The Time of Newcomings {{Open}}

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Promise smiled contendedly as she watched the filly explore her home. Pools never leaving the light bay filly's frame. The filly had fine conformation. She was tall and carried herself high. And her attitude wasn't one to mess with. Promise was happy with the little filly. She couldn't wait to show Chario and she couldnt wait to see the others. She gave a soft whicker to the filly.

The light bay filly walked a little way from her mother. her tiny frame moved on long stilt's easily. she carried her dial high her auds pricked as she listened to the sounds around her. She whickered back to her mother before. Takeing off at a gallop it was sligthly clumsy but she was fast.

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She questioned her authority quite quickly for she was interested in knowing the dove's more so in order to live in the lithosphere without fretting of her son's well being. Samurai snorted more heavily as he nickered to the other youngen nearby. He was not the time to immediatly question or socialize with another. Again, he sheltered him in more so. That way, he witheld endless power inside his framework. He gained these thoughts from his father's own thoughts over powers. Chairo was his likely idol.

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Her dial swung around at the arrival of the femmora and her coltine. The belle before her smelled of Chairo so she knew it was alright that this was another herd memeber. Her ebony pools looked to the coltine. He favored his Sire. She looked back to her filly. Kerala. Snorting slightly. Auds sat in a relaxed postion as she thought for a moment. Her maw opened lightly.
Lo' Im Promise and this is Kerala. And you are?
Promise stomped the ground slightly. Her banner moving only to slap at her sides lazeiily. Pools holding the other's vison she waited quitely.

Kerala stuck her nose into a hole in the ground. Pulling it out quickly. dirt upon her bay pelt. Shakeing her dial slightly she dislodged the dirt. Aerials shot forward at the call of a unfamilar coltien. Pools scanned for the colt's frame. Landing upon his and his mothers. She did not call back to him. She arched her boa. Pircking her auds. Nares flared. THen as they made there way towards her mother, she trotted back to her mothers side. Walking straight up to the mare she snorted. Eyeing her.

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Many rolling plains were known to dot the terrain of Chairo. Golden Plains they dubbed it. The ball of fire cast down rays of light, casting this colour "gold" onto the luscious vegetation. The king himself was this colour. Golden. It seemed as every powerful being was golden. For the lands, the vegetation turned gold, and without this land, the equines, would without a doubt, die a death full of pain, and undoubtedly hunger. So it was now known that Chairo, The lord of the realm, was of the hue of power.

He was known by many, but that you know. For you would not be wandering through these lands if you had no idea who this "Chairo" was. But ah, you see, you do know him. For he is great. Already, in the first year of inhabitants upon Golden Plains, Chairo has taken 4 mares for his own, and impregnated them, all three giving birth at the same time frame. Yet, 2 birthed flikas, and one a young colten. Now this colten, he was the first born colten of the lands. So of course, power would he seek.

Upon the landscape this King stood, his golden neck relaxed, the durus muscles protruding from under his pelt. His golden colour fell over his whole body, but did fade into ebonite at the bottoms of his pistons, and the tip of his plush. His firey frame stood, relaxed, his pools dwelling upon the beautiful lithosphere. His mind, though, was not relaxed. His thinker was always concocting plans of ruling. For his neutral ways leaned heavily unto the satanic ways.

His larks were whipped forward at the call of one of his mares. The bored expression upon his handsome features was replaced with that of utter excitement. For this must mean at least one of his mares were home from the foaling area. His muscles bunched as his pistons shot forward. His lope was powerful, his tresses being hauled back by the strength of the oxygen current.

His frame was ceased of the strenuous movement as he reached the distance of the flicka's and the Colten's, for they knew not of who he was, and he wished not to frighten the little beings. Noise was made, warning the fae's of his undoubted approach to their frameworks. Nevaeh was the fae he arrived at first. Her auburn pelt was quite dull, insinuating that the birth had been tiring upon her life giver. His plush was pressed against her nape, his breaths coming out in huffs of pleasure.

The colten stood beside her. His coat was that of Chairo's own. So she had born a colten, and his dubbeth would be that of Samurai, no doubt. He moved away from Nevaeh, stepping over, unto the path of Promise. Nares blew a soft breath unto her foredial. A soft rumble appearing. A flicka stood beside the fae. So the flick's dubbeth would be that of Kerala.

His pistons doubled back, as he backed away from the four equus. He wished not to ring fear to the youngsters. For they had not experienced any other equine but themselves, and their dams. A nicker was let out as he waited. Though his stance was patient, relaxed he was extremely eager to meet the young ones.

