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Post by lovestogallop on Jul 31, 2006 19:27:09 GMT -5
Cold optics watched from around a corner.
So.. lyric and Craven are here...
Auds pinned backwards. Tossing his crainium he let cold, hard lyrics errupt from his velveteens.
"So Lyric we meet again.."
Walking slowly around the bend, Fury's thick crimson peltage shone darkly as he walked towards them. His ebony banners had grown very long, but he kept both his peltage and his banners at a reasonable length. His lyrics appeared smoothe and cunning, almost in a mocking way.
"So Lyric what a coincidence seeing you here," He said laughing darkly .
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Post by Apollo on Aug 1, 2006 22:29:02 GMT -5
ooc:// ^^ I moved him from the otherside, as I am quiting there. Redwood gave permission.
ic://
"If I were you....I wouldn't take another step."
The dark voice came from the darkness to the side of the trio. It seemed foreign, though it was a voice they all knew, and knew well. One knew it as a savior's voice. The others, a traitor.
His obsidian form mended with the darkness, though soon his masculine form appeared into the moonlight. Audibles were tilted back, chocolate hued optics mature and dark. This stallion seemed so different from the one they had trusted before.
Thrusting his right front pillar into the lowering snow, he stopped. Cranium was raised and wispy, stray strands of his tressals were cutting his vision. His peltage was smooth, his winter coat melted away. All of this due to a early spring elsewhere.
Cold optics looked toward Fury, hate flashing within his gaze. A quick snort emitted from the stud, furthering his warning.
"Anyway why would I want to be you?"
His lyrics ran out mockingly, ticking his windpipe before escaping from ebonite kissers. Though, while he spoke, a thin cloud of steam floated toward the heavens. Shadowed tressals layed silently among his arch boa, grown since the last time he had seen these three.
Turning his gaze toward the large marbled stallion, he felt his insides squirm with heat. Perhaps this feeling was hate, complete and utter hate? Perhaps, so.
Giving a mocking smirk, he tilted his cranium slightly, what would they do? To the one that had broken their trust? Halted the mission....
Made them look like utter idiots.
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Post by lovestogallop on Aug 2, 2006 1:47:14 GMT -5
Fury's auds pinned at the sound-the sound of a traitor. Unexpected... he said silently to himself. Turning his pistons to see the onyx brute, standing in front of him.
"Shut up," his lyrics revealed coldly. "And drop the Lyric savior act it's getting old,"He said orbs narrowing. "Akondo, I'll never let the word stud cross my kissers when I think of you. You gain trust of a horse then stab them in the back," His lyrics were cold and taunting. The blood washed stallion's boa arched in anger. Front peds pawed the ground. Fury's appearence was much more masculine and strong. . The traitor has finally come back after hiding.
Ooc// No muse. Fury is evil *smiles evily*.
