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Post by Epona on Sept 14, 2010 13:01:14 GMT 8
It was magic as she walked, her bodice flowing like liquid silver across the dry grass that crackled beneath her hooves. Her magnificent face turned left and right as she walked, scanning other equines that were in the vicinity. Caigo knew she was not alone in the search for love, however, she was not searching for love. She was indeed only searching for a home that accepted her ways. Her past was something she was trying to leave behind, though she would show what she had learned if need be. Battling her father had left a simple, straight scar on her left shoulder, the only thing that marred her completely unaltered beauty. The scar was the only visible effect from the altercation, though there were some side affects that hindered her thought process. Trust, being something that came very slim to her now, had never been easy in the first place.
The dapple gray mare continued with her fluid gait, her tail arched with confidence and her beautifully dished face high, dainty ears perched forward with interest though her brown eyes did not show the type of interest most stallions searched for in a mate. Caligo was not interested in love; it would take a special stud to change her mind. She only searched for a place to call "home" and place that would provide food, and possibly shelter and protection. Though the mare did not believe she needed protection. She could handle herself quite well if needed.
Approaching the river, Caligo stopped and lowered her glorious lips to the chilled flow of water, taking a small sip before raising her head again, a few glittering drops falling from her kissers. The beauty sighed. Why were none paying attention to her? She nearly stomped her hooves in agitation but she figured she would let it slide for now, until something had to be done to gather the attention she had anticipated.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 14, 2010 18:35:18 GMT 8
The Brolga The dapple grey stallion with the almost white head moved through the woods. Oh how he had missed this world. The world that he belonged in. It had been too long. Though he knew that there were others here now that he knew little of, but that mattered not. He knew there was another stallion in Misty Mountains, and though it was the son of Yarraman, there was a chance that he would go behind Thowra's back and be allies there. Who cared if Blade was not allowed here? He was a king in his own right and the young cream upstart had taken that from him! Calming himself and noticing a new mare, he wandered over. "Greetings fae, I am The Brolga."Thowra In the darkness of the night, in the fury of the storm, with the silver mark of freedom, the spirit was born The cream legs carried him through the warm lands searching once more for another mare to run with him. he knew that not all looked for love, but seeing his old enemy, The Brolga standing there, greeting another mare he snorted, lifting his tail and cantering straight towards them silently. "The Brolga, fae," Thowra said, smiling at the fae though his tone was perfectly in control. The grey he stood near snorted in anger. "Thowra!"In the secret mountain valleys, throught he mists and ancient trees, runs the ghost-like horse so proudly, silent as the breeze
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Post by otho on Sept 14, 2010 21:13:40 GMT 8
Xanerath
the black horse trotted forward, his harks pricked, his green eyes bright, alert. He moved towards the grey fae, smiling a bit as he saw two others, one strange, another very familiar.
"Greetings, all," he said, bowing first to the mare, then nodding to both Thowra and the other. He didn't greet each on their own, for, not knowing the names of two, he knew it would seem a bit rude.
The black horse watched the grey mare with interest, noting the scar on her shoulder. "Pray tell, fae, what is your calling?" he asked her after a moment of silence, his red mane and tail whipping around a bit in a breeze, flames dancing and brightening. Half hellion he was, like his half brother and sister. Yet of the three, he was the only king.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 15, 2010 7:05:25 GMT 8
His ebony bodice shown in the dim light of the dying sun. Amani was more beautiful than ever, his dark orbs gleaming, steam cascading to the sky from his daggers. Sparks flew from his whipcord as he stood above them all. They wouldn't know that he was there, maybe Thowra, but that's it. It had been approximately four day now, since the incident. Now, he had accepted his fate and accepted it with adoration and regret. That bitch had left him, that terrible Erosaf. She was probably with some stallion, wanting another foal already. It was time to find a new queen, although it was obvious that he couldn't love her like she wanted.
Amani wanted Spyro, his son back in his life though. He hoped they both suffered! Why wasn't he the same he used to be? He used to be so terrible. This disease was eating away at him, tearing him apart. The black moved up to them, an insane grin upon his features. "Hello, dear, hello Thowra, Brogla, whatever your name is other stag," he said with a laugh, moving around them. He was quite cheerful as he frothed at the mouth more.
It had been a while since he had eaten or drank, but he would try to keep some down tonight if she went with him. Suddenly, more rage came. He lunged at the fae, aiming right for her throat. He didn't want to miss. She'd be given the disease if one of these lousy excuses of a stallion didn't stop him.
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Post by otho on Sept 15, 2010 7:13:31 GMT 8
Xanerath
The black horse was about to plunge between the insane stag and the fae, when suddenly, a whitish glow appeared, and another stag, pure black, landed rather unceremoniously in front of the attacking stallion, his wings snapped open, horn lowered. If the crazed black horse kept his charge, he'd ram straight into the horn, and impale himself.
The green-eyed half hellion wasn't about to let that happen though. He shifted slightly and rammed into the other black, away from both the horn of his brother and the fae of grey.
