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Post by lovestogallop on May 13, 2006 18:25:17 GMT -5
As long as it's okay with bear, I'm hosting a character compotion, where I will judge who has the best job of role playing their character. You really need to make your character sound amazing and write alot, really get into your character. The prize, once again ONLY if it's okay with Redwood/Bear, is a new heard, of your choise. Light dark, neuteral, rouge, any. If i'm not impressed with any of the competitor's writing no one gets the prize. Don't start a new thread. just post below.
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on May 13, 2006 18:35:01 GMT -5
do you mean composition? and does it have to be a character from this board?
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 13, 2006 18:37:54 GMT -5
Sure, I'd rather not another Dark, but okkies. Yes, I approve this, I'll change that to **COMPETITION* right? BEGIN!!! I enter Toff^^ Lol
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on May 13, 2006 18:39:06 GMT -5
I shall enter Craven Prepare to be stunned ;D It will be in on Sun. Night
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 13, 2006 18:52:58 GMT -5
ookies^^ Goo'luck^^
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Post by lovestogallop on May 13, 2006 21:13:02 GMT -5
yep. so far we have 2 enteries. (can't spell today)
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Post by Stella on May 14, 2006 8:13:16 GMT -5
i enter Stella! I will make mine perfect!!
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Post by lovestogallop on May 14, 2006 12:45:25 GMT -5
Okies! we now have officaly 3 enteries!!!
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on May 14, 2006 15:11:11 GMT -5
Ooc//: heres my entry its not the best and i may change it but this is what 6 minutes gets me ;D
In the grasps of autumn a prodigy was born. He was not any taller or more handsome than any other colt of his age. His parents were not the leaders of a large band or any band for that matter. They were just there. The birth had been unexpected by all but his mother. The lead stallion of the band was not his father and so he was born into the lowest of ranks. His father was unknown and would stay unknown throughout the colts life. He was alone in the world. A bastard colt in the Redwood Canyon Band. The Redwood Canyons were unknown to all other wild horses in the area due to it’s layout. The Canyon was deep and sheltered from the rain by the large redwoods that stood as a roof above their heads. From above it looked as though the red terrain stopped and became a lush grazing ground. But all those who attempted to partake of the lush leaves fell nearly 300ft to their untimely death. His mother had died some time ago to the claws of a Puma who roamed above the protected valley.
This is the story of Craven …..
Thoughts of the unknown ran through his mind as he walked throughout his homeland. The lead stallion always gave him trouble and he was growing tired of his arrogant nature. He may be lead stallion but one day I will show him the same pain he has showed me. The stallion was indeed always giving him trouble. Sending his own heirs to kick and bite Craven till he fell in a unconscious daze. The most annoying of which was the oldest of Vincent’s heirs Rannoch. Rannoch was the spitting image of his father a tall sturdy colt with eyes of ice and mane of onyx. His coat was a sleek dapple grey that reflected the suns bright waves and gave him the look of a walking legend. Years of bad breeding that was all he was. thought Craven.
It was a bright day when Craven finally did what he promised. That same day Rannoch and his brothers had yet again chased him throughout the Canyons floor and took him on eleven to one. Another unfair fight that had lost Vincent three heirs. Rasic, Giha, and Iret were the youngest of the heirs but had promising minds. If only they had chosen a different day to pick on Craven. The anniversary of his mothers death. Craven had had enough.
Arrogant Vincent came to Craven’s usual spot in the canyon. You have been here for far too long Craven and I will not be the one to here yet another death has befallen my sons at your hooves. And that was when Craven snapped. He reared up at the nearest thing which happened to be Rannoch. His hooves lashed out at Rannoch’s face and tore at his chest with unimaginable strength. Rannoch fell quickly to Craven’s feet in a pool of blood. Vincent charged at Craven hitting him full in the chest knocking the breath from his body. On the ground he lay until he felt yet another set of hooves attack his body, and another, and another. The whole band was on him now tearing away his flesh in great waves. Craven got to his feet and ran as fast as his stilt like legs could carry him.
