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Post by Atlanta on May 17, 2009 16:33:08 GMT -5
It was dusk, another day having come and was now fading away. The once bright orb of the sun was now barely a sliver on the darkened horizon. The chorus of the night creatures was beginning to resonate in Atlanta's harks. Something else caught her attention, another sound, unnatural to the normalcy of the night. It sounded like cries of protest and angry words. Worried and a bit anxious the ivory femme floated towards the sounds, looking like the ghost she so easily resembled.
A lot had happened to this mare, she had been beaten and broken and lost. She hated to see this happen to others and if such a thing was happening tonight then she would have to put an end to it. She reached the source of the noise, attempting to remain hidden, tough it was hard as she glowed like a beacon in the waning light of the sun. Her violet blue orbs took in the scene, a stag attacking a femme, she seemed helpless. Atlanta thought for a moment, gazing around she moved stealthily around the edge of the clearing. The other mare was down now, and it seemed the stag was contemplating another blow, this was her chance and she took it.
Lunging forward she landed between the maiden and hellion, her harks pinned, ivories bared, he violet blue gaze blazing with malice for the brute.
I suggest you cease your actions
her lyrics hissed between clenched teeth. She didn't waiver her gaze which had become full of hatred.
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Post by taybay on May 17, 2009 17:50:01 GMT -5
Punishment was swift when you acted out of line; and so this was one of the worst Art had inflicted in some time now. The desperate bleats the once beautiful mare had bellowed in the first of the rampage had slowed to a deep gargle as blood filled her esophagus and began to slowly drown the brindle fea at his claret-shined irons. Her chocolate lens rolling into her head in the most unattractive manner as a wave of disgust radiated in the bruno's stomach. She wasn't dead - but without works of a good healer than she would certainly be soon.
Too wrapped into the violence that was being displayed before him - Art didn't detect the entity of the alabaster femoral until she was circuiting the perimeter of something she thought of as stealth and he calculated as mere accurate footing. She was loud in her movements - and when she interrupted his incoming attack 'pon the wench - he wasn't much at all surprised. Some didn't like the punishment he inflicted upon his victims. But what had to be done, had to be done - plain and simple.
Snarl seemed to echo in his larynx as the knight studied the vixen who had decided to step over the carcass and decide to defend the half-deceased equine. So the attack suppose to be inflicted 'pon the unfortunate femoral beneath him was aimed at the dove which had replaced her.
Ivories sank not into skin - but attempted to wrap around the roots of her forelock and twist with obvious dislike. Ripping the threads from the base of her forehead and causing agony on the opposing side. He hoped.
Her words were careless and mean less as she looked like a pitiful figure - defending something that would meet its death to begin with. He couldn't help it as a cackle of amusement escalated to fill the tense air with harsh strummed alto pitch. Suggest all you want honey. But I don't live on suggestions. Malice burned in his shallow depths that served as pupils; you decided to play with fire.
Music: starstruck - lady gaga
Muse: eh. :/
Notes: so, it's terrible
Words: 385
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Post by Atlanta on May 17, 2009 18:10:59 GMT -5
Nares flared as she glanced back at the carcass, barely alive, but still worth the fight, so she hoped. Her hard gaze became lifeless, void of any emotion as she turned back to the hellion. She knew his type well, the kind to punish others for such minor slips, to beat a mare was simple cowardice on his part, but she didn't let on that she knew. Don't give anything away a voice echoed in her head.
The stag lunged for her, managing to take about a fourth of her forelock into his bloodied ivories, she felt the pain of her tresses being ripped from her skull, she let it wash through her, not letting it show, just as she had learned. Suggest all you want honey. But I don't live on suggestions she smirked not replying.
He already had her forelock, why not just help him rip it out. She reared, her forelegs thrashing at his neck and shoulders, coming dangerously close on their descent. she may have made contact couldn't be sure. The pain in her forehead was immense though she still had a good but of the threads left, she felt blood trickle down her map, the pain she tried hard not to show, forcing her body to go into lockdown mode she stood motionless, almost frozen.
