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Post by Epona on Oct 11, 2010 11:40:13 GMT 8
Traveling for days on end really puts a hurt on anyone, equine or not. Especially after brutal training with a demon who took on the form of a horse. Trainwreck lowered his black head, his black, empty eyes staring straight ahead as he entered Vandin Place. He knew he needed to return home, to his mother, to his father, to his sister. He had been away so long he did not know any of what was going on. VooDoo, his grandfather, the demon, had taught him a lot. It was more than Trainwreck ever thought he would remember. But it would come naturally to him, for he was in his blood, said VooDoo. Though there was doubt in his mind, the colt had not voiced his opinion and now here he was, weak and weary, slightly vulnerable, heading in the direction of his family's land.
When VooDoo had taken Trainwreck from his home, Armada had been told that there was something special about the colt, something that the demon wanted to further, wanted to coach along and strengthen. Armada, power hungry as she was at the time, had been more than happy to send her son away with that horrible fucking demon that her father was. He had tortured and beaten Trainwreck until he got everything right all the time. Trainwreck was covered in scars, burn marks, hoofprints, even whip marks from VooDoo's demon rider entity that appeared at times. He was pushed to become a perfectionist, anal that everything must be right, all the time. Trainwreck was always right, and he never failed. If he failed, he would die.
The now stallion stopped and sighed deeply, finding himself alone in these lands. Though he would be extremely vulnerable, Trainwreck could not help but lay down to the ground. It was comforting, to have all of that weight off of his legs. It was hell trying to walk all that way. He did not even remember where the fuck his grandfather had taken him but he knew he was lucky just to be home. A darkness crept in to his mind as he watched the clouds, laying on his side. Why did the birds get to fly and he did not? He snorted and opened his mouth as a small flock flew overhead. "You get no privileges that I do not," he hissed darkly and seconds after the words left his mouth there was a horrible squawking as the birds fell from the sky, their wings completely missing from their bodies, the spots bleeding heavily, as if the wings had been torn off, though they were no where on the ground. The stallion smirked, as if the sound of their painful cries was music to his ears. It was.
Thoughts traveled to his mother and father. He wondered how they were doing and if the war had happened yet. Was Shattered still a little bitch like she had always been? Was she still scared of father and nearly shit herself when he looked in her direction? He could not wait to scare her even more when he showed her his new powers. So much strength and ability coursed through his veins. It was almost unbearable to keep it all in. His tail flicked quickly and sent a fly whizzing through the air, hit with such a precision even a frog could not have matched it.
After a moment, he began to struggle to his feet. He felt refreshed and he took a deep breath, his empty eyes staring at the sky above him. More birds flew overhead but he let them go this time. A small rabbit lay in a clover patch, watching his with a clearly fearful gaze. "Why dear hare, I have not given you a reason to fear me." he said in a sarcastically sweet voice, a disgusting, almost poisonous hiss to it. The rabbit did not move, for it did not understand his words or his underlying threat. This seemed to irritate Trainwreck, and he took a step closer to the poor creature. "You dare show confidence to me?" he spat, and stomped a hoof. There was a squeak and the rabbit was instantly stretched out on his side, held down by nothing but pure mental power. Trainwreck walked over to the small creature and stared in to its fearful eyes with his own blank, black pools. "No one does not fear me," he said quietly before lowering his head and biting the rabbit's own head off. He spit it to the ground, blood dripping from his lips. A devilish grin had settled on his features. Everyone feared him; if they did not, they were ignorant fucking idiots. He snorted and chuckled in a slightly hysterical way.
Why were none approaching him? Had he truly become that feared even those who did not know him sensed that they should stay away? His gaze rested on the decapitated rabbit and he could not help but laugh. "Where are you all, you fearful scum?" he asked the sky sarcastically, swishing his tail in mock irritation.
His looks had not changed much, except for the fact that he was full grown and clearly stood over 24 hands tall, which was larger than his mother, yes. His coat was still the odd mixture of black and white. His eyes had lost their color and their depth. They were empty and black, emotionless pools that you could look in to and never find an answer, never even see a sign of life. Trainwreck's mane and tail had changed as well, turning from black and white to pure white, almost transparent for it held almost no color. He lost his luster, though his coat was still wildly attractive due to its uniqueness. His eyes were dead, his mane and tail were dead, and hell, his mind was dead as well for he was insane. Though he would deny it, and he did rather well at hiding it when he was around others, Trainwreck had gone insane in his time with the demon. He lost his grip on reality and thought that nothing could harm him. None had challenged him to find out so who knew? With his new powers, perhaps the insane stallion was unstoppable.
