Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 10:31:03 GMT 8
Ebony was he sleek and shining in the afternoon sun. Silver flames ran along him where tresses should have been. From his maw, a foam dripped, caking around his mouth. Shivers raced down his spine, threatening to send him to the ground. Muscle spasms wanted to end him, but his movement had not ceased. "Huntress," he whispered, his eyes rolling in insanity. It had been getting worse and worse as the anger came and went. Flicking his whipcord he stood upon the rocky coast.
In the night before this day, the stag had scouted out the area. They had left, at least temporarily. Ashton was with the weak, young fae, Sangita. Bless her he thought with a small smirk. The young dun had gotten the king away, but there was still the ebony one to deal with. He would be dealt with well, too if he did indeed try to come. For now, he would take the fae for his own, and she would bare his young. She would, or she would die.
Amani paid no attention to the beautiful scenery that was developing before him as he moved on. "Huntress," he said again, his tones growing in strength as he could smell her. A fae in heat was something that not even an insane horse could miss. Finally, she came into view. Just like he had seen her at first, ebony and beautiful. This one would not be easy though. The best never were.
I was galloping fast back to my home as it was not every day that i got away from a stag whom had sneaked me away. I listened why did i just hear a stag that was not my own calling my name "oh no not again please not again" i said to myself barely above a whisper. I slide to a stop now i was not happy at all now just before i was jumping with joy and now i was waiting around for this stag to get here.
I heard him call my name again "well what do you want" i said as i saw him coming to me and that was when i got really angry who would dare take a angry mare him probable and i guess he would try and breed me too. stags i thought then turned so i faced him with my black head held high and my purple eyes looked though his if you had ever seen an angry mare well try seeing a exevil mare angry such fun to see what happens well sometimes. I looked at him then hissed "why are you here as i am just getting home again from some place else" i said.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 11:00:25 GMT 8
Amani moved around her, wanting so badly to just breed her there and then and get it over with. Things took time to manifest into something greater though. Time was not his friend, not at all though. "Dear fae, don't you know?" he asked innocently, reaching out to touch her with his soft foam covered muzzle. The ebony stag knew the game that so many stags played, and even in his insanity, he could try. It would not be as convincing though.
"I have nothing else left in the world, Huntress," he said, wondering if she would pity him, even give some sympathy. "Nothing at all. My queen has left with her foal, and they want nothing to do with me," he mused, knowing that the entirety of his words was fiction. They were laced with sadness and helplessness. Amani wanted to appear innocent until she said she would go. Then, he would strike, like a snake of venom did. Huntress was not an opponent, but she was a trophy. Her foal was his life.
"Huntress," he called softly, trying to hold back his blood lust and anger toward her stallion for calling her his own. "I am Amani, of Snowy River Forest," he said, looking back to the place he was not welcomed to. Normally, he would have been. Thowra and he were good friends, even the best of friends. Since his rabies, things had changed. They had dramatically changed. No one would forgive him.
I sighed yep it was as i expected stag wants me to go with him have his foal and other things but what did i care all i had wanted was to get home. but even as i thought that i forgot it as this stag had gotten at me at the wrong time "your words i doubt are true but as it is thats just me " i said just to show i was staying here if he liked it or not but i would have to watch the mouth of his.
I sighed i was not getting out of this one but i might stop him from breeding me if thats what he wanted as i had forgoten what i had thought before hand. I looked around then moved and whispered in his ear "be careful what you wish for, be careful what you do as if you live you might have made a calming mare back into what she was before" i said to him then stood back "well Amani take caution to my words i shall go with only because i must but remember my words" i looked at him with my purple eyes you could almost see the blood lust that us to sit there the side of me no one here had seen yet. I stood up with my head raised evermore higher but my tail clamped down on my rump which pointed right away from him.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 11:25:02 GMT 8
The ebony stag was charming, true, but his emotions were out of control. Amani knew that his old self was inside of him, that he loved Erosaf and little Spyro still. The rage was there, there to stay unless something stopped it. There was no time to make it to Hidden Illusion, and the insane one even doubted that she could help. The council could not help him, for there was nothing to help. Simply, he would die.
Amani smiled as he listened to her words of becoming a new fae again. She would never be like she was before; she would be scarred for life, if it was up to him. "Dear fae, trust me. Believe my words, for everything I say is true," he said, looking down with his innocent brown eyes. They were soft, but behind them was a fury unimaginable. Sure, Amani was being fake, something he would have frowned upon in his former days. Those days were over. None would come after these.
