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Post by erosaf on Aug 24, 2010 7:43:45 GMT 8
Volo The wings carrried the young hellion/ pegusas fae into the forest, dropping her by the river. She was exausted, the flight had been long, and many a stallion had tried to stop her from leaving. Too much dodging she had had to do, and that had tired her out too much.
She stood there for a moment, eating the new grass under her, but it was not long before her long, strong legs crumpled under her, unable to take her weight any longer.
The edges of her wings, her mane, tail and hooves were coated in flames. She sighed, knowing that she would be a rare sight indeed.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 24, 2010 7:53:31 GMT 8
The flapping of ebony wings slowed dramatically as he reached the place claiming. Only one he had in his small herd, and Fantasma had not yet decided upon who would be queen. One way or another, he would be king of a land. How wonderful and beautiful that would be. At the moment, his heart was set upon a land in the Secret Valley. First he had fell in love with it from fae above it, soaring. Any mares he would take and provide them with a happy and loving home. At any time the stallion of the land could return and fight him.
Fantasma landed, beginning to move out, in search of another for his herd already. His ebony pelt shone slightly, even in the late dusk. Beautiful streaks of orange and red illuminated the sky. What a wonderful evening it was. His orbs of blue searched for any that were of interest to him. They all were gorgeous to him, but one stood out to him today.
Ivory was the hue of her pelt, the exact opposite as his. The color ebony often represented darkness and evil, but his heart and mind were as pure as could be. Her beauty intoxicated him at once, drawing him in. "Greetings, fae," he said warmly. "My calling is Fantasma," he said, as he came closer.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 24, 2010 7:59:50 GMT 8
The orbs of brown opened once more as she heard the sound of wingbeats. Not another of her brothers, she horped, leaping to her feet and spreading her wings ready to take off again, should it be one of them. To her innate surprise it was a stag of black that stood so silently watching her. She smiled a little, relaxing and folding her flame and feather white wings. "Greetings," she said. ""I miust admit you surprised me, stallion." She smiled though, seeming to enjoy feeling the suns dying rays on her body. She knew that she was different to the normal pegusas who stood before her. He had no hint of hellion in him. Unlike her.'
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 24, 2010 11:02:30 GMT 8
Fantasma smiled slightly as she relaxed. He was of no threat to her, and he wanted her to know that she was safe with him. "Very sorry that I did; it was not my intention," he said softly. It only felt right to say that for taking her by such surprise. Her form was large, that of a Pegasus and Hellion. A different type of horse he was entirely, being an Alicorn. The stag watched as the flames danced across her feathery wings. Only a small hint of hellion was in his; it was not enough to notice though.
"May I ask of your name?" he asked. No more would he ask of her unless she wanted to tell him, for he knew that some had painful, terrible pasts that were not worth remembering. The now was what mattered. Fantasma's smile became slightly more as the day started to cool off, the winds picking up slightly. He wished for her accompaniment in his herd, but if she wished not to go, he wouldn't force her to.
She seemed sweet to him already, but she was wary still and perhaps shy. It seemed as if she didn't talk much but listen, much like himself. Fantasma looked to her warm, brown eyes. His looked cold sometimes, mostly because of color, but today he felt happy, with delight.
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Post by otho on Aug 24, 2010 11:14:10 GMT 8
Therthis
The black horse watched Fantasma and the white fae from beneath a willow tree, his dark horn softly shining. His wings were tucked against him, though he occasionally opened them to cool them off some. He hadn't been flying most of the day, instead wandering around Alaknanda, searching for a mare or two who would perhaps accept him as he was.
"Greetings," he said, finally moving forward. She was part hellion, obvious from her flames, but although he was half hellion himself, the black's flames would only show in certain circumstances. "I am Therthis. May I inquire as to your calling, fae?" Therthis asked, bowing to her. He was a forcer, yes, but he only did such things when a mare wished for a foal, and she couldn't find another to give her one.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 24, 2010 11:31:00 GMT 8
She was about to answer Fantasma's question when she saw the other winged horse appearing out of nowhere. She seemed to recognise that he had hellion blood, though it was much better hidden than her own was. She had no control over her flames at all. A thing that seriously annoyed her.
She tossed her head, regarding the two horses. They were both strong it seemed, but who was it that she was going to end up choosing?? They both seemed freindly and everything. A hellion/unicorn was not something she had seen before in her lifetime. But what was the first horse?
"I am Volo, a name which means Flight. Tell me about yourselves. I can see that you, Therthis are a cross between hellion and unicorn. But you Fantasma, I cannot tell." She smiled, knowing they would not be able to refuse when she asked so polietly.
