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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 11:51:32 GMT 8
A morbid hunger for blood Lies in their cold black eyes They've come to take our lives away
Rippling muscles from under a shining pelt galloped to these lands of love. She considered herself black, the hue of blackness, darkness, night. Flames of crimson were laced upon her strong, well muscled pillars and boa. The whipcord that she possessed was filled with dark flames, adding a look of even more malevolence to her appearance. Her orbs were the color of the sun, the hue that many wolves had..yellow. No pupils sit in the center, just the color of sun. Many fear her because of this...it is a blessing.
This is a sick place she thought, pawing the ground. Love is not what I desire; I desire one with power, I MUST have one with power she thought ferociously. Mabaya would personally kill the stag that approached her and was not of her kind. She looked around, disgusted. Almost, she wanted to go over there and tell them to get our of her sight, but then they would say something stupid and anger her even more.
The hellion fae sighed. Sometimes things never worked as planned; there were too many that disgusted her like Ashton. The only reason she sided with him in the war was because she was intelligent enough to realize the Corus would fail. His insanity was too immense. Mabaya snarled to herself, about to leave. This was infuriating. Was there no hellion in these lands that would please her?! All of them were weak, like her former herd. They would die like they did if they dared to lay a hand on her.
One by one they died A massacre that took all night They had no chance, it was no fight You can't kill what's been killed before They died, died, died OOC: Lyrics by Within Temptation from The Gatekeeper
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Post by erosaf on Aug 23, 2010 11:58:02 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.
Sensing the darkness about her, he decided that his games were not needed this time. "Greetings, fae."
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 12:20:28 GMT 8
Her nares flared, as she lifted her crown to the sky for a brief second. Another hellion....and it's a stag she thought, her interest slightly growing. Hope he's not another in personality like Ashton she said, disgust crossing her features at once. Mabaya couldn't see him yet, but he was coming closer, closer to her. The hellion turned to his direction, sneering slightly, hoping this wasn't another hoax of a hellion. Ah, this is him she thought, snickering to herself. A deep, gory hue of crimson he was; it was enlightening to her orbs. His whipcord full of fire, like hers. He doesn't have a chance she thought, flicking her whipcord instinctively. So, a greeting was mandatory these days? Hmm. Things must be different. Back where she came from, stags would drag faes away, by their necks, even if they didn't fight. Blood lust was something that was common in her blood. Mabaya was glad that this one wasn't trying anything though. Even though he was large, strong, strong enough, she believed to kill anything or anyone that harassed her.
"Greetings, stag," she said, her expression blank, emotionless. Love was not something that she would ever express either. The need to kill within her was strong now, mostly because she was in heat. Surely, this stag would pick that up...if he wasn't stupid like the rest. Looking from the expression plastered upon his features, one wouldn't be able to tell. It was one of unknowing and assuming...it was a trait that most stags nowadays shared.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 23, 2010 12:25:52 GMT 8
He reached her and was instantly aware of the scent she gave off. In heat, she was, but that was something he was not interested in. Sure he was a forcer, but from the way she stood, he knew that to do so would be folly. All of these realizations showed in his dark face.
"I am Flaming Blade of Hell, though most call me Blade. To my enemies though I am the Hell Raiser."
He smirked though. He was being to the point really. he wanted to give her the chance to come with him freely, like he had his hellion Queen.
"Who might you be?"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 12:41:57 GMT 8
The storm hued fae stood her ground, in case he tried something sneaky still. Her harks laid back as she bared her ivories, ready to fight him if she had to. But, no. That would not happen today as she saw the knowing circling within his orbs. There would not be blood loss in Alaknanda this day, no matter how much she wished for there to be. Blade? she thought, shaking her head in disgust. What kind of name is that? she said, stepping forward.
A decision was brewing in her mind: whether to go or whether to fight. If she went with him, she would be his queen, no matter the circumstance. She would die if she had to. Sacrificing lives for her own pleasure was something she found quite fun, but it she didn't have to kill his queen, she wouldn't. So sure in herself, she finally decided to speak to him further. "Mabaya," she said blankly, moving freely around him, the mid day sun glistening on her pelt of storm.