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Therthis
The older black turned to look between Thowra and the others, apparently intent on ignoring the final stag, the crazy one.
Finally, he opened his maw. "And some stags honestly think I'm a threat?!" he shook his head a bit, not really expecting an answer to that, and turned, backing up some to stand beside his half brother.
"Greetings, fae. May I inquire as to your name, or will I have to make one up? Not that I mind making up names, but it would most likely be something rather pathetic, as I'm apparently not good with naming." he said, smiling a bit at her, his black, twisted horn glowing faintly.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 15, 2010 7:20:06 GMT 8
"I must apologize, Therthis, The Brolga, fae and Xanerath. Amani was a stallion in my lands. I would not touch him if I were you, a rabid fox bit him. His own mare ran from him, and only i know of where she has hidden herself."
Thowra looked at Amani levelly. Amani knew that he would not truly attack him. This was though something that he would not allow. If the black half hellion touched her, he would stop him. Maybe even kill him, depending on what Amani did.
The Brolga laughed. "And you called me a bad leader, Thowra?"
"You I will deal with later, Brolga," was Thowra's dry answer. There was an obvious rivalry between them. Before things happened again though a tall pure hellion black stallion moved over to the group, bowing to the fae.
The brolga jumped. "Does no one stay dead these days, Yarraman?"
"You never killed me, Brolga."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 15, 2010 7:25:48 GMT 8
Amani jumped back as the ebony winged creature jumped down. "If I bite any of you, you get to be like me unless you're hellion like Thowra," he said with a laugh, moving to Xanerath. He was not a pure hellion, Amani could tell. Therthis would be next. Amani had heard of him. The ebony stag lunged at the half hellion, aiming to bite him, infect him with the sickness, the disease that troubled him.
The young stag saw Yarraman come out; he was the same color as Amani and every bit hellion. Ha! That other stag seemed so surprised to see him. "Brogla, you're the weakest of all, except for her," he said, looking at the fae standing before him. He laughed again, making his way around the circle, ready for any attackers. Insanity, he knew was just a state of increased awareness.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 15, 2010 7:31:58 GMT 8
The fae saw Amani though she was up in the air above him. What had made her and Spyro leave the Sanctuary of the Solo no konw knew, but she kenw that there was a need for her once more. She had heard Amani's thoughts about her though and it was a rage filled screech that came from her maw as she dove at him. "You dare call me that, even in your mind!" she scolded him. Spyro moved out from behind the mare, glaring at his father. He'd heard too. "To think I cam to find you, Amani, only to head you call me a bitch for leaving you. If you were to recall, you left me first. I only saught somewhere else to hide. I have joined no other stallion." The black bodied, blood red rune covered, balack fire maned and tailed, silver/red horned mare snorted in agony. Seeing him was impossible. "She speaks the truth, father," the black colt with the gold eyes, golden flames and golden horn said.
Thowra sighed. "You know Amani, I would have told you where she was, had you come to ask me."
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Post by otho on Sept 15, 2010 7:40:43 GMT 8
Xanerath
Xan flicked up his hooves and quite gracefully jumped away from Amani, before wheeling and smacking the ebony stag right in the face. Not hard, as he might have, but enough to hurt.
"Don't even think about it," he said, flicking back his ears, watching the black stag who had attempted to sicken him.
Therthis
The dark horse shook his head, then snorted a bit at Amani. "Of rabies, I have no fear. Of sickness and death; none. I am hellion and unicorn. Do not think that because I am not full hellion, I cannot resist the poison you bring among us, Amani." the black said levelly, his harks moving back and forth as he listened. Oh... Great. Dad's back, he thought, rolling his dark eyes a bit as a painted stag detached himself from the shadows.
Red Death
The newcomer was a black and red stag, beautifully colorful, a whirl of the bright and dark. Just like the black and red flames that leapt out from the coat as he let them come to life.
"You touch my sons, and you'll be spitting blood from a second mouth." the old stag said, grinning wickedly.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 15, 2010 7:50:43 GMT 8
Amani rolled his orbs at Spyro and Erosaf, kicking out at them. He wouldn't bite them. He just didn't feel like it right now. Of course, the disease gave him more willpower, more strength in a sense. He laughed at them. "Run along. She's my new mare, not you," he said, rolling his orbs once more. He had a fight to fight with Xanareth and Therthis, and it would be fought. Oh, a newcomer, and he was old. That was one more thing he had over them all. It was all too fun. It was all too safe here. Now, it would be more fun.
This stag, so weak in nature, so vulnerable. He didn't have a chance. Amani lunged at Xan again, swerving again, to kick at his head. A clear shot would take him down. The new stallion was annoying. "Don't bother me, old man," he snickered, looking him dead on. This one wasn't worth his time. Amani knew he couldn't be such an easy target as Xan or Brolga or the fae.
