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Post by mystic on May 25, 2009 1:05:40 GMT -5
 My hooves carried my limbs over a rocky surface. The path to the river was always a rough path, but whose to say that rough wasn't always better? For me, it twas taking the path that was less travled that in the end turned out the better way. If everybody took that same path, we would soon grow bored in our travles. We had to move out of outr way to get where it is we are going in a diligent amount of time. We may take longer to get there, but in the end , the pain is the best part of the journey.
I stepped over a few rather large rocks, and kept my eyes narrowed to the ground. If I didn't watch my feet, I would slip into the earth. The earth was not always kind to me. My element, water, was the kindest to me. The only thing now that would carress me when I was alone, when I needed to be conforted, The only thing in this world that had not hurt me, either physical pain, or mental pain.
I always slept right through the silence before the storm. My mind was always telling me that someday I would see her again. But the thing was, did I want to? Ria..... I had not seen her in two years now. She was gone from my life, and If I saw her again, I don't know how I would react. My anger had welled up inside me to an extent after I left that a hurricane had erupted. My darkness surrounded me all the time. I could not escape it. Now I did not care about the surrounding rocks, my mind was absent from my body. Lifted away from my spirit now, in its own place.
I lifted my dial, and before I was aware, my hooves were pounding the rocks. I was flying before them, toward the water. One last rock was in my way. My front limbs lifted from the ground and I cleared the rock, that was, until my back hoof clipped it. I tumbled through the air, landing on my back, skidding across the gravelly turf. My green orbs were closed, until I had finished sliding. Parts of me stung like a thousand bee's. I oddly enjoyed the feeling of unbearable pain. I put my four limbs beaneathe me and lifted myself up. My legs were cut and bloody, and I could only feel the blood running down my neck and my back. The feeling of the warm liiquid is one I was used to. One I enjoyed.
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Post by darkmoon427 on May 25, 2009 1:38:23 GMT -5
 The river was not far from where I already stood, and it was about time I got something to drink. Walking slowly my hooves made little sound on the grass beneath me. But my mind was on something other then getting a drink, it was once more on Acheron. I could never keep him off my mind. My dear friend and one I had such feelings for had left my world for about two years now. If my search for him ever ended, and if I found him, I would be overjoyed. Just to see him again, for I never forgot what he looked like, I could still tell another everything about him. Tail swished as I approached the water, my ears flicked forward. Something wasn't right as I heard the sound of another horse falling to the ground. It was in the river actually, sighing I laughed to myself. It was probably some animal being stupid on the slippery rocks of the river.
As the river came to my view I saw the animal, a stallion. But there was something different about him. He looked so much like Acheron, but it couldn't be, could it? No there had to be something wrong with me, I just had him on my mind to much. Yet he was right there and everything about the stallion told me it was him. As of the moment he was cut up, but I couldn't convince myself it was someone else. For once in years a smile pulled across my features, it was him. But had he forgotten me? Had he moved on? Sighing I pushed those thoughts back and looked to him. My eyes were on him in shock, "Acheron?" I asked softly, wanting to make sure this stallion was him. I knew it in my own mind, but it could be someone else.
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Post by Random on May 25, 2009 14:33:55 GMT -5
Golden pistons carried the ominous stag faithfully along the waters edge, so close that with one misplaced step he could fall into the dangerous waters below. Though no such step was taken, rather he skillfully ran upon the median that separated the two elements. He really didn't know what his purpose was here, he was not on a quest for someone or something and had satisfied his hunger and thirst earlier. He was just wandering, something that he had done ever since the massacre of his previous herd.They deserved it, his voice reassured him and he unwillingly agreed. They were merely going to murder him when the time was right, and he killed them before they could do so. It was only the instinctual act of self-preservation, so why should he feel even that small twinge of guilt? He shouldn't. And thus he didn't.
