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Post by Viali on Aug 18, 2009 10:20:40 GMT -5
HABIT
A sin it may be to belive in the evil of others but seldom is it a mistake
He pulled in a heavy breath, forcing it out in the form of a sigh. He let his eyelids fall, his façade dropping for the moment. He let his muscles go limp, let his neck fall and his head droop so his lips brushed the grass between his forelegs. Liquid droplets touched his maw, as he contemplated his position. He was stuck here until the storm cleared, which with the heavily shaded clouds and the buckets of water that were poured down from the heavens.
It was not that this was altogether much of a bad place. It was a bit of his element; dark and almost deadly. It was almost like his old land Casualty Assemble. Oh, did that name bring back memories. The name literally meant death gathering, it was a threatening place to most equine. Casualty Assemble had been a land like this, except with more grass in the center of the land, and three tall mountains, that rose above them all. Ah, that had been his sanctuary.
Instinctively, Habit rose, an let out a screeching, blood-curling. It was to be his claim upon the land, as fate had decided.
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Post by admin on Aug 18, 2009 10:58:03 GMT -5
Athena, was back to normal. Not kind, not accepting. Renegade's herd had been taken over, she had left. She was not going to the claiming grounds for a third time, nope. She had been there and it was only the flashy brutes that got the mares there. Not a chance, the mare thought as she galloped. Her orbs looked around her, over the River and she smiled. She had come to the right place, to where she wanted to stay.
Twinsets forward, the mare slowed to a walk. Flicking her whipcord as flies as she went. Figure was spotted, stallion. She shook her mane as she approached, looking him over and giving a snort of approval.
The mare stopped and smiled at him.
"Hello, Brute." She said, stopping infont of the stud.
The mare stood tall, not afraid of the stallion. Her dominance was being made known, and any smart stallion would realize it. She snorted and flicked her whipcord once more, waiting for his reply.
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Post by Silver Arrow's {Angel} on Aug 18, 2009 16:52:35 GMT -5
Black Magic bellowed and charged at the stallion. Get lost colt! This is Vulture's land! she bellowed, getting in his face, Cobra was at her side, he was a little colt, no more than a few days old.
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Post by admin on Aug 18, 2009 19:27:06 GMT -5
Athena's twinsets flicked back at the sound of hoofbeats, her head whirled around to see a mare and a young colt standing there, yelling at the stallion. She snorted and smiled, looking the mare up and down before rearing, perposly missing her. "Guess what filly?" She spat out. "You brute is gone, who knows where. This stallion has claimed it." Her whipcord lashed the sides of her legs.
She glanced at the stallion, her old self coming back to her. Then looked back at the colt and mother. She rolled her eyes and snorted again, shaking her mane. Standing infront of the mare she stood tall, the stallion was a little to her side. She stomped on the ground, "Unless this stallion is claiming you, I suggest you leave." She muttered.
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Post by Viali on Aug 18, 2009 20:48:06 GMT -5
HABIT
A sin it may be to belive in the evil of others but seldom is it a mistake
Habit enjoyed the silence. He enjoyed being alone. In fact, it was when some of the most major decisions of his life had been made. Of late, the choice of claiming this land. Indeed, Habit thrived off of being left to his own devices. All to often though, he found his personal space being invaded by someone other than his court. This time it happened to be a friesian fae.
The draft, cordial as always, acknowledged her presence with a slight movement of his head, a mere twinge of the muscles. It was exerted with little effort; this fatale had no reason for him to exhibit more than the minimum amount of exertion. Fate however, seemed to be playing with the factors in his life, forcing him to speak to the arrogant mare. " 'Allo, Athena. '' Phrased politely, but the civility failed to reach any other part of his body. Her name had not been spoke to him, but slipping through the lands after his blood had given him the opportunity to pick-up the names of few others, mentioned in petty gossip. His tone was glacial, and elegant.
Habit's eyes narrowed underneath his forelock, as another mare forced his hand. He chuckled lowly at her words. The 'colt' part was supposed to be patronizing, but hearing that particular insult from a young mare- barely old enough to be considered as such- to a much older stallion was humorous. He was older than most, being seven, almost eight.Even more so, was the fact that the friesian titled the other mare filly. Weak insults at the very best, seeing as the mares must have been similar in age.
The draft coldly nodded to Athena's plan of action, barely a tilt of his cranium. Then he eyes settled on the colt, and his heart softened. Foals had been his weak point, he being more tolerant of innocent minds, though that was not to say he wouldn't sacrifice them for his own benefit. A growl ripped out of his vocals, melding into threatening, elegant words. " You will suggest no such thing."
