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Post by Itasca[Tazz] on Nov 4, 2008 20:04:02 GMT -5
Tightrope Entered the terrain. She was here for one purpose only. She wanted to talk to the leader of this realm. She stood. Her optics ran over the terrain. this one wasn't so bad, She was glad that hers was much better to her. She called a long desolate whinny. Hoping a response.. Or even better The leader would emerge from the foliage that accumulated everywhere.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 5, 2008 7:39:33 GMT -5
[[ Hearing the long whinny, the stallion brought his head from the lush grasses within the forest. Flaring his nostrils, Hannibal wondered what this could be about. His legs were moving before he even thought about the posibilites. Flicking his tail as he emerged from the dense amount of trees, he saw the mare. Ears tilted back, and the stallion snorted. "What is it you want, mare." His voice was low and icy, as blue eyes watched the mare before him. [/blockquote] hannibal [/font][/center] |
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Post by Itasca[Tazz] on Nov 5, 2008 23:20:21 GMT -5
Tightrope gazed into the brutes sapphire eyes. She politely grinned. Oh, how she hated sucked up. I hate to be so Vauge but.. I am Tightrope from Terra de Mafia. I come to seek some sort of treaty. If you haven't heard, Terra De Scure is trying to take over all of this land.. Including ours. So. If you fight for us, we will fight for you. Fair enough? That was cheesy. But most would understand what she was really trying to get at. No one wanted to be under a complete and total ruler. It was better to be under our own dictatorship. I mean.. If you really wanted, then i guess you could. But for the rest of us. I know we don't want to. If they slowly picked all of us off, we would have no one left. So why dont we just join together and Show them what we got!
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 6, 2008 0:13:15 GMT -5
Tuula scented a new mare in the edge of Hannibal's lands. Leaving her foals hidden in some deep shrubs of the forest, the spotted ivory trekked towards the scent. Breeching the edge of the forest, her master's scented greeted her. She watched from a distance as the two characters conversed. She wasn't sure if she should approach or not, but the winds had told her earlier that war was coming. So, she took duty as a loyal to his herd, approaching the two.
The winds were still now, not telling her what the two were speaking of. As she approached, a gentle nicker left her vocals. The noise was timid, but it wasn't directed at the mare, rather her master. She hoped Hannibal didn't mind her intruding, but with the wind being so quiet, she really wasn't sure why this mare was here.
Having heard some of Tightrope's last words, her auds flickered gently. A treaty? She wasn't certain if it was a good idea. Having heard many things said upon the wind, she really wasn't sure who to support -- but it seemed everybody was against Cazreth's herd. Bobbing her head, Tuula stood silently, listening... and watching the new mare. She wasn't sure if she trusted her yet. She knew her name and duty from what she'd heard in the past from the wind... but that was very little to know about the mare.
OoC|| Hope y'all don't mind her intrusion. