much more wild and suspicious. Who knows how many souls it pulled into its watery depths.

She thought hard, tracing a map through her head before nodding excitedly. "So we have an accord, then? Perhaps I can repay you in someway once we reach our destination." He watched her take a step and followed not behind or ahead of her, but parallel to the gentle fae's starboard side, as her equal. Their double shadows, like a pair of turtle doves so closely knit, grew on the ground with the rising sun. He flung out his foreleg, a dazzling ivory hoof slicing the baby blue sky. "To the stars!" he announced. A frown waring his face; though they couldn't see them he knew they were there.

A forest, plains, and some hills. He could manage this. His physical abilities were well enough to make him succeed. And it was nice to have company. He looked at her now, whipcord hanging down her backside like a lush curtain. "So tell me, love, where are you from, what's your story?" he asked with sincere curiosity. Bronze mud clung to his fetlocks as he tracked through puddles left from the storms. He waited for the borderline of trees to show, maybe it was farther out than he thought. Either way, the stud couldn't wait to see this majestic asylum of oak and pine.

I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!

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Words: 300
Muse: Great.
Notes: It might take me a little longer to reply to the next post, my Internet time is limited

[fORTE]

A smile spread across Winter’s muzzle as the stallion spoke—so polite. “Yes, sir,” she answered, “but repayment won’t be necessary.” She took one last look at the fading colors in the sky before starting forward again, toward the trees that were just beyond the horizon. Having a strong presence beside here when taking on a journey was immensely comforting to her, and she walked close to the black horse, glad to have found friendship in another.

“I was born in a valley not far away,” she said simply, “during a snow storm. My mother was the only mare in my father’s herd at the time. I got a lot of attention when I was younger.” Again images of herself as a small gangly foal came to her mind, and she smiled. In the background she could see her parents watching her play with her mother’s coyote friend, Tyth. The filly and the coyote had become wonderful friends over the years, and she missed him almost as much as her parents. Perhaps she would visit them one of these days.

((It's cool, sorry it took me a while to reply this time. My power was out for no reason at all. xD

I have a question—how are we going to play out the journey? All in this thread? This thread and one near the sea? Other threads in other boards? Time skips?))

[cowgirl4lyfe]

OOC - how about we post a thread in each board until we get to Sunset Cove. we can do mini plots for each board. i will make a thread in the Rebels and u can reply. maybe we can get Firework involved in a small plot there too

[fORTE]

((Sounds like a plan. I'll let you know if any mini-plots come into my mind. Do you want to continue with this thread or start a new one right away?))

[cowgirl4lyfe]

OOC - I will work on a new one We can rp them going through the forest and into the Rebels.