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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 2, 2007 19:12:21 GMT -5
Take Everything.... [/size][/b] A black stallion entered the land. His dark pelt shone in the dim, fierily light of the land. He searched the place with his shinning red eyes, his large head moved around, showing himself the land. He chuckled to himself when he saw the leader, the devil himself, standing near him. He walked over, knowing the evil one had heard and seen him come in. The white raindrop on the stallion's head stood out. He stood near the stallion and looked to where the stallion looked. From the Inside [/size][/i] He began to speak, his words were deep and held no emotion. " I am From the Inside, as you probably already know. I have no home and have searched for you my whole life, and now you are found." The dark stallion was six years old, and plained to live longer than he already had. He was full mortal, but his darkness kept him from being hurt from the most evil of all. He was the most evil stallion in the land, after Maverick and the stallion before him. He waited for an answer from the dark one. And Throw It All Away..... [/size][/b] |
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Post by Zee on Dec 3, 2007 18:07:52 GMT -5
The stag spun to face the colt, his pools burning like the embers after the fire, his auds flattened, his hooves digging imprints in the earth as he spoke in husky deep tones, threatening. His dial was carried low, showing he would strike out without being prevoked.
"Dark you may be, colt, but what gives you the right to approach such as me?! I should slaughter you where you stand!"
He growled, and stamped a hock in agrivation. But his auds had softened slightly, and he gave a flick of his banner before lifting his dial slightly higher, showing a more at ease stance.
"But I wont. For the mere reason that I find such foolishness amusing. Do it too often, however, and your life will be mine."
He turned his back to the stag, with an agrivated click of his ivorys and his stance relaxed, showing that he saw the "colt" as no real threat. His pools turned to the horizon, where he was sure he saw something forming, some trace of a storm, but not the natural heat enforced storm that the desert was accustomned too, it seemed to be formed of ice, and snow.
With a flick of his aud in the colt's direction, he spoke.
"You may remain here so long as your soul burns black. Keep your distance from my daughter or your life will be called forfiet."
And with that he started towards the blizzard at a canter, his hoovs sinking every now and then, beneath the sand, and his pools fixed on the form that danced in the blizzard, a voice echoing around, luring him into what could be a trap. Finally he was confronted with the source of the blizzard, and as the snow faded away, a filla stepped forth, a fae of beauty that he had heard rumors and stories about, The One Gift Lost. The one fae that all horses saught to find, and none could claim. He snorted and skidded to a halt, showering her with sand which dripped off her hide as he spoke.
"I demand to know why you approach this land!"
He snorted again, nares flared. The only response he got was a childish giggle, and the sight of a fae striding past him and into the desert beyond, towards his treasured oasis. |
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 3, 2007 18:13:34 GMT -5
The stallion smiled, glad that his life long dream had been fullfilled. He snorted when the evil one galloped away from him. He didn't mind, but he didn't expect it to happen. He watched the large clouds come into the land, and a light colored substance began to fall down. He knew what it was, snow. He trotted down the slope and over to the wide river. He looked down to see the snow dissappear in the water, but soon ice began to form around the edges of the river.
The fae walked out of the tunnel, to see snow. She snorted to herself and turned to see her father and another fae. She knew this fae was no dark one. She cantered over to her father and stayed with him, her eyes burned at the sight of the fae. She said nothing as she looked up to the snow.
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Post by Zee on Dec 3, 2007 18:37:19 GMT -5
The filla's giggle echoed all about and in a fit of anger at being ignored, Espionage spun and snapped his auds into his rump, leaving a bloody red mark upon her hide. He scampered backwards as the wound healed over, leaving no scar, no mark, just flesh.
The filla giggled again, feeling no pain, and whipped her milky white banner in the stags face, forcing him to huff a snort. Espionage growled a breath and started after the filla, his dial low, his muscles tensed in a rounding pose, ready to shoo her from his land. The filla broke into a canter, looking over her shoulder enough to give a teasing glance, before running off, and eventually coming to a halt by the oasis.
Espionage broke into a gallop, bucking as he went, chasing her, trying to keep her from his only life blood in this place - his oasis, his home. But it was too late. One of her delicate hooves broke the surface of the water, and blood spread throughout it. Espionage skidded to a halt unbeliving, listening as the fae spoke.
"How much blood have you spilt dark one? How many lives have been forfiet to your hooves. This oasis now fills with their blood. And for it, you shall be reminded, that life is delicate. In time your oasis will flow clean again, but until then, it shall serve as a reminder, that you are not the only cruel master of this world. Light I may be, a mere filla, but I know where to hit."
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 3, 2007 19:08:45 GMT -5
The stallion watched as the water turned to blood. He looked up and saw the filla on the other side. He stood tall, his red eyes were glowing. He heard the words of the fae, but he said nothing, knowing the evil one would do something about it. He threw his head up and waited to see what the evil one would do.
Closer ran after her father, but she stayed behind him when he stopped. She saw her river turn to blood and her spirit began to burn. She hated this filla and it showed. Her ears were laced back and her eyes were burning. She stamped a hoof, leaving a mark in the sand wishing it was in the filly's skull.