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Post by Silver Arrow's {Angel} on Aug 18, 2009 20:53:13 GMT -5
Magic was instantly between her colt and stallion. Touch my colt and you'll wish you were never born! she bellowed loudly. Cobra. Hide. she muttered so only Cobra could hear. He took off into the thicket like lightning. Out of sight... out of mind.
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Post by admin on Aug 19, 2009 6:48:12 GMT -5
As the stallion spoke, Athena nodded slowly. She shook her mane once more and took a step back, letting the stallion that actually claimed the land take care of it. Smiling at the thought, she looked at the little colt run away as his mother instructed. She shook her head, the brute might like foals.
Athena was ready to fight, as she loved to do. Only small fillies were her soft spot, no, she would not kill or hurt a colt. But she would not make it easy on the mother. She had taken in Desiree, and loved her a lot. She was her first foal, even if she was a foster foal. Hearing the stallion talk again in a stern tone caused her to come back into reality. She watched him, and waited.
Twinsets forward, then back slowly. Eyes moving slowly back to the mare.
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Post by Viali on Aug 23, 2009 13:17:57 GMT -5
HABIT
A sin it may be to belive in the evil of others but seldom is it a mistake
The tobiano stallion looked taken aback for a moment, after the foals mothers had spoken her piece. His eyes flickered momentarily, as the rage seeped down from him to be replaced by something softer, something different. " Take a place in line; your threat is not a new one." He laughed, but one look at him was enough to tell that it was not of mirth but of bitterness.
"Besides that, I would not allow the blood of innocents to color the land." Habit murmured this, words glacial against the dry air. Again, he picked up a more dominant, though seemingly uncaring, stance.
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Post by admin on Aug 27, 2009 9:33:31 GMT -5
ooc;; waiting for angel...
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Post by admin on Sept 13, 2009 9:16:29 GMT -5
Shaking her head slowly, Athena gave up. She looked at the stallion, then the mare and waited, then the stallion spoke. She sighed, and watched the mare, she did not speak nor did she move. Flicking her whipcord she snorted quietly. Not wanting to be here anymore, wanting to be in a herd, maybe one with a cruler stallion. She grinned at the thought.
"I'm leaving." She said to the stallion, then she turned and began to trot out of the lands.
ooc;; short, and I guess angel is not posting so I am.
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Post by Viali on Sept 21, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -5
"Feel free, young fea."
His lips curled into a delicately, cruel smirk. There was only so much a mare of that age could do. She thought she knew the world. Thought she knew of the harsh tragedies that would follow her every footstep. He doubted it. She was too arrogant; desiring cruelty in that way of hers. Would she learn that there was more to life than just evil? Even he, the one who had the title 'insane' back home, could be kind. He strove towards it at times.
"Be quite aware though,love, if you leave now and try to come back after realizing the worlds too tough, I will not hesitate to spill your blood."
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Post by admin on Sept 21, 2009 19:28:11 GMT -5
Femme stopped as he spoke she stood and snorted softly. Glancing at him for a moment, before looking at the land beyond her. It was all harsh, barren. Her whipcord lashed from side to side as she thought. Turning to face the brute she nodded to him.
"I'll stay." Athena muttered. She knew if she left she could not come back, and if she found a stallion who did not care.. not that it would be much different from here... she would not be able to leave. Flipping her mane from side to side she glanced sideways, head slightly lowered.
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Post by Viali on Sept 21, 2009 19:54:02 GMT -5
He smirked again, more like a smile this time. Rather like the thin grin of a snake, before it strikes. He reached over, serpentine arched gracefully, and nipped her gently. Or what passed for gentle when it came to the rugged brute.
Standing back, he ran his teeth through his mane, tearing out a few burrs that had wormed their way into it. With a release of air, he relaxed. Eyes slitted, even less visible underneath the dark plumage of the stallion. "So,Athena, tell me about yourself." He said softly, previous traces of insanity only threads in his voice. Habit left the question open, leaving her to say what she wanted.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 27, 2009 17:52:30 GMT -5
Lavender was a dappled beautiful fae from senture and Aurora. She trotted into the lands happy and joyful as she whinnied for the master, but stopped when she saw him and a fae. snorting softly she trotted up and nodded. "Hello. May I know the name of a strong brute?" Smiling he sweet fae held a sparkle in her eyes.
Shaking her multi-coloured mane she looked around, and aimlessy at the fae before nodding. But no one knew she was wearing a mask..
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Post by Viali on Sept 27, 2009 18:00:07 GMT -5
Habit raised a brow in question. Who was this strange fae and why had she thought it proper to just barge in here like a half-breed mongrel. He gazed over her in silence, and didn't answer. The mare had a sweet appearance and attitude, but seemed to lack respect. Not a good start in this herd. "Habit. And yourself?" His tone was glacial. |
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