ooc ;; 1030 words (: longest post on here so far I believe. also, is it possible to be scared by your own character? o.o ;
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Post by Epona on Oct 14, 2010 6:09:31 GMT 8
ooc ;; bumpp.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 17, 2010 23:37:40 GMT 8
It had been a while since that bastard had declared his love for the hellion fae so openly. Maybe there wasn't even such a thing; it didn't seem to exist in that world. They had both tried their best to keep things under control, she understood. Some things were impossible to control; they were out of the power of even the most powerful of their kind. Now, the assumption that life was great at home finally did appear to her so suddenly. It was. Their work had not been theirs alone, but the world finished the sacrifice of her soul that was needed for her to become complete. She had - and the feeling of that power was the most amazing feeling in the world.
The first two years were easy, almost too easy. She was a princess, air to the royal throne, wherever her father would claim land. He had been talking about it for almost a year, but no attempts had ever been made. There were always more of his kind, always less. Soon there would be even more less when that pathetic excuse for a hellion was brutally dethroned. In his dead eyes, she would laugh, letting him finally know how she really thought of him, how she wished to see blood dripping from his pelt every time she saw his smug expression.
Then, there had been the fallen one, the one who was no longer worthy of her. Medarmeth had been pathetic too, with his wannabe flames and loving personality. It had been her father's rightful position to banish him after treating a slave like she was family. It disgusted her - the cold lies that her mind made up. Love was only a disguised feeling of hate and misery. It brought both eventually, for it only took a matter of time until they were both at the breaking point. Candra had seen many of those 'couples' fall. Some were because of her type drowning them in insanity. A few were specifically because of her.
Candra decided the moment she walked in, that at least half the lands were empty. No longer did she care for company or companionship. Those were both things of the past. The lands that she once called a home helped her to fulfill her destiny. The stupid reasoning that her parents had called for moving away from them was because they had 'tempted' them to murder the queen. In Candra's opinion, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. The queen was no longer worthy; she was softened, weak.
As anger and blood lust rose in her heart, she noticed that steam was rising from the ground where her blood red daggers were hitting it so furiously. Flames began to move behind her, creeping up into the bushes. Look what she had caused - it was because of the power inside her, the power of the flame. It wasn't like the rest of her was not impressive because it was. Any stag would drop dead just to get her to be their queen, any one who actually cared about beauty. Unlike them, Candra did not.
Mostly, the princess' form was splattered with a blood red hue. It was similar to her mother's, Temia's hue. Candra's was more gory, more bloody than hers though. It was more beautiful, more intricate. Flame like marking of ebony crept up her front pillars, tapering off when they hit her knee. On the back pillars, ebony tapered off just at the ankle. The hue of ivory crept up the back of her pillars to taper off at the hock. It was a mix between her parents, both entirely pure. Upon her underbelly, ivory found a dwelling, just like it did solely on her father. It also found a place on her crown, swirling to become part of the red at the top of her neck. Gray swirls were decorated around her blue eyes, both lacking pupils. Finally, an ebony stripe found its way down her back splitting off to decorations on either side of her withers. Most would call her gorgeous. Candra did not expect anything less of herself but the utmost beauty.
The senses had been sharpened every moment she was alone. Hearing had increased so much since the leaving of that pitiful mountain home. Murmurs she heard in the distance, revealing insanity to the one who spoke them. Candra could smell him, a similar smell in the gales. Never could she tell who's scent it was. It was one that she had been around....sometime when she had been young. It had to be that of one like her, for she could feel power radiating off of him. Candra smirked to herself as she approached closer.
There were too many creatures to burden the princess. Finally, she decided that it was time for pain to be caused. The rage was evident, but it was not known how evident it was until fire shot from her sky blue eyes and killed a burrowing groundhog family. Laughing manically, she moved on, picking up her pace. They would not get away, not even the stag that she smelled getting so close. Perhaps, he would be weak, so weak that she could end his life. No, she would not. Torment was not due to her kind, her mother had so wisely taught her. Now, they were all weak to her. Life was nothing to care about. It was a waste.
Flames flickered lightly on the surface of her neck as she saw him finally. "Trainwreck?" she whispered coldly. It was in the set- up as a question, but Candra knew who she saw before her. Gracefully, she moved up, her eyes emotionless. Her tone would not waver; nothing would happen to give off any sense of fear, for there was none in her heart. As she got closer, she noticed that he was even taller than she was. In all her wandering, she had not ever seen that. It was only a two hand difference. They were both mighty and powerful, and nothing could change that. Perhaps, she had finally found someone worthy of her presence. He was an evil prince; she was an evil princess. They could defeat the world.