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Promise watched Chairo with little intrest. Yawning lightly. She looked Kerala. Watching her, Her pools filling with a unknown thing. Something only first time mother's held for the first baby. She looked back to Chairo, her orbs full excitment. But it quickly faded to nothing more then blackness. She touched his shoulder slightly. Her whipcord smacked upon her haunches for the pure reason of boredom. She gave her dail a simple toss before looking off into the distance.

Kerala looked to the stallion, unafraid, Moving away from the belle and her son, she walked over towards him. Carring her frame with dignity and pride. For what reason she knew none. She just liked doing it. Her auds pricked forward she did not acknowledge her mother or the others. Her focus was upon the brute she would call father. Stoping infront of him. Her auds where just able to touch his maw. She raised her maw, nipping him slightly. Giving a snort, she watched him. THe wild fire that burned within her mother's pools was in her own, But yet Kerala's was much more firey. Her paper thins where flared and her small banner flickered lightly. She was a mixture between a chestnut and a dark bay. her pillars themseleve where ebony like her mane and tail but her chassis was a blood colored design. Her brother was more of the honey color like her father. But Kerala favord her mother's side.

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He did in fact favor his dear father even though he had no intentions to for he never made acquaintance with such a handsome czar. It was just the bloodlines that was consciously placed on him physically and mentally for his dam told him of quite marvelous stories of Chairo. Whipcord was bound to become lengthy once he bared the many seasons ahead but for now, they were mainly active, seizing his flank in irritation. So far, he was not amused by life for it was those pesky chaotic things that just tweaked his mind. But, soon enough he would adjust to them and enjoy life to the fullest. Auditives swiveled and pinned at the mixture of snorts and pawing. But it was his keen sense of hearing that picked up a rattling whicker of a beastly sized titan. His father.

Auduals pricked to their fullest amusement to the deep lullaby of Chairo's vocals. It was comforting to know that he was nearby, keeping a watch on his newly acquired family. She had no need what so ever to fright at every murmer of sound in the turf with him in sight. Nevaeh knew she was not the only banshee holding this relieved outlook on the titan for mother's strained many a times at the birth of their first youngen. This was her first and it was tiring enough birthing to a colten, she was not near close to leaving her son and didn't plan on it.

At the warmth of his mug upon her nape, she nickered in utter pleasure. Dream box swung to his own nape, chasms lipping at his locks and savoring his joy colliding with her own in having their first youngen. The first was always overwhelming and quite overjoying. But, she could strain herself from getting to ancy and preppy. That was not her at all, she thrived on hatred for preppy behavior. Nape recoiled as her almond occs directed Chairo's own gaze to Samurai. Seeing his need to greet his other banshee, she stood patiently.

Young colten gazed upon the tall equine in wonder but at the same time, patience. He had no need to immediatly greet the titan as the young flicka had for that was pretty idiotic, or so he thought. Snort of boredom reflected his inner thoughts before a light nicker wavered into the crisp air. It was to warn the stag of his power. But, he was no where near the ability to rule as his mother continuely reminded him. Disregarding her words, he always went with his beliefs which gave him so much spunk. Finally, he got the nerve to atleast get a whiff of his aroma to regard him as friend or foe. Thin pistons took lengthy, but awkward steps toward Chairo in laziness and nonetheless, curiousness. As he got near, he snorted in utter frustration toward the flicka. She was too quirky and pesky with her prancing steps of joy. He was disgusted by arrogant equines and would be angered if she was to be so. Canvas was lightly tossed toward her to shove her over a bit so that he could examine the brute. Yes, he was ruthless and bold, but he was coming from dark neutrals so what do you expect? He was capable of being affectionate toward his dam and soon to be his sire for they meant something in his life. Nares flared, inhaling his strong scent and then acknowledging him as friend.

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<sup>Promise watched the young colt. He seemed weary but sometimes being weary of others was good. She then looked to Kerala she was very eager and that could be a problem. Your not to be two eager to approch another. Cause that could be your death. A soft whicker was reasled to Chairo and Kerala. She swung her dial to look at Nevaeh. Nodding softly to her. She then looked back to her filly.

