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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 9, 2010 12:59:16 GMT 8
He had been so lucky, that he had escaped his father's land and his watch, for a few moments to come here. He knew he would have to go back, no one would want him, but he still felt caged by his father as he moved in to other territories. It hurt, emotionally, the feeling to never be free of his father. Perhaps normally, a foal would meet many as their life went on, he hadn't socialized with any other outside his father's land, except with a wolf, whom he had not meant to be speaking to.
He was colorblind, well sort of. He could only see the contrasts of gray, but the color red seemed to have been added in. It might have been frightening for a foal, unused to the suffering that he had been put through, but he was no ordinary colt. His heart was so close to breaking, he just wanted to die and allow the pain to go away, but it would not. He knew, the time for murder was nearly upon him, decided by his father, his only parent as told.
His mother wasn't dead, she was merely out of his life. It had happened to others in his birth herd, surely they might have thought they were put through hell, but they had not been that important to his father, they had no succumb to hell. He could still heard the screams that had echoed through the forest, when they broke his mother's wings, when that psycho did it.. For fun.
His small dark gray body found its way through patches of wildflowers. Some were common colors, blue, yellow, red and such, while others were uncharted colors, never seen by the human eye. It was a sorry sight that he couldn't tell them apart, except for their shape, but he paid no attention to them, as the scraped across his delicate legs. He was smaller than most his age, as he was born pre-maturely, probably due to his mother's cries of mercy.
His almost-transparent black feathered wings clung to his body as he moved slowly. He enjoyed peace and quiet, but right now he wanted someone to save him from his father, he suspected they wouldn't come, while his father held control over him. He shivered as he pictured when his father had first caged him, he had been so confused and scared. Why had he have to cage him? He kept asking himself the question, but found no answer.
He swished his sooty mane and tail, which had once been streaked with sweat, as he had snuck in to the enemies land, the land of Thowra. He was sure it was 'training' to become one of his father's puppets, or spies. He hated them, they shouldn't even be called stallions, they were eager for his father's attention, pitiful. He blinked his red-hued eyes, as a small figure landed in front of him. It was a baby bird, fallen from it's nest.
His eyes found their way up the tree beside him. He could see the nest, and reach it eagerly. His ears flew to his skull as it began to cheep at him. "How annoying." He commented, allowing the hellion in him to take over. It was lucky that he wasn't full hellion, only half, he could've been much worse then. He gasped suddenly, throwing back his head, tears of blood fell and landed beside the bird. You could hear the sizzling, and see steam. Black flames erupted from the tears and found their way to the bird, it squawked as it was scarred, and died before him.
He turned his head away from it, his power now discovered, a blood-line trait from his mother. She had not inherited it, as only colts could. Fillies inherited white almost-transparent wings, as colts did. It was better to be a colt, you got more out of the trait. He looked down with hate at the bird, and brought his hoof down upon it, you could hear the crunch of the chick's bones breaking. He looked up and saw the mother staring down at him, upset. He grinned. "Have a nice day."
He picked up his pace, now moving on to short grass. He stopped and looked up at the sky, to him, it was a light gray color and the sun was completely white. To others, it might have looked like any fine day, the heat of the sun hitting their pelt, the kind blue of sky above. But he felt only the cold in the land, he only felt the sorrow the land possessed, it felt like this in every land. He hated it, it made him want to die. In the end, everyone would die too. Even his mother Hallelujah, and his father, Blade.
OOC : Wooo! Wrote 822 words! Anyone want to reply? I got huge muse for Solitude atm.
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Post by Saphira on Oct 9, 2010 14:21:09 GMT 8
He had been forced to the border of this land by those he had once counted friends. Oh, yes, they didn't think he had known their motives, their intentions. But of course he did. How could he not? He had known every equine in his guild while he still held in his hands, the power of High Lord, leader of the famous school of the Arts. Many had flocked over, and joined. He had once been respected - feared even, by some. The mysterious High Lord of the Guild held an untarnished reputation, with strength that none could overcome. He had been unbeatable - that was why he had been chosen as High Lord. He had stuck to his words, even after a pesky student had seen him performing black magic. He had been wounded badly in a fight and had lacked the strength to heal himself. Hence the black magic. Once, he had been repulsed by the knowledge, aghast at even knowing such things. He had been young then, and naive. Day after day, trapped in his enemy’s lands, his blood magic had been drawn by his captors, strengthening them and weakening himself.
Black magic was forbidden in his guild, and rightly so. For black magic allowed one to attain a vast reservoir of power, that made one unbeatable – power that if fallen into the wrong hands, would prove disastrous. After he had escaped, he had been so happy, so joyful, swearing to himself that he would never again drabble in the forbidden art. And so he kept his word to himself, immersing himself in the petty troubles of the guild, being sent on one errand or another by the High Lord at that time. He had been foolish to believe that all the troubles were over. Of course, Akkarin acknowledged dryly to himself, life was rarely that simple
So, back to the original topic. He had been escorted to the border, and he had walked away from the lands he had known and roamed since young. Five years of his life… Over. Cut off neatly, as the guild went back to its state before they had found out about him, leaving him with bits and pieces of the rope, drifting freely, with nowhere to die them to.
For days, he had roamed the lands, nursing bitterness in his heart, all the while keeping a cool and unconcerned demeanour. Akkarin trotted on slowly, the harsh light of the sun beating down upon his ebony pelt, reflecting off the glossy surface of his horn. The terrain around him changed, and he surveyed it with mildly interested eyes. It reminded him of the waterfall where he and…
Lost in his thoughts, the former High Lord walked straight on, and almost bumped into a young colt with almost-transparent wings. Coming to an abrupt halt, Akkarin back-tracked a few paces, looking curiously at the colt. He sighed. It seemed that he would be thrust out of his self-imposed solitude once more.
