War of the Hearts {GrapeTootsiePop & GryphonCompanion}
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				Title: <strong>War of the Hearts {GrapeTootsiePop &amp; GryphonCompanion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/6314/62416934.jpg)</div>“A storm is coming from the North, Lady Constance!” She ignored the cry of the stable hand, urging her white stallion out of the gates and off to gallop into the wide open terrain. Her white hair flew behind her, her laughter of merriment sounding in the wind. She lowered down, her black eyes looking ahead of her as she dug her heels into the stallion’s side, hearing him neigh in response to her command.<br><br>She was near one and twenty and she had been raised in these grounds her entire life. The Queen had given birth to her in one of the upstairs rooms and she had learned how to walk, talk and ride in this land. Lady Constance De La Cruz would not let a small storm deny her the pleasure of taking her horse out for their nightly ride. Her eyes flashed with delight as she felt the wind whip at her face and tangle her hair in her crown.<br><br>Even as she enjoyed her run, she was cautious to keep her distance from the Forest. Lady Constance didn’t know when the troubles began, by the time her father and mother told her the full on war that was waged between the Shape shifters and their people, some time had already passed. All she knew was that she was not allowed to be on her own once it was dark. And she was never allowed to go into the Forest of Turmoil unless accompanied by her brothers and their guards. Apparently, the war was pretty serious.<br><br>She had asked her Mother and Father what the war was about but they wouldn’t give her a straight answer. She had heard her older brothers speaking and little bits and pieces had escaped during their nightly poker games. Everyone knew the De la Cruz children had pendants and rings of powers. Her two older brothers had the rings of power and immortality, hence why they won every battle they fought. Constance and her sister had the rings of knowledge and innocence. It made the four children powerful. And in the wrong hands, it could destroy their lands and the world.<br><br>The clap of thunder and the lighting shocked her out of her thinking, which caused her to not be prepared for when her stallion reared back and danced on his hind legs. “No!!” She cried out, trying to hold on to his reigns. But the stallion would not remain still and landing hard on his feet, he bucked wildly, throwing her off of his back and running away from her. The rain began to come down in hard pellets, causing her to shield her eyes as she screamed for him, “Pegasus!”<br><br>He ignored her cries, galloping back towards the castle. Constance looked around, trying to find shelter as the rain continued to land hard on her. She grasped the diamond pendant dangling from her neck, knowing she could call the powers of her ancestors and bring forth the protection that she needed. But if she did that, the Shape Shifters would come out and find her. She would be as good as dead. She shielded her eyes, seeing that she was closer to the Forest than to the castle.<br><br>Unsteadily, she made her way to the forest, silently vowing that she would remain at the edge. Once the rain let up, she would make a run for her home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of the Hearts {GrapeTootsiePop &amp; GryphonCompanion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 23:23:24</strong>
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				There was a storm brewing. The one outside was nearly as tempestuous as the one in his mind. Over and over he saw in his head how his father had insisted that the war continue. That it was not their place to make an attempt at peace. That the magi needed to be knocked down a few notches to understand their plight. Such a brooding shifter his father was; it nearly brought tears to his eyes.&nbsp; But, he, Gilneas Amberwatch, was the son of the leader of the shape shifters. His place was to lead the scouts on their patrols, visible and invisible.<br><br>Now, as they trampled forth through the mud that the raging storm had produced, Gilneas found himself leaving his three underlings to patrol on their own. Something they did often. He was going to think, and he needed to be alone. He found himself mindlessly wandering, not keeping watch where he was. Soon enough he ended up upon the fringe of the Forest. A string of curses followed as thunder crashed to drown out the audible abuse of air.<br><br>Shaking his head he let the rain beat down upon his tall form, hair already matted down. How much time had passed since he left his patrol? He had no answer and frankly did not care. Why was there war between the shape shifters and the magi? Some whispered that powerful heirlooms were given to the magi to guard righteously and that privilege had been abused over the years. Others said that the magi outright stole the items and claimed them as their own heritage. In fact, it was hard to see beyond the propaganda that his people's machine kept generating. There were firm beliefs that the enemy was vile and needed to be kept at bay, or at worse, put down. <br><br>He shook his head and rested beneath a copse of low-hanging trees, surprised to see a dry patch out in this storm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of the Hearts {GrapeTootsiePop &amp; GryphonCompanion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 07:02:30</strong>
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				She was heading into danger and she knew it. If one of the Shape Shifters caught wind of her, she would be used as bait…or worse, she would be forced to endured unspeakable things. Constance pushed all of those thoughts aside as she made her way through the Forest. She paused, closing her eyes and listening for any chances or any vibrations on the ground. If she was lucky, then they would all be hiding until the storm passed. <br><br>She came to a clearing which was completely dry and Lady De la Cruz looked around in surprise. Her eyes rose up to the skies and there she found why the ground was soft. There was such an overabundance of trees that they covered the one small spot completely. No water fell to the ground. A soft sigh of relief escaped her. She would be safe for the moment. Her shoes made soft crunching noises as she stepped over leaves and the grass. Constance kept a sharp look out around herself, knowing anyone or anything cold jump out at any given moment.<br><br>Just breathe, Constance thought to herself, finding a spot right besides some bushes and lowering down. She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them tight, looking around at darkening skies. Her Father was going to kill her. When she finally arrived home, he would punish her and refuse to let her out of the Kingdom again. She could already hear him yelling and screaming about her stupidity and her ignorance. But Connie knew how to take care of herself…at least, she hoped that she did.<br><br>With a quiet sigh, she dropped her head on her knees, hearing the thunder and the rain as it continued to come down. It sounded like the storm was going to last for quite some time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: War of the Hearts {GrapeTootsiePop &amp; GryphonCompanion}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 06:13:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Game Has Ended ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</strong></div>
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