Welcome to Defying Gravity, a semi-realistic natural horse rpg!
There are no mutations, magic, or rainbow ponies here; the horses of the Homelands must carve out a life for themselves by their wits and strength alone. We have no cannons or "site-wide plot" to speak of as we've found that there are a ton of creative people out there and when our members are left to their own devices the plots stay fresh and fun for everyone. So if you're looking for a laid back site with no so called "unique" plot you must adhere to, Defying Gravity just might be the place for you!!
News
December 29, 2013
NEW SKIN FOR NEW TIMES!! Come back, guys! We're ready to start anew!! :D
Le Hud
Season
Year VI
This summer's a hot one!! Things might get a little dicey for those on the south end of the Homeland who aren't used to temperatures above 70 or 80 F. Coldbloods beware!!
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"C'est si bon, De partir n'importe où, Bras dessus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons."
The mare's soft, silvery voice carried lightly on the wind as the equine walked along Lake Acele's newer, taller shoreline. The summer's heat had not shrunk the lake, but enlarged it through the melting of northern glaciers. Bijou had never seen it so deep. It was beautiful...
The pale stallion had left the safe, albeit humid, cocoon of his forest home...and for what? It seemed like nearly all of the souls that had lingered in the cooler seasons had scattered, driven away by the heat. But the stress of an empty Orut drove Gideon to keep searching for potential members. The singing caught him first, drawing his attention to the only soul he could find – a chestnut mare who was singing.
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"Ce soir?, Demain?, La semaine prochain ? N'importe quand. Uummm - C'est bon - si bon Il sera très - crazy, no? Voilà, c'est tell'ment bon !"
Bijou's volume had picked up a little by now as she seemed to address this imaginary stallion and that, luring them into her mind. The mare was lovesick and it was games like these that kept her sane during her lonely days. Her tail swished behind her as she continued her trot.
Curiosity struck Gideon as he listened, his interest piqued by the strange language she was singing in. The pale stallion whinnied to the mare, which was still happily trotting away. Driven into action, the stallion picked up a swift trot to catch up to her, rather than let her get away.
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Bijou opened her mouth to continue her song, making it up as she went along. She stopped when she heard the male's voice. Her ears fell and her tail lowered, suddenly self-conscious and afraid. The flighty mare picked up her pace, her light build cantering away from the sound. The mare let out a worried nicker as she moved.
Gideon’s blue eyes noted the changes in her demeanor as soon as she heard him; the changes perplexed him. Suddenly she was moving – away from him. “Hey!” he spoke, his deep voice carrying away from him. His legs bunched up, propelling him to go faster. Never had someone ran from him. “Wait! You’re going to get yourself hurt!”
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Hearing his words, Bijou's unfamiliarity with the stranger's tongue frightened her even more into a faster pace - almost a gallop. The mare began to pant as she moved - her body hadn't expected such quick motion. The wind knocked out of her, the mare carelessly threw herself into a low-hanging branch. With a loud gasp, the mare was stopped in her tracks, leaves entwining in her flaxen hair.
The pale stallion gave an exasperated huff, easily moving into a faster gait as she sped off. I cannot be that terrifying came the irritated thought, right as the mare ran head-first into a low lying branch. Clearly her panic had made her run blindly, for anyone with a clear mind would have seen the danger. Catching up to her, he broke his normal protocol of remaining at a respectful distance to help detangle her from the branch. “Careful, you’ll make it worse,” he spoke, his deep, rumbling voice oddly soft. His blue eyes, matching his coat in paleness, assessed the damage. He cleared his throat awkwardly, satisfied she wasn’t too terribly hurt, and shuffled out of her direct personal space. “My name is Gideon, King of Orut. Who are you?”
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As the mare struggled in the leafy trap, the stallion approached her, speaking words she was unfamiliar with. Worried to death, Bijou could not help but speak. "S'il vous plaît monsieur, je dois aller!" Her voice was troubled and almost frantic as she spoke, her head thrashing to get out of the branch's grasp. "Je ne peux pas rester ici, je dois aller!!"