“Greetings,” He inclined his head courteously to the young equine. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
(OOC: Haha sorry not even close to yours... Only 500+ >.<)
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 9, 2010 14:43:20 GMT 8
Annoying. That was what everyone was, everything. He just wanted to be left alone, to do whatever he wanted, no rules, nothing. Now that would be his paradise, maybe some one else's hell. Would he eventually find love? Probably not. Would he eventually find friends? Probably not. Would he eventually find companions? Who knows, maybe if he learnt to put up with them. He twisted his head as a creature spooked him out of his thinking.
He stood still for a few minutes before bothering turning around to face him. Judgmental. He decided that he might have a go at that. His bloody eyes wound their way down to the stallions hoof, and moved upwards, taking in the stallions description, slowly. He was thinking all the time, he found himself observing the little details in the picture. The light and shadows playing across the stallion's red features. He blinked.
"Shouldn't those intruding.. In others space, state their name and reason first?" He snapped at the stallion, a stern look appearing across his face. The thought of a conversation played across his mind, he knew he was being rude, but he was right. He looked at the ground and found blood running under his hoof, through the holes that the grass hadn't covered. Some rubbed against his coronet, it progressed towards his next hoof and he allowed the grass to smudge some blood on his pastern as he moved his stance slightly.
Judgmental. He thought again. He hadn't really thought of anything wrong, as of yet. He watched the stallions features again, gaining information. Unicorn. Has magical abilities, probably. He analyzed. He took a deep breath in. Smells of confidence.. Weird. It was the first time he had encountered a unicorn stallion before. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Although.. I guess I should tell you.. Seeing as we may meet once again. My name is Solitude." He announced.
He changed his stance yet again, uncomfortable. The conversation was getting boring, his blood red eyes twirled as he moved them, looking for others to converse with. Sadly, he saw nothing but shades of gray, he saw his kin and creatures in shades of red, they were easy to spot out. He swished his tail and awaited for the stallion to reply. Then again, the conversation could be interesting. His attention turned back to the stallion, watching him once again.
OOC : 404 Words. xP Nearly half lol. Oh well. Losing my muse D:
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Post by Saphira on Oct 9, 2010 16:15:23 GMT 8
Akkarin looked at the colt with amusement flickering subtly in his eyes, but decided not to voice his opinion on proper protocol. If the colt’s first words were anything to go by, he would soon have a battle on his hands. Touché. He sighed, biting back the remark that hovered at the edge of his tongue. Who did the colt think he was? Son of the overall ruler of this land? The young one actually acted like he was doing him a favour by deigning to speak to him.
He gave no indication of his… less charitable thoughts, however. Feeling the colt’s intense scrutiny of him, Akkarin returned the gaze directly, his eyes holding no emotion as he, in turn, surveyed the young equine’s distinguishable features. As for the wings… It was something he had never seen on an equine before. Those in his homeland were mostly unicorns and normal horses. None of which had wings. Curious, indeed. It seemed that he had much still to learn, being new in these lands. He would not come out of the shadows yet, however. He would bide his time… Watching, to see how this place functioned.
His ebony orbs caught a splash of red on the ground, vivid against the green grass under his hooves. He looked down curiously, and was shocked to see a steady flow of blood, pooling at the colt’s hooves, before flowing away. Akkarin raised his gaze, staring at the young horse steadily, shocked that one so young would already kill. What kind of land had he come to? Was it one with cruel and bloodthirsty tyrants? He wondered to himself.
“Of course,” Akkarin mildly replied at last, returning the colt’s brash gaze. “Name: Akkarin. Reason… None in particular,” He said shrugging slightly as he turned his head away at a flurry of chirping behind him.
He turned back at the colt’s words. Finally. “Then it is nice to meet you, Solitude. So… What are you doing here by yourself? Where are your parents?” He inquired casually, feeling awkwardness creep up his spine. Seriously. He should have gotten out more and interacted more with the others. Which equine gets uncomfortable talking with a colt?
The unicorn stallion gave a sigh, as the sun was hidden behind a mass of storm clouds. So much for the good weather. He looked at Solitude, asking ruefully, “So… You are not new to this land, correct? I was wondering if you could tell me more…”
(OOC: Haha same xD)
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 9, 2010 16:46:07 GMT 8
He turned his head, side on, surveying the stallion. "Parents?" He smirked. "I have no mother. My father, is a monster. He took my mother away and broke her wings, I see her little if so, we do not speak. My father disallows it." He found himself telling the stallion so opening, it felt good. "He enslaves mares and is prejudice against non-hellions."
"At least he is not as bad as the recent kings of a desert land named Inferno Plains. Hades was the first, Corus died recently." At least he knew history that Sacrifice had taught him, when he had been watched. "Hades and Corus were both full-blooded hellions who started war against the others in Freedoms Palace. Against the king, Ashton. It seems father, Blade, wishes to kill him as well, after he has killed his brother, Thowra. You will notice, alot goes on in Freedoms Palace." He spoke quickly.
"I came here to get away, get away from all the pain and misery my father put me through. Caging me, making me in to what I am now. I cant even see well!" He found he was becoming enraged, but still, he felt like a huge weight was being lifted. "All I see.. Is shades of gray and blood. He tells me that blood is good. That killing is the only way my pain will go away. But.. It just increases. I don't want to go back there.. I don't.." He shook his head, his heart began to fill again, with sorrow.
He threw his head up, his wings spread. "But then again. Who would care? No one tries to help us! No one tries a damn thing!" He said, aggression rising. "Father breeds non-hellions to get half-hellions and still he disowns us! We aren't allowed to do anything, we can't fight back. Or we die, or we're injured, we suffer anyway." He shook his head, he didn't want to go back, but he had to. He had to. Maybe Blade would come and find him, he hoped not.
Peace and quiet. He thought to himself. That is what I want. He had dreamed of it, a place of his own where no one disturbed him, where they all just.. Disappeared. "No one does anything to help us.. They just watch.. I bet they laugh." Anger and hatred pulsed in his veins, he felt like killing, he wanted revenge so much. His eyes glared at the stallion. "And even you don't care, do you?" He stamped his hoof in to the blood that had passed, some splattered on to his chest and neck, some found its way on to the body of the stag. "Is that enough information, for you to leech off of me?"
OOC : 469 Words
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Post by Saphira on Oct 9, 2010 17:21:05 GMT 8
The onyx stallion simply stood there silently, letting young Solitude pour out his laments and his bitterness, his sorrows and his anger. He needed this, Akkarin could see. He had kept this to himself for too long, for far too long. He was torn – between sympathy for the young colt whose life was hard and bitter, no love or affection had ever touched him. Even his parents… how could his father be so cruel? And his mother? Why, were they not even allowed to talk to each other? What kind of life had this colt led?
And anger, that was an emotion quite accustomed to him. Or rather, he to it. So much injustice, so much conflict was rampant in this land. He felt anger rush through his veins, poisoning his system and his thoughts. His ebony horn glowed with a sinister light, as it lit up like a star. Anger throbbed within his veins, begging to be released. He longed to rush to the ‘hellion’’s land, and strike him down with his magic.
He lowered his head in deference to the young colt. “I’m sorry,” He said softly, sympathy glowing in his eyes as he felt the anger drain away, leaving him hollow. “But why don’t you escape?” He asked, confused. “You can obviously sneak out from his lands sometimes… Like now. Why don’t you simply run away?” Akkarin’s tone was low and soft, soothing, yet there was a darker undercurrent in it.
Why didn’t anybody help? There were horses, slaves, in that land. Akkarin flinched at the term, memories and incidents he would rather forget hitting him at full force. With effort, he pushed them away, refocusing his attention on the colt.
His last words, they inflamed him. Akkarin set his shoulders, fury pulsing behind his eyes, a snarl working its way onto his maw. “And how do you know that?” He asked, voice deadly soft, eyes glittering with barely-suppressed fury. “You don’t know that nobody cares; that I don’t care.” He felt himself work up into a tirade. Uh-oh. He wasn’t normally so agitated; Solitude had simply caught him at a bad moment. The stress of his journey, the indignation and hurt he had suffered all came pouring out of him. Blood splattered onto his coat, contrasting with the ebony. Disgusted, he stared at it, before levelling ice-cold eyes onto Solitude.
“You’d better change your attitude, colt. I can assure you, no one in their right mind would think of freeing you, if all they see in you is your father. A whole crowd of wild hellions running about; wouldn’t it be just better for them to be contained in Blade’s land?” His voice lowered. “You make your own future,” Akkarin warned solemnly. “Let go of your hate and your anger.”
(OOC: xD Improving! Maybe we can make it up to 800 again, however unlikey xD)
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 9, 2010 17:58:25 GMT 8
Solitude turned his back on the stag. "And I thought you would understand.." He told him. "I can't escape.. I can't until he releases me.. You see.. Wherever I go somewhere without his permission, as time goes on, it hurts. After a day, it feels like agony, and you have to go back. I have to do.. Whatever, he tells me to, whether I like it, or not. That's what caging is." He closed his blood red eyes.
"If they cared.. Where is their army to come and help us? There is none. There is only an army when there absolutely demands for one. They make up some crap that their trying, it's not good enough, is it? What would you know anyway, you're new to Freedoms Palace. You don't see how things roll here." He flapped his wings and gave a groan, pain began to rack his body.
Taking a few steps, he leaned against a tree that a nest lay in. Only one chick was left, along with its mother who watched it carefully. The tree creaked slightly, and Solitude began to walk away from the stag. "Just leave me be, that's the only way I become accustomed to what I will become." He spoke quietly. He turned and stared at the stag. "Maybe I should just scar you're face so no being will want to look at you." Blood started to drip from his eyes, it sizzled as it hit the ground.
"Then maybe you'll understand some pain that I feel." He said, disliking the stag. The blood moved slowly towards the stag, but suddenly turned and moved towards the tree. "Let me show you.." It moved in to the nest, you could hear the birds' squawks of pain. The chick was dead, the mother was still alive. It poked its head out of the nest, it looked hideous, it cried out but then fell, dead, to the ground.
Solitude felt better, now that the bird was dead, it was like sucking the pain out of him. A cruel smile appeared upon his face, he couldn't help it. He actually enjoyed what happened next, he brought his hoof down upon the bird, blood spurted out and there was a crunch and a squishing noise. "Maybe I can't help turning in to the monster he wants me to be.." He turned and stared up at the stag.
"What do you think? Am I monster?" He knew he wasn't about to die here, he could easily evade him if the challenge grew. Would he be angry? Would he be shocked? Who knew. He studied the stag. He felt pain begin to strike his small body again, he would have to leave soon. "I wonder.. What would happen.. If I scarred your horn? Would it cease working?"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 2:16:13 GMT 8
Sorrow. It followed her constantly, even more so since the last light touched the earth. Nothing had left permanently...yet. The tormentor was keeping her; it was love. It would be gone soon, so that she would linger in her own silence. To be alone was a terrible way to live life. Even worse it is to live with pain, knowing that those around you will only hurt you more. It was hurting her - no, she was hurting herself. When will it stop? her mind screamed to her, making her pivot once and look back with her tear stained features. No tears came today. The time for tears was over.
In her mind, she would never forget him nor her. Shaking her delicate crown she stood for a moment, the gentle gales brushing back her soft tresses. For many hours, she had thought, thought of just a way out. You cannot beat old age, and she welcomed death to her - just so the death of the stormy one would not hurt so badly. Death was welcomed because of the fae that had left and gone elsewhere. The small stormy filly was the only thing she would have left of him, and now she was gone. Gone!
Every night, every day, his memory chanted small murmurs of love in her dreams. It would never cease. That stag....that ignorant stag had wanted to take her daughter. He was the son of the king of Forest of Mysteries and certainty just as annoying. Hate was something she did not feel, especially not to them. In the moments of time as she slowly walked, she could feel nothing except the lost love that burdened her.
Weak, she was so weak, with her light frame and breeding. In personality, she knew she was lacking in strength. Beautiful she was - much more beautiful than she thought. They had their own opinions in beauty, but there were much prettier faes in her mind. A golden chestnut was she, so delicate. It was the hue of most of her bodice, just a plain hue. The silken tresses than hung upon her neck were a bit darker, just a degree of color or so. Ivory masked her features, along with a blue mark upon her face. Ivory laid upon her slender pillars as they trudged forward. Each step was harder than the last.
Never had she found what the blue mark had meant, but her mother told her that something would happen once she reached six years of age. That had not yet come. Something about having a power so great confused her, but it was appealing to think she was more special than just a simple fae. Never had she mentioned anything about her mark to Jegath, for she was afraid he would not understand. Many did not. Would he run away like the others, even before his death? There were so many evil stags - why did they not just make her a slave? It seemed the only deserving fate.
From a faraway distance, the sounds of young birds chirping she heard. The chestnut harks flicked forward, seeing two standing by the branches. The life that they had was beautiful. The birds seemed fearful almost of the youngest one. They were the hue of the sky, with ivory markings clashing upon their feathering. She envied their life and simplicity.
There were two stags, standing together, speaking, it seemed. The youngest seemed in dismay with the world, angry with it even. It was fear, the fear of himself. Don't be afraid of change thought the kind fae, looking with sympathy to the colt. Crimson laid beside him, fallen to the ground like rain drops. It was smeared beside a young chick. Blood? she wondered innocently. No....tears she responded to herself, confirming the truth. Tears bled from him. It was rather repulsive to see.
The youngest looked different than anyone she had ever been told of or seen. The darkest storm brewed upon his pelt, so dim and darkened. Orbs of crimson he possessed. That was where the blood had come from, she finally concluded, looking to his ebony tresses and wings. Run said her mind, but she still came closer, tripping clumsily on her way to them.
The older one was a master at his game, and he knew what the world was like. How could someone so young know so much pain? Ebony, of the purest was the stag, seemingly young in age but a bit older than herself. A darkened horn struck the sky as it protruded from his large crown. He seemed mighty and powerful, even like a ruler. He had the presence that a ruling unicorn would have. He was different....just like her.
Finally, the fae arrived before them, the cold of the earth being absorbed by her fine pelt. Before them she stopped, wondering whether to bow or to stand there. The second was her choice. For a moment, she just stared in awkwardness before uttering and such words. "Hello," she said softly, as she always spoke. "I am Angelica, of the Gemdas," she said, gulping and blinking back the tears that wished to blind her. They would see her weakness, her will to die. Angel wanted them to help her with it, but yet she did not. What was wrong with her? Was it something that they could help her with? Could she help them? Too many questions, but no answers were available.
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Post by Saphira on Oct 10, 2010 11:46:58 GMT 8
Immediately, regret and discomfort replaced the flaring anger that sparked in his molten orbs just a moment ago. Akkarin gritted his teeth, looking away as he stepped back, giving the colt more space. Because that was what he was doing, right? No, he was not running away. He should have kept a tighter hold on his temper, should have responded calmly and behaved like the grown horse he was, instead of stooping down to the colt’s level. Irritated, he exhaled slowly, purging his system of the black disease that seemed to be constantly his companion. Oh the irony, Akkarin thought grimly, twisted horn catching the sunlight as he tossed his head. First, I chose to learn black magic. Now, I’m complaining about having it. Shaking his head, he refocused his attention on the young colt: Solitude.
The name suited him, Akkarin mused, orbs softening with sympathy once more. It was too young for anyone to go through such horrors, such mental anguish. His could see the agony the colt was going through, the mental anguish. But it was no worse than what he had been through. Although… He had to admit the factor of age did help one to cope.
And caging. Was there even such a power to make one do another’s bidding? He had never heard of it before, and he knew the most about magic in his G- former Guild, he corrected himself mentally, a bitter twist to his mouth. Even so, he still worried for them. If the Sachakans decided to invade, they would stand no chance. And combined with the power of these unnatural beings… He shuddered to even think of the consequences. A thought crossed his mind then. Why was he even worrying? The Guild had disowned him. Why should he even worry about the ungrateful beings? He shook his head, pushing those dark thoughts out of his mind.
He wanted to apologise, wanted to tell the colt how sorry he was for the insensitive words that had spilled out of his mouth. But he doubted the colt would listen. And he doubted his pride would let him, no matter how uncomfortable he felt about it. He stepped forward, a half-step, not wanting to get too close now. “Perhaps… They do not know?” He suggested quietly. “If no one ever gets out of your father’s land, how would they know what is happening inside?”
