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Post by erosaf on Aug 7, 2010 16:43:19 GMT 8
Thowra
I snorted, leaping back to my feet and spotting the other pure hellion seem to appear out of nowhere.
The other black horse spoke this time though, "My son may be no pure hellion, Corus, but I am! Yarraman is my name!"
I seemed to laugh now. I knew that he was here to help me, instead of Corus. He was my father and there was no better fighter that i knew.
Yarraman reared, shoving his entire weight at Corus, sinking his own fangs into the hellion's neck.
I moved again, using my own speed and strength. "We shall see, Corus!" He could not beat two at this game. Flames shot from me, biting at his head witht eh fury pouring at Corus from inside me.
My own teeth tore into his shoulder before I dodged away again. There was no stopping this silver flame. I was not the one you wanted to piss of like this.
The others would know this now, now that they had seen me attacking him.
Again I felt other eyes on me, and another appeared. This one was a red runed, black bodied mare, of hellion, unicorn and pegusas blood. She seemed to take one look at us and screamed at Corus in anger. "You evil creature!"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 8, 2010 0:36:40 GMT 8
Amani watched Corus' expression as he surely knew he was defeated now. There were many against him, and not one was on his side in this place. The stag knew not of one creature hellion or not that was as evil as he. Amani was less hellion than them all; he only had a fourth of hellion blood running through his veins. Amani even had a time of evil in his life, but he would never had caused this must destruction and pain as Corus.
Amani watched as Yarraman approached. The young stag had met him when he first made Snowy River Forest his home, and he knew that Yarraman was the father of Thowra and pure hellion. Amani could detect wisdom from the older more experienced stag; he was sure that Yarraman had taken down much evil. He looked victorious, just waiting to win to Amani.
Suddenly, the young stag noticed that Quiet Whisper was fleeing. There were many dangers for an injured fae; she needed to rest. The stag would surely stay with her and protect her from the other herd members of Corus' herd that may be after her. Amani ran off after her, not wanting to allow her to die.
Before he left, he saw that his mate, Erosaf had appeared. "Erosaf.." he whispered in a worried tone. Amani knew that she could protect herself with her horn and that she would kill Corus if she had to. In the process, he wanted nothing bad to come of her.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Aug 12, 2010 15:48:57 GMT 8
He seemed to snap back in to reality, shaking his head. He saw the looks on their faces, wondering what had become of him. He had never wanted to fall to the heart of insantity. He turned and flicked his tail once. He scoffed at their words. No, he didnt care anymore. World domination was a thing of the past to him, maybe Armada would hate him, he didnt care. He just wanted peace, and family. Maybe his son could continue on his legacy of struggling.
No, no horse would ever see him again, except for his 'loved' ones. His reign of terror was over, yet not his insanity. Noone knew that things would get much worse for him, and possibly those around him, he knew it. He felt sorry for his young, maybe they would catch this affect later in their lives. He sighed. "I'm done with this." He told them, and wandered through the trees.
OOC : CANNOT BE STUFFED playing Corus all the time, he is for special occasions... Now..!
Quiet Whisper lay in a patch of grass, crying. Blood ran from her neck, still, and sat beside her. Her purple eyes stared down at the grass in front of her. She wanted her life to end, it seemed all she had endured was pain and suffering. Her heart was turning cold, so cold. She no longer awaited for Sympathy, that dream was long lost. She wanted nothing more to do with simple-minded stallions and their perfect picture lovers.
She wanted it to be all about her for once. Her eyelids closed slightly, as she first heard the La'ru speak to her, its voice was scary, a voice so menacing it mightn't been out of a scary film or such. 'And you were created from the famous Grim Reaper.. What a creature you've turned out to be. Weak.. Pathetic.. Lonely.. Heart-Broken.' It spoke the last words with utmost hate. How could the La'ru's beholder be so futile?
She heard its laughs, and pictured it sitting infront of her, its blood red eyes staring, and its ghostly white feathers. She gasped as it appeared. 'See? All you need to do.. Is think of what I need to do.. I'll do it for you.. Just like a slave to a master.. Dont you want to be loved..? Dont you want to be worshipped, like you worship Sympathy?' It cackled and disappeared. She closed her eyes. "Maybe.." Her head raised and she looked to the sky. "Yes."
'Then fight.. Fight for what you believe it should be.. Become what you need to be.. To get to the top.'
OOC : Sorry havent posted for a while! But heres alot lol
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