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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 1, 2010 15:10:05 GMT 8
ooc : Ok, Shes grown up now. I posted her bio in the 'Growing Up' board, so yeah.
Her brown bodice trembled as she stood beside the Alaknanda River. She finally had the joy, or sorrow of being a mare that had a right to be here. A mare, all grown up, that was searching for the stallion of her dreams. Before, she had thought it was Sympathy, but she was wrong. Unfortunately, he was already taken, no matter how she had loved him.
The wind played with her black locks of hair as she stood. Allowing the cold to prick at her. She felt a shiver and she shook herself, standing tall. Her head was held high, her unique purple eyes looking forward. She heard the trees whisper her name as she started to move forwards.
Her delicate listeners flickered but darted backwards as a fly flew towards her, bothering the peace she had collected, ruining it in a moment. She screamed at the fly, flicking her whipcord at it furiously. She seemed like something an angel had created, yet that was far from it. She had been created by The Grim Reaper, lord of death.
She knew his eyes had watched her from the very start, intrigued by her. She held on to the things she loved, Sympathy, had been one of them. But she had lost him to that mare, Ceelena and their pitiful child, Illusion. How she despised them, how she was oh-so jealous of what they had, what she wanted most of all.
She had thought about following The Grim Reaper, stalking him. Until she could confront him, until he could tell her what to do next. But she wouldn't do that, he could just.. Disappear. Without a trace, she suspected that he was somewhere around where the beast, Corus was. Yet she didn't dare go near Inferno Plains, where Corus resided. It would be the end of her for sure.
The fly lay at her feet, unmoving. Her tail had smashed against the small body as it moved at full throttle towards her, what a mistake that had been. Her purple eyes looked at the small, dead creature with no remorse. It had been its own fault, it had dared annoy her.
Only perhaps she ,and a few others, knew of what lurked inside her. The La'ru, the guardian of the wind, which took the form of a pale-white Haast Eagle with blood red eyes. The Grim Reaper, her creator had told her that Thowra, king of the wind had cursed her with it. She had believed the lie at first, but now she was beginning not to do so, as Thowra had denied it over and over.
Her tall legs took her past the fly, towards the river. All attention was focused upon the river, not even thinking of the creature she had just murdered. She lowered her skull, drinking in the liquid, quenching her thirst. Her eyes darted upwards as she saw two figures on the other side of the river, staring at her.
Her head shot up, as the figures came in to focus. It was Corus and The Grim Reaper, dark smiles printed across their faces. She saw The Grim pick up his scythe, cutting the air in one swipe. They began to move slowly towards her.
She turned and fled. Her hooves trampled to body of the fly, squishing it into the dirt floor. If you listened well enough, you could hear the crunch of the skin of its body tearing apart, all its insides mixing with the ground, some stuck to the top of her hoof.
She weaved hurriedly, snapping the thin twigs of branches as she cantered through the forest. Her breathing grew, as her eyes looked back and saw only foliage behind her. Leaving the sound of rushing water of the river behind, as well as the two figures.
Soon she stopped, trying to calm herself, trying to block out the sound of her breathing. She looked around, alert. What was happening? Where were the two figures. She sighed finally after moments, knowing she was alone. But the two had shocked her for sure. She had learnt to stay away from them, far away. She made no noise, she just listened.
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Post by erosaf on Jun 1, 2010 15:32:12 GMT 8
Arthas The black Shire trotted through the woods, ignoring any mare who dared to even think about looking in his direction with lustful eyes. Though he was no hellion, there was a dark side to him that yearned to wreak havoc upon those who deserved it from him. He cared not for love, it was a thing that he did not know.
Knowing that there was nothing that he feared was something that surprised many. None could escape him once they were brought to his forest home. And yet none would he take there unless there was something worthy about them.
Hearing the thud of hooves running from something, the black stallion paused, listening and taking in the scent as it moved without knowing in his direction. He waited just out of sight to see a rather pretty mare, maybe just left her father's herd, galloping from something in terror.