Again, he took an involuntary step forward as young Solitude began to groan, flapping his translucent wings in obvious agony. His dark, unfathomable eyes followed the storm-grey colt as he leaned against the nearest tree. Wallowing in self-pity again? The colt seemed more entitled to it this time, but the dark stallion knew that it would sooner or later do more harm than good. “No one can force you to become what you do not want to, Solitude,” He told the young colt quietly, horn glowing slightly. It took all of his willpower not to shiver from the blood-red eyes that the colt levelled on him. Red eyes. Red as diamonds, the rubies. He angrily brushed the memories away. Now was hardly the time or the place. There was a time to grieve and sort through the events of the late, but the time was not now. But there was something disconcerting in Solitudes eyes. It was as though he were already world-weary, as if the colt had a terrible power that could destroy, a power that he could hardly control, a power likely to break free any moment.
Was that blood? Akkarin stared in increasing horror, feeling the hairs rise on his pelt as blood leaked out from Solitude’s eyes, hissing as they hit the ground. Scar? What was he talking about? The emotion in his voice was easier to read, though. Akkarin bowed his head, watching the blood seep closer and closer to him, as though it had an intention of its own. Unobtrusively, he erected a barrier about himself, so that no physical substance could penetrate the barrier. It would not last forever, though. He only hoped he had enough energy to hold it strong.
The black unicorn watched, his heart filling with horror as he watched the fate of the birds. The chicks died, but the mother was, as the colt put it, scarred. Disfigured into something that went beyond his understanding, before dying. It was not the power that shocked him, but the obvious enjoyment on the colt’s face that repulsed him. How could he be so hypocritical? Wanting his father to stop abusing him, but abusing someone or something with less power, more defenceless than him? Had the colt ever thought of that?
It took Akkarin a moment to reply to his next words. “You can…” He said in a slightly strangled voice, before regaining his composure and straightening up. “You always have a choice.” He chose his next words carefully, afraid that anything he said would anger Solitude beyond the point of reason.
“A monster does not know what he is doing is wrong,” He said quietly. “But you, Solitude, still have feeling, compassion. You are not one – yet.” He watched the young one in concern as he saw tremors of pain wrack his body, aghast by his next words. “Perhaps,” Akkarin said, shrugging. “But it won’t stop me from using magic. Contrary to popular belief, a unicorn’s magic is not stored in the horn.”
He stepped forward, keeping his posture as non-threatening as possible. “Let me take away some of your pain,” He said quietly. “I’m not sure if it works on ‘caging’, but on normal cases, it would.” He looked at the colt, trying to convey his belief and sympathy to the young, traumatised colt.
A sound startled him, breaking his concentration as he took a step back, locking his eyes onto a pale, golden fae. The ebony stallion’s eyes widened for an instant, before seeming to gather himself and swept a graceful bow to the fae. His eyes locked with her emerald ones, and immediately, he saw the pain hidden – or not so hidden – deep in her eyes. “Lady,” He said courteously, nodding to her. “A pleasure to meet you. I am Akkarin… And…” He turned back to the colt, uncertainty darkening his eyes as he saw the pain etched upon his young features.
“Let me help you,” He urged quietly.
(OOC: 1016!!! Longest post in a while xD)
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 10, 2010 12:36:25 GMT 8
OOC : Damn it... D:
He was so foolish.. So foolish to even come here in the first place. He could feel his body seem to stiffen suddenly. He didn't care for the stag's words, he couldn't be helped, he wouldn't be saved. They were meaningless. He glared at the stag as he spoke, cocking his head. No one understands.. He thought to himself. They try, but they can't. Not even the filly who was saved.. What was her name? Hope? Lucky her. His thoughts wandered as he started to remember when he had first saw Hope, he hadn't met or even walked in her presence, he just watched her. But then she had left, leaving her with the stuck-up german colt. He snarled as he remembered when those words had been translated. 'I don't like him.'
He shut his eyes for a second, in pain, but they shot open as he dared to step towards him, to 'help' him. A dark look appeared on his face, he didn't want his help. He didn't want the fool to even try, it was embarrassing for him really, he had never been helped, and he didn't want to be helped now, by a stag who obviously thought he was mentally unstable. Then it hit him, he realized that he didn't want to be helped? He puzzled at the thought, wondering what he was really doing. I don't want to be helped..? Then.. What do I want? Maybe he had been under the impression that help was a good thing and that it wasn't too late.. But it was, now that he had slaughtered beings who did nothing to him. I'm a monster..
He watched intently as the mare trod towards them. His immediate thought was to tell her to shut up and move on. He didn't. The act the stallion preformed, intrigued him. Maybe he could get something out of this. He listened, when he called her a lady, of course she was a lady.. Why didn't he just call her by her name, like she had told them. He raised his head, watched her red body move through the gray grass. A drop of blood ran from his eye, but now it sunk in to the ground. It was another part of his blood line trait. The scenery started to change.
The color seemed to have disappeared instantly out of the land. Now no one could see any color but grays and red, alike he could. Yet it was temporary, for only those who currently stood near him. He stared at them, watching their expressions as everything changed. A smile formed on his face. "Tell me.. Now you have seen through my eyes. Could you cure this?! Could you cure the color blind?" It was rhetorical question. The answer was no, no one could cure it, there was nothing wrong. The question was aimed at the stallion, all thought of the mare had disappeared from his mind, for the minute.
He turned his head towards the mare then, remembering her presence. He did not preform a bow or anything, he just glared at her. How dare she just waltz in and disturb their conversation? A look of shock appeared on his face, as he smelt him. The colors returned to their owners and he spun around. "Oh no.." He said suddenly, there was a scream in the distance, he moved to flee.