Onyx pools surveyed the land he tread upon, seeing if there were any life forms present. Not as far as eyes could see, for they only found the river and then open plains all around. He knew where he was, he was at another land of the elements. He had been born at a similar place, to an Air herd. Though he was the little reject that was born without any powers, and so shunned, doomed to death and oh so greatly underestimated. Well he had certainly showed them, hadn't he? Yes you did, you were better then them, they were just foolish to underestimate you, another voice comforted him and he snorted in response. As much as the voices might seem helpful, they truly were just a nuisance that he wished would just go the hell away. Not that they ever did, for this was actually a relatively good day for him. So far, at least.
Sensitive nares took a deep breath in, filtering the variety of scents that wafted around in his nasal passages. Equines, he recognized almost instantly. Pace quickened as the stag's excitement at this new revelation grew. Yes of course they could be here to kill him, that thought never left his mind. It was a delusion of course, but to him it was based firmly on reality. Almost everyone was a spy or assassin sent back to murder him from the few remaining equines of his otherwise demolished herd. Though through his travels he was quite surprised to find out that quite a few turned out to be just innocent equines, and so he learned to give others the benefit of the doubt before accusing them of anything. Don't be too trusting, a voice warned him harshly though he merely ignored it by pushing it to the back of his mind.
Perspiration beaded up on his glimmering flaxen coat, the suns rays beating harshly on his back though this was not what his attention was focused on. Rather it was the two equines that slowly came into view as he moved closer, one bloody and bruised lying on the earthen floor and the other a speckled fae standing a few paces distant to the stag. What an interesting scene it sure was, and he figured they didn't seem the kind that were sent to murder him so he trotted within their view with a cocky grin plastered on his honeyed velvets. "Well don't you look bloody awful," he commented on the masculine that crimson consumed. Gaze now transferred to the maiden with a glimmer of curiosity in his devilish abysses. "Well hello beautiful," he commented with a cackle and strode suavely to her side. Oh yes, he was feeling great today.
[Not my best, but it shall do.]
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Post by mystic on May 25, 2009 15:06:14 GMT -5
I smirked slightly as the pain consumed my entire body. The liquid falling off my skin as if it was never meant to be there in the first place. I shook, as a few drops ran down my face. My orbs scanned the horizon, toward the river. I perked my ears up then, what was that sound? A smell, so familiar. No... It couldn't be... "Acheron?"
[/color] I spun my hocks and saw her. It was her. It had to be. I stood there, not moving as the crimson liquid ran down my body. Ria....? I was stunned. Had she really come back? Or was it all a dream? The pain ensured me that this, my friends, was not a dream. I did not move, standing in the same spot, hardly breathing. My insides seemed to be twisting around upon eachother. I heard anouther voice appear behind me. This one unfamiliar. I turned my bloodied head to see a golden stallion. I spun the rest of me to face him. " Well don't you look bloody aweful. The stallion had a bit of an accent. I lowered my head to face him. And who are you to say such things? Have you taken a look at yourself lately?[/color] I snorted and bobbed my head, pawing at the ground a few times, never taking my green orbs from this stallion. "Well Hello Beautiful." This rose my anger up. I lifted my head to my full height, and glared at him, my dark glare boring into him. Say it again, I dare you. I lowered my head, and I felt the river lapping at my hocks. Ready to attack when I told it to do so. Just say it.[/color] My glare was focused on the wench who dared intrude on my reunion. My ears pinned flat against my head, I was going to kill him if he took a step closer.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by darkmoon427 on May 25, 2009 15:30:44 GMT -5
As Acheron recognized me my hopes skyrocketed, he remembered me. That was the important thing, although my thoughts were confused and me and Acheron had a lot to talk of that would have to wait. For another stallion had walked into the area, as he spoke to Acheron with harsh words I pinned my ears back. That he would not get away with, stallion or not I wouldn't take that, and I knew Acheron wouldn't either. My mind was more focused on Acheron at the moment but I had this annoying stallion to deal with quickly.That shouldn't take long, but it was just the fact that this stallion was ruining this.