Blade...would have to prove his worth. What kind of stallion was he that he did not try to impress his obviously best mare. Mabaya scoffed at him, turning away slightly, her sun hued orbs still locking on to his. Snickering to herself, she sipped some liquid from the river, paying no attention to the stag behind her. The fae raised her crown, still looking to him, for the next words or the next actions. If he made a mistake with either of those, it could get quite bad for him.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 23, 2010 12:50:16 GMT 8
he chuckled as he watched her for a moment more. "You likely know why i came this way, Mabaya. To gain more pure hellion mares for my herd and army. I plan to take over the entire world, and I know more than some about such a hazardous plan. Many know of my plans, well those who know being in on it and helping me, whether it is my slaves who I force to carry foals, or my Queen who helps keep my homeland, Misty Mountains in check while I am gone."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 13:08:05 GMT 8
Taking over the world did sound like a long term hobby, but he was suited for it. "Taking over the world: every hellion's dream," she mused, her lyrical alto tone making the words flow. The only thing they lacked still was emotion. Sure, this stag was powerful; he didn't exactly seem that smart to her though. They wouldn't be so hazardous if he'd thought them out she thought to herself, rolling her eyes and moving away from him again.
Anger coursed though her veins as he spoke of his queen. That piece of scum fae is nothing like me! she though with immense rage. Mabaya's whipcord flared up, encasing her in flames as she moved back to him. "Your what-" she said, asking at the same time as she brought herself back down. Even with the anger that flowed upon her and made her want to kill him and his precious little dirt queen, no emotion was shown. "Probably a piece of scum," she mumbled so that he wouldn't possibly be able to hear her.
The plans that Mabaya were making in her mind were finally coming together; this queen would perish. Malice crossed her orbs as she thought of the death of his queen. Her screams of terror would be able to be heard for miles. "Of course, I know why you came here. To find others like yourself," she said, hoping that he would pick up on her insult. "I'm done with you, stag," she said, beginning to trot off.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 23, 2010 13:14:00 GMT 8
He snorted and leapt after her, stopping here before she'd moved too far. "I have thought everything through, and those... hazards I have managed to find ways to deal with. They won't get in my way this time. Unlike the way they did with Corus."
"Beleive me, I am not going to make his mistakes. NO one will eb able to stop me, when I have already gotten more than one ally on my side, and my hellion army is growing."
He did not touch her, though he knew that she likely expected him to. He would not give her what she wanted. Not now.... not ever if she was not to be his.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 13:32:33 GMT 8
The fae snorted, knowing he would dare to touch her if he wanted to live. Murder she had committed on a whole army of good hellions, pure and impure. One simple little stag would be nothing to her. Killing was in her blood, in her mind today. She wanted it, desired it, needed it. "The only thing that is leading to the demise of Corus is his insanity," she said, rolling her eyes at him again. "At least he chose a queen with pure bloodlines AND pure evil running through their veins," she said with a smirk. "Unlike you and your piece of scum," she said, moving to the center of the circle she seemed to be following. Mabaya hated the feel of these grounds, how mushy and soft it was in the spring. She longed for rock or sand, none of this useless mush. The storm hued fae gave a threatening look back to Blade. Stopping in the center again, she eyeballed him. Pawing the ground again, she decided that she would go with him under the one condition that she wanted. Stupid stag, I could even kill him if I pleased she thought, memories of her brutal training coming back into mind. A smirk pursed her maw as she thought of those glorious days. After what she said to him, he would surely hurt her. His demise would be even more pathetic that Corus'.
Weak, weak, weak. He was so weak and pathetic to her. Having his foal would be a misery. She laughed malevolently; it would probably still be a sort of powerful foal though since she was the mother. With the expert's training, it would be a great one in battle. Because of it's father, it would be weak in some areas though. Intelligence would be one.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 23, 2010 13:59:35 GMT 8
"She is a pure hellion, and she is as evil in thought as you seem to be," he snarled back at her. He could handle this fairly well. His eyes did not falter from her, and he gave no reaction to the threatening gaze she laid on him. Sure such words angered him, but he could control himself better than she thought he could.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 23, 2010 14:15:06 GMT 8
Such disgust rose in her from the pit of her stomach to the end of her whipcord which flared as she compared Mabaya to that pathetic queen that he called his own. "Whatever," she said, planning to ignore everything else he said. Sure, she was angry, probably angrier than him. The hellion fae had a reason to; no one compared her to such scum. Ever. It would be clear to him soon that she was better when he couldn't have her. She was just about finished here, ready to move on to the next stallion that thought he was good enough for her.