The stag of alabaster and ivory moved slowly around the boarders of Vandin Place. His hooves crushing the plants and life below as the agile stag walked. He held a look of confusion. He had been tracking Solitude, ever since he had seen him leaving. He was sure pain would be racing through the colt's body and he would end up screaming for help. His ice blue eyes whirled as he looked for the stag. He was lucky though. So lucky that he had seen it.
He had been walking along when the world seemed to have been pulled in to a world of gray and red. He knew that was Solitude's doing.. He had tried it before before him. It was neat little trick, but it wouldn't last forever. Either he grew tired or he wasn't able to hold the change. Only a land that connected with his heart would hold the form without him needing to bother. It would happen as soon as he entered the land. He wondered if Solitude had been working on it, in private. But the psychopath thought about it, he wouldn't need to have gone so far to practice would he? So he had gone to retrieve him, most likely that Blade would punish him later.
He smiled with glee as he felt the power of it growing stronger, but he had to be careful. It was like the vision had heat censors or something. He wondered how a little mistake like him, could end up with such power? He began to sniff, he found the colt was not alone. It didn't both him, maybe he could use the colt as bait.. When he found him, and led them back to Blade's territory for him to decide what to do with them. He nodded, great plan. He thought to himself. He took off at a gallop.
His hooves left prints behind in the soft ground. A path was made through the long grass and flowers lay crushed. He didn't care, he was working on how he could appear scary to other stallions. Sometimes he was such a push over. He galloped through the Place, wondering if he should slow his pace and keep hiding. Oh well, he would appear sooner or later.
Damn it! He thought as the colt began to flee. The stallion charged after him and caught him around the neck with his mouth. He picked him up easily and slowed to a trot, moving away from them. He dumped Solitude's body and held the squirming mass down with one hoof. "Look what we have here.. Master's son seems to have met some people.. And they are not dead.." He turned and stared down at the colt, a wicked smile appearing across his face.
Solitude stared up at Sacrifice as he held him down. He hated the spy the most, he broke his mother's wings after all. His body seemed to stiffen and he started to scream. The pain had increased again, but Sacrifice held him down still. He had to go back, he had to go back now. Who knew how much more he could endure.
Sacrifice watched with pleasure as he heard the screams of the colt. He looked up at the stallion and mare. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he stared hungrily at them. He knew the colt didn't dare scar him or try hurt him, or he would have to deal with his father. He began to laugh hysterically and began to talk aloud to himself. "Would Master be pleased.. If they died? Would Master be pleased if they are taken for him to deal with?" He looked down at Solitude and increased his pressure, but his intent wasn't to kill him. He was a master of torture after all. He didn't hear Solitude's efforts to tell the mare and stallion to run.
OOC : 1215 Words! Muhahahahahahaha!! I think I've done enough for one day.. Now who can beat my word count?
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Post by Saphira on Oct 10, 2010 14:09:35 GMT 8
Pain. He could almost feel the anguish, the agony radiating off the grey body of the young colt. The dark stallion winced inwardly in sympathy, sighing in a tolerant exasperation of Solitude’s determination to refuse his help, even though of the pain Akkarin was sure was coursing through his body. His respect for the colt increased slightly, for that single-minded determination would, indeed, serve him well in life. But it was also that same stubbornness that would be his downfall… Akkarin shook his head in sympathy, dark eyes resting lightly on the colt as he struggled to come to terms with what he had said… Or so it seemed, judging from his expression.
Solitude seemed to be in the throes of self-discovery, where the colt seemed to be realising something about himself. Akkarin studied him thoughtfully, before deciding to leave him be for a while, to think and reflect. Turning his head to face the mare – Angelica, a small smile slipped onto his lips. The onyx stallion studied her, wondering if his initial suspicions were correct. What kind of land had the Guild sent him to? A land of suffering and grief? Were they hoping he would suffer more here?
Akkarin grimaced. Unlikely. He could keep to himself, though, but then again… Look where his attempts at staying invisible had gotten him. Talking to a colt and a mare now. Brilliant. For a moment, he absently wondered why things never, ever went to plan. He returned his gaze to the mare. Her coat, golden as the noon sun greeted him, with a white mask on her face. "And you, Angelica?" He asked, voice rich with the habit of command. "Why have you come?"
She didn’t get a chance to answer, though. For some unknown reason, the colours seemed to have leaked out of the land, leaving behind dullness, a world of drab colours. Akkarin froze, shocked, as he blinked furiously, wondering what had happened. His orbs darted around, but he saw nothing, no other colours besides the grey that now enveloped and cast a film over his vision, and the red, the red, ruby eyes of the colt and the tears of blood that lay splattered on the ground.
With effort, he tore his gaze from the bleak greyness and looked at the colt with new eyes. Akkarin stiffened at Solitude’s sarcastic question, the accusation he heard behind his words. The unicorn shook his head, slowly, regretfully, infinite sorrow clouding his starlit orbs as he gazed at the young colt. "No," He admitted, hating the word, the taste of defeat and helplessness. "But there are always others... Others who cannot walk, cannot run. Others who cannot see, or cannot hear. You are not alone..." Akkarin said, his voice gentle, once more, as he tried to lift the colt's depressed spirits. Curse his father, this Blade. What right had he to make Solitude suffer so?
He watched, as a myriad of emotions flashed across Solitude's facial features, like rapid-fire. Annoyance, then shock, which was quickly followed by - could it be? - fear. In an instant, the grey blanket disappeared, and the world came alive once more, with its vibrant colours. Akkarin stumbled a little, disorientated by the change, before looking up and breathing a sigh of relief. Well, he thought wryly. At least this has taught me one thing... One thing was for sure: He was never going to take his sight forgranted again. Turning to Solitude, he blinked and stared as the young colt spun around, fleeing from them, his strides rapidly eating up the ground. The former High Lord looked around warily, certain that he would see one of Blade's minions here... He suspected that that was the only thing that could frighten the colt so.
