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Post by Corrupted Soul on Sept 25, 2010 17:35:02 GMT 8
Her almost-transparent white wings flapped once again, steadying the angel as she moved to land beside a lake. Her sea-blue eyes watching her kin conversing. She could smell the sweat and the fear, the confusion and the lust. To her, it was disgraceful. Such beings throwing themselves at one another.
Her body was a plastered white color, with darker shades running up her legs, and speckled on her muzzle. She flapped her wings once, before surrendering them to her sides. Turning her graceful head, she lowered it to the surface of the water, sucking in the liquid with ease. Flicking her tail once, she raised her skull, her eyes looking over the candidates who might take her to their lands.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 25, 2010 17:46:21 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 white mare witht he almost clear wings, 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 Corrupted Soul on Sept 25, 2010 17:50:48 GMT 8
"Greetings, stallion." She responded softly. She turned her eyes to meet his. They moved away, he was of no interest to her. Taking a step away, she pulled up a few shoots of grass before turning her attention back to the stallion, at least now, she was not alone. She knew what he wanted of her, and knew what would most likely happen. But maybe others would come along, she hoped so. Just meeting one stag, was so dull. She liked to converse with many.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 25, 2010 17:56:52 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks.
He smiled, looking her over. Such a pretty fae, sadly to say she would be naught but a slave to him. Perhaps a foal she might get, but she would have to beg if she wanted it to see a new dawn. He had no heart for half blooded hellion horses, nor the scum that had not even a drop of hellion blood. They were below him, and no one else would see him in another light.
She would learn eventually not to press him for things that she wanted. For rarely would she get them. He knew though that he would have to trap her in his home in the Valley before she would see the truth about him. A thing that would be really easy, considering that mares seemed drawn to him.
"I am Blade, and you are?" He smiled a little, showing that same kindness that he used as a bait. The net was already cast when he left his home to find mares, for his bodies beauty was the bait. Now all that was needed was to reel in his prey, which of course was the unexpecting mares areound in the other lands.
She seemed not too intersted in him, but that mattered not. For now that they were talking, she would be his and no one there was that could stop him from taking her.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Sept 25, 2010 18:01:46 GMT 8
"Thy name is Hallelujah." She spoke in response. Blade? What a horrible name. She thought to herself. "Now lets see. You want me to come with you? You must already believe I am yours, seeing there is none others around." She shook her head. "I beg to differ." She raised her eyes back to his. "I have heard of this 'game' before." She knew she might have been wrong to judge him, or maybe not and he was putting on an act. She did not know.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 25, 2010 18:06:56 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks.
"Whether you want to be with me or not, it matters not. For now that I have seen you, and spoken to you, then you are mine, fae." he chuckled at the obsurdity of the words that she had spoken.
"You beleive you have a choice in the matter? I beg your pardon, but you have none. To Misty Mountains you will come." He thought for a moment.
"What sort of a home are you used to?" He shot the question at her, eager to see if she was worthy of his time. Or was this a complete waste of time? No it never was, she would be his, one way or another.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Sept 25, 2010 18:11:36 GMT 8
She shook her head smirking. "Just as I thought." She turned away from him. "Completely rude, no manners whatsoever." She began to walk away from him, she didn't care what he said, nor he thought. He was just too full of himself. She flicked her tail, shaking her head. No one could make her go, where she didn't want to go. No one.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 25, 2010 18:15:54 GMT 8
And so the games would end now, it would seem. She had decided to walk away from him now, had she? Well that was not going to happen this time. No one jsut walked away from him like this.
He snorted and moved to block her path, reaching out with his teeth to grab onto her neck.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, hooves digging into the ground to hold her where she was. "I think not, fae."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 25, 2010 20:40:15 GMT 8
There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried To write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold But you sing to me over and over and over again Ivory specked upon his beautiful pelt of deep, warming bay moved upon the lands that he came to whenever he sensed it time to. The evening light shone upon the king's form, illuminating it with flecks of gold. A blaze upon his beautiful features there was, and his eyes, so dark and glorious fell upon the terror, Blade. He was conversing with a fae, so fair and kind looking. None would go with that abomination!
He, Kiambu, was the king of Ciera, and he was kind and gentle, but he would not stand for the ways of evil to come and beat their wrath upon this poor mare. Gray flecked from her slender pillars, and transparent wings set directly upon her withers. She was different than most....but so gorgeous. In no way would be think of her any different. She was not a prize to be won nor anything to be taken. This was not a place for fighting; the wise king would not fight Blade.
The stag trotted up to them, his brown and ivory tresses following him, moving like the wind. Kiam's harks were erect, and he felt amazing on the wonderful day of the spring. "Greetings, fae," he said softly, bowing to her. "I am Kiambu, of Ciera. Please do call me Kiam though," he said gently. The one with a pure heart turned back to Blade, wondering what his reaction would be to Kiam's appearance.
I'm giving you all of me Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Sept 26, 2010 7:33:03 GMT 8
She snorted. Utterly rude. She thought to herself as he made an attempt to stop her. It worked, but it wasn't he had had done so. It was the new stag, Kiam. Now this stag.. Has manners. She thought, smiling. "Greetings stag. My name.. Is Hallelujah." She replied sweetly. Flicking her tail, she took a step away from the stags, wondering whether an exchange of unpleasantness arrived.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 7:39:15 GMT 8
Blade took no notice of the scum stallion. Enemies they would be from this day on, and he would make sure of that. "You're too late, now, stallion," he said. "I have already claimed her.Nothing you do can stop me."
Fighting him would be a waste of his time, only one other horse was strong enough to take him down, and that was Thowra. All the others were too weak.
He lunged at the other horse, knowing that he could kill if there be a need.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 7:45:00 GMT 8
A small smile tugged at Kiambu's lips as she told him of her name. It meant...jubilee, salvation, so he thought. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Hallelujah," he said happily, and truly is was nice to know another. Even if she did decide to go with Blade, he would have made a new acquaintance. For her sake, Kiam hoped that she did not go to Misty Mountains though. It was just of what she preferred. From what he could see, Blade was not the one for her. He was too...cold and had to much malice dwelling in him.
Not really did the king know why Blade was the way he was. Perhaps it was insecurity with himself or with someone else that he could possibly need slaves. "You will not take her, Blade. She may choose who she wants," he said, dodging the lunge that Blade had attempted. He would not fight, but the hellion stag would not touch him either. He would not touch Hallelujah either. "I will not fight you, stag," he said, looking back to the beauty who was apparently not interested in the evil king.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 7:49:23 GMT 8
"The mountains in which I run are rather beautiful, surely Misty Mountains might be the place for her." He did not say much more, knowing it was up to her now that they had been walked in on. He knew though that he would fight to have her for himself at the moment. She was too... pretty for him not to have.
How did his full brother win all the mares while he struggled like this?
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Sept 26, 2010 7:58:07 GMT 8
Hallelujah sighed and shook her head. "No, don't worry Kiam." She looked at Blade. "I will go with you." She had decided that she wanted no fighting for her. She didn't really care, she knew that she would be fine in the end. She was new to Freedoms Palace, and didn't know anyone, it was sad that it could be her downfall, as she walked towards Blade, her head hung, her transparent wings drooping.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 8:00:25 GMT 8
The dark eyes glowed as he looked at Kiam, hearing her words. For once the mare had chosen him. And this time there was no pesky Thowra to stop him. "Maybe you should seek out my brother, if you really wanted her, Kiam. He's in snowy River Forest, and might help you, if you really want her."
He laughed in a malicious way, turning to the fae. "This way then, Hallelujah."
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