Every time she tried to leave, something drew her back again. Was it the world domination part of his plot? The fact that it would fail, just at the one before him did? Mabaya had not the slightest clue, nor would she stick around to find out. His appearance attracted her in every way, mostly because he was a pure hellion. Not many evil stallions roamed anymore, but she would help to bring them back. His personality appealed to her too. Too bad that wench was in the way.
Maybe she would find a stag that would actually have respect for her and let her rule with them. Defeat was not something she easily accepted. Being just as tall as the stag, she knew what would be next. He would force her to come with him...or at least try to. Mabaya sighed. It was all too complicated.
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Post by otho on Aug 26, 2010 1:45:47 GMT 8
Heart of Gold
I looked around, flicking my tail back and forth, my golden flames flying around me, though they touched nothing but air. "Hey there, Blade, is it? No luck with her huh? Too bad for you, but that means that I can still ask her if she'd like to come with me." said I, laughing a bit. "Greetings, I'm Heart of Gold, or Gold. Either one, both or anything you come up with of the top of your head works fine for me." I continued, looking to the fae. Bloodlust was something I was familiar enough with, but never something I had used, since it was dimmed by the desert horses I had been raised with. On occasion I had come close to it, in desert raids, but never had I experienced it.
"Well, as I said, I'm Heart of Gold, of the Gemdas mountain range, but if Jegathema is correct, that land will soon be without a king, since he's elderly and dying already." I shrugged, knowing that he was probably right. I cared, but there were things to be done besides being sad. His mares would be worse off than I was, and I wouldn't really be affected by it at all. In fact, I could probably claim the Gemdas after Jegath died...
"Care to tell me your name, or am I doomed to have to make one up for you?"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 26, 2010 4:23:20 GMT 8
Mayaba snarled at Blade, smelling the scent of another in the lands. Pure hellion he was and much more attractive to her than Blade. Perhaps, he would know how to treat a fae with respect and give her the life of hatred that she wanted. Maybe he would be like Ashton. Only time would tell. If they both had rulers beside them, she would simply find another. World Domination was overrated and hoped that this stag didn't have the unintelligent plan of that. It was true that Mabaya did have emotions, but only would she show them to those that appealed to her.
It was obvious that this stag wasn't as conceited as Blade either. Why wasn't she like Blade? Weren't all hell horses supposed to be conceited? They were killers too, but the only ones she had killed were ones with the same type of personality as Blade. This thoroughly confused her. Still, she would play her game of not caring, not feeling even if she did spectacularly much for a hellion.
"Greetings, Gold," she said without emotion, watching flames dance across his whipcord. "Mabaya," she said simply to him, ignoring the fact that he might claim the Gemdas. It was quite a good land, but it was right next to Blade's. He would surely try to steal her if she went. Fear that she had never felt before crossed her mind, but she showed no disturbance.
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Post by otho on Aug 26, 2010 6:44:27 GMT 8
Heart of Gold
"Mabaya..." I said quietly. It was an interesting name, one that some of the desert would scoff at, for we always gave our young names with meaning, such as my own, or my foster brother's, Niagra. "I see. Well, shall I tell you about myself, or would you like to tell me of you? Or would you rather not know a thing, and leave me equally in the dark so that we're on level ground?" I said, smiling a bit. I was glad that she hadn't reacted as some would to me. Most of my kind, as well as others would either run or attempt to snap my neck. I hated it when they did that! And yet, for some reason the hellion fae who tried biting me didn't seem to realize why exactly I was annoyed by her attempt to kill me.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 26, 2010 7:11:48 GMT 8
Mabaya was intrigued with this stallion, even though they were opposites in nearly every category. His name suggested kindness, but hers meant evil in Swahili. It was an ancient African language that hellions were named in where she lived last. Was she insane? Why was she speaking to a hellion of his type? This can't be happening to me! I can't be....good she thought, her orbs suddenly blazing with fear.
The storm colored hellion regained herself and looked back to Gold. "Sure...that would be fine...go ahead and speak...of yourself," she said slowly regaining herself. Inside, she was freaking out. She had been raised for evil, her name even meant it. The bloodlust is still present, I am the same as always she thought, calming herself easily.
A mockery she would be if she ever told anyone of this feeling inside of her. No one would have seen it other than the stallion in front of her. If he wasn't smart, even he wouldn't have noticed the fear of realization in her orbs. No, she would have to go with Blade, for her reputation to gain as a hellion. The quality of life was what truly mattered to her though. Am I so blind that I didn't see this in myself before? she thought before she turned her slightly calmer orbs back to Gold and then to Blade.
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