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Post by Epona on Oct 18, 2010 17:11:43 GMT 8
ooc ;; i'm having a bit of a block for mister trainwreck here. so this post might be a little...shitty.
His black daggers sliced the soft earth beneath him as he walked. As he looked to the ground, he concentrated on his footsteps, leaving hoofprints burned in to the ground. The stallion smirked, his black, empty eyes raising to the sky. The sun was shining and more birds were flying by. He disgusted days like today. Why could it not be cloudy and perhaps rain? Hatred filled him. Why should those birds be able to fly and be free and careless when he could not? He almost lashed out again at the new flock that flew overhead but decided to let them on their way.
Trainwreck continued walking, stopping next to a pond and lowering his head for a drink. He took a sip and then watched as the ripples moved across the surface, created by the disturbance of his lips on the water. For a moment, he looked at his reflection, staring at the hollow eyes that stared back at him. With a snort of rage, he splashed the water with his front hoof and turned away.
Then, a new scent caught his nose. It was familiar, as if he knew it from somewhere; like home. But it was a distant memory and he could not place it, for his mind was practically empty from all the training he had received from VooDoo. As the mare approached, Trainwreck stood stock still and watched her, his blank eyes not leaving her form.
Why was she even approaching him? He wanted to tell her to leave, or to inflict pain on her, to make her feel how he was feeling at the moment. Pain always flowed through his body. He hated it but enjoyed watching it being inflicted on others. The mare said his name and he curled a lip in disgust. How did she know him?
"You know my name, yet I do not know yours." he hissed gruffly, stepping forward and examining her from head to tail, taking in her shorter form and continuing to try and register her scent to his memory. Nothing came up, though, and he realized he would have to wait for her name and then he would probably remember. His dark eyes were locked on to her form. She was beautiful, and he wanted her, but he did not believe in pleasure. And he would not use his size to his advantage on this one, for she seemed to be like him, though without the insanity.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 22, 2010 4:09:58 GMT 8
The flames etched in her mind from the desert and her father were always present, always burning in her. Never would she forget home; never would she forget the life she had. Abhorred was she at the light, airy scenery of the lavender flowers and lush grasses. They rotted in her presence, showing the death that she was bringing to them. Maybe she was a little obsessed; maybe it was her training. Either way, there was no panacea for what the had brought to Vandin or what they would leave in the place. The triumph that she had felt when she left Inferno Plains was dilute at the moment. No emotion crossed her. It wouldn't dare to.
Candra saw realization upon his features, something she rarely saw in their kind. They rarely understood any fact without pain or suffering involved. As she looked into his onyx eyes, she smirked. The was a weakness of unknowing in them, but today wasn't a day to fight. There were other things on the agenda. Both ivory, the hue of purity, and ebony, the hue of complete and utter darkness were both upon him. The fae glanced at his fangs, saber toothed, much like Corus. Candra knew that there was never going to be an exact replica of the true king of all. There would be those that came close though. Finally, the words, like a flowing river drifted off of her lips. "Candra," she stated, her piercing cold eyes keeping direct contact. Recently, nature had been cavorted, in a sense. Everyone was so glad for the death of a great leader and warrior. Shame was all she felt, that she could not end the lives of more of those wretched creatures! They were the opposite of her. Some were extroverted, some introverted. Some were stuck up, some were modest. Candra assured herself that they were all the same though, no matter who they were.
"You know me," she said. It wasn't a question, nor was it intended to be. "I am the daughter of Exile and Temia, and you are the son of Corus and Armada," she said, still keeping that well controlled contorted smirk. They had all become prosaic, and the lands that she roamed freely in at one time had nothing to offer her, unless she were to take over. The strident actions of which she committed were no shame to her. That was what Candra wanted. Power, not seized, pure power.
After leaving with Medarmeth, she had been ostracized by her herd. It was interesting why she would have even been attracted to such a weak stag. It was a decision of careless stupidity. Another fault would not be made. They would rise to power. Blade, the one she absolutely hated, was now dead. There were endless possibilities for the land of Misty Mountains. Kings had died from battle, and someone had to take over. Why not her?