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Post by taybay on May 17, 2009 21:33:09 GMT -5
Coward? Explain that to me, darling. It was a fight, she marred my hide like i mangled hers. Face it, I just happen to be the better epicene. The mare was young - younger than he and most likley foolish and naive. To save this femoral would be fruitless and more importantly - useless. He had no idea why he was even here anymore, why fight to only have this maiden look like a member of society? For surely she was doing a pitiful job at it. Hadn't mother ever taught you a women's place is beneath a man?
He felt her threads give way from the powerful tug of his enamels. The strings loose in his mouth as the hellion spat the rugged clippings from his mouth with his tongue. They were disgusting - but they gave her a rather horrid and ugly look. He supposed that was all he was aiming for in the moment - even if going for the forelock was an unstrategic move on his part. But he wasn't being tactful, he just wanted this bitch out of his face.
But she seemed so inclined as to get into his face instead. Thrashing uselessly by rearing on her hind limbs; the stag controlled an hysterical fit of laughter as he merely extended his dome and attempted to snag her neck within his jaws. Ripping his dome back violently as to rip the skin and taint that clean, white canvas of hers. One of her flailing limbs did come in contact with his hefty bodice; in the shoulder where there would indeed be a bruise in the morning. But nothing more than a stiff muscle from the stunning blow right now - but he would carry himself with pride despite the slight ache in his blades.
Then she went motionless. Completely stockstill - like she had died standing up. But he knew this mode, it was lockdown. Now some immense pain would have to break those inner defense for her to come out of the internal shutdown. And so he began - slowly of course.
Labium ran along a front limb - merely extending his shank towards her as to snap it back to his bosom like a rubber band if she decided to try something on him in this mode as if to mask the pain harbouring her diaphragm. Their velvet stage moving across her bosom; nipping softly and almost courting her in a motion. Or so it would seem to an imcoming equine. One forelimb coming a step closer, but stopped as Art smiled wickedly as he embraced her withers within his ivories. Attempting to crunch down on the bone with a sickening crack.
Music: where ever you will go - the calling
Muse: pretty good
Notes: none
Words: 480
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Post by Random on May 18, 2009 16:44:24 GMT -5
[x]The day was waning to an end, and at last circuit of his land all was well. His three mares deciding to end the day by grazing atop the canyon as the sun set behind it. A beautiful sight, the suns multicolored rays dancing on their hides. Though he had a job to do, and unfortunately it did not include stopping to stare at his mare sand the accompanying sunset. No danger seemed to be present, so he let amber optics scan his land once more for any danger before setting off away from the familiar rocken terra he dubbed Druggroot. His pace was slow, not having any reason to waste energy in any swift movements. Rather ebon dipped pistons carried him softly through the terrain change, daggers welcoming soft give of grass. If their pace was quick another could have surely beat him to his destination, and so apparently one had.
[x]Entering into the place of stones auditories detected voices before curious optics could discern any bodies. Though they soon did as pillars hastened in pace. Orbs first wandered over hulking onyx mass, seemingly caressing an alabaster maiden's withers. Not wanting to intrude on anything he almost turned his back, before he took a closer look and discerned the maiden was his mare. Atlanta to be exact, her familiar scent now wafting into his nasal passages. Flicker of doubt as to her intentions actually entered his worried cranium, how could she do this to him? Hadn't see noticed his constant attention on her, how feelings so oftenly conflicted when in her presence. Though again he couldn't believe she would betray him as so, especially with a fire bender. He could smell the stench of soot from even where he stood, a good couple paces away. Suspicions were proven false when the sight of crimson crawling down her otherwise immaculate hide entered his cautious occulors.