As the stallion spoke to me and walked by my side I looked to the river. Pulling the water out of the river, I let it flow over to me creating a circle around myself. It didn't fully cover my form, just a small ring surrounding me. Glancing to the stallion I glared at him, a small warning to what I was about to do. "Back off stallion." I snapped at him, as I moved over toward Acheron. Keeping the water around me, I watched the stallion carefully, any move he made would result in an attack by both me and Acheron I could tell that much.
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Post by Random on May 25, 2009 16:54:09 GMT -5
Straw cords slashed at the intruding stallion, driving off the pests that swarmed around his sweat drenched mass. They buzzard around his twin spires, and he flicked them away while trying to focus all attention on the two 'quines that stood before him. They seemed bewildered to find each other here, as if two friends who hadn't seen each other in quite some time. Breathing the other's name is utter disbelief and all, well that was kind of a give away. Obviously they didn't quite appreciate his encroachment in their little meeting of sorts. The battered stag rose up from the ground where he previously laid and spun around to face Stix, features clearly spelling rage. What the hell? He was just being himself, it wasn't like he was really insulting him. Just stating a hard fact based on truth alone, seriously, get a hold of yourself. Maybe he's here to kill you, his voice spoke convincingly and he narrowed his dark occs in response.
"I am Stix, and as matter of fact I looked at my reflection in the river just a moment ago. I gotta say, I'm pretty bloody handsome," he chuckled, tossing his golden locks in mock conceitedness. In truth he had, in fact, saw his reflection lately and it was just as it always was. Large, scarred and golden. Not extraordinary by any means, and he was far from thinking he was the most handsome stag on the planet, but at least he wasn't bloodied. He just liked to get underneath others skin, although no hint of ulterior motives other then to annoy him were present. Even though he kept a very close eye on the dappled , not wanting to be caught by surprise and murdered like a naive colt. It could be very true he was sent by the remaining remnants of his tribe...
New threat was found when the angered brute dared him to repette his last words, and he merely laughed at this request. "Well, mate, it would be sort of awkward for me to direct that toward you," he cracked, shaking his head in feigned disbelief. Oh yes, he enjoyed taunting this up-tight stag and he wouldn't stop until he grew bored of it. Of course the voice had something to say about this, don't underestimate your opponents, it chimed and Stix nodded. He knew this all too well, and that was way beneath his jokester attire he was ready to spring into action when need be.
Now the alluring fae took defensive also, using the rivers water as a shield that hovered around her figure. Suspicious stirred, as he had expected them both to be air benders. Well she was certainly of water heritage, though the stags was still to be decided. "Sheesh, don't throw a wobbler on me. Oh, and love, you're cheating. See I wasn't blessed with those fancy dancy abilities of yours," he uttered with a roll of onyx pools. Stupid, you just showed them they have an advantage over you, his voice spat and he merely grunted. Yeah, so he got a bit caught up in his jokes...but really, they seemed to juts have a wild hair up their ass. Not really the assassin type you see, although his voice thoroughly disagreed. And you seriously don't want to see the voices get angry.
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Post by darkmoon427 on May 27, 2009 20:07:46 GMT -5
Tossing my head up as stranger now known as Stix went on, irritation built up in me. Stix was not someone I wanted to see, for he had no care that me and Acheron had just met up. And even if we were to tell him, he wouldn't leave us be, I knew that for a fact. As Stix spoke, my anger just got worse and worse, I had no patience to deal with him at the time. Ears remained pinned as I glared at Stix he needed to stop and soon, as his last sentence reached my ears I smirked. For this amused me, cheating? Oh no this was as fair as a fight got. If you had something you used it, never let it go to waste.
"Well that seems like a personal problem" I snapped sarcastically to him. Rolling my eyes, I made the water move at a quicker pace, and walked towards him. My ears perked towards him as I figured out how to deal with this stallion. Acheron and I would need to be sarcastic to Stix. "Well its a shame your not a bender Stix, such power you have lost. No wonder your so pathetic looking." I teased, a dark smirk spread across my features. He would probably like how sarcastic I was being towards hims, and how close I was to him. For I was right by his side, almost brushing up against him, I was sure Acheron would know my plan. If he still knew me well enough anyway.