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Post by Epona on Oct 24, 2010 1:34:42 GMT 8
A silent snarl settled on his face as he watched her, hearing her name and the names of her mother and father. Yes, they had to have met before, when they were younger of course. Perhaps, considering their strong bloodlines, they could both come to power together. The idea sounded almost like a fantasy, too good to be true. Two great hellions, ruling side by side. The possibilities were endless and Trainwreck knew it. Now, he realized, he only needed to get her on his side. "Where do you reside, Candra?" he asked, his onyx gaze settling on her. To any other mare it would have been a very unsettling thing, having his empty, emotionless eyes resting on them so intently. But he knew for Candra it would be as simple as looking at any other equine.
ooc ;; i have writer's block...sorry =/
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Post by otho on Oct 24, 2010 1:49:38 GMT 8
Dominique-Aime
The little black filly walked through Vandin Place, her blood-red eyes roving over the trees, her mane and tail flaming quietly. Now wasn't a time to be loud. Not that she ever was anyways, but it was particularly important this time. The lands whispered of a dark horse returning, and she wished to see who it was that had made fear enter the lands in such force. Not Exile, for he was still planning, he was still building and working. He had forethought, and his mind matched that of Dominque-Aime's mother, Jeu De'sprea.
Carefully she picked her way towards two distant figures, trying to keep the flames that wrapped her form in dark fire from being too bright. One she recognized almost immediately as Candra, the one who would be queen of Misty Mountains, from what the young filly had gathered. The other though... She did not know by name, nor by looks. Still, he seemed to be full hellion, or at least half.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 24, 2010 1:58:40 GMT 8
The fae was rather angry about the fact that she was no longer welcome in the mountains. Of course, she wouldn't be. Candra had been a prime attendant at the meeting to kill the king. Dominance could come to her once more of those other power hungry bastards were taken out. Hunger had set in a few days ago, but pain kept her distracted in her playful misery. She loved the pain that she caused to herself, by piercing herself with sharp objects of nature. The more crimson that flowed from her veins, the more true form of pleasure she subjected herself to.
Candra laughed flatly as he asked her where she resided. What was home? There was none for the mighty; everywhere was their home, and nowhere was their home. They were there one moment and gone the next. Slowly, if they moved on from their favorite places of the world, they could conquer more. "Nowhere," she replied in a monotone. "None keeps my interest; they all either have things that lose my interest or disgusting kings and queens," she said, referring to the normalcy of them and their heirs. One day, they wouldn't be left. Only the greater race would be left.
The princess heard the approaching of beating daggers upon the earth. Who would dare to interrupt them? Only a pure blood would not be murdered by the true queen of all, and then again, she possibly would. It was the daughter of one of Corus' mares, Jeu De'sprea. Candra had taken the time to know the names of all the faes of Inferno Plains and any foals they had that would be a threat to her. "Dominque-Aime," the hellion fae hissed, walking up to her. Since they had seen each other, the newborn had grown into a filly. Candra had grown into a beautiful fae. There wasn't even a comparison.
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Post by Epona on Oct 24, 2010 2:12:04 GMT 8
As he watched her, he almost felt...bored. She was not keeping his interest in any way, nor did it seem as if she were trying. Trainwreck blinked a few times and then snorted, not feeling the need to respond. A new scent was on the winds and Candra was already on her way to investigate. As he approached the two mares, he snorted. She held the resemblance of Jeu De'Sprea, a mare that had been in his father's herd. Had she been born when he was still there? There was no possible way, for he was far more grown than she. Then again, his hellion blood also doubled his size and growing rate. "Were you spying on us?" he asked, his voice a low hiss as he stepped closer to her.
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Post by otho on Oct 24, 2010 2:19:56 GMT 8
Dominique-Aime
"Candra. I see then that I'm not the only one here, as I had first thought. Intriguing. However, I don't believe I know you, stag. Since you've just heard my name from Candra though, I doubt I have to introduce myself." she said carefully, looking to the older femme with interest. Though the one of Exile and Temia was older, but Dominique-Aime had learned quickly, having inherited her mother's sharp skills, wit, and talent for knowing things. There were few that matched the filly in her abilities. her hellion father, of course, had passed on the want of blood. The want of power.
"I take it though that you are of pure hellion blood, stallion, or Candra wouldn't speak with you except to insult you." she added as an afterthought, rolling her eyes at the other fae. "Habit of hers I'm afraid. Completely and totally pointless, since the common horses are an excellent source of information currently. Better to keep to their side so long as you're able to find out useful things from them and not just go off and threaten them all the time."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 24, 2010 2:58:13 GMT 8
Candra wanted so badly the rip the filly from the throat and end her pitiful existence right then. Now, she was an adult, a beautiful fae, worthy of being the queen of any territory. "You," she hissed, standing like granite in front of her. "Don't have your parents to protect you anymore," she said softly, implying a threat to the small fae. Candra had grown to be twenty two hands tall, and this was nothing to her. The ebony, crimson, and ivory princess hadn't ever gotten along with mares anyways.