[x]Without another thought he charged downward, rage boiling within and threatening to explode into a new side that many had not seen from the otherwise calm and silent stag. Though one thing Karolek would not stand was another doing harm to his mare, and so the anger consumed him as he rushed the hellion that dared touch Atlanta. Only when their two bodies collided in effort to knock the other stag away did he notice the other unrecognizable body that Atlanta stood protectively over. Then things clicked into place, and his fury even heightened if such a thing was possible. Taking a careful stride back after his charge he watched the hessian ever so cautiously, not wanting for him to conceal any other potentially harmful movements to either of the maidens.
OoC||Not my greatest, I apolagize. My muse is waning and I have to go, but didn't wan to leave you waiting lest I don't return for a few hours.
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Post by taybay on May 20, 2009 20:40:36 GMT -5
He had just mangled the near perfect canvas as the aroma of a cologne tanged the sensitive hairs of his nostrils. Roses perked, irritation in the King's movements as he nearly snarled. Ivories releasing from her skin as he watched the incoming stallion bombard his own diaphragm.
They clashed violently - although knowing the attack was coming helped the Knight to brace himself in his pillars but allow abit of movement to absorb the impact of nearly being knocked sideways. Seeing the rage well into the opposing stallion - a smirk of mockery laced his handsome features. For further reference, I would consider keeping this bitch on a leash. Cackle escaped his throat as he spoke; small strides being taken to the two once more as fire seemed to illuminate in the pupils of the lord. Flames licking along his tassels and banner - ringing up pillars as body became scorching hot. The flames seemed to engulf the king as curls of smoke formed from his nostrils. He wasn't mad, but he could provoke these side affects without having to become enraged. He just had too much control.
Music: anything but mine - kenney chesney
Muse: suckish
Notes: -
Words: 220
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Post by Atlanta on May 21, 2009 15:23:24 GMT -5
His teeth barely raked the skin upon her nape, a small scrap to match the large mangled scar that was hidden well beneath her tresses, a constant reminder of her past, much like this stag was.She stood, not feeling anything, not seeing anything, not hearing anything, her mind had drifted back to a different time, a memory she had tried so hard to forget, but it wasn't a memory really, it was a life. She was only partially conscious of the fact that the ebon bastard was about to crack her withers, only partially aware of the fact that he got slightly past the surface of her hide when a blur of gold tumbled into him. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the memory.
she stood in line with a few other mares, she was only about a year old at the time, but they were all underweight. A chestnut hellion stood before them, tearing a bit of flesh from one mare, but the femme stayed completely silent, completely still. Atlanta felt fear and wondered how she didn't cry out. As the stag came to her she shrunk back in fear, this caused a hideous grin to appear upon the bastards face, he lowered his muzzle to her ear as if he was going to whisper something to her, instead he clamped down on it with his teeth and she cried out. This enraged the stag and he rose up on his hind pillars, his front hoof slicing a long wound upon her ivory hide, scarring her forever.
She opened her pools and things came into quick focus, she saw the stag that had been about to cripple her, and another stag, he was golden with onyx tresses, then it dawned on her. It was Karolek, and he was about to take this stag on. She watched as they faced each other, listening to his words, she flattened her ears.
for a bastard that doesn't live on suggestion you sure do give alot of them.
her voice was flat, no mocking, no sarcasm, just flat. She let herself glance at the other mare, it seemed she was no longer breathing, it had been for nothing, and now Karolek might get hurt. All because of her stubborn ways.
o0c:ew..that was bad
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Post by Random on May 22, 2009 21:28:58 GMT -5
[x]Golden chest heaved laboriously, trying to gain enough oxygen for the amount he had exerted in his rushing charge. A couple deep breaths were taken in quick succession, and then the need subsided considerably and his intakes of zephyr lessened. Amber occs watched the other stag intently, not straying even a millimeter from his detestable dish. Karolek prided himself in being a very calm and level-headed equine, though at his moment the only thing that resided within him was raving wrath. In his eyes the stag wasn't even worthy of life, if the things he did in his spare time was murder innocent souls and torture anothers mare. Though still he wouldn't have been half of angered if he heard the story from anothers maw, but to see the sight for himself and for Atlanta to be caught in the middle of his schemeings just made him want to almost sink down to the brutes despicable level.