He kept a watch over the mare, moving in a parallel track to hers. Never letting her be aware of the stallion who watched her. She was worthy of his claiming. That was something that was certain. When she stopped to catch her breath, he hid out of sight once more.
She did not move from there, so he moved out to where she stood. "Greetings fae. From where does one as pretty as yourself come?"
Sure he was a forcer but he played his game so well that no mare knew until it was ever too late for them.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 1, 2010 15:52:17 GMT 8
She moved instantly, shying away from the large stallion. Her voice spread no answer, only a question. She hated stags that just.. Appeared. They were oh-so annoying. Her purple eyes were laid upon his black coat, as she took her steps away, part of the fly found itself marked where she had stood.
"Who do you, think you are? Some royal?"
She had a feeling that she still wasn't safe. She figured, she would only feel safe around Sympathy, the stag of her dreams. Her black tail swished once, as her eyes fixed back on the dead creature. Imbecile. She commented in her head.
Her brown bodice then stood form. Her unique purple eyes returning to the stag, taking in his fine features. She could tell already he was one of the darks. It was so obvious by the way they moved. He moved like someone you could be afraid of.
She snorted, ready to move in a instant as she suddenly heard his hooves pounding against the floor, the clapping of his feet behind him. It was them, The Grim and Corus of course. Her eyes moved to where she knew they would appear.
And then there they were. Corus standing proud, The Grim using his scythe for a walking stick. She heard their words and actually shivered. "Finally found you, filly." It was Corus who spoke, The Grim just wore a over-eager look for havoc.
She turned and ran again, moving faster than she appeared to. She noted they had taken their time to appear, already seeing she was accompanied by another stag. She suddenly stumbled, and grunted as she fell. She landed perfectly however, unscathed, unhurt. She got up as instantly as she fell and she was on her way again.
"I don't want to chase her all day." The Grim complained. If he had eyes, they would probably be rolling in frustration. Corus nodded, his head finally turning to see Arthas. A smirk just appeared on his face. "How about we make a deal, Arthas? You can have you petty mare, Falesha back. In exchange for an alliance, and we wont even go after that pretty fae. How about it?"
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Post by erosaf on Jun 1, 2010 16:03:08 GMT 8
Arthas The shire horse snorted as others came up, frightening away the mare that he had wanted. Anger shook his massive frame, but he was not one to fight with a hellion horse. They were scum to him, but not worth his attention or energy. he sighed as he thought about what the human like creature said.
"I don't know who you are or what you want with that mare that I was talking with, but you've done your damage to me, by taking my mare. You dont know what she made me feel, and no the feeling is lost to me as well once more."
He sighed as he thought some more. Whoever this human was, he was an idiot to try and bargain with him. "An alliance i will accept, but that mare you frightened off I will have. Though I do believe that there is already an alliance with you, seeing as Thowra controls my home land though it is not his own."
The black stallion was not an idiot and he knew that. "Only a fool would realise that he is a worthless ally to have you seem smarter though, so I will accept."
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 1, 2010 16:19:09 GMT 8
Corus knew that some stallions could not be trusted, as they had already made their allegiance to another stag. He rolled his eyes, How dumb do they think I am? He wondered. He turned, listening to the stags words.
He nodded his head, as the alliance was made. He shot a glare at The Grim Reaper, as he used the trees to sharpen his scythe, as he cut in to trees randomly. "You know Grim. You really are stupid." He said trotting off.
The Grim's mouth hung open, and closed angrily. He swore at Corus, grabbing his scythe and running after him hurriedly. He said words that any normal horse wouldn't be able to understand. He grew angrier as Corus quickened his pace, but this was just one of the things they normally did.
Quiet Whisper breathed slowly. She picked her way through the long grass. White, leaf-less trees surrounded her, making a quick escape nearly impossible. She sighed, standing still, and listening. She heard the rushing of water, noting the river was somewhere nearby, and the birds singing, above her.