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on Aug 2, 2006 2:59:27 GMT -5
OoC:how would you guys feel about me moving Havoc and Dusk here ? im thinkin about doin that but im not sure yet.. IC:Deviously bright orbs observed the cuase of all the problems in his short time being among the massive trees that had come to be a kind of safty feature of his. If he wanted to he could kill her right now. A single blow of his massive ebony hooves could do the trick. But thats not what he wanted. He didn't want her to go so peacfully as if in a sleep he wanted her to feel the biting pain of a slow meandering slice across her delicate boa. He wanted her to scream out in agonizing pain. And he wanted it all to happen on this night. Ofcourse there would be a group of wandering equine to hear the burst of tormenting agony but they would more than likely arrive to late to save her pathetic life. And not soon enough to catch the fleeting shadow of a satisfied executioner. He rolled the ecstatic images in his mind for a while. Practically tasting the blood soaked ground that would surround her fragile onyx form. He had left reality for too long ... A chorus of hastily picked verses flowed from that arrogant maw of his leader. For once in his life he felt anger upon the stud. He always came at the most inoppurtune times. If it hadn't been for the rude entrance her corpse would be laying at his delicatly feathered lombs. He let his orbs roll with displeasure as Fury cut in to the frail conversation that no longer existed. This was going to be a long night. Further proof of the time situation appeared from the shadows with a threat. Craven smiled with all the cunning of a fox within the confines of a hen house as the obsidian stud withdrew from the shadows. This was gatting to be eerily amusing. A frail limb thrust into the blanket of thin snow as a infuriated gaze rested upon Fury. Seemed business was far from finished. He couldn't help but smirk when the broad faced stud took a cheap shot at Fury. " Anyway why would i want to be you ". Lyrics of a bored soul trying to be the center of attention yet again. It appeared that this stallion liked to be the topic of conversation. Taking time from his thoughts he looked back to the still form of Lyric. She was silent as a ghost trying to figure out what was going on. Poor creature, they were all so slow. Fromthe corner of his eye he caught the image of Akando. What was he looking at. Apparently he had changed his hateful gaze from Fury to himself. " See something you like?"Craven let the mocking verse seer into the thick headed studs brain. Maybe he was smart enough to get the joke or maybe he was as dull as the rest. Amusement was held in a tight ball within as he meandered closer to Lyric. He could finish this all right now. With the mare gone he would fall to the ground as quickly as Kadaj had. Oh and he knew the lot of the stories. How a small roan stud had taken on the beast of a leader from Fort treehouse and lived. All through the grapevine and how sweet the wine had tasted... how very sweet.
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Post by BlackThunder on Aug 2, 2006 8:06:43 GMT -5
The eyes of a gentle soul watched from the shadows of the night. He had noticed these brutes were in the area and had a feeling he knew what they were going after. He watch with hatred as these bucks squabbled over a mare. He had a distinct hate of the other gypsy. He felt somewhat challenged by him from his mere presence. His audits swiveled as another dark stallion appeared into the fray. He had a feeling that this situation no longer was centered on the fae. He watched the 'hero' speak and heard the crimson rogue's reply to his joke.
"Traitor? He must've been a mare stealer at one time like these other sick beasts."
He then listened to the marbled brute's remark that sickened him.
"What is there to like?" He replied from the darkness then stepped up to reveal himself. He snorted with distaste, fog forming at the stud's nostrils.
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Post by lovestogallop on Aug 2, 2006 12:29:51 GMT -5
"If you value your life," Fury said to the ignorant new horse. "I would shut up right about now. Butt out. This doesn't involve you," His lyrics revealed cold and bitter. His velveteens were curved into an uncomfortable and bitter smile.
Fury was mad. He wanted lyric dead. She would've betrayed him... just like everyone else he got close to. "Maybe it was a bad time for me to butt in... oh well. I want to help be the cause of Lyric's blood all over. I want my knives to be drenched in it."
His icy blue orbs scrutinized the surroundings. Akando was here again, just this time he was doing the threating. Lyric was here as well. Craven was here too, just he seemed pretty ticked.
Fury's diversion was to fight akando. Hopefully Craven would kill Lyric while he was fighting and then he didn't care what happened to himself.
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Post by Apollo on Aug 2, 2006 13:32:40 GMT -5
*alright, stopping it here.*
Posting Order
- Lyric
- Akando
- Craven
- Thunder
- Fury
*starts when Allura posts Lyric.*
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Post by Allura on Aug 2, 2006 18:21:15 GMT -5
Ooc// Thanks Apollo, for waiting =] Fear.Hatred. Disgust. Surprise. Fury. Shock. and again, Fury.
All these feelings swelled through Lyric's form within a few moments. Starting at the arrival of Fury.
As she prepared to snap back at the crimson brute, a familair voice broke the silence. Surprise and a flash of hope churned inside the piebald mare as she watched the chocolatey stud that had freed her emerge into the moonlight. His words were cold and crisp, and at his second sentence Lyric's velvet's played into a smirk.