[x]The arrogant lyrics he spoke didn't help the situation either, only angering the boiling King further. Of course he was still in mind enough to not let this effect him lest violence had to occur, even though he hoped it did not. He held his fair share of battles when he was younger and naive, and didn't wish to resort to that sort of lifestyle again. He would only succumb to that if he threatened Atlanta anymore, and hopefully the steed would be smart enough to know not to push him past his breaking point. "She is allowed to roam wherever she like," he spoke in a state of strange calm. Though carefully glazing his word with an err of undeniable threat. He didn't feel the need to spill Atlanta's name to the hideous stallion, he simply didn't deserve it.
[x]"I'd also like to recommend you keep your ivories off any mares that don't belong to you," opposing steed advised, verse spoken without any tone that suggested he had an choice to follow this advice. If possible he wished he could protect the poor maidens that were certainly only under his rule by force, but he didn't want to get involved with the workings of another element unless absolutely necessary. For the nameless 'quine was most definitely of the fire nation, wearing its emblem of flames on his onyx tresses. The ground they all stood upon rumbled menacingly, threatening to break open and let the abhorred black knight fall to his death deep within the earth. Of course that would mean he was just as bad as his foe, and he wouldn't let himself go down that road lest it be a last resort.
[x]Fleeting glance wandered over to the poor vix that laid peacefully on the emerald stalks. He feared disturbing her by his workings, though by her looks she had long ago took her last breath and was now lost to his world. Poor soul, to be taken by such a abomination as this brujo seemed to be. Nares inhaled the sickening scent of blood, the rust like stench overwhelming and just so horrible. A worried glance was sent to his alabaster maiden, and he wished to comfort her in this scene of despair. Though he knew she could take care of herself quite well, and now his attention was needed to be focused on the devilish creation that stood unharmed before him.
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Post by taybay on May 22, 2009 21:47:25 GMT -5
He chortled as he seemed to circuit the beautiful gem; she was an precious beauty indeed - and something the Fire king would love to take for his own. Ivories ran across her shoulder blades and down her spinal chord as his cackle rose in the tense air surrounding the three equines. A spitfire, aren't you? Somebody should teach you to hold your tongue. Venom seemed to curl from his throat as he paid no attention to the masculine who seemed so intent on persecuting him for something that could have rightfully been his. Tossing his flaming locks - the King continued to circle the beautiful Essa with a predatory slink to his motions.
Ah! That's why this headstrong bitch found herself in my business! Well if you don't want her filleted, you should implement some manners. He spit upon the mare as he spoke; chortling in mockery as he traced her throat with his tensing jowls. Dragging across her skin as if proclaiming her death and demise at his very wish. I can put myself anywhere I wish sire, I would recommend keeping your wench closer than you would like. Somebody might come and decide to tame her headstrong habits. he laughed like a madman once more; occs rolling in their deathbeds as he felt the Earth shake beneath his ornate columns. Shaking his diaphragm and tousling his strands as 'brow' rose in amusement. Send me into the depths of hell, for I am sure going their anyways. You will only speed up the process, but if you are so afraid of losing to such an equine - than you can use the easy way out. Labium drug along her haunches in mock courting; enticing the fiery nature of the Earth stallion as he rubbed along the side of his female. Tainting her intoxicating perfume with the deep and musky scent of his own. But you wouldn't bend here, for bending here is prohibited. If you do, then surely it would wreck your attempts to make eden. The stallion chuckled with amusement; continuing to cling close to this alabaster equine as he laced her scent with his aroma of soot and decaying flesh.Try and win, you wont.
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Post by Atlanta on May 23, 2009 7:01:12 GMT -5
She watched as the ebon stag circled her, her hide twitching where ever he touched her, twitching in the same way she would rid herself of a fly, and it seemed he was just that, a pest trying to get under her skin, to break her down and tame her. ha.