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Post by Zee on Dec 3, 2007 19:19:07 GMT -5
Espionage clashed his ivorys together and turned to gallop after the filla angriliy, but she was now in a gallop of her own and the two raced over the desert sand towards the horizon. The filla turned her dial to him, no fear showing, her auds laced forward showing only alertness. The stallions auds were pinned, and he lashed out at her but she only giggled.
"You fight the wrong foe stag, the wrong foe."
And with a leap she had dissapeared into the blizzard again. Espionage skidded to a halt, his muscles tensed and finally he reared up, screamed angrily and paced in place as the blizzard faded.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 3, 2007 19:23:03 GMT -5
Closer stayed where she was. Not wanting to get into it with her father and the fae. She snorted and walked over to a place where she could cross the river. She stepped on a rock and her hoof slipped. She pulled it out and almost gagged when she smelled the blood. She made her way across, quickly. She looked down and saw that the blood had gathered sand on her hoof. She snorted and tried to shake it off, but it stayed.
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Post by Zee on Dec 5, 2007 2:14:17 GMT -5
Espionage snorted, and after a short temper tantrum turned and headed back to his now bloody oasis. He growled to himself. The oasis had always been his own. The only place of beauty in his land, the only place where he could sit and ponder, the only place where he could remember his lover, the fae who had abandoned him and his evil ways. He sighed and dropped his dial to the water, sniffing it before pulling away with an unamused scowl.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 6, 2007 9:44:05 GMT -5
Closer looked over and saw her father on the other side. She didn't feel sorry for him, she felt nothing at the moment. She snorted and walked up the slope to stand apon it and look to the hairzon. She swished her tail then looked down when she saw a black stallion.
Inside walked up the slope and over to Closer. He dipped his head to her and told her who he was. All he got was a mad look. He dropped his head and sniffed the ground, trying not to care that he had got blown off by the fae. He looked up and saw the evil one. He didn't know what to do.
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Post by Zee on Dec 6, 2007 18:14:15 GMT -5
As the day passed into night, Espionage didn't move. He still stood upont he bank, staring into the bloody depths of the water. By the time the moon was full and bright, the water had cleared and he was once again calm, so much so that he walked into the cooling depths and drank happily, the bitter sweet taste of tears filled his maw and he drank til he was content. Only then did he stride from the oasis and onto the bank, before dissapearing into the darkness of the land.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 6, 2007 21:49:44 GMT -5
Inside walked around the land, his head hanging low in comfort. He breathed deep, sometimes breathing in the sand itself. He would then snort it out and keep on walking. He had walked the whole land three times before the sun came up again. He really didn't know how big the dark one's land really was.
Closer stayed on her look out the whole night. She sighed when she saw the green sun come up and turn into the red sun, but soon it was blacked out by the darkness of the land and only an eerie glow made the land light up. She looked around for her father, she wished to speak with him about something.
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Post by Zee on Dec 7, 2007 23:07:29 GMT -5
Far away from the oasis, standing atop the mighty face of a cliff, was the mighty stag. A windstorm had picked up, showing his ebony coat with a rain of sand, tossing his banners about him like waves about the shore, his muscles and body unmoving as he stared into the turmoil of the storm, and suddenly whispered. "Ssin." His pools watched the dancing sand and he snorted as the form of a pure shaped mare danced through the sand. It was little more than a dream that his lady love would return to his side, as she had left long before... and she had taken all her goodness and beauty with her, leaving him trapped in a pathetic desert never to see her again. He sighed and turned, slowly making his way back down the cliff face before pausing at the bottom and looking up into the dancing sand again, where the dream had dissapeared. "Ssin... return to me." He was soon emerged in a gallop back towards the oasis.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 10, 2007 15:22:09 GMT -5
Closer looked at her father. She rolled her orbs, he was going mental. She trotted over to her favorite pyrmaid and looked up. The glow of the sun made it look like a place of death, which it was. She walked back over to her spot and looked at the bloodly river. She wanted to know when the blood would be gone. She whinnyed for her father.
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Post by Zee on Dec 10, 2007 17:58:01 GMT -5
Considering the water was already clear and clean, and had been so since the moon had up'd, Espionage didn't reply. He stalked past his daughter, walking into the depths of the oasis and dropping to roll in the watery depths, ridding himself of the sand that dotted his pelt as he did so.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Dec 11, 2007 10:14:35 GMT -5
"Uh." She said to herself as he walked by. She could never get on his good side. She walked away from him and over to her post again. She could see her father, the new stallion and the rest of the land. She threw her head up and reared. The land was back to normal, and she wished to do some training. She came down and looked over at her father. She knew he wasn't in the mood for play fighting.
Inside stood near the river, looking down at the now clear water. He shook his head and sighed. This was weird. He looked up and saw Closer standing at her post. He liked the fae, even though he knew he had to stay away from her. And he had, he only had talked to her once, when he told her his name.
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