At Fury's and the large Gypsy stud's responses, Lyric felt her hate and disgust grow.
She glared at Craven as he moved slowly towards her, thinking she wouldn't notice. She rolled her dark pools and laughed to herself.
But still, she was unable to get in a any words, for yet another surprise came.
Thunder.
The onyx stud appeared from the shadow's, with a snippy comment to Craven. She flashed Akando and Thunder grateful smiles. Then laughed cooly and gazed with disgust at Fury as he threatened the the shadowed stud.
"Oh shut up! If you value your life you'll get the bloody H*LL away from here,and never come back!"
She snapped, her pools blazing at Fury. Then she pivoted her hind quarters so she was facing towards the black and white Gypsy. Her orbs held his, filled with hate and anger.
"And you,"
She began, her muscles tensing beneath her painted hide.
"Better get lost as well. You want to kill me, I WILL kill you."
Her voice was calm and cold, although everything about her posture and expression was furious. [/color]
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Post by Apollo on Aug 2, 2006 19:01:38 GMT -5
ooc:// No prob. Fun, Fun...XD
ic://
At the beginning of the crimson stud's lyrics, his audits flattened in a comical fashion. Did Fury think he would be scared off that easily? Holding back the laugh that was bubbling up within his masculine chest, Akando let a amused smirk moved onto his kissers. It seemed he really wasn't popular now, well of course he wouldn't be. Letting those two monster's prizes escape, of course they wanted his blood spilled tonight.
Deciding not to answer Fury's meek reply, that hardly charred him, the ebonite stud let his gaze fall to the large marbled stallion. Large, well more like huge. Audits pricked forward lazily as deep lyrics emitted from the marbled stud. Letting a amused grin run across his profile, a soft chuckle followed. Pondering about how to reply to such a joke, he heard the exact answer sound out from the shadows.
Shooting a glance toward the appearing stud, Akando let a thankful smile appear on his kissers. Moving his gaze back toward the twin monsters, a look of utter disgust fell over him.
Audits pricked to catch Fury's new lyrics as they strung into quite amusing sentences. Oh, this thing involved everyone. Everyone you planned to kill, everyone you planned to ruin. Did they forget, what their plans had been? Akando let a smirk rise to his kissers, where they that hard headed?
Noticing Lyric had finally awoke to what was happening, he caught her grateful smile. Giving his own smile, one more filled with thanks and reasurement. Though as she began to speak, it seemed she was confident with herself. Deep within his lungs, he held a laugh as the mare told off the two studs.
When everything fell into silence, he decided it was his turn.
Stepping forward confidently, he stopped at the side of Lyric. He was only a seconds attack from his opponents, but he had no wish to fight. Turning his chocolate gaze toward the sky, he let a smile move across his kissers. Orbs grew bright, as the reflection of the moon shone into his optics.
"The moon's beautiful, isn't it?"
After his vocals layed into silence, he looked back toward the two studs, a questioning grin among his kissers. Wispy forelock fell over his chocolaty pools, hiding his emotions.
"It reminds me of someone. Someone who I would give my life for. Did any of you ever have anybody like that?"
His lyrics broke the silence cooley, as if he truly meant everything he said. He wished not to fight, he had grown, matured. He no longer was a robust whelp, only caring for himself.