"I thank you Huntress, for everything," he said nonchalantly, already fantasizing what he would do to her after they had left the realm of Ashton. The silver flames sizzled in the ocean air. Steam rose from his spine and the backs of his legs. It was a sight to behold, something that many did not get to see. Insanity brought power. Huntress would not deny him. Amani could not stand to see her deny him like Erosaf had.
i listen to him speak "if i trusted your words i would not be on my guard but take heed of my words as you might find that some one will not be happy in the time that comes" i said and looked at him and sighed again and started to remember what i did, what i had done, how i had felt only a few years before hand and at that my head lowered and i shoke uncontrollably for a few minutes then i raised my head and looked the stag in the eyes "well i guess you can't really harm me any way" i said then looked around my words were different from how they sounded before.
i had and i was going to get back to my old ways to get though this one. As i had heard some person say before i ran to the wild once black hearted always black hearted although i might have been calm and sweet no one had seen this one side of me all well now they would "let us go then as there id=s no point in staying any longer" i said to him and lifted my head and looked down at him now the old blood lust that could just be seen before could be seen clearly now.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 12:02:29 GMT 8
Amani laughed savagely once standing in place for a moment as the steam rose from his dripping bodice. "Oh, you're wrong fae," he said tensely, moving forward to rub his crown against her rump. "I can harm you....more than you think," he smirked, thinking of biting her and giving the fae the disease that he had. "Don't try anything," he said, circling her once more. A little, she had relaxed. The ebony fae was so ready to go, to go and meet the queen that he hated and the colt that had been getting on his nerves since day one. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?
Before anyone could say anything, or anyone could do anything, he jumped upon her. Amani put all his weight upon her, as if to crush her a little bit more and forced her. The ebony one dismounted, looking at her with disgust. "Officially, you're mine," he said, looking back to her for rage, even a wish of termination. Volo had just stood there and cried like the stupid fae that she was. There was nothing but weakness in her heart. Amani was glad that he had bred her though, before he had gone. Oskana would bare a young of his too, which would be good.
I looked at him "no i am not wrong about you not being able to do me harm you want to know why" i said then watched him and knew what was coming after he spoke again "i will not do anything but watch out i was not call Wild Huntress for no reason" i said and watched him i calmed my eyes so they were soft and waited.
I smiled as he made his move of course i just stood there and did not move and smiled simply when he got off "no you don't own me no one does right know" i said and well skipped to one side and swung around so i faced the stag again "and don't try that again please" i said to him and stamped my hoof on the ground there was no feeling in my eyes now that he would be able to see "i wounder what i should do break your neck or slit your gut" i asked him and smiled "shall we go as i don't see any point in staying here " i said and gave a small smile and wounder if he took in what i had said just before.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 23:25:31 GMT 8
The ebony demonic stag looked to her, not caring of how many threats she gave nor how much she cursed his existence. "Yes, it would hurt you quite well if you got my disease, wouldn't it?" he said, baring his ivories at her, stepping over to her neck. Amani felt it with his ivories but made sure not to break her pelt, so that she would not catch his disease. He may have been insane, but she was a fae bearing his foal. She needed to live.
"You will not do either, Huntress," he said, kicking at her leg as he nodded. "I heard you the first time," Amani replied, nodding his large ebony crown. He let his pillars move quickly, back to the land that they called Snowy River Forest. Erosaf would not be pleased, not at all. Amani would let the fae venture into the land, but he had a death wish with a vampire that he needed to fulfill.
I looked at him and turned my head to one side "disease your diseased oh well then bite me if you want" i said to him. I watched as he felt my neck with his ivories but did not break my pelt "oh thats right i have your foal in me don't i" i said then moved backwards some more not to get away but to stay out of his reach.
I looked at him as he said i will do either "oh you don't know that i could do it while you slept or i could do one of the two right now" i said to him with a small smile and looked at him as if i had not said anything against him just before and sighed like a good girl but really i was not. I followed after him and wondered how i had gotten so weak it had only been a year or two since i was last like this. I stopped and looking around before starting at a gallop towards the land he had said having a feeling he would not becoming in at all.
Amani lashed the silver flames out at her hind quarters, trying to mark her as his own. Burns from fire hurt, hurt so badly he remembered vaguely. It had been a while, more than enough time for the rabies to kill him. It was now time for him to die. The dark stag began to choke rapidly on his own froth, turning to her for help. "Can't," he struggled. "Time......has.....come," he choked, gasping for every breath that he took. It was over, so over. Now, the fae had a chance to run, make him be alone in his last hours. It would be less than an hour before he was dead. Erosaf would be happy, Amani knew.
"Do -," he gasped, letting himself collapse to his ebony knees, falling to his side after a moment. "End...if...want," he rasped. Now was the time for her just to put him out of his memory if she wanted to. If she had no feeling, no caring truly in her heart, she would. Maybe she would stay with him though in his last hours. Maybe she actually cared. No, she didn't. Amani had answered his own question. Amani had forced her, had taken her from her love and her only home. The will to bite her grew stronger with every moment as the rabies took its highest effect yet with his mind. Leave his mind called to her, but the words would not come. Stay he pleaded in his mind as he gasped for another breath.