The frantic, worried emotions rolled off of her like great waves and did little to ease the anxiety that had begin to creep up into his very bones. The stallion frowned slightly, his large skull tilting as he listened to the foreign words fall from her mouth. They were pretty, but he couldn’t understand. With a furrowed brow, he tried his best to help her. “You must sit still. Stand, yes?” he spoke, trying not to let his frustration of the obvious language barrier seep into his deep voice. “You will attract more trouble if you do not stop flailing.”
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Bijou could sense that the stallion did not mean immediate harm and slowed her kicks and pawing, snorting with frustration mixed with fear. The mare tossed her neck to get her nearly-white forelock out of her face so she could get a better look. He was a handsome thing, and though she could not understand a word, his voice seemed calm and kind... The mare cautiously looked down and began to try and pull herself out of her mess, lifting one foot and then the other. Looking to the stallion, Bijou tried to explain herself with her quick and colorful tongue. "Je suis le monsieur désolé. Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes et j'essaie de ne pas parler aux étrangers."
She assumed that if she didn't understand him, he wouldn't understand her. Bijou's ears fell with a hint of sadness.
Just as his level of frustration swelled, she seemed to have sensed he meant no harm to her person and progressively calmed enough to at least not attract any unwanted attention. He let out a slight exasperated sigh, despite being grateful for the small understanding between them. His brow creased further, furrowing deeper as she spoke again in that blasted language he couldn’t understand. He had little doubt she felt some sort of disappointment, or a feeling akin to it, upon realizing the barrier between them. Some words were similar enough to get an understanding, however; the feeling of a slight understanding made relief wash over him. He offered the small mare a small smile of understanding, bobbing his head slightly. “Gideon,” he repeated, tucking his nose into himself in a rather primitive gesture. He could at least attest to trying to break down the language barrier. “Home is not far from here,” he continued, gesturing with his head once more to the mountains in the north. “There, I’m a King. Here, I hope to not be a stranger to you.”
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" 'King' ?" Bijou repeated. She knew that one! He was a king?! He certainly had the air for it. The golden stallion was statuesque - a perfect specimen. Whatever land he called his own was lucky to have him. Bijou laughed at the realization, her head falling forward a bit as she giggled. How silly she'd been to run from such a powerful horse. Kings only wanted the best for others, right? She had nothing to fear... The naive mare's laugh slowed a bit as she looked back up at him, finally having pulled herself from her trap.
"Je ne savais pas, votre Altesse." Bijou paused. She supposed an introduction was in order. "Bijou."
A dark, thunderous chuckled rumbled out of him as his nodded his head, silvery strands of mane and forelock flying with the gesture. “Yes, King. King of Orut,” he replied, once his chuckles subsided, though his blue eyes reflected the mirth he felt. He was beginning to feel better as she slowly relaxed – she must have realized he meant no harm, surely, and that no harm would come to her while he was standing there. The stallion’s features slowly melted into a more passive once as he pondered how to continue their train of semi-understanding. “Bijou,” he repeated, mostly to cement her name to his mind and to ensure he was pronouncing it correctly. It felt cumbersome falling from his lips, compared to how effortlessly it had flown from her own. He felt it was a mockery, perhaps, since he knew his own gruff voice would never be able to handle the delicately sounding name well. After a few moments of deliberation, he spoke again, “Do you live anywhere? A herd, perhaps?”
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Not quite comprehending his question, Bijou furrowed her brow and cocked her head slightly. What could he be saying? Context clues gave her no impression, either. She had made out his lands and his repeating her name, but what had he asked? She could tell it was a question, unless the language he spoke had different tonal rules. His voice itself was confusingly rough. She couldn't understand how anyone could comprehend that voice, let alone herself.
"Je suis désolé, je ne sais pas que vous dites. Je suis inconnue au freelands. Nous parlons le français dans le bayou Bastein."
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