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Post by mystic on May 29, 2009 17:17:29 GMT -5
My anger rose in me. This wrench figured he could take me? Is that what his plan was? If it was, then he had better bring it. I snorted, laughing. "If you think THAT ugly thing looks good, then you must be half blind, mate."
[/color] I snorted, tossing my mane a bit. I could have some fun with this powerless pig. I took a step closer to the stallion, holding my head up high. " Do you want to mess with me, wench?[/color] My green eyes flashed slightly as I rose the tide, and it listened obediantly. The water came and rose around my hooved, lapping like a patient friend. A wicked look was placed in my orbs as I glared in the stags eyes. Bring it. The look seemed to say. I saw as Ria playfully seemed to dance around him. This was an odd reunion, I would have to admit. I grinned again, remembering something the runt had said earlier. Oh, and colt? Bloody will be an understatement when I am through with you.[/color] I reared into the air, slashing my front hooves. Challenging the mite. If he would not except my challenge, that is fine. But I felt the need to bloody up this stag. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Random on Jun 1, 2009 15:16:37 GMT -5
Wow these two equines really can't take a joke, the golden stallion mused as a half-hearted chuckle almost escaped his mug. Though he carefully retracted it before he could anger them anymore. His only goal was for comic relief, seeing the frustration in their eyes as they tried to rid themselves of him. He didn't mean for them to want to kill him, sheesh he didn't even think they were spies. Just two really pissed off equines. Black occs darted between them, trying to sense what move they would take before they even did. Though really the only thing he could tell was they were both angry, maybe the stallion more then the mare. But was he about to run away, even as the river lapped out greedily at the dappled one's hocks? Nah. It was true he didn't have any abilities, but that hadn't stopped him previously. He had experience, confidence and pure brawn on his side. Yeah they could drown him, but he could bring them down before they had the chance. But did he really want to do that? Not really. Not today at least, he did have his more violent days when his voices drove him into the depths of insanity, but today was a pretty bloody good day and these two retards just had to ruin it.
"Pathetic, ugly, is that really the best you can do? Oh, and yes pissing about my accent is really a stab to me sensitive side" he laughed, finally letting the utter amusement of the scene envelop him. "Sticks and stones might break my bones, but words shall never hurt me," he reminded them, once again shaking his head in disbelief at their tactics. Of course they also seemed quite ready to break his bones, and deny that they were, in fact, cheating. But really, who cares? Not Stix. He wanted to die, okay well not today at least. But it still didn't scare him, so game on pansies. A long sigh was heard inside his head, accompanied by another warning from his surprisingly silent voices. Why must you be so incredibly stupid? Another laugh was almost uttered by him, though he withheld it for fear of making his voices even angrier. They could do some nasty stuff to him, and he didn't feel like dealing with them today. He already had two twits threatening him.
The vix ventured closer to himself, and he eyed her suspiciously as he tried to figure out her motives. Passing by him so close she almost brushed against him, though quite obviously did not. It was all just a ploy, he knew she just wanted him gone. Or dead. It was really a toss up. Withdrawing attention form the dangerously close femora Stix watched as the stag's emerald occs stared threateningly at his own, voicing more insults and dares. Psh, so unoriginal. Well atleast he knew he was a water bender now, and that he didn't want him dead for what he had done in the past, but rather the present. That was really comforting. "Mate, I have no present desire to kill or maim today. Maybe you should just take a few relaxing breaths or two? It really helps with the anger issues," he explained, taking a few slow deep breaths for himself in example. Though even through all the witty remarks and jokes, he was silently preparing for a battle. For one, he wasn't about to just waltz out of here like a coward. Two, the bloody voices were back and were thoroughly pissing him off. Tsktsktsk, we're only helping you...
[-stabs self-. I had time for one reply before I had to go, and I thought this would be the easiest to reply to quickly but obviously my Stix muse is becoming befuddled. Oh well, at least I replied! lol.]
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