Over the years his young body grew into a physique to be proud of. His muscles filled out well and his adult coat took over his sleek body. His once dull grayish white baby coat turned into a bold pattern of blacks and whites and his mane became a silky ivory with onyx streaks. His Journey Continued to the west until he came across a vast land of redwood trees.
In the bright morning of a spring day he came across another stallion much like himself or so he thought. His name was Charles Dot.
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 14, 2006 15:16:20 GMT -5
I am doing one for Toff, and one for Redwood...
This is another post, recent, from Redwood {bears}
What is the rain, but a bringer of Memories, and death? Bear felt numb, physically and mentally. He heard the screams of the redwoods as they swayed and fell once in awhile. Falling of the Redwoods was a horrible danger, killing everything in it's path, bringing the hurt of loss to the world.
Bear listened, not hearing anything but horses, Redwoods crackling, the thunder smashing, the lightening sreaming the world... The sound of galloping... The rain slowly left him... he was standing... The thunder cracked... A gun shot rose... The gates were cold... The ringing scared him into a Gallop, a sprint, a horse smashed his side... The sound of a Redwoods fell... He Leaped forward, beating #7, passed #9, and leaving the favorite of the race in the dust. His bit pulled him as he skook his head. He slowed. halfway there he was in right next to #2. Is galloped into him, he reined though and smashed #2, and he lunged back. He stretched, getting again another 10 feet. The final stretch... The sound of Screams of people arose... the sound of screaming thunder arose... he Reared. His rider fell. he turned and saw his rider in his last seconds before the herd came. He leaped into the crowd. the sounds of screams arose. He ran to the marble. The feel of Cold metal penatrated his skin. He yanked back, blood pooring from the gash... he looked down, seeing the Scar there... He ran to the side, people running in front of him, his anger made him continue, even though it meant screams... A branch hit his head from the wind... He reared high, and galloped toward the desert. hours passed as reeds and weeds dared to break him in, leaving their bloodied mark... he could feel it like he did then... He stopped one stop, and then galloped, blood and foaming at the mouth. He came to the redwood forest and fell. He screamed... he screamed, the lightening illuminating the rearing figure. His hooves fell to the ground. His legs hurt like then. He looked at his front left shoulder, blood pooring from it like a then. The lightening flashed, showing it was just rain water pooring from it's side. He looked toward the sky. he hurt, just like then, then, now, and forever.
Lightening flashed, as the lost stallion stood there. he'd ran here in fear. Again, he heard the gallop. behind him. He turned his head. Nothing. He looked forward in relief. He turned his head in front of him, as an illumination of lightening lit up a figure in front of him. He Reared back in fear. It stood there. A red horse, smaller than he, the size of him when he raced about... The horse looked dark brown in the Rain and soaked, but it wore a racing number, saddle, and mask to keep dirt from it's eyes. The Lightening lit up again, the horse wasn't there. His imagination played a trick on him. A horrible one. He was in no danger of falling redwoods from here, but he felt in danger...
Toffs recent one...
Toff stood next to the pond. The lilies pulled the opposite direction as the rough wind pushed them. She gave a humming-growling angered Nicker. Her clouded eyes began to water. She reared. She layed herself down, Coat pushed into the wrong direction as she dropped, but she didn't care. The clouds slowly came as the hours passed. She fell alseep woke to feeling water droplets smashing her. Unuasual, she normally woke up when it started... They stung her, each smashing her and stinging her like fire. She went under a tree like a foal under it's moms neck. She sighed, remembering her mother but not able to sleep as it stung. Though she didn't want to, memories came to her. She was distracted by the crack of thunder. She wasn't sure if she was crying or not. She made an attempt to get home. hearing only wind and the shaking of the trees, she couldn't feel vibrations or hear anything. She yelled for help, but the thunder struck again, too loud. She yelled again. She stepped forward, dizzily, her blindness pushing her into the water. What she thought was a pond, was a river. she could hear cracking as she fell under the surface, the sound of a Redwood hitting the ground close by. BANG She felt her leg being scratched. She took five quick breaths of wonderful rainy air as her nose peirced the night. She felt the cold air hitting her. Feeling the water on her side, she knew that she was faced toward the land. Kciking the redwood, she got her neck out of the water, and resting, but bearly. Mud pushed her back in. She felt the sense of dying, and all that she'd miss... She yelled for help, bearly making an echo above the noise...