Sure enough, another's presence came to him shortly after Solitude fled. He started forward, intending to intercept this newcomer,t hen paused with surprise. The stallion's thoughts were... Different. Not as controlled, as ordered. It was more like his presence was flickering, surface thoughts leaking out of his mind. Akkarin glanced at Angelica, moving forward just in time to see an alabaster and ivory stallion charge through the undergrowth, leaving destruction in his wake as he easily caught up with the colt, forcing him to the ground, pinning him there with one hoof as Solitude squirmed uncomfortably.
Surprise changed to alarm, then anger as he stared at the stallion. Akkarin growled deep in his throat, a predatory gleam in his eye as he stalked cautiously forward, horn buzzing with power and flashing with a murderous intent. "Let. Him. Go." Akkarin stated calmly, with a darker undercurrent underneath, muscles tensed with anger on Solitude's behalf. It would be so easy... To strike him down where he stood. A red film crossed his orbs once more, as he struggled to control himself, his horn glowing a brilliant white as he lowered it, pointing it straight at the stallion's heart.
What he would have done then, no one would ever know. Suddenly, the storm-grey colt began to scream. And scream. And scream. It broke Akkarin's concentration, as his head jerked up, his power slipping away once more to the abyss in his mind, the glow his horn fading till it was virtually undetectable.
"Solitude?" Akkarin whinnied anxiously, pacing nearer as disgusted, her heard the other stallion's insane laughter. The stallion, stared, disbelieving as he saw the other press his hoot down even more, adding to the poor colt's torture. Silently, he stalked nearer to the pair, ignoring the young colt's attempts to tell them to run. He would not leave Solitude now, now that he saw what the colt would return to. What kind of life was this? Quietly, he met Solitude's crimson orbs, his own ebony ones steady and showing quiet determination.
How could he, with a clear conscience, now leave and place the colt in the hands of such a monster? Looking back at Angelica, he motioned to her, telling her to go. It was not safe for her. A pang struck him as he gazed at the mare. Obviously, she had come here for ccompany, but now... Akkarin shook himself out of his thoughts, glaring daggers at the ivory stag as he started to chuckle, bits and pieces of words escaping his mouth. Placing a barrier over himself, he started to move forward once more, careful not to place too much energy into maintaining the shield. "No, stallion," He said, coming up to stand beside Solitude. "Master will not be pleased at all. Leave us be now." He held his head high, enriching his voice with the tone of command as he stared at the other, aware of Solitude's increasing pain.
Akkarin took a threatening step forward, fighting for some semblance of control and not to leap forward and decapitate the stag immediately. Looking down at Solitude, he lowered his horn, gently touched the colt's wing as a surge of Healing energy poured into him, easing Solitude's pain. Dimming it, but not removing it completely. At least, he hoped it did. Anxious eyes looked at the colt, before returning to the stallion.
"So, stallion?" Akkarin asked, keeping his voice light and courteous as though they were simply discussing the weather. "Will you let young Solitude go?" Here, a dark edge crept into his tone. "Or do I need to decapitate you?"
(OOC: 1229! xD Sory I posted before you, Phantom, but this is probably the last time I can post here till Friday >.< Sorry!)
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Post by erosaf on Oct 10, 2010 15:43:10 GMT 8
"You dare to hurt one of Blade's heirs, Sacrifice?" The words came from seemingly nowhere as a tall three year olf black unicorn with a white mane, white tail and white horn came into the clearing. "Blade did not send you looking for Solitude. No, he sent me, Diavolo Cornuto to find his son." He had said his name for all but Sacrifice, so they knew who he was. There was a threat in his words though for Sacrifice. Sacrifice would know that he was not as trusted in Blades eyes as Diavolo was at the moment. To do something against the younger stallion would be a bad idea. Sacrifice would say nothing to Blade about this if he knew what was good for him. "You do not need to worry about those who would help you, either Solitude. I know of those who would help you, though I know that there are also those who would wish you harm. Know this though, that I am not one of thos ill wishers personally." he was one of the more caring stallions and he knew that at the moment. He at least had a heart.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 21:35:13 GMT 8
The young one, gray like the storm, had a certain power that he unconsciously wielded before them. It was the obvious power over death, the will to end life. Run he mind whispered again, as she looked both of them over once more. The second one had not changed from the first time he had seen him. Angel could see already that he was strong, not just in body but in mind. Intrigued, she eyed him as a drop of crimson left his eye, running down his cheek and finally hitting the ground. It sizzled...almost. It was danger. He was death.
Suddenly, there was no contrast; everything was in shades of red. It was just like the colt's eye. The pools of emerald looked around, rolling in fright. It hit her so suddenly that he, the youngest of colts, saw like that all the time. Would it drive anyone to hatred and evil? Angel did not know, but the environment that he was brought into...it was very evil. A new epoch, even, seemed to be coming. It was one of evil, and it could not be stopped, not even by Ashton.
First, there was Corus, who had been defeated, but he was only one. There were others, too, and some were even more powerful than the one before them. The keeping of slaves was put into effect by Blade and Exile, who were the two main stags in this war, so far. More had been produced, purebred hellions, capable of destruction that no one had ever seen. Candra was a filly, raised to be evil, raised to be destructive by her own father, Exile, and her own mother, Temia.