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Post by Crimsonwolfen on Aug 3, 2006 15:03:43 GMT -5
OoC:sorry i have little muse > . < IC:A sharp feeling of displeasure came upon him as a smaller vanner entered the dispute. He felt like a giant among the group of small equine. But that single stud had a voice as anoying as any of the others actions. With a snort he bounded closer to the small stud until the two were eye to eye. " Listen here you puritanical stud. It is not your place to speak among this fray. So respect your elders and go home colt before i send you off with one eye. " He held his furious gaze with the smaller vanner for a few seconds than turned his attention to the mare. She was a harlott among slobbering fools himself not counted among them. Kill him? She couldn't kill a fluffy bunny much less him. He had no need to waste words on her. She knew very well in her subconsious mind that she could not beat him. With an irritated tone he replied to the pathetic verses of Akando. " There is no love in this world, neither is there trust. And you would die for what you think you want. She will leave you soon enough and than we'll see who you'll die for. When your left with with a shattered ego i will be there. TO watch you suffer at your lowest point. "Thoruoghly finished with their nauseating soap opera re-run he left. There was nothing for him here. Nothing at all
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Post by BlackThunder on Aug 4, 2006 16:41:49 GMT -5
OoC//:I doubt that a foot difference would make your horse feel like a giant.
Thunder stared into the rash gypsy's with calm hatred. He snorted at his false assumption of being elder in age. He stomped his powerful hammer and lifted his heavy cranium higher. He then listened to the harsh words given to the other stallion.
"You arrogant monster. Though your threat is very well real, you look to be no older than me."
There is a pause from him.
"You are wrong about there being no love or trust. You must give to recieve,and I don't believe scum like you are good at sharing. How can you say the existance of something isn't real unless you've given it a chance.
OoC//: I'm sorry about the pyness,I've just been so tired lately.
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Post by =Q.u.e.e.n= on Aug 4, 2006 17:10:16 GMT -5
Obsidian fae stood out of the fray underneath a strangled tree. The untouched snow powder risen to her mid-leg. The cold was unbearable, the snow too bright, she felt freezing, but her features untouched by her stress. She had a beauty that was unique, one that had simple elegance mixed with authority that was not in her stature. She was short for her breed, only fifteen hands; which made no sense, since her mother was sixteen hands and her father seventeen hands.
Her breathing slightly altered by the freezing air, making her throatlatch sore, she shivered, making it worse. As she shivered, the steam production increased rapidly, steam exiting her breathers with deep huffs as it curled into nothing. She curled her serpentine and shook away the flecks of snow that daintily laid on her crest, melting, making her colder then she already was. Why was she so cold now? She was wet, covered in river water, she fell into a shallow end of a calm river, barely missing the sometimes deadly undertow that surely would have taken her life. Why bother missing the deadly waters? she thought, Surely it would have done the world better if I were goneā¦ she sighed and looked forward. At a fray of stallions, some were vanners, and some other types that she failed to interpret. There were some mares too, but of course, if there were fraying czars, there would always be a female involved somehow.
She stood, lifting her right frontal wheel slightly and at its side a large gash was revealed, it was probably from a shard of ice on the way over here. It hurt her so much as she looked down at the dripping crimson liquid ooze itself onto the snow below, melting it at the touch and creating a deep red mark. The pool was quite medium in size, her bleeding had decreased rapidly from the cold, but the stinging would not stop. She smirked slightly passed the collapsing pain that gave her leg fatigue. She chose to spectate.
One vanner left by the time that her fatigue nearly consumed her. Her obsidian bodice pulsing with sweat and cold, the water would not dry and her leg would not stop bleeding. She was cold and her warming crimson potion was leaving her at a faster rate then before, frightening her. Soon it got to the point that the pain was relieving her stress, to the point where she did not care if she collapsed, it only did her good. Soon, her legs buckled from under her and she fell into the cold snow below her, the pool of blood oozing onto her. Discoloring her pelt. But somehow, it meant the world to her. Who was this mare?[/color][/sup] Ooc// If I need to take this off, feel free to tell me, and call me a despie, but I wanted something to happen! muar
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Post by Allura on Aug 6, 2006 13:03:38 GMT -5
Occ//: I don't want to say you have to delete your post, but I don't really want the thread to be interrupted. I guess we should wait and see what lovestogallop wants because it's her post next.
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Post by =Q.u.e.e.n= on Aug 6, 2006 16:36:07 GMT -5
alrighty, sorry :shuffles feet:
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