Raskogr
Castro
Eye Dropper, Paint Brush, Unique Marking
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Post by WICKED♪ ♫ on Oct 9, 2014 15:18:11 GMT -7
He'd heard of this place. A strange pumpkin patch, mushrooms that made hallucinations swim before your eyes. Could it be true? Possibly, but probably not. At Castro's age, the last thing he needed to be doing was eating strange mushrooms that may or may not bring on hallucinations. But he was a curious old fellow, and he didn't want to be left out of the fun, so he traveled to the pumpkin patch with his eyes all atwinkle. The tunnel to the pumpkin patch was tight. Branches and brambles tugged at his mane and tail as he wound his way through the dark. Indeed, just as he'd heard, there was a cluster of strange, spotted mushrooms at the end of the tunnel. He dropped his head to sniff one. It had a strange scent, not altogether unpleasant, but certainly not something he'd ever eaten before. After taking a deep breath he chomped down on one of the fungi and swallowed quickly. Then he pressed his way into the pumpkin patch. The sky was a neutral, slate gray. There were dead trees in which sat ravens with sharp beaks and beady eyes. Castro snorted at one of them, his sea blue eyes narrowing as he took in the stretch of land all around him. Something seemed to shimmer in the distance and he took a step back. What was that? ooc: <{Txepster}>CASTRO! FRIESIAN STALLION! BLACK WITH BLUE EYES! SIXTEEN HANDS! FOURTEEN YEARS OLD!
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Fossick
Drover~Yarran~Torance
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Post by <{Txepster}> on Oct 11, 2014 7:07:52 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/2eebtid.png] Stretching our ivory and ebony limbs, we let out a big yawn, blinking our emerald pools profusely as if just waking from a deep sleep. Our mind fluttered to life once again as our body solidified into a more solid wispy apparition. As last living memories flooded our mind, cold ghostly sweats rippled throughout our goldenrod bodice. Pools growing wide with fear, facade contorting to grimacing at the final glimpses of our black knight wrestling the beastly bear. A small whimper escaped our wispy vocals at the last memory of a foal's silhouette standing over use as the world faded to black. We gave a small shriek to ourselves as we felt the phantom pains from our flesh being ripped open from the crime scene. Looking over our bodice, shaking our crown, seeing our body still in its mangled form from death. Shuddering we thought and willed ourselves to look young and flourishing with life at the most attractive time of our short life. Sighing with relief as we now looked our regular gorgeous buckskin tobiano painted beauty, we relaxed absorbing the fact we were now in the world of the dead. It wasn't hard for us to accept after all we gave ourselves up to save our loved ones. Yet every so often the memories bubbled and emotions floated to the top making use earn to be able to be with our loved ones again. As if on Q, a black mass came stumbling through this different eerie land. Our ghostly instinct told use exactly who it was and our faint apparition grew to be bright and beaming with joy. Castro! Our dark knight had found our spirit, his love for us was stronger for us than we ever knew! A giddy sweet smile laced our kissers as our see through hooves glided weightlessly through the pumpkins and vines. It amused us we didn't need to walk over or around any obstacles anymore. As we neared the still devilishly handsome ebony stud, we let a loud nicker. Surprising ourselves as we now sounded like that faint angelic voice that one could sometimes hear in dreams about loved one. "Castro.. Castro our darling." We purred as we glided straight up to him. The need to touch him and be close was still there. So naturally as if nothing had changed we invaded his personal space brushing our face against his thick warm black neck and shoulder.. Yet we gasped and jumped back as we never made full contact, just the weird sparky prickle of passing through the Friesian's body. Instantly pouting with tears shimming in our ghostly green pools, we looked over Castro appalled we couldn't touch him. "Oh Castro!" It was even heartbreaking as a ghost to not be able to hold the ones you loved.
Gypsy Mistress - Filly/Mutt/BuckskinTobiano/Green/tobe16.1hh/2ndGen
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Raskogr
Castro
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Post by WICKED♪ ♫ on Oct 11, 2014 8:15:50 GMT -7
He blinked once, the shimmering in the distance appearing to become more solid, more alive. The black stallion turned away, shaking his head and willing his eyes to focus themselves. Blue eyes settled upon a large, bright orange pumpkin, and it was there he stared until the swirling in his peripheral vision came to a stop. It had been stupid to eat those mushrooms. They looked poisonous, with all their bright spots. ”Castro, Castro our darling.” He froze. He felt his body go cold, felt his heart squeeze and falter. Our darling? He only knew one who talked that way, and she’d been gone for many years. And she hadn’t simply disappeared, oh no. She’d been killed, brutally, protecting their son from a ravenous bear. So there was no way it could be her. Not unless… He looked up. There she was, shimmering slightly, looking more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. Her eyes were vivid and sparkling. She came forward, tried to embrace him, but all he felt was an icy touch. He gasped and stumbled backward while her eyes filled with tears. She cried out, her voice not so much a moan as a beautiful twinkling melody. How was this possible? It wasn’t, was it? How could she be here? Maybe he was just seeing things. He shook his head, blinked his eyes a few times, but there she was. As if she’d never died. ”Gypsy…?”ooc: <{Txepster}>CASTRO! FRIESIAN STALLION! BLACK WITH BLUE EYES! SIXTEEN HANDS! FOURTEEN YEARS OLD!
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Fossick
Drover~Yarran~Torance
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Post by <{Txepster}> on Nov 9, 2014 11:35:29 GMT -7
A warm compassionate smile replaced our crying eyes. We knew it'd be hard for our dark knight to accept and believe we were here before him, even just for a little while. It was so much better seeing him only for a small amount of time than continuing in the world of the dead never once being able to contact him again. She stepped forward again as close as she could without actually touching him. Oh dear Castro, yes its us. You are seeing us.We even did a tight circle in spot to show all of us were here. Standing just before our beloved. Our love, please don't be too scared or shocked. Our strong love for you stirred our soul to wake to see you one last time. Our dark knight in shining armor. Gypsy purred affectionate and sweetly, there was no real way we could express how much we had missed and needed this interaction with him. Any amount of time in the past and now in his presence had been precious to us. Coveted even now after death, it gave our soul hope to keep watch over him and their child, Luthais. WICKED♪ ♫
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