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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 9:34:30 GMT 8
The youngest fae, the brown and white one, smiled as she heard the words that Famtasma spoke. Now that she was able to picture his home, maybe he would be the one that she chose? She would see that the others were trying to figure out where they wanted to go as well. Once of them would have no one though, unless someone else came along. She sighed. Then she spoke for the first time. "Tell me, Fantasma, about yourself." Her voice made it clear she was the youngest fae there.
Pictures of the Faes: Blade of Flames/Blatt der Flammen: Swift Heart/Schnelles Herz: Free Spirit/Freier Geist:
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Post by otho on Aug 25, 2010 9:43:55 GMT 8
Therthis
He shrugged a bit, then smiled. "Here there and everywhere, you could say. My sire is hellion, from across the sea. He was a wanderer for a time, before establishing his own land and herd. My mother was born to wandering healers. However, she was captured by my sire as a filly and forced to stay within his lands. I myself left when I was old enough, and had quite a time, travelling to distant lands, till I came upon this area." Therthis answered, then leaned forward slightly and with a deft click of his teeth, took off the refused apple.
"No need to let it go to waste," he commented to Blatt der Flammen, accepting her decision without any sign of surprise. She would more likely join Donovan, as they were very much the same.
"As for how I did that... Well, I never was taught much by my mother, or any others, in truth, so I picked it up on my own. Imagine sparks, which would fly through the air till they're extinguished, unless they light a fire. It's the same principals, except I focused on life instead of death. Only, sometimes the sparks will come up with something strange. Once I released one and it made a cross between an apple and a plum." he laughed, remembering the sweet taste of that particular fruit. "It's not a precise ability, but it's something I've liked to do when I can."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 25, 2010 9:49:55 GMT 8
Fantasma smiled down the the youngest of the four. He could tell from her pure beauty and high soprano tones that she was. The ebony stag would try to explain himself the best that he could. "I listen more than I speak, as I can see you do too," he said softly, thinking back to the whole time when she did not say a word. "I'm kind, most say although I have a hint of hellion in my bloodlines. I'll also protect anyone in my herd with my life; if anyone died around me, I'd never live it down," he said sadly. He had already broken that promise once, when he was a yearling. It wouldn't happen again though, not this time.
The ebony stag knew that he might not win the territory of the valley. If that happened, he would move to Eternal Paradise, the forest land. It seemed nearly as beautiful from the sky and upon foot. It must be lovely there, but the valley called to him, closer, every day.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 9:57:44 GMT 8
Volo and the black fae both smiled they both liked him. Only thing stopping them was that no more than one of themm could go with each of them.
They both looked at each other, knowing what would have to happen. Their other sister's noticed as well, both stepping away from the black fae and the white one.
"You might want to move a little way frm these two. Seeing as two of us like the same stallion, a fight will happen. Luckily, the goal is to make either one back off. we don't hurt when we fight over stallions," the youngest spoke again to the three stallions. "Unavoidable, seeing as that how we were all raised. You won't be able to stop them."
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Post by otho on Aug 25, 2010 10:03:02 GMT 8
Therthis
The black nodded, then stepped away, not wanting to interfere with their customs. He knew how it sometimes went, as he had met some such as they in his travels. However, never before had he seen it happen, only heard of it. "I wouldn't try to stop them. Mostly because I have a feeling that this isn't the kind of thing to interfere with..." he murmured, his horn flaring slightly, the light from it a soft gold and white mix.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 10:07:58 GMT 8
Both mares looked at each other for a moment, then the black one leapt at her sister, snapping her wings open to reveal sharp barbs that ran from them. Volo though had more experince than she did and easily managed to avoid being hit by those. She dodged and moved in to the offensive side, dodging easily from the black horn that came at her time and timer again.
It was clear that the younger mare was getting annoyed with all the dodging but then Volo stopped dodging and flames spread from her mane and tail, forming a wall that the other mare shied away from. As quickly as it was started, the fight was over, and Volo moved towards Therthis happily. "It would seem that I, Volo, or Flight am yours now."
There was no mark on either that showed they ewre hurt.
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Post by otho on Aug 25, 2010 10:13:56 GMT 8
Therthis
He nodded, smiling slightly. Then a small spark shot up again, and a strange fruit, a cross between a plum and an apple formed in front of Volo's sister. "Don't eat that yet, but see if you can sense how to make another of its kind. You might have the talent." he said, then nipped Volo gently.
"Come then Volo, and good luck to all you faes, and both you stags." he said with a friendly bow, then turned and began trotting towards the desert, his black horn leaving a strange afterimage of light.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 25, 2010 10:21:40 GMT 8
Fantasma nodded and stepped back, agreeing with Therthis. They would unfortunately fight over the other stag, but he would not interfere. He watched with astonishment as Volo won the fight and finished it as easily as it was started. What would happen to the black fae though? Surely one would come along for her. He hoped so. It would be a shame that she would not get a home today. "Do you wish to come with me now, Swift Heart?" he asked, hoping she would. She had never really said whether or not she would.