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Post by otho on Aug 24, 2010 11:40:40 GMT 8
Therthis
The black grimaced, hating to tell about himself, especially when certain phrases would probably make her wary of him. Steeling himself, he replied. "I'm technically the beta of Inferno Plains, however, I'll be leaving with my queen very soon, heading for Red Sun. I'm considered a forcer by most, but..." he trailed off, considering how best to phrase it. "I did it a single time here, with the fae's permission. In fact, it was what she wanted, what she was desperate for. I never consider such things forcing. Her stag wouldn't give her what she wished for, so I did. And yet, I'm still known as a forcer." he shook his head a bit, then smiled.
"Coming with me is a two-edged blade. I can offer protection, but it subjects you to certain rules, which I cannot change. Namely, between Exile, a full hellion, and myself there is a pact, signed in blood at the gates of hell. We are old rivals, and so we invented this bond, and these rules, to rebuild ourselves.
First, Exile cannot harm anyone in my herd, or any lands in which I live, without his lands and herd suffering in the same way. Second, we cannot challenge each other till we both have three heirs. Third, when we do challenge each other, whomever wins, unless they are beaten by the other's queen, will gain the loser's herd, lands, and queen, to do with as they please."
The black looked to her, then laughed a bit. "If you'd like though, you could leave my herd just before the challenge is issued, which would save you even if I were to be defeated." then I silenced myself, allowing Fantasma his own part.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 24, 2010 11:49:27 GMT 8
Fantasma looked back to Therthis, the stag he had recently met. The ebony stag was beginning to have more trust in him, but there was still a slight lack thereof. So, he made a mistake? A small mistake would have been fine in his opinion, but he couldn't help but to think back to when he learned that the other stag was a forcer. "Hello, Therthis," he said, in friendly greeting to the other stag.
"It is nice to meet you Volo. That is quite a beautiful name," he said, her name rolling off his tongue quite easily. The stag smiled, deciding to tell her more. "I'm an Alicorn," he said, thinking of his family, which were all of winged horses with horns. "Hellion blood is something I have small quantities of, but it's not recognizable to most," he said, in an explanatory tone.
"As a young stag, I was selfish, even considered conceited by some. I was a prince, but I gave it up to live a more simple life of happiness and helping those that surround me. For a while, I lived on my own, not really going around other horses but passing a few on my way," he said speaking of his past nonchalantly.
"Right now, I'm trying to win the territory Faoi Thionchar. It's a truly beautiful sight that caught my eye while I was flying over it. I fell in love with it's beauty at once, wanting to dwell in no other territory. I hope to become the king of it. I have one mare only, the daughter of Kanchana and Cadifor. Although she is beautiful, I have not decided who my queen will be," he said softly. Fantasma would take his time, deciding on who would rule with him after a while. His choice would be smart, and the mare would have to be a good leader.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 24, 2010 19:40:24 GMT 8
She was about to reply when she heard the wingbeats above her in the sky. Glancing up she bared her teeth in anger. Winging their way down to them was a ware completely covered from head to toes in flames. She really was a strong hellion mare, pure as they got. She landed, smirking at me. Then two others landed, one a jet black unicorn cross unicorn the other also of the breeding I was. I sighed. "Blatt der Flammen, Freier Geist and Schnelles Herz, what brings you here?" I spoke the names in order of them appearing. "We followed you, Blatt der Flammen replied, tossing her fire head.
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Post by Saphira on Aug 24, 2010 20:17:31 GMT 8
Donovan The crimson-stained stallion snorted, flames licking around the sides of his body, running up his legs. The flames blazed with a vengeance, encouraged and tendered by the hate he sowed within him, burning all in his path. Ruby-coloured orbs flashed menacingly as he rolled his shoulders, each hoof laid upon the ground left a sooty mark. Not a soul who stood in his path was given mercy, not even a flock of baby birds who had happened to live in a nest on the ground.
Donovan was his name, this merciless stallion. He tossed his mane, eyes burning as he looked around this peaceful land, making an effort to dim his flames before the whole land went up in flames. He spat in disgust, shaking his mane. Back home, they never had to worry about this small thing. He was no hellion, though many thought he was. No… He was from a different breed altogether. Donovan, Prince of the Fire Horses of the Clan Irshak he was.
An aura of mystery and power surrounded this stallion, as he tossed his head up high, ruby-red eyes burning with unlimited power and strength. He had come here, to seek mares for his herd. He knew that many would come to find him, fascinated by his flaming-red pelt, tresses or flames and pillars with fire coiling around them like snakes. He, however, was very particular, for now at least. The first in his herd was to be a mare of pure hellion blood. He would accept nothing less.