Then, there was the good of the world, which was not limited at all. Although it was somewhat weak, it seemed to made quite a force in great numbers. Ashton was getting older though, and someday, there would have to be a young colt to take his place. The unicorns seek healing; they had powers that no one else could ever dream of. The ebony one that stood before Angelica could be a healer, like Hidden Illusion. Other unicorns were the council, which included five powerful unicorns. All had elemental powers. The good outnumbered the evil, so it had to win. She would keep telling herself that.
The colt glared at her, hid eyes menacing, taunting her. The vivid feeling of color came back to her, flooding her senses with all the scenery that she had first seen. Angel exhaled softly, as if a burden had been relieved. He scared her already; he was just a young colt, and she already feared him. "You don't have to be this," she whispered, turning her gentle eyes back to him. "You don't have to be like him," she said again, looking back to the mountain ranges. They were so distant. One was her home. The other was very far away, and it was a place of death.
In the distance, she heard the faint beating of daggers upon the battered earth. Then, she saw him...the crazy one. He was ivory in the the glimmering sun, and there was a look upon his features of no regret, no looking back. Why did he not care? The stag wasn't well kept, like many presentable spies were. Trackers, good or evil, always looked their best. Their kings would allow them no less.
The torture that the colt was enduring was massive, something she had not seen before in her life. Mentally, the ivory slave stag was gone. He had nothing left to do in the cruel world but bring pain. Like she had heard before, pain comes to all. It doesn't have to come from individuals though, unless they were like the spy. The innocence of a new born foal was a paradox. If he was not taught the ways of life, he would become like Solitude. Confused. They would not know their way. "Don't be a...," she trailed off leaving the word lingering in her mind. Monster she thought, looking down at the bird and smashed flowers again.
Grimly, Angelica looked back to the ebony one with the horn, as he watched the current state of affairs. "Everything is over," she whispered, pain in her soft lyrics. "They are gone...both things that I held dear. That...stupid stag took her away. He is almost dead," she whimpered, not wanting to explain the things she felt. A single crystal tear formed in her eyes as she watched the ivory one saunter closer, fear gripping her soul. No she thought, shaking her ivory masked crown back and forth in dismay. This couldn't be happening. They would never win...
As Angelica heard his next words, she breathed out quickly and began to back away cautiously. She would not be caught in the trap of death. Her final words would not be spoken today. "Good luck," she whispered as she spun on her hind quarters and began to gallop away. Weak the voice echoed in her mind. It made her stop for a moment and clamber immediately back up the hill, back to them - the certain death trio.
More were coming, it seemed. They were all flooding in, and she was the only one that would be different. It was true; she was not like them, and she never would be. It was a mistake to come, a perhaps fatal one. The colt couldn't change, could he? Maybe if he just came with her, just for a while, he could learn her ways. He could be around kind others and meet her daughter, Melodia. They could be friends when she visited. Jegath would treat Solitude as his own son, Angel was sure. He would face no more hate. He would face no more evil. Just love, pure and kind love.
The hoof beats grew in strength as they approached. They had come to claim their slave, their small, pathetic slave. It was only one though, she noticed as she looked grimly to him. He was black, like the night and looked like he had some sort of power. It did not matter though. There was no winning for the side of good nor the side of evil. It was a matter that needed to be faced. The colt was growing up to be the next Corus. They would make sure of that.
Her temper erupted from her so suddenly. "Have you no conscience?" she asked, looking to the unicorn and then back to the spy. "Taking a colt, so young, so innocent and turning him into one like you. Why would you wish that one anyone?" she asked, pleading in her emerald pools to make him stay. Solitude deserved better than this. Perhaps, if he went to the Gemdas, their own personal sufferings would be contented. They both would have happiness swarming around them like bees to to flowers in the spring time. "Colt...please. Remember who you are," she said, wanting to comfort him more. There was no way that this would work out. Someone was going to get hurt, and it would either be her or the colt. It would not be one of the spies, nor would it be the ebony unicorn. They all could stand their own. Angelica, she, could not.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 11, 2010 13:17:52 GMT 8
OOC : I think I'm next to reply, although I wont be replying, until I have finished a conversation with Epona on Sacrifice's behalf, as he is up for adoption and she may be his new rper.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 13, 2010 12:49:01 GMT 8
That was it. He had, had enough with all this. He didn't care anymore, he didn't care for the pain he would soon have to endure as he ran again. His eyes turned black and dark red blood slid to the ground. He felt his body being trampled by the stag, and a small smile appeared on his face. Now Sacrifice would suffer, as he paid him back for his misery. You call yourself a master of torture.. Then I will become you're successor, here and now.
The ground shook as the ground began to break, cracks appearing in the ground. Black lava rose up, spilling on to their bodies. Solitude closed his eyes, knowing what terrible things the black fire would do. First, it was burn and melt the skin of any creature or object, leaving them crying as they burnt. Next.. The lava seemed to evaporate, an odd-smelling odor filled the air. Will come dizziness and confusion.. And later on...They will find they are poisoned, sick with diarrhea that wont leave their bodies for weeks, and their mouths shall be so dry that even the coolest water shall quench their first..
Those were his thoughts as it spewed on to Sacrifice's body and dripped down on to his. His eyes returned to their blood hued color, and watched as some ran towards the unicorn spy. He wanted them to just leave him alone. A real tear spilled out his eye, and the lava began to take affect on his small body. There was a 80 percent chance he would survive, as he was the creator of it, while there was a 50 percent chance adults would survive and an even less chance of foals and pups survived the hell.
He grimaced as his body began to scar, luckily most had gone on to Sacrifice of the small amount that had seeped from the ground. It dripped on to his neck, and he winced, hearing the hiss as it began to dry and evaporate. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his vision began to blur. "Why.. Won't you leave me be?" He whispered quietly and fainted.
OOC : Crappy Post....
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