Next, he ran to the grey, his ivories bared, ready to bite him. He reared up, hoping to come down upon The Brolga's shoulder. There were so many against him, he knew he couldn't win. Amani was going to die....one way or another, he would. Not right now. He needed to have one more good fight.
"Fae," he whispered, moving to her side, touching her neck. He was about to sink his teeth into her...almost...
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Post by erosaf on Sept 15, 2010 7:55:57 GMT 8
The teeth came down from Erosaf as she dodged him easily. Her son darted to a safe place, knowing this was not the horse he knew his father to be.
Erosaf snarled at him. "You will never claim another, Amani. Clearly you have forgotten who I am to you. If you dare bite any of the horses here, I'll kill you! To have to do so though would kill me. I have never moved on from you, in the hopes that you would come back to me. See past that midless rage, Amani. I know you remember me. I know, you loved me once, and could do so again."
She knocked him away from the other mare, not wanting her to be hurt.
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Post by otho on Sept 15, 2010 8:41:25 GMT 8
Xanerath
The black stag dodged with the grace of a gazelle, and the speed of the hart and the hind, whirling, his flames shooting forth. Yet still, he did not attempt to kill the rabid stallion.
Therthis
The other black, the older of the two, slammed a wing into the sick horse though, as he tried to bite the grey fae, pushing him back, away from the others, towards the river.
Red Death
The old horse laughed at the young, his dark eyes flashing, growing brighter, flames leaping higher, higher. He was suddenly frightening, a nightmare come true, even for hellions. "Old man! My hind hooves!" he said angrily, moving forward, in front of his black-winged son. "Dare you to call me that?! Dare you tell a hellion king such things?!" he screamed viciously, then reared, plunging, aiming to sink his teeth into the whippersnapper.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 16, 2010 4:55:35 GMT 8
Amani began to charge at Red Death, but he swerved around him, aiming right for the side of Therthis with his hoof. He couldn't possibly miss this time. If he hit, the damage would be minimal, but it would surely leave a mark. The pouring of blood from his ebony coat...it would be delightful, simply delightful. Too bad it wouldn't show much. He was too dark...but she- she was so light and pretty, perfect to see the blood. So was Brolga.
The stag trotted up to him. "Brogla," he said right before he sent his steaming dagger flailing at his neck. He was becoming wonderfully good at this, and after this fight, he'd hopefully be considered a veteran skilled fighter. Of course, he wasn't the fighter Thowra was...yet. Brolga was only a normal horse, and Amani was sure he was stronger than him.
Amani laughed at Red Death. "You don't scare me," he said, rolling his orbs. The rabid stag had no fear, he had no care in the world right now. None of them bothered him, they didn't bother him at all. Sure, he was outnumbered. Sure, he would lose. Still, it was fun. It was all too fun.
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Post by otho on Sept 16, 2010 6:01:59 GMT 8
Therthis
He shook his head at the pain a bit, then with a slight, sardonic smile, he brushed his twisted horn against his injured side, healing it. "Gotta do better than that, Amani. I'm part unicorn, remember? Or has the sickness gotten to your thick head, too?" he asked, his tone just as mocking as his smile.
Red Death
The painted stag laughed right back at him, his eyes bright, longing for blood. "Nor do you scare me, pathetic rat of horse-flesh. Listen closely, and listen well. I told you that if you dared to touch my sons, I would kill you. I'm no liar when it comes to threats, but I'll give you a taste of your own medicine instead!"
He brought his head down and rammed into Amani's side, shoving him headlong into the river.
"If there's one thing I know about such creatures who become rabid, it's that they can't stand water." he said, smiling a bit at his oldest son, who seemed thoroughly mortified.
Therthis shook his head, rolled his eyes a bit, but finally moved forward some, dipping his horn to the water, it's shining light branching out. Water froze, reaching out to Amani. What would happen, not even the black horse knew. But he couldn't wait to see...
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 16, 2010 6:15:14 GMT 8
The stag shrieked a shriek that had never come from his lips as Red Death pushed him into the river. It was terrible! It was all around him, and there was none to drink. None at all. He looked up at Erosaf one more time, his orbs filled with the love that had once been before he struggled his way out, clinging to rocks. Amani was speechless, looking back at her. The others would see that he wasn't the monster that he was acting, but this was no use now. Before he did anything else, he knew he needed to leave. If there was any reasoning left in him, that was it, and he had to take advantage of it.
"Good bye," he said, smirking and galloping off over the hills, away from the group of stallions around the mare. She wasn't even a hellion. What was he thinking being interested in her? There was one so fair, so beautiful that he had to have her. She was even more beautiful with her storm gray pelt. Her golden tresses fell to her shoulders now, as he imagined her. Orbs of hers were golden too, and he wanted them, he wanted it all. Amani would have her, and he'd have her today.
I'm going to the Gemdas he thought, trying to block Erosaf from reading his thoughts. Bitch he thought one more time before he disappeared into the woods, traveling upward, to the mountain ridge. There was a fair maiden that awaited him, and nothing would stop him. Not even her prissy hellion stallion, Heart of Gold.
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