An orange flicker caught his eye, and the fire and heat immediately drew him near, like insects to the light. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Four mares, one of them which captivated his eyes. She was pure hellion, with wings and tresses of flame, like his. Like those of his breed in his homeland. He had to know her.
Moving forward, his strides were confident, a slight hissing sound arising whenever his hooves touched the green grass. His neck was arched proudly, flames blazing, surrounding him with a cocoon of light and heat, making him look like he were emerging from a ball of fire.
He stopped.
“Greetings, stags, faes,” He said courteously, deep voice rumbling in his chest like a volcano about to explode. His voice was charged with raw power, begging to be unleashed. Though he greeted all the mares equally, he had his gaze only on one.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 25, 2010 2:50:28 GMT 8
Another stag? he thought, examining the one who came closer. He was most definitely a hellion, with flames encasing his legs and a hue of crimson. His interest here was probably the pure hellion fae that had just come down. The other one looked similar to the ivory fae that he wished to have in his herd. The black pegasus fae would be a nice addition, but he did not know how her personality was. "Greetings, faes," he said gently, looking to them. The hellion definitely would not want to go with him, but maybe the pegasus bred horses would. Fantasma had only heard their callings, but he did not know of them yet.
The three pegasus mares were the ones like he was looking for. The hellion had a look of cruelty about her that he could tell. The stag could have been wrong, but he didn't think he was. The pure hellion stag beside them would want her to go with him. He looked to the black pegasus that caught his eyes and smiled to her. Fantasma's light blue orbs shone to her, hoping she would come to the lands that he hoped to rule at. She was quite beautiful to Fantasma. Four faes were here now, all wanting a home of their own. Fantasma hoped to take at least one with him.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 6:39:07 GMT 8
"This is not the place for you three," Volo snorted. "I came here to seek a home of my own. You three are like annoying sheep who follow each other without question." She sighed, folding her white wings close to her sparkling white body.
"Someone had to come and knock some sense into you," Blatt der Flammen said, her firey maw moving with a dark tone to her voice. She tossed her head and a few errant sparks of fire hit a tree, not setting it a fire for long.
"That's why I came with you," Freier Geist said, touching the flames with her black horn and removing their burn from the tree only too easily. "Someone needs to keep a watch on your flames, sister."
Seeing the glare that came from her flame sister, Schnelles Herz, tossed her brown head, managing to calm both her sisters. "Youngest I may be but I came to keep the pair of you in check."
Volo rolled her eyes.
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Post by otho on Aug 25, 2010 8:53:59 GMT 8
Therthis
He sighed, flicking his tail. "Look, I don't mind you three coming, but honestly, let her make her own choices. I'd be willing to accept any of you into my home, but don't try to force your views on another." he said, shaking his head. To his mind, trying to force another to change was worse than "force breeding" -- as it was called by stags who never gave their mares what they wished for, and left it up to others to do it for them -- was. Completely ridiculous, not to mention pointless.
"No doubt Donovan here could teach you, Blatt der Flammen, how to control your fire. I would welcome any of you who would choose to come with me, especially you, Volo. However, I ask that you don't try to make the decision for another, for it would be an empty promise, at least to me." he sighed, then lifted his head, sending a few sparks out of his twisted black horn, into the trees, which began blossoming. Finally, four apples formed, causing the thin branches they were on to bend till they were nearly touching the ground.
"Do you like apples?"
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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 9:09:57 GMT 8
Volo smiled, easily snaking out her head and taking one of them. Blatt was the only one who was not interested in the apples. Then again she was a mean spirit and her three sisters knew that.
"Tell me, Therthis, where you are from," Volo said. Freier nodded as well, as she ate. She was interested in him as well, he seemed a bit like her.
The black fae added a question of her own. "How did you do that with your horn? I have never seen one do such things."
The youngest stayed quiet. None of these stallions seemed to catch her eyes.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 25, 2010 9:22:49 GMT 8
These three seemed to anger Volo slightly, the beautiful ivory fae that Fantasma was interested in the most. He watched as Therthis made four apples appear. Fantasma could offer them no tricks as fancy as the black stag. All he could offer to them was his love and adoration. The stag would see if at least one preferred the valley though. "I would accept all of you into my valley home too," he said softly. Therthis was much more charming than himself, but there were three; his chances were greater.
It would be the perfect life for anyone. "My home is a lush place, with plenty of grass. The water shines like crystals, and to the bottoms of it you can see. I would promise anyone that wishes to come protection and happiness. My queen has not been chosen," he said, smiling to the two that had not heard what he said before. They would each have a shot at being the queen. The one that seemed the most responsible and loving would be his queen.
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