Her audits laced back to her skull, her eyes were dangerous as she glared at the stag A spitfire, aren't you? Somebody should teach you to hold your tongue. she snorted.
Many have tried, but apparently it didn't work. I wouldn't want to waste your time of course, I'm sure you've got other equines smaller than you to pick on.
she retorted. She hated how he smelled, it made her stomach heave and her nostrils burn. She gazed at Karolek, letting him, and only him, see a small glimpse of what was going through her mind, Panic, rage, fear, pride, stubbornness, confidence. Then she let her eyes go cold as the stag taunted Karolek, it seemed that this stag was stupid, did he not know he was going up against the Earth King? Did he not know that Karoleks bending abilities greatly outweighed his. She decided she would be kind and let him figure it out on his own. His next words however, were only partially correct, bending was not fully prohibited but strictly limited, and as king Karolek should know that very well.
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Post by Random on May 24, 2009 17:36:03 GMT -5
[x]The element of surprise washed over the Earth King's distressed crown, marveling at how the antagonist could so easily continue with his doings. It was if he didn't expect him to retaliate, or at least thought he would win if a fight did indeed result. There were so many weaknesses visible in his actions, and he merely relied on the fact that Karolek would obey the rules of the land. Level-headed, just, loyal, patient, loving, they were all qualities that certainly applied to this high King, but that didn't mean he was perfect. Emotions always clouded his thoughts, actions and judgment, and at this particular scene any thought of his own self-preservation, or obedience to unspoken rules of the land blew away with the stray breezes remaining from spring.
[x]Having been King of his own element in these lands led him to thoroughly know each and every area, his occs even leading him to survey others lands when circumstances permitted. Likewise he knew that the use of bending was very frowned upon in this particular area, and as King he should respect this concealed law. At the same time, he found the sight of the abominable hession's velvets gliding along Atlanta's features revolting and nauseating at best. It left him visibly distraught, and this was something he didn't see fit to use the energy to conceal. And as the smokewash'd hellion spewed lyrics they only cut deeper into the golden stag's heart, making the urge to open up the ground beneath him and let it swallow him whole grow more realistic every minute."She pays due respect to those that have earned it," he spoke, using any restraint that remained in his built hulk to refrain from lashing out at that present moment. Verses conveyed this openly, so carefully laced with resentment.
[x]Tanned aerials listened grudgingly as more nonsensical, futile and idiotic words were spilled from the colt's naive mind. "Don't push me stag, if those words were attempts to land a blow to my pride you are foolish. I'd be doing the world a favor by allowing the earth to swallow your hideous corpse," he spat, fury unraveling onto his once calm demeanor. No intentions of a calculated and organized battle were to be found within royal steed's internal dealings. The hessian would leave Atlanta and himself alone or all hell would break lose, the nefarious brute didn't deserve his patience or justice, and thus would get none. "You greatly underestimate someone who immensely over-ranks you, even if of another element. Eden has no place in my heart, so rethink your actions or deal with the consequences," verses spilled with the tone completely flat. No sarcasm, no rage, no begging. He didn't need a tone to convey his feelings on the matter, it was so clearly shown on his infuriated mass.
[x]Twin spires had halted intensiveness long ago, and were now plastered smoothly against his skull. Just as slate cords whipped furiously against hide in anger and occs were narrowed to focus clearly on every single movement of the beast. No more self-control was left within the afflicted Kings possession, and so when enamels once again slid past Atlanta's skin roots immediately sprung out from the ground and wrapped themselves tightly around deranged pistons. It needn't matter they weren't near any tree, his powers were well above such meager things. And as of so, he hadn't broken the hidden rule of limited bending. Not that he wasn't prepared to if need be. Nevertheless, grasping fingers of earth clenched inflexibly from cannon bone of the enemy and pulled strongly in the opposite direction. Enough to stumble him, enough to break the delicate bone, enough to throw him clear to death and back. Simply it was a very harsh pull, and the result would depend solely on his reaction to this unexpected occurrence.