Wild Huntress I looked at him with hate but i was not like that any more but he had pushed my back to what i had been but i knew that deeper in me were two layers that fought when i was angry. One the evil i was, the other what i was not long ago. I sighed and stepped back as he tryed to burn me. I stopped moving and watched him "see what is now happening" i said then walked over to his side when he went down on his knees. I looked at him with a turned head "you know what you did to me made my true self and new one fight and all i know is that the old me is winning did you know that you did that to me " i said harshly then i looked at him though my purple eyes the two sides in me had no hold yet but i would stay until one got a hold. I could feel the blackness pushing against my heart and the kinder me defending it but it was a losing battle for the defender. I lifted my head "my new self is losing this battle at the moment so i best say cya to you soon but i might stay while i have the heart to do so" i said to him and went down on my knees next to the drying stag.
Amani gave up, trying to breathe but trying to die at the same time. The ebony stag was done with this cruel world and what it had bestowed upon him. "Don't....care," he whispered, looking up to her with hate in his ebony eyes. "You....are...nothing," he hissed, baring his ivories at her, wanting to snap at her again. Every thud in his chest, he could feel more prominently than the last. Amani guessed that was how it felt when the end was near. He could care less about the end. There was nothing but more bitterness in the afterlife, he knew. That was why so many stags haunted their old mates. He wouldn't punish Erosaf or Huntress any more than he already had.
I deserve this he thought in his mind as she lowered herself to the ground with him. "What....you...doing?" he whispered, a tone of shock taking over his breathy vocals. Amani had committed an enormity against Huntress, yet she felt compassion for him? She felt sympathy for him? It was impossible. Maybe, she was crazier than he thought - or he was crazier than he thought. The second one was very possible.
The stag of ivory with painted spots upon his pelt trotted around, letting himself move lucidly. Cream hooves cracked against the hard rocks with every step he took. The crimson eyes shone like a luminescent sun across the ocean. The ocean. It was too good for someone like him, who deserved just the coldest tundra. It was where he belonged, for his heart ran colder than the winter snows. He didn't care anymore. Ganymede was done with caring.
The sensation was always present, especially when he was in a place with many other horses. Ironically, there was a rabid stag that had been sneaking a fae. Now, he was upon the ground, shaking and choking. She stood there with him, nearly crying for his hopeful recovery. There was even a lesser chance of that, now that he had arrived. It burned in his throat, drawing him closer. Ganymede stopped breathing for a moment before that animal instinct of feeding began. For all he knew, he was hungry enough to kill them both, seeing as he had not had any blood in nearly a moon cycle.
Ganymede stopped before them, a wicked smile upon his features. "How ironic," he mused, walking around them. "The poor, defenseless fae helping her worst killer," he said, looking straight at her with his deadly crimson eyes. Ganymede chuckled, moving deadly close to the stag, who was still gasping. "She's helping because she's stupid," he said malevolently. "If she was smart, she'd kill you and leave. No.." he suddenly cut off his voice. "That's my job," he said, baring his fangs at both of them.
I looked at him "really you don't care shame" i said to him although i knew he was doing it only because he was dieing. I Looked at him again "nothing you say" i said said to him.
I looked at him "why because of when my heart had been softened with love for my stag i started to care about those around me even if they did force me to do as they wanted" i said then turned my head when another came.
I looked at the new stag "defenseless you say hmm, ironic you say too hmm" i said and as i did so i felt something give then that stopped. I touched his neck with my nose and stood i only heard the last word he said Stupid, i felt my kinder self give again and was pushed away i felt it as cold, blackness creeped back into my heart, into my veins "I am starter then you think else how would i know that i am wild not tame, evil not kind" i said then added " i would have killed him but as it goes i did not as i did not have blackness were it now stands" i said in a load voice.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 16, 2010 10:38:13 GMT 8
Amani laid upon the ground, breathing lightly. "Huntress," he whispered, looking up to her in hope. In this battle against the disease and against the stag, she was his only ally. He looked up at the stag and noticed that his vision was blurred. Amani was going blind. The intruder was ivory, with magnificent ebony spots upon his entire form. The immense beauty of the stag told Amani only one thing; he was not normal. The stallion that stood before him stood as tall as some of the hellions, yet no flames jutted from his tresses. "What...are...you?" he whispered, looking up.
Ganymede smiled to her, stepping closer. "You wouldn't have," he said simply, not bothering to gather information about her before making his assumption. From what he could see, she loved this terrible killer, this evil hellion. "There's nothing wild about you," he assumed again, getting a thrill from his superiority complex. Ganymede refrained from drinking her sweetening fresh blood, for the smell of it made his senses dilute. It was absolutely sour smelling. The spotted one wrinkled his nose in disgust as he went to the one that would die anyways.
Would she care that Ganymede was going to kill him? The stag lowered his crown to glare at the ebony one with those crimson eyes. "Want to die?" he asked, smiling with delight as he opened his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs. As he pierced his victim's neck, he became oblivious to the screaming sounds of Amani. They were nothing. The sweet partial hellion blood was not too strong, but it was delight to the senses. Ganymede felt himself strengthening with every sip of blood. The life was draining from the rabid stag's eyes as he took more and more. Finally, he finished, and Amani laid there, barely alive. He was screaming furiously and cursing, but the deed had been done.