The disease that wiped the earth of mankind has returned, and it's starting to change its hosts somehow. Reports of unearthly powers are arising all over Toren while more and more become infected.
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< 11 JULY 2017 > The staff auditions and OTMs are officially OVER. I'd like to welcome our two new staffers - Lutheus and Crowenth! There will be some new events soon, as well as a big announcement - so watch this space.
< 20 JUNE 2017 > ATTENTION! Staff auditions are up and running. Please click here if you are interested in helping me run Clash.
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< 07 MAY 2017 > CLASH has officially been reopened and is ready for action! The plot, rules and canons have been revised - read more about it here.
"Speech." The sea was peaceful today, despite the morning drizzle. The wind calmly drifted through his mane, giving the piebald stallion a sense of peace. He felt awfully relaxed on this damp morning, more than normal. Wanting to savor the moment, he lifted his head skyward for a deep breath, only to have a few rather large raindrops go up his nose. With a snort, he tossed his head about, almost coughing. Arondel quickly glanced around, hoping that no being happened to stumble upon that little show of commotion. Satisfied that the little embarrassment was behind him, Del continued walking along the shore. The cool, wet sand felt wonderful on his hooves, and the cold ocean water lapped at his fetlock, a feeling that the stallion adored. Everything about the ocean soothed him, relaxed him, and made him feel ─ OW! Arondel practically leaped out of the water and onto the shore. He peered down into the water to locate his assailant, only to see a rather large and pointy stone staring back at him. The black and white stallion ferociously snorted at the thing, as if it could hear him and feel fear.
Arondel lowered his head to his throbbing hoof. He could see exactly what happened, but as far as he could tell it wasn't bleeding and was only a bruise. However, the pain ceased to, well, cease, and Arondel began limping along in the water, watching where he put his feet. The cold water assisted in numbing down his aching foot, but it was still rather tender. "Ignorant, worhtless excuse of rock," Del grumbled to himself, head low to the ground. "Had to ruin a perfectly tranquil and quiet morning didn't you, you stupid stone?" Just then, he came upon a large rock that looked quite similar. In a fit of anger, he kicked it, but he slightly missed, causing it to go only a foot. Then Arondel stepped on it with the exact same foot.
With a squeal, the black and white sprinted out of the water and shot down the beach. His foot started throbbing again, but the sand felt quite nice. After a minute, the stallion calmed himself enough to slow into a gentle trot, but he was still furious. This could've been a fine morning, but no! There had to be a rock that was out to get him. Several rocks, actually. It was as if the rock mafia was trying to take out Arondel's poor hoof.
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Not even torrential rain could marr the natural beauty that this shoreline possessed. The weather, as of late, had been incredibly mercurial; one day it would be sunny with not a single cloud in the sky, and then the next day the shore could be buffeted by gale force winds and downpours. The volatile nature of the weather in Toren, although inconvenient at times, was part of it's charm, and over the years the residents had learned to adapt. Halcyon regularly visited the beach to observe the weather; whatever the conditions were like on the rest of the island, they always seemed to be intensified on the beach, A shape was moving in the distance, barely visible through the fine haze of ocean mist. The petite mare paused mid-step, her front hoof suspended in mid-air. Her nostrils flared as she tried to catch the scent, but her sense of smell was immediately flooded by the pungent, salty tang of the sea. An exasperated sigh left her maw, and she resumed her stride. It was a bad idea, really, to approach the thing; it could be a cougar, or maybe even a bear. But by now, the adrenaline was already coursing through her veins; it was too late to turn back. Halcyon's hooves sank into the sand as she walked, leaving small imprints which slowly rose back up, leaving the surface flawless and umarred.
By now, Halcyon had registered the fact that she was keeping the company of another horse. She drifted toward the forest, wanting to be able to quickly take cover should the other equine turn hostile. Her muscles were pulled taut like springs, ready to release at any moment. Some of this wariness drained from her being, however, as she began to observe the horse's antics. Halcyon barely stifled a laugh as the horse spluttered and coughed; she had been quite impressed, up until that point - they had looked incredibly brooding stood with their head turned to the sky. It was turning out to be quite a show; the stallion, as she had now confirmed, stepped on some sort of sharp object as he waded through the sea. After a disgruntled argument with the said object (something which caused Cee to believe he may be as odd as she was), he continued on his testosterone fuelled venture. Another squeal of pain escaped his lips, and the black and white brute galloped off down the length of the beach. No longer able to contain her laughter, Halcyon parted her lips and allowed a long, peeling whinny to ring out. With a flick of her tail, she parted from the forest and stepped back out into the vast expanse of the beach. Her suspicions were that such a comical creature couldn't possibly pose any threat to her, and so she sprung into a trot down the beach. In typical Morgan style, her head was held high with a distinct arch in her neck, and her tail flowed out behind her at a slight angle. The sea air had tinted her coat a slightly darker shade, more of a copper than it's usual golden hue. As she neared the stallion, she slowed to a walk, coming to a halt a few metres away from him. Her lavender hued eyes flicked over his frame, and then upwards to meet his own eyes, almost challenging him to say something.
notes: i lost it at "the rock mafia was trying to take out Arondel's poor hoof". haha, he's awesome ;]
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2012 14:10:20 GMT -5 by Deleted
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