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Post by atlanta on Jul 1, 2010 11:45:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] Amgine couldn’t sleep; she simply wouldn’t allow her body to sleep for more than an hour at a time. She had reoccurring nightmares of her father’s death, played out over and over again, night after night. So, instead of torturing herself emotionally she chose to torture herself physically, depriving her body of the rest it needed. She supplemented it in other ways, by napping, or meditating. She allowed her body its full eight hours once a week, and she always woke up with tears in her eyes and a reopened wound in her heart. Her father was gone. Dead.
This was not one of her nights of sleep, and so, she decided to wonder around Shelpey. She was new to town, so, why not get to know things while everyone else slept. She had gone to the beach the previous night, and noticed a lighthouse a bit farther down the shore. This was her destination. She wanted to watch the sunrise. It was about an hour until the sun would begin to rise and a dense fog had begun to rise from the ground, it swirled around Amgine, curling its cloudy fingers around her legs, then her arms, and then her face. Her socks were growing damp from the dew on the grass, but they would dry soon enough. She kept her eyes straight ahead, seeing the large lighthouse begin to form through the mist, its light swirling out to the sea and then to the shore, illuminating the mist.
She reached the large tower and walked all the way around the base, running her fingers over the concrete exterior, feeling its rough surface beneath her fingers. She tried to door but found it was locked. She’d have to come back when it daytime and walk all the way to the top. For now she stood on the dunes, a sigh escaping her full lips as her silver blue eyes gazed over the shoreline, growing restless. She needed to run, hell, she needed to shift. So, she took a step back and took a running start she leaped off the dunes and shifted into her equine form.
Her limbs morphed into the fine, long legs of a thoroughbred, her torso elongated and her rib cage expanded, making room for the large lungs of the breed. Her face transformed into the finely sculpted shape of the thoroughbred, her eyes retaining the same silvery blue coloring. Her nostrils flared and she rippled her dapple grey coat, loving the feeling of morphing. Amgine pranced and arched her long neck and then let go. She stretched her limbs, galloping at full force along the water line. She bucked a few times, simply thrilled to be able to run. She felt free.
For: Open Note: Sorry if it doesn’t make sense.
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Post by tessa on Jul 11, 2010 15:11:22 GMT -5
[/b] his smile was huge with laughter. Any horse in their right mind would like an apple. Hell, he even wanted one. But he wanted to gain this horses trust, and it felt right to offer it to the mare. "Where did you come from, I wonder? " he spoke as if he had no clue this was a shifter. No. He knew. He also knew that if it was, she'd know he was. Just in case though he made as if to scratch his arm, flashing his tattoo. The company would be nice. [/blockquote][/size][/ul] Muse: good Music: Guildhall Witness- Spirit of The West OOC: Gah. bad post.
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Post by atlanta on Jul 11, 2010 15:52:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] The extension and contraction in her muscles felt wonderful. Her long legs covered more ground than a normal sized horse, that’s what thoroughbreds were bred for, racing. Amgine loved to run, it was how she dealt with things. Whenever she became overwhelmed she would take a quick run, letting the adrenaline clear her mind. She felt sand hit the underside of stomach, her hooves digging in to the damp sand, she would have to wade into the ocean later to get that off. She tossed her dappled head into the air, her nostrils flaring.
A scent in the wind made her slide to a stop; she stood still, her breathing slightly labored, her delicate nostrils taking in the scent. It clouded the salty air. It was a musky human scent, most likely male. Her ears stood tall on her head, alert, listening. She caught the sound of footsteps approaching and reared slightly, wheeling around to face the human. He was lanky, with a curly mop of hair. His skin was the color of heavily creamed coffee, and his eyes were nearly black and guarded.
Her silver blue eyes followed the man. He was coming closer and stopped directly in front of her. She eyed him cautiously, as he rummaged through his bag and couldn’t help but snort when he pulled out the apple. It was funny. It was also a crucial decision, she could take the apple and pretend to be a normal horse as not to raise suspicion, or she could refuse the apple. She watched as he flashed his tattoo. Amgine sighed as only horses can and knocked the apple out of his hand and reared slightly, turning away from him. She pranced a few feet away and motioned her head for him to follow. She wanted him to shift. For: Open Note: So, this is the first time I’m playing Amgine in her shifted form and I feel slightly detached, so I apologize for that.
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Post by tessa on Jul 11, 2010 16:36:59 GMT -5
[/b] he scolded lightly,flashing a huge white smile. Of course he understood the body language of the horse, being one and being around them all his life. He was glad he hadn't startled her, and even more thrilled when he was invited to join her. He took it was an invitation and then knew, truly, this was a shifter. Horses were brilliant, true. But this mare had that human look on her. Something more...intelligent, so to speak, than a horse. And he stepped back, his heart racing as he prepped himself for the shift. It was painful at one time but now it was easy. It was just how long you practiced shifting. Your body needed to get used to the transition, and Pravin was an old hat. He took a few steps back and ran ahead of the mare on two feet, jumped and instantly his body shifted. One moment he was a human, then next, a glorious lusitano stallion. His mane, black as a ravens feather, glittered in the moonlight. His form was muscular and lithe, strong. He stood and turned his head to the mare, the white streak on his golden-brown muzzle flashing like a star, and snorted, throwing his head up. "I'll race you." he seemed to say, shifting on his hooves in the sand. [/blockquote][/size][/ul]
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Post by atlanta on Aug 8, 2010 23:24:55 GMT -5
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You cheeky thing. Amgine snorted and flicked her tail. he didn't know the half of it, had she been in her human form she would have retorted with a sarcastic remark. She studied the man for a moment, deciding she like his smile, it was open and genuine. She pranced a few feet away and paused, looking back to see if he would accept her invitation, pleased to see him take a few step back and then leap into the air.
Amgine watched as he morphed, doing a double take as he came up beside her in an equine form. This was the third shifter she had met and the only other horse shifter, she was quite shocked but in a pleasant way...sortof. Obviously, he was a stallion, and nicely built, with the hearty frame and blood of most spanish breeds, a lusitano by the looks of it, and very flashy at that. She kept her grey blue eyes on him for a moment longer.
Well, I definitely wasn't expecting that
the statement was blatantly honest and edged with her signature witty tone. She arched her neck for a moment, stretching her back muscles, her ears pricking as his voice filled her head. "I'll race you." She looked over at him once more to confirm he was serious before chuckling lightly.
You sure about that?...I mean, racing a thoroughbred? You do know we're bred for exactly that, right?
She was serious in the fact of the matter but she meant it merely in jest, hey, if he wanted to race a racehorse then more power to him right? She pranced slightly, her dapple grey body a contrast to the stallions golden coat, like the sun and the moon. She studied him, her silver blue eyes sweeping over his head, reading his eyes, his movements, waiting for him to do something.
She For: Open Note: So, this is absolute crap. I'm so so so so sorry it took me so long and this is the best I could do!
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