She wondered if anyone was following her. She moved off at a steady trot, scenting grass nearby, as she trod on dirt which was quickly making its way to mud, as the river seemed to expand every year. She lowered her head, nibbling at the grass and then finally eating it.
She raised her head, looking around. She was completely surrounded by trees. It was like she was in a maze now. Trees stood in front, and at her sides. She could only go back, yet she decided she was safe in this maze, as many unsuspecting victims did.
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Post by erosaf on Jun 1, 2010 16:47:33 GMT 8
Arthas He snorted and took off on the direction of the mare that he had been oh so interested in. Now i would ave to find her all over again. Not that it was going to be any more difficult.
I catered in the direction that young mare went, finding her easily.
"There you are!"
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 1, 2010 17:09:32 GMT 8
She turned around, her head raised, a mouth-full of grass still in her mouth. Her purple eyes staring at the large black stag before her. She found herself standing her ground, her ears flickered backwards. Her black tail swished and she took a step forwards.
"So, You like to stalk others?"
Her dark legs danced forwards. She wasn't about to get caught by him. She shook her head, as she stood in front of him. Her purple eyes stared dangerously at him. She knew she could release the La'ru at a moment's notice and he'd be down and done in seconds.
She wished Sympathy was here. She knew he would protect her, she wished that he loved her, like she loved him. Or maybe he did, but just didn't want to show it. Oh how she hated them all, at times. She held a ready stance, to fight, or to run.
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Post by erosaf on Jun 1, 2010 17:28:57 GMT 8
Thowra The creamy stag trotted through the river flats, nto really interested in claiming any mares. He was simply on one of his wanderings as was the case from time to time. Hearing the sounds of a disturbance though, a mare's voice that seemed filled with alarm, he turned his head in that direction.The scene that appeared was something he had not anticipated. He knew the young mare, but hadn't she changed...
"Quiet Whispher?" he asked in disbelief.
Arthas The black horse laughed once more. "Stalking people? No. I only come after someone if they've gained my interest in some way or another."
he ignored the appearence of the silver stallion. She was his, and the other was not going to get her that easily. Sure this silver horse was fast but he was no match for the might of Arthas.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 1, 2010 17:42:30 GMT 8
She, perhaps, was as shocked as Thowra was. She wanted to ask the stag what he was doing here, but the question was rhetorical. She then moved back, touching the trees' bark behind her. Her purple eyes flew from Thowra to the stag, wondering what would happen next, exactly.
Her ears flew back, as she heard the stag speak then. She moved forwards then, fury clearly painted on her face. "Go find interest in someone else then." She growled. She once again, wished Sympathy was here, but what would Thowra do?
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Post by erosaf on Jun 1, 2010 17:55:18 GMT 8
Thowra I looked from the other stallion to her and knew that he was annoying her.
"Need some help, Quiet Whispher?" I asked, my tone was always polite. The other horse knew my name and knew not to get on my bad side. If he dared, there woulf be trouble most certainly.
I was one who was dominant in his lands at the moment, and i could be very dark hearted if the need was there. But only in dire need would i turn to my darker side.
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Post by Epona on Jun 2, 2010 5:51:55 GMT 8
From a distance, Armada had watched the scene play out in front of her. This attractive filly with purple eyes had caught the attention of this arrogant stag who thought he was better than he truly was. Quiet Whisper had also caught the attention of her king, Corus, and the Grim. Armada snorted almost in jealousy. Why was Corus so interested in this brood mare?