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 14, 2006 15:17:39 GMT -5
OMGOSH, WOAW! Crimson, Thats A MAZING!
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on May 14, 2006 16:03:12 GMT -5
No its not. My muse is ruunning low with so many forums i participate in.
Ixinion Redwoods Myth True Putnar Forest long forgotten Saphire Moonlight Dark Depths and a lot more i can't even remember
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 14, 2006 16:05:29 GMT -5
Woaw... I just do 2-3. Ixinion Redwoods (I don't remember the name, but it's with Baya By Stella)
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on May 14, 2006 16:09:45 GMT -5
oh yeah im in that one too ;D Im Wega there i have so many characters its hard to remember them all let me trie and name a few
Purgatory Rannoch Kadaj Ardon Craven Shadow Wega Lust Wrath Vincent Kasade And more i also can't remember
*cries too many
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Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 14, 2006 16:11:57 GMT -5
Charactors: Mariah Oponi Iris Yuma Darkwynd Redwood Eragon Toff Abhay Abhay Abhilasha Roran Ea Roran Iris Mariah (again, other wolf RPG) Mariah (ANOTHER wolf Rpg^^) more... To many!!! lol^^
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Post by lovestogallop on May 14, 2006 19:31:49 GMT -5
Cool! AHHHH!!!! it's soooo hard to choose!!!!!!
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Post by lovestogallop on May 16, 2006 9:32:51 GMT -5
It be six enteries then!
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Post by ÛžBeachbaby411Ûž on May 16, 2006 19:29:42 GMT -5
I am entering Midnight Cobalt!
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Post by ÛžBeachbaby411Ûž on May 16, 2006 19:41:37 GMT -5
The darkness was like a whisper on the wind that wrapped and captured her. It took her heart. It took her soul and it took every tear she had ever cried. She threw herself into a buck her hooves flailing and trying to escape from te captured misery, anger and regret that seemed to stay tight around her like a blanket. Her eyes were like the stars an a pure black night her body like the velvet darkness that she loved. Her hooves shone like the moon though they were as dark as the night. The light of a new breaking dawn captured her at her best. The rosy colors reflected in her eyes and shone on her black coat. She ran, her hooves beating like a million drums, her eyes rolling in fear, she ran to escape and she ran to retrieve. She ran to escape the wild beating of her hooves and the light that threatened to beat on her and make her forget who she really was. She ran to retrieve the slowly fading darkness that she so longed to have for her own. And she ran to retrieve something to hold dear because her difference, her want to be dark and powerful had driven away all others that she could call her own. But more than any of that she ran to escape the stares and whisperings about her and to retrieve the image of her sister's slowly dispearing sillouhette that she could see in the evening stars.
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Post by Stella on May 16, 2006 22:30:25 GMT -5
I got back on after quite a long time. sorry i got these tests and my muse and practices yeah. This is Stella:
Stella stared into the darkness of the dank cave. It was pouring rain and this was the only shelter in the mountainous area. If she stayed then she would surely freeze but she didn't know what many live in that cave.
She walked slowly in the dark cave. She saw light coming from above and she jerked her head up. A hole was fitered light in. Stella was comforted in the moonlight. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw a lump in the far corner. She held her beath and went rigid. The lump moved.
Stella slowly backed up yet her eyes were locked on the sleeping lump. What is it? Will it kill me? What should I do? she asked herself. Not seeing where she was going she kicked a peeble. She froze with terror. A grizzly stood up and didn't look happy to see Stella.
It roared loudly with anger. Stella eyes grew wide yet she didn't even turn around. Her thought wandered and floated free not focusing the situation. The bear's massive paw came crashing down and just missed Stella. She snaped back to reality and turned around and sprinted out as fast as she could. Luckly the bear didn't chase her and she went off in the mud looking for a place to stay.
She was no closer to her goal of a home then any other day and she stopped. Stella let out a great sigh and saw herds of horses all together. She was puzzled at this and came to them for acceptance to this wonderful looking place. It was called the Redwoods.
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