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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Anger in the form of red hot lust and desire ran freely through her bodice. Not unlike the river that weaved through the heart of these lands it drove her ever forward. She could not stop, to cease moving had never crossed her mind, although in all honesty nothing crossed her mind any more. She simply moved with the wind, getting pushed and pulled by nothing other than her sheer needs and wants. It had been too long, too much time had passed since her last conquest. How she knew this she could not tell you, it was a driving force not unlike the need for food and water. It was starving her, being alone would kill her long before her insides dried up.
Long thick pillars flicked out gracefully before her. Her oversized white frame void of a winter coat seemed to stick out here in this land. It had a gentle genuine feel to it and she could not grow comfortable, instead she grew restless, antsy even. She needed another to come along and turn this lonely comfortable land into one of tension, someone to come and lessen her burning need for something to happen. Someone to come and take control.
That was all she sought out now, anything that could remove the burden of living from her shoulders. Someone with the ability to reign over her completely, to move her and use her as they saw fit. Anything less was a waste of her time, yet god knows she would follow for much less. She would obey for much less. Would do anything for less than the price of her life.
With anger and lust running deep in her veins Play moved like a giant through silent lands. Her gaze was downcast, searching with more than her physical senses. Searching for her deepest desires with nothing less than her whole heart.
Jairus was tired of walking in the snow. His thick winter coat still wasn’t that bad due to his frame, but the warrior sighed still. He was a machine of lean muscle and speed, meant to fight to the death and wield bloodshed as a tool. However, after leaving the herd he’d simply been wandering like some common horse. The need for battle and such was so ingrained in him that he felt like he was wandering on the edge of limbo. Nothing moved in the winter either, and it left him bored and irritated. After Carmen had fled, the herd had been different. Sides had been chosen, and those loyal to the lead mare had left as well. Who knew where the mare was now; Jairus had tried looking; seasons had passed with no sign of her. The stallion cursed under his breath as he stepped into a rather deep spot of snow, freezing his leg up to the knee. He pulled the limb out angrily and kicked up the whiteness behind him. This was no place for him to be - he belonged somewhere where there was battle, and somewhere that he was needed.
The gold and white stallion slowed to a walk as he rounded around some trees. His frame was not as well suited for this weather, but damned if he’d show any weakness. The warrior snorted at the thought, and frost curled up from where his breath was. If you are still out there Carmen, I hope to the gods that you have found better fortune than I.
ooc: sorry this is short. he doesn't have a whole ton of inspiration yet...
She heard the obvious movements behind her. So trained to spot and hear those who wished to conceal their movements, who walked with the grace of battle trained soldiers, or by those who wished to sneak up unseen on unsuspecting predators. She found it almost disappointing that this new being would offer no such challenge.
With little enthusiasm the bulky framed femme shifted her weight slightly, changing the course of her jagged, anger laced strides. Then dropping all pretences she sat back and twisted around to face whom ever it was that decided to follow in her tracks in such a carefree manner. Her gaze spotted the brute just as his scent lingered near enough to almost mask what ever disappointment she felt on seeing him.
Yet scent alone today was enough, she could not push aside the feeling of distaste as he continued in her direction. Truthfully she did not even attempt to push aside the disappointment that rose like bile through her very being. Instead she let it flood her till she was consumed with her previous anger and this now red like hatred for this stranger. A hatred that was born out of nothing but her minds insecurities. Should she be bothered to search out the route of her anger, the reasoning behind her distaste she would find they all rang true to a similar cause, a similar time. For all beings shorter than her who shared her colour or owned a colour beyond the camouflaging black and brown were to be set aside. Such had been so since the beginning of life itself for Play.
However the grey femme had long ago lost the need or want, some would say even the ability to access such thoughts or memories. Now she simply knew that she disliked what came towards her, yet craved and desired his presence in an equal fold. It was a conflicting mix of emotions that tangled and pushed through her. Forcing its way through, who knew if it would be desire, lust or anger that broke forth when he arrived? Certainly not her.
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