Kerala looked to the colt. A smirk forming upon her ebony maw. Pinning her auds at his snort. She nipped at him. NOt really being mean but out of boredom. Giving a slight buck she took off into galloping in a circle around the four of them. She galloped around a tree then came back to a stop beside her mother. Her small frame heaving slightly. Her paper thins flared. She watched the colt. Strong stilts btought her back over to Samuri. She could have fun with this little colt. She brushed her pelt along his. Grabbing his scent, Her brother, stepping back she looked at him. Nodding slightly in contentiment. She looked to Chairo. Her father, walking over to him she circled him. Looking at him. Then she trotted back to her mother and began to nurse.</sup>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

A slight chill was roaming through the lithosphere. But that was not what scent a stab of fear through the hearts of any that dare approach. For it 'twas the scent of power that roamed around the terrain. For, upon entering, the sight of the fire coloured masculine filled your voids. His leering lamps sending fear into your heart. Friend or Foe. It all depended. Life or Death. For this stag, would fight unto death for the small herd he had acquired.

The small herd would sit close to the waterfall. For it seemed the most secluded and safe. Your eyes would take in first the 2 banshee's, one the colour of creme. The other an brownish colour. Then, your liquid seers would take you to the small colten. For young power radiated off of his golden frame. Much like his father, his frame portrayed. But only time would tell if the young colt would have his sires mind and abilities. But, the young flika would also catch your eyes, because her spunk was plain to see. They stood, all together. The young flicka circling her sire. For this was the first time they had seen their sire before.

His plush was lowered, pressing against that of his son. A huff escaping his nares. For this young colt was the second in charge behind him at the moment, for a queen had not yet been appointed. His breaths came in a soft motion, his dial leaving the colts realm after a few moments. He nickered softly to the young flicka, his cranum turning towards her. Playful she seemed, which was good for a young flicka.

His nares huffed upon the you maiden, taking in her scent, and giving her his scent, for 'twas something to be remembered. He nickered gently to the two, as he moved away, his front end lifting from the loam indicating playfulness. Immediately he spun, taking off at a brisk movement across the loam. Not too fast for the young dears, but at a clip that they would have to move to keep up.

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Now this was a game Kerala new. Seeing her father take off, she broke into a sprint. Tiny daggers tearing the turf. She flew past her brother giving a kick for the fun of it. She reached her fathers side. Keeping a perfect rymthm along side him. Her dial was held high at the moment and her auds back. She could run forever. Running was something she had inheritated from her mother. Her long slender pillars eating the turf. She looked back to her mother and the colt. Would he be able to keep up to her probably not.

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Oh you shall see her no more for some time. Chestnut flamed auduals turned towards the sound of tatooing beats unto the fresh loam. Young being was heading towards her already known father. His features turned to happiness once more, as the young one met his side. The red flicka was the oldest of the clan, overtaking the speedy birth of the others by a day or so. The young flickas eyes held a glint of hatred as her eyes fell upon the other two. Her perfectly formed blaze was the snowiest of white, her almond occs, the darkest of chocolate.

"Kerala, Samurai, Nevaeh, Promise, this is Cacket's daughter, Obsession."

The name would send a shiver down manys spines, for her depth of evil was clear to the eye. Somehow, the dark neutralism of her father, and the light neutralism of her mother, had conflicted, allowing the evil of a young one to be summised.

Young ones stood, her bod pressed against the of her father. Her mother was in trauma, for that she held no ability to give food. Her young ribs were clear through her red carpet. Her almond occs held no emotion, for harshness was her natural tone. Her bod did not even aknowledge the others, for why should she? Her fathers prescence was enough.

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m o n i e t

duo toned frame moved with ease as the others vocals reached my auds. strutting forth on long slender onyx stilts i snorted when the others came in view. the smaller ones were foals. empire was hung high in the atmosphere as i came 'pon the group. frame quivered with slight fear. i had never once seen one of these smaller equids that were before me. banner was raised o'er my spinal cord as i was prepared to flee. i knew that when i was younger the older ones had always beat me up. therefore, bad things came with the smaller ones. seeing the mares that belonged to the flickas and flicks i stumbled over to them and dipped my empire with caution wary optics that stayed 'pon the other ones. my mugs cracked in worry as i spoke aloud to them, 'lo. i am moniet. empire was raised as i looked to them once more.

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Kerala had long since disappered from view. Promise began to become worried it had been sometime since she had last seen the filly's beautiful bay hide. Fear swept across her as she thought of the many dangers that could happen. Pool's spotted a chesnut filly walking towards Chairo. Obession was her name. She shivered softly as she thought of Kerala and what might happen. She looked to Chairo. Fear spread across her features. She moved away from the group, looking out into the terra. THe breeze rufling her ebony mane and tail. Her long ebony stilts where sqaured lightly as she stood watching for her filly's hide. She didn't see it.

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*sighs and taps fingers. i love being ignored.*