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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Silently Lex lingered at the forests edge, her body pushed up lightly against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Dark black pools of curiosity were turned upwards watching the last of her suns rays kissing the lands highest peaks. Waiting in the lengthening shade the black femme sat precariously still, not a muscle twitched as she sat, simply watching and waiting for night to fully ascend down on them.
Before long darkness blanketed this peaceful open land and only then did Lex step out from amongst the shadows. The scent of others lingered everywhere she went, she could no longer escape the sound and smell of creatures, it muddled her knowing. Made her feel as if she was constantly in the company of others.
Brushing so close to the trees sides that they scraped her own, Lex crept over to the waters edge. Her skull was tilted downwards, eyes now focused on the moon that bounced lightly in the smooth water. It was an unusually still night, a dead kind of cold creeped like mist into her as she stood, yet she hardly seemed to notice. Too preoccupied with the waters gentle ripple and the moons light glow, she only heard the approach of another when they were all but strides away from her.
Having lost the element of surprise Lex remained as she was, hawks flicking back as the only indication that she had heard anything at all.
The stallion was not too far off from the mare, though his nose couldn't focus on any particular scent as he was a little preoccupied.
Whistling his favorite tune (a little loudly), Geoff was having a grand ole time. The stallion was alone today, as always, but he felt rather coltish. The snow was deep and his mind wandered... The stallion had been rolling in the snow for near half an hour, and all around him lay disturbed snow. Piles of snow here and hole of snow the shape of his own body there. With no one there to talk to, Geoff was content to entertain himself. As he lay on his back in his fifth hole, Geoff whistled up a storm as he hurled his body this way and that, throwing snow everywhere. It felt good to be childish sometimes... As he slowed down purely out of fatigue, Geoff pulled to the side, laying as he usually did with his legs folded beside him. With one great breath, he stopped his yawn. Now there was a familiar smell.
He couldn't quite place where he'd smelled it before... The only way to find out was to follow it! Geoff stood with urgency and once he was on his hooves, he stopped once more to center in on which way the smell came from... That way!
All childishness left him as he started his mission. This was serious. He didn't know if the smell was something dangerous or not. Best to be on his guard! His canter kept him at an even pace as he moved through trees and meadow, far from his mess of snow holes. He slowed as the smell got stronger... There! Geoff stopped his running when he recognized the frame. He was definitely close enough to speak without yelling.
Oh. Just her. "Aww man..." Geoff whined, throwing his head back and to the side with lips open and eyes rolling. He turned to leave... Lex certainly didn't want him around any more than he wanted to be around her.
Even if she had never heard it again ( which quite frankly she wouldn't have minded if she didn't ) the voice that reached her pricked ears was one she could not, would not forget. Her well trained memory aside, that tone was one she had dwelled over since first hearing it a few days past. He marked the first of many for the young fae, the first conversation, the first time she allowed herself to speak her mind. The first time she had simply been allowed to walk away, as if there was more to a confrontation than blood and death. It had been a roller coaster of confused emotions and thoughts. Now on the other side, his voice was not one she had expected to hear again.
She did not need to turn around to be able to envision him perfectly. Her minds eyes bringing forth pictures of his curiously coloured frame, carmel marks over a white body. It gave her the distinct impression that he had rolled and only managed to wash off parts of himself. It provided her with a level of humour at the very thought. She found herself wondering briefly why his misfortune was something she gained satisfaction from. For if anything his pelt was defiantly an unfortunate mistake.
Her pillars remained stubbornly planted amongst the weeds of the rivers bed as she refused to turn to face him. His whiney tone and childish words where not things worth gracing with an answer. However as before she could not seem to keep her mouth from moving, speaking things she had not even pre thought. As if there was suddenly no inner filter, what had become of her? Did she suddenly say what she thought like a mere new born with no training?
Regardless of why or how Lex was powerless to stop the words that flowed freely from her lips. Mocking the stranger with a name who stood in her blind spot. Mocking when once she would have turned to fight, crouched down like the well trained soldier she was. " That childish drone can belong to only one being in these lands. Here I was thinking it was you who dismissed me ... " She paused to look briefly over her shoulder at his turned figure, facing the path as if deciding on an exit strategy. " Couldn't stay away? Or have you come to apologise?" She couldn't hide the humour and sarcasm that dripped from every word, she wouldn't have even if she could.
ooc; I be sorry! I love Geoff's colour. Lex things he attracts too much attention to himself. Pfft show off ; )
Geoff was almost all the way turned around when he heard her words. "You think I came here on purpose?" His sarcastic tone was characteristic of him. The stallion turned his neck so that his frame faced away, but his head faced her. The two almost mirrored each other in positions. Geoff's ratty mane fell on both sides of his neck today, his tawny tail flicking this way and that with warning.
His brown eyes glared at the mare from beneath their lids. She wouldn't even give him the satisfaction of turning to face him. To be fair, neither was he. For some reason, he was more bothered by her faux pas. Geoff hated himself sometimes. He simply couldn't let the opponent think he'd been the one in the wrong. Last time he'd told himself over and over that finally ignoring her was the thing to do. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.
Lex continued, insisting scenarios that were far from the truth. Geoff's eyes narrowed and he bobbled his head a little from side to side as he replied: "Fuck you."
Geoff felt no remorse as he insulted her. She'd certainly shown no respect in her address. "Y'know, I don't see how you're ever gonna be happy if you treat others the way you treat me. I didn't do anything to you - it was your fault our meeting ended the way it did." His heated voice cracked here and there as a juvenile colt's. His voice did that sometimes... Another aspect of him he cursed from time to time. It often took away from the effect he planned his words to have on others.