[x]Grasp remained while he waited for how things would play out, but he hoped time allowed him to steal a glance at Atlanta's face. Gauge her reaction perhaps, or maybe he just needed to remind himself how this rage that was so unlike himself had overwhelmed him so. He was literally lost in it, heart turning cold and feeling no pity whatsoever for the wretched beast. Not that he deserved it, the only thing that was deserving of this demon was hell itself and if something didn't break this chain reaction Karolek would surely send him there. For emotion so deeply set, so unbreakable, had been set upon the alabaster maiden and he could do nothing to sever it. He would willingly put his life the hand to protect any members of his herd, that was just the selfless type he was. And for this demonic creature to threaten Atlanta and then proceed to defile her beautiful hide as so, well it just awoke the beast that had been so carefully hidden. Eden could go to hell too.
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Post by taybay on May 24, 2009 23:20:29 GMT -5
listen and wait for
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the echo of angels who wont return
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Art could see it; in the flicker of hatred, disgust, and nonacceptance of the actions of the hellion. Karolek thought of him as a roach; a pest that he could tromp under and get rid of when he needed to have it done. But this was one big and damn persuasive cockroach at his heels at the moment- and he would need more than a newspaper to rid him of this animosity.
In Art's eyes Karoleck was weak. If he cared so much about the beauty that he molested now and would so gladly mangle if he provoked him - then he should have taken actions by now.He should have come and attempted to bash in the opposing cranial juncture with his heels - but no; ivories traced down her smooth back and down a well-defined hip of the Earth King's little wench with a glee to his motions that invoked his love for the game of life. I could care less about the respect she may have for some equines. If need be, I will make her respect me. I only care about tarnishing that lovely little clean uterus of hers. Her stench elicited in his nostrils as he in took gulps of the pungent aroma that flecked her skin; drawing stallions to her hide like flies in the breeding season. She was vulnerable as he merely disregarded her phrases; she was merely an object that babbled to him now.
You assume too much. I merely state the facts, but considering your reactions, I'm doing a pretty good job about slicing that little fragile heart of yours. He smirked in relish as he watched the King proceed with no poker face. If Karoleck has simply kept that impassive gesture and ceased such destructive antics - maybe they wouldn't be in this predicament at the moment. He knew he was toying with the emotions of someone that outranked him - but when you wield an element of destruction, then you could sure as hell depict your power where you need it. Fight fire with fire. But wood burns - and oh, does it burn.
The knight - anticipating anything; felt the constriction of the roots that laced his limbs like a bad pair of cross-gartering. In his pleasure of seeing these beings be enraged; his temperature had already spiked. Feeling the constriction of the bone-shattering force, fire burned the stalks and rushed along the Earth at an alarming rate. I could burn your whole livelihood & you could send me pummeling to my death. But who would loose more? For if you opened the Earth, in proximity to your beloved, she would be lost also. The stallion had diverted his intentions and soon her diaphragm was lost. She was a toy and he could find another to sedate his needs if need be. One step came closer to the Earth king as brow arched as yawn escaped his maxilla.
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muse: good
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Post by Atlanta on May 25, 2009 0:00:18 GMT -5
The scene before her was unraveling into something terrible. As she gazed at Karolek she saw the other side of him, the one she did not recognize, he seemed lost to her now, but she could feel his rage boil up into the atmosphere, and she took hold of the energy, letting it engulf her, if Karolek was going to fight then so was she. He was here because of her, and now it was time to pay back favors.
I could care less about the respect she may have for some equines. If need be, I will make her respect me. I only care about tarnishing that lovely little clean uterus of hers. her tail clamped tight, by sheer instinct. Her harks had melted into her cranium and her head was raised in anger. As he passed her flanks she stood, waiting, then lashed out with a hind dagger, almost positive she made an impact. She seemed irrelevant to him now, a mere toy. This made her rage burn brighter.