Her curiosity took over and Armada trotted after the pretty filly.. Soon enough, the large, cumbersome stag had found her and so had a silver stallion. Oh, this was just too much. Armada stood in the shadows, her black coat allowing her to blend well but her white eyes would be a dead giveaway if one were looking well enough for her. She snorted slightly and watched, waiting for her precise moment to show herself. This filly had grabbed her curiosity, mainly because Corus had been interested in her, and she was not going anywhere until Armada found out why Corus wanted her.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jun 12, 2010 9:43:54 GMT 8
Her purple eyes seemed to darken. Why couldn't Thowra just leave me alone? Sure she was taking the path to believe in Thowra's words, but that belief could disappear oh-so easily with one slip-up from him.
"I dont need anyone's help."
Her tone was deadly, she just wanted them to fall at her feet. She shook her head. Her eyes suddenly turned a mix of all colors of purple, and then it appeared. The La'ru stood upon a tree branch above them. It took the shape of a Haast Eagle, it was huge. Those blood red eyes stared at them and it shook its white feathers, flying in to the sky.
They were in danger, she knew so. None could hide from the La'ru. No one could control its power, but she would in time. It circled the sky and then turned, diving to strike at Arthas, yet it disappeared before it attacked. She snorted in annoyance, and pawed the ground angrily.
Her thoughts wandered back to Sympathy. The handsome stag she had fallen in love with, yet she had no chance to snag. He was in love with that mare Ceelena, and they even had a daughter, Illusion. She wanted to crush the two, so that she and Sympathy could go off together. It would never happen though, only in her dreams.
The bay yearling stood with her head held high. She was trapped between those before her, and the trees behind her. Her eyes had returned to their usual purple coloring. She moved her left hind hoof backwards and then charged at them, surely they would move?
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Post by Epona on Jun 13, 2010 2:30:17 GMT 8
Armada watched, seeing a large eagle form on the branches above her as Quiet Whisper's eyes swirled with different shades of purple. The hellion mare stood, watching this filly before her charge at the males. Of course she was foolish, right? But perhaps she had a gift that Armada did not know of. As the black fae continued to charge, Armada stepped from the brush, her white eyes keen on Quiet Whisper, but changing back and forth from the stallions to the filly. She did not want this to end badly. Armada suddenly had a slightly motherly urge to guard the filly. Her white eyes glowed brighter as she spotted Arthas. Ah yes, they had come in contact once before. She snorted, idiot, she thought to herself.
Her gaze rested menacingly on Thowra. "Leave," she commanded, the demand aimed at both stallions that stood in Quiet Whisper's charging path. Armada feared none, for she was larger than all of them, of course. And the mare had the fact that she could not die engraved in her mind. Her gaze continued to stay locked on Thowra, silently willing him to leave. Of course she was not threatening him, or trying to make him leave this filly alone completely. Armada wanted to speak with Quiet Whisper, and find out why her mate had such an interest in her.
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Post by erosaf on Jun 13, 2010 6:16:16 GMT 8
Thowra I snorted as Arthas stepped out of Quiet Whispher's way at the same time as I did. We followed her though and I snorted when Armada addressed me. I knew who she was and i had not a shred of interest of a fight Corus.
"Your parden, Armada, but I shall not be going anywhere. We were talking first, I'm sure you understand?"
My voice was polite, I did not want to anger the queen of the horse who had granted me the leadership of the forest lands. That would have been very unwise of me.
The black horse though, I could see was eager for a fight and I nipped him angrily. "You shall not attack Armada while I stand here. You know as well as I do, that I am the leader of the forest lands."
The black horse snorted and his eyes rolled in his head at me. One day i would have to pay his herd a visit and claim one of the mares for myself. That way he would know not to pick a fight with me. It was the only way i could keep him in check.
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Post by Epona on Jun 14, 2010 12:23:45 GMT 8
Armada snorted as she listened to the silver stallion's words. "I have my own interests in this filly. Yours can wait." Her tone was menacing and she stepped towards Arthas and Thowra. No, she would not fight either of them, though she was itching to do so. Why were these stallions so interested in the bay filly with purple eyes? Armada did not care either way. Quiet Whisper was going to come with her before anyone else. And the queen would see to it, and do anything she needed to get it done properly.
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