Now that the brood mare's daughter had come in, the hellion felt as if her time was wasted here. If Trainwreck wished to speak with her, he was weaker than she had previously believed. Maybe, the young daughter of Corus - and sister of the stag she was speaking to should go off with some stupid stag like those stupid kings of Snowy River Forest and Ciera. Just as her father, Candra had a slick tongue, and she wasn't hesitant to fire off at someone, no matter who they were.
"That's what spies are for," she snarled. "You'd be perfect for the position of spy in my herd, maybe slave if you displease me," she murmured, not expecting the fae to join the herd that she would someday rule over. Someday, the world be falling at her knees, begging her simply not to kill them. No mercy would be shown though; no ease would be shown on their pathetic bloodlines.
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Post by Epona on Oct 24, 2010 22:21:32 GMT 8
Trainwreck's skin crawled slightly as he was put in between the two bickering mares. It was stupid and pointless that they stood and argued as they were. Why not just kill each other; would that not solve the endless problem that seemed to be present here? The stallion snorted, looking down on the two mares. "Trainwreck," he said simply in reply to Dominique-Aime. It was a short answer, clipped tone, showing just how irritated he was with these stupid mares and their pointless arguing. They were both powerful, could they not work together in some way to get what they wanted?
"I am the son of Corus and Armada," His head was raised and his black eyes bore emotionlessly in to Dominique and then he looked to Candra, wondering what her next actions would be. Together, they could rule the world and free it of all that were unworthy of their presence; which would pretty much be all of those pathetic normal horses. Only the strong, and the evil, survive. And Trainwreck was pure evil. Some might say that Shattered was so pure and good because Trainwreck had stolen all of the darkness from her while they were in the womb. This was probably true, for the stallion was power hungry and was most likely that way even before birth. He was his sister, though, and she was a pure hellion, however she may act. Trainwreck would never harm his only sister, and if it came down to it, he would protect her at all costs.
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Post by otho on Oct 25, 2010 1:04:05 GMT 8
Dominique-Aime
"Since when have I needed the protection of my parents? My father died, never paying attention to me. My mother trained me to fight. After that, I picked up what I know now on my own. I need no one's protection. You underestimate me, and Armada." She shrugged a bit, looking nonchalantly at the older one. "And no one is without their sources of information. If there are no spies, then how would you gain the information you would wish? If there are none willing to speak to the spies, then you can know nothing. So I'd ask you to stop killing so many of the wanderers! They have very useful things to say and I cannot be going about every single land to figure out what I need to!" said she, snapping at the older fae angrily, tossing her black head as flames shot from her for a second, before wrapping around her again. "Stop it or I will hunt you down. And no matter how high and mighty you act, you don't want to mess with me. To hell with being younger than you. I don't bloody well care!"
Finished speaking to the many colored fae, she looked to Trainwreck, looking completely normal again. "I'm the daughter of Corus and Jeu De'sprea, though I only met our father once. I'm currently helping my mother to gather information on the various members of the lands. But what, may I ask, are you doing here now?"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 25, 2010 5:10:17 GMT 8
Candra rolled her icy eyes at the hellion fae, not wanting to fight with her anyways. It wasn't exactly her style to fight with immature fillies. "Whatever," she muttered, just wanting to get herself out into the world more. They would dominate, even if she had to act civil around that filthy excuse for a hellion. It wasn't like Candra was going to listen to anything the filly said anyways. She was a princess, and she would kill as many wanderers as she wanted. Little did, Dominique know, there were more sources of information in the world than just horse spies. There were many more.
The fae understood that the hellion kind needed to stand strong, so perhaps them fighting on the same team would help her to endure the annoying fae's antics. "Maybe an alliance would suit us both - so I won't be tempted to...," she smiled malevolently as she implied what he actions would possibly be. Candra wasn't one to eliminate the hellion race, yet other faes irked her for some reason. It was that drive to rule over all, that tasteful desire for the fight, for the blood to be trickling upon her tongue. Fantasizing wasn't enough though; she would soon do her favorite hobby - killing.
With interest, Candra let her ebony, ivory, and crimson flames hit the floor, making them seep up a tree. The multicolored fire danced for a few minutes in all of its color before turning to the orange hue of weakness. It seemed as some hellions could only make a single hue of flames, whether it was orange or not - prime example of Dominique Aime. The wrath of Candra was just beginning, for the time of her parents had come to a peak. It would stay there forever.
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Post by otho on Oct 25, 2010 10:11:52 GMT 8
(Dominique-Aime's flames are pure black. No orange, Phantom.)
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