Why was she still standing here? Why did she not just move over near Karolek. She thought for a moment, still listening to the words spewing from their mouths. They were just words though, they hurled empty threats at one another. She lifted a foreleg and struck the ground, standing still for a moment, the earth began to rumble. She was pissed.
Enough!
her vocals were clear and authoritative. She stared them both down before taking a step so she was infront of them both.
Enough of this meaningless verbal battle. I have seen cowardice in both of you and I think we can come to some sort of...pact, perhaps?
She turned to look at Karolek.
You are the Earthen King, and should not stoop so low as to threaten a lower opponent, it simply draws the whole ordeal out. If you were to have hurt him you would have done so by now. Remember yourself M'lord.
Her gaze turned to the namless ebon stag.
and you she sneered coldly Where would I begin with you? Ah, perhaps the fact that you seem to have a need to use me as a shield, do not deny it for you were hiding behind me, using me so he wouldn't throw you to the depths of hell as he should have. You beat those who are weaker than you. You're a sadistic coward. nothing more, nothing less.
She gazed at them both, her eyes flat and daring.
Now, since I seem to be the cause of all this childish nonsense then perhaps there is something we can all agree on...death and breeding are both out of the question however. So instead of bickering like colts let me see some real leadership and let me see you settle this like the stallions you are, with as little violence as possible.
she said no more, her gaze, cold and ruthless, flickered from one to the other.
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Post by taybay on May 25, 2009 8:37:08 GMT -5
listen and wait for
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echoes of angels who wont return
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She stood there like an imbecile through this whole ordeal and merely watched as these stallions bickered and fought over relatively nothing. Art found it humorous and had fought to keep his face from breaking into a smirk of mockery. Now the little nameless whore had decided to speak; and she had literally put her foot down. But this game was becoming boring, so he listened with some half-attentive nature and awaited another outburst from her that was obviously because he found her less than equine. It was clear in the enraged way she through her head and her limb aimlessly; making the slightest contact with his shoulder which would only leave him with maybe a knotted muscle. Obviously she wasn't very strategic.
She seemed to fondly speak of this intruder who had decided to body slam him in the beginning. Now he did break out into a suave smile as he edged from the physique of Atlanta and took one step forward towards the Knight. Although your wench is a fool - she only spits half truths, M'lord. Although that little smile of mockery remained on his chiseled tableau, the fire equine proceeded to stand in front of the Leader with a calm reserve for his power. Indeed, this bruno had most defiantly earned his respect. But somewhere within the dialog that she attempts to take a blow at my pride; she does hold true meaning. Bonce lowered along with shank, a bow to the other knight in not submission - but acceptance. Art didn't look to die, but he would look for a fight. He had sure as hell gotten one, and he would only train harder and bend quicker for when the need truly arose. Maybe they would battle one day if this little tiff was resolved, what was all the hubbub about anyways? I was looking to see the power you beheld, and I saw only a meager fraction of it. But it was enough; you did entitle me some bruises and i entitled the land some burn marks. A shrug seemed to ripple through his shoulders as the behemoth withdrew; pride without arrogance lifting in his steps as he turned from the two and the mangled carcass.
Pace picked into a free-willing trot as he continued past the maiden without reserve for her life, he basically trotted through her if he could. She was a toy and her playtime was up for the moment. Although contrary, he could return. Shaft arched regally to allow his handsome facade to touch his bosom as threads jostled along its thick shaft. Then all movement stopped; halting square on the tree line as the solider would make his departure. Serious inquiries in his tones as he spoke. I would warn that whore of yours. Even if you don't deal punishment like I do, I'm not the only thing she should fear. Sub-herd kings are the worst, and my daughter has got caught up with one named Gambler. Just a piece of mind, guidelines are always good. Then, he turned his dome around. Started his pace once more - and trotted away without making one single nose. No rustle in the trees, no small creatures flinting away, no hoof beats on the soil. Call him a fool, coward, or any other derogatory name - but you're only trying to comfort yourself. 'Cause if art wanted you, he would have taken you - and these equines were merely part of a game that he so richly lavished in. In the adrenaline rush. His own personal high. He wouldn't return here unless provoked by either the mare or the stallion again. just a pawn in his game.