He was excited, already to show her the new home that she would live in when she wanted to start their journey. Fantasma was ready to fly to his homeland with her and see all the wonderful sights from the sky. He knew that she would love the view as much as he did. It would be lovely, almost as lovely as her.
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Post by otho on Aug 25, 2010 10:32:09 GMT 8
Etheran
I looked around, finally settling upon the mares who were with two stags. A third, I realized with anger, was Therthis. How he managed to get mares, I didn't know. But ah well, there were still three there.
"Greetings, faes, stags." I said, bowing to them only enough to be polite, not wanting to show them the scars on my shoulders from where Omera had severed my wings. "I am Etheran," I added, my eyes sadly on the hellion fae. I knew I wouldn't gain her, but perhaps one of the others, for I wasn't worthy of a pure one, such as herself, anymore. No, I wasn't, but Donovan, beta, as I recalled, of Blade, was worthy of her. Perhaps she would be smart and choose him, but I wasn't sure. Hellion faes were completely unpredictable...
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Post by Saphira on Aug 25, 2010 19:33:33 GMT 8
Donovan sat in the backstage, perfectly content to let the others finish up the conversations first. There would be fewer horses listening then. As the minutes dragged by, the fire horse found himself getting more and more irritated, his flames beginning to flare up once more, even though he tried to keep them to a minimum.
Shifting restlessly, he tossed his head, embers trailing back down to the forest ground. He ignored the other stallions and faes, tuning them up, his ruby gaze focused only on the lone hellion mare. To him, she burned like the sun, her wings made solely out of flames, as his did.Though he preferred not to fly, but to run.
Finally, Volvo - was it her name? - and another stag left. Still, another entered. Donovan turned, narrowing his burning orbs at the sight of one of Exile's spies. They shared a nod, before Donovan stepped forward to claim the mare's attention.
"Fae," He said, nodding. "My calling is Donovan, Prince of the Fire Horses of the Clan Irshak and beta of Misty Mountains. If I may be so bold, what is your name and from whence do you hail
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Post by erosaf on Aug 26, 2010 6:42:07 GMT 8
" A land across a huge sea is my home, Donovan." The firey mare smiled at him a little. Her voice was dry, and radiated the heat of a flame with every word. She cared not though. "Blatt der Flammen is my name, it translates as Blade of Flames. We four are all from the same herd, which would have told you that in our lands, mares ate the ones in control of what the herd does, not the stallions." She was interested in this Donovan indeed.
The black fae though looked at the newcomer. "Where are you from?" she asked him.
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Post by Saphira on Aug 26, 2010 6:50:52 GMT 8
The handsome fire stallion tossed his head, a smile curving upon his maw in response to the hellion mare's. "I cannot say I have ever been there. However, a land beyond the fire mountains of these lands are mine." Donovan gazed at her, eyes dancing, as his tresses sputtered down to tiny flickering flames. "Blade of Flames... Interesting... May I call you Flame?" Donovan asked, voice rumbling deep with his chest. "And that is an interesting fact... In my land, both the mares and stallions have equal say in matters, because both genders are just as strong." He paused, tiny fires flickering in the pits of his nostrils. "Why then, Blade of Flames, have you come to this land?"
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Post by erosaf on Aug 27, 2010 7:09:16 GMT 8
"Flammen would be the word for Flames," she replied, smiling a little. She knew that she had found the right stallion for her. "I think you will be the one for me." She tossed her flaming head and smiled at the three stallions.
Schnelles Herz snorted and then replied, "I would love to see this place you speak of, Fantasma, for myself."
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Post by otho on Aug 27, 2010 11:23:40 GMT 8
Etheran
I nodded my head to the flaming fae, knowing that I would never have deserved her anyways. What mare such as she would choose a stag like me? I looked to the last femme though, a bit hopefully. "Greetings, fae, I am Etheran. I am one of those who serve Exile." I said to her, bowing a bit. My scars were painful again, including the jagged circle on my chest. Well, there was nothing I could do about it anyways, so unless she asked, I wasn't going to apologize. Some would suggest going to see Ceelena, but I wasn't going near that unicorn till I was dead and burning again in hell. After all, it was a unicorn who had caused my scars in the first place.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 27, 2010 11:37:27 GMT 8
The black mare smiled a little at Etheran. It was clear to her that he did not truly trust unicorns, there was a way he seemed to stand when face by her and Swift Heart at the moment. Oh how she was glad neitehr of her sisters wanted him like she did.
"If you wanted, I could try to help you out a little bit, Etheran. I hate seeing others suffer, and the same goes for plants and other things. While I am in no way as good as Celeena of the Land of Wishing, I can heal some things. That is a odd thing seeing as I am half hellion as well."
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