Choir of Angels [OPEN, PLEASE JOIN]
Nov 26, 2014 8:45:44 GMT -5
Post by poedogs on Nov 26, 2014 8:45:44 GMT -5
Choir of Angels
Sinclair has always been one for singing when she thinks no one is around, but heck, everyone's in the summer fields, right? Anyway, Sinclair begins her song, a pretty little humming tune when your horse joins in, you two do a duet and maybe another horse joins in to dance or sing with the tune. By the end of the song they've got a small group, causing a closely nit pack of friends. They call themselves the "Choir of Angels" this proceeds with some friendly chat, something else depending how the role players would like the role play to go.
Requirements for Signing-Up
• Must Be A Bachelor Brood Mare, or One Who Has Escaped within the last Year
• The outcome is "the choir of angels" a small group of close friends in the broodmare herd
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+Sinclair
Willing to add more if people would like to join if you note me poedogs.deviantart.com c:
*This is a public role play, any and all current broods are welcome and are needed for the role play to begin, just jump in if there are still spots and I'll add you when I'm online c: This role play is actually centered around improving my writing and yours! When I've felt I've gotten good enough we can close up and such, but this role play is quite lax. Just make sure you post at least once every two weeks!
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Sinclair has always been one for singing when she thinks no one is around, but heck, everyone's in the summer fields, right? Anyway, Sinclair begins her song, a pretty little humming tune when your horse joins in, you two do a duet and maybe another horse joins in to dance or sing with the tune. By the end of the song they've got a small group, causing a closely nit pack of friends. They call themselves the "Choir of Angels" this proceeds with some friendly chat, something else depending how the role players would like the role play to go.
Requirements for Signing-Up
• Must Be A Bachelor Brood Mare, or One Who Has Escaped within the last Year
• The outcome is "the choir of angels" a small group of close friends in the broodmare herd
Spots
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
+Sinclair
Willing to add more if people would like to join if you note me poedogs.deviantart.com c:
*This is a public role play, any and all current broods are welcome and are needed for the role play to begin, just jump in if there are still spots and I'll add you when I'm online c: This role play is actually centered around improving my writing and yours! When I've felt I've gotten good enough we can close up and such, but this role play is quite lax. Just make sure you post at least once every two weeks!
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[SINCLAIR - 1st Person POV]
It was, as you could say, a dreary day in the summer fields, but it seemed to be going away, giving way to the sunshine held behind it. I dropped my head to the ground, rooting around for daisies and clovers. Light broke through the clouds, beaming on my back and warming me throughout. I looked up, smiling in the warmth and flicked an ear, tuning in to my surroundings now. Birds, mockingbirds maybe, carried a sweet tune from the tall grass, a whistle here and there and chirping.
I set myself to mimicking their tune and was soon humming loudly enough that the birds quieted to listen. I swayed lazily to my beat, mane flowing from side to side. My stallion companion looked at me from a hill before going back to his grazing. I laughed now, singing the tune, the birds would chirp bits and pieces of the song, but they could not recreate the sound right. If only... if only there were someone else here to sing with me, someone else to let go of the problems in life to embrace the good. I turned mid beat and stopped, staring right into another mares eyes...
It was, as you could say, a dreary day in the summer fields, but it seemed to be going away, giving way to the sunshine held behind it. I dropped my head to the ground, rooting around for daisies and clovers. Light broke through the clouds, beaming on my back and warming me throughout. I looked up, smiling in the warmth and flicked an ear, tuning in to my surroundings now. Birds, mockingbirds maybe, carried a sweet tune from the tall grass, a whistle here and there and chirping.
I set myself to mimicking their tune and was soon humming loudly enough that the birds quieted to listen. I swayed lazily to my beat, mane flowing from side to side. My stallion companion looked at me from a hill before going back to his grazing. I laughed now, singing the tune, the birds would chirp bits and pieces of the song, but they could not recreate the sound right. If only... if only there were someone else here to sing with me, someone else to let go of the problems in life to embrace the good. I turned mid beat and stopped, staring right into another mares eyes...