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muse: it was very good, in my opinion. ^^
notes: he backed down, but i promise if lanta says the wrong thing, he will come back and attempt to kill her. warning.[:
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Post by Random on May 25, 2009 16:25:41 GMT -5
[x]Why did he tempt him so? Spewing such vile words and gliding his rotten death across his maiden's delicate hide. Karolek couldn't even figure out his motive for this, did he honestly just want Atlanta or was his goal to break himself down to his level? Did he want to die? Even as the hellion brunt through the roots that held him hostage so easily, it didn't mean that he was necessarily one up on the Earthen King. Fire spread dangerously throughout the land, threatening to consume every living thing in its pass. Whether it had a soul or not. Without even a moments hesitation soil uplifted itself from the ground and suffocated the greedy flames before they could burn anything more. The only emotion that the tawny stag was feeling was complete and utter rage, to the point when he it would just be a great relief to get rid of the monstrous beast once and for all.
[x]There were so many ways to kill him, ones that didn't even involve opening the earth and risking Atlanta's falling into its grasp also. Even though he had the power to direct the earth to only sweep up the aflame steed without even a rumble to be felt beneath Atlanta's ivory hooves. Still, he did not do such things. Even as fury swept through him in quick, hot successions he still held his ground without any further threats. Not words were spilled, for teeth were so firmly clamped that his verses would only be grunts if he attempted to do so. He was not going to sink down to his despicable level, for even though he talked the talk the arrogant stag hadn't physically caused pain to either of the parties since Karolek's arrival. This led him to believe the brute was merely toying with the two of them, though that wasn't something that particularly calmed the infuriated King either.
[x]Before actions could be made Atlanta stepped forward, placing herself dangerously between the two opponents. A harsh warning gaze was sent her way as his muscles tensed to charge the hessian if he made any more contact whatsoever with her delicate bod. Her first word uttered was to be expected, though as she went on confusion was evident in his facade. Was he calling him a coward? The only reason for his restraint was to not sink down to the horrendous level the other stag resided in. How could she not see this? Question was answered as she continued on with her speech, and a smile almost fought his way to sienna mug. Almost. Nevertheless it would all be sorted out later, now was the time to focus on the brujo who oddly seemed receptive to Atlanta's wise, calm words. Now the stag spoke, and although Karolek had calmed down considerably he was still uptight like nothing most could have imagined.
[x]"If you, honestly, just wanted to see if I deserved my position as King you could have asked me to an organized battle, civilly. I do not appreciate your toying with my mares, and I ask politely that you refrain from doing so in the future," he spoke with authority though calm once again flooded through his lyrics. He wasn't threatening him-for the hellion had strangely enough shown new-found respect-he was just merely stating a fact. He needn't know what exactly would be done to him if he found him around one of his mares again, that could be left up to his imagination. But Karolek had gotten his point across, and hopefully the brute was experienced enough to understand. "I appreciate your concern, but I like to handle things my own way," he finished with one last verse and a farewell nod in his direction.
[x]Attention now shifted to the alabaster femora, though occs still carefully watched as the hellion strode away. Features spelled only confusion at this matter, internal dealings of the King all twisted and utterly conflicted. A long ago hidden stag had emerged from this normally peaceful King, and he wasn't sure what to do with him. Hatred still filled his veins for the despicable monstrosity, though he knew he couldn't kill him for fear of what it might do to the real Karolek. What Atlanta might think, what a just and strong King should do. All things that made him stand his ground and not go hurdling after him. It would take some time to shift back into his peaceful nature, and he wasn't sure if he even should. Would it have been better to just kill the hessian at first sight? Or if he had done that would he have lost himself in rage? Karolek was far from weak, he just couldn't decide if he had done the right thing or not. Or if he'd do the right things in the future. This meeting ha really changed him for life.
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