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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 15:35:07 GMT 8
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
She pushed though the trees, the soft ripples of the flame on her mane flickered in and out of sight behind the green follige, and bits of smoke started to rise. Of course, she ignored it and continued on her way.
Eyes were drawn to her, the sassy hellion mare. But no one seemed brave enough to approach her. Stallions. She thought the word with disgust and snorted, halting beside the river and dipping her nose into it for a drink. Some idiot would be brave enough to approach, eventually, she would have fun when they did.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 15:45:53 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks.
The hooves carried the deceitfully handsome stallion through the river glades. He knew that there were going to be many who were interested in seeing if he would claim them. Few though were above the usual dirt that many were. It was those gems that he sort. Those gems would be the ones to carry his foals, anyone else would be purely a slave to him.
He moved through the glades, eyes watching for the alone, unsuspecting mare. Huge he was, and occasionally his hooves killed the unsuspecting rabbit emerging from its burrow. He cared not for the lowly animals. They were below his compassion.
Blood red his body was hued, with an attractive dappling to his sides. His mane and tail were white flames, a rarity in hellions.
Spotting the unexpected black mare, who seemed of hellion blood, with a flame red mane and tail, completely lit with flames he moved towards her. The game of deciet would be the first to happen, for now he'd seen her, she was his.
"Greetings, fae." Like any other, his voice was filled with a gentle, kindness. Like hell he was really kind, it was mainly a trap for him to lure them in.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 16:30:34 GMT 8
The fae span, the flicker of flame spreading around her face like a halo as she glared down the stag. "Greetings stallion," she spat, eyeing the tall hellion with distaste. There was a moment of silence, and she continued to glare with clouded eyes. All stallions are mence. All stallions should die. "Have you a reason for annoying me so?" she asked with a roll of her perfect eye.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 16:47:33 GMT 8
"A fool only would talk to me so," he replied. Evil was his nature and no one would hear anything else from him unless they learn to love him the way he was. OF course, no one of hellion blood could ever really love him. That would not be possible.
"Again I ask a question to you, where are you from and what is your name?" He chuckled darkly and replied, "I am Blade."
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 16:55:38 GMT 8
She snorted in amusement at his name. "Blade?" she asked and threw her head back with laughter. A hellion called Blade...what a girl. "Flame Dancer," she said with a roll of her eyes and snaked her neck out, nipping him harshly and dancing away from anything that might hit her in return. "And no one calls me an idiot."
She glared at him from where she stood. Where had she come from? Why the hell did he care! "Hell," she spat. "The deepest pit of hell."
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 16:59:45 GMT 8
"My full name is actually Flaming Blade of Hell. I would not think to mock me, Flame Dancer." He aimed a kick at her in annoyance. No one laughed at him and did not learn a lesson. He was not one to be mocked in such a way. "Some say I am the son of the devil, and that I was born in hell. A thing I agree about, as no one holds my interest for long." Not before he killed them anyway.
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 17:19:32 GMT 8
The mare easily dodged the kick with yet another roll of her dark eyes. "Really," she said, having never heard of this 'son of the devil'. "Well..if you must know," she said with a click of her teeth. "I am actually the daughter of the king himself," she said with a toss of her tail. "Well the old king...I killed him," she said simply.
She stared a circle around him, each stride bringing her slightly closer but still out of reach. "So you think your going to have me?" she purred "you think i'm going to join your herd?"
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 17:25:59 GMT 8
Took a lot of control for him not to lash out at her. She was taunting him. He rarely allowed that these days. That was something he could not stand at all these days. He was a warrior and nothing else. Love was something he did not really beleive in. He had once, as I foal, but not since his very first days. Son of the devil indeed he was. "I should think so. For now that I have laid my eyes on you, then yu are mine." With a grace and speed that would have looked cumbersome to most other stallions, he nipped her on the ear.
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 17:46:49 GMT 8
She squealed, hissing and spitting curses at him as she yanked her ear from his grasp. "Dont. You. Touch. Me!" she screeched, throwing herself to attacking him.
The red mane flared, showing her anger, as she streched her legs out to kick him. She had killed many stallion, attacked many and never let one free. They were all idiots! And this one, son of the devil, was the biggest of them all.
If he thought she would go with him, bare his foals and be faithful. He was bloody disounal. She reared, hooves failing and tried to land on him.
But in all this anger and power, lay a beauty. So beautiful she was, so graceful she moved, that many paused to watch her. Not just because she seemed to be loosing her mind, but something about her forced them to watch.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 17:54:27 GMT 8
He chuckled as she reared up to try and hurt him. Then he moved one foot, knocking her over easily. "I may want you to come with me, but did i say anything about what you would have to do once there?"
Darkness seemed to seep from him, filling the clearing around them. "I will hurt you again if you dare ridicule me, little mare." His voice was like death itself and if she had any sense, then she would not think to try and hurt him again. "I have killed many for lesser insults. Do not add yourself to that list."
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 18:06:03 GMT 8
She cried in disgust, thinking of herself being owned by a stallion. "I hate you," she spat. And it was true, she hated him, but nor could she love someone. Hate was a common feeling for her.
She landed neatly, refusing to fall to the ground at his feet. "Son of the devil," she hissed "what a joke!" She span on her hide hooves, galloping off quickly and gracefully. Others jumped from her path as the flaming forest was soon to follow. "Let him find me now," she muttered, wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 18:15:22 GMT 8
The flaming mare tried to run from him oh yes she did. Wasn't that something he had seen when he killed his father? Yes the mares of his father's herd had tried to flee, to escape him alive. None of them had.
Didn't take him long to catch the small mare and while running alongside her, bite down into her withers, holind her in one place. She could use the flames all she liked but they did not hurt him.
"I was not joking, little fae." He shook her roughly.
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 18:27:14 GMT 8
"Little!" she yelled at him "Since when have I been little!" She was 18hh, massive for a mare, and he was only a few hands taller. She shook herself, releasing herself from his grip and span to face him, not even panting yet. "You may force me to bare your foal, you may hurt me..." she growled "but I will never! Never be yours!"
She launched himself at her a final time, her teeth sinking in the soft fat about his crown and yanked him towards the ground. Granted, he was bigger. Granted he was stronger. Granted she didn't care.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 18:31:56 GMT 8
The hooves knocked her to the ground after he threw her off of him, he liked a fight and she was giving him one at the moment. How long would it take this smaller hellion to learn that force like this would not keep him from killing her indefinately?
He laughed though, looking at her, then turning his back on her. "A mare like you should know by now that those of hellion blood are honoured more if they did not struggle so much against me, in my herd. Those who do not, would be treated like a queen, which I am sure you would want."
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 18:41:44 GMT 8
"I am a queen!" she hissed, clambering quickly back onto her slight hooves. "Or don't you remember! I have the bloodlines of the crulest king hellions have ever had!" she glared at him, legs splayed slightly as she huffed for breath. It seemed, for the first time in her life, she had met her match. "It it honourable to fight, we are not a peaceful kind," she growled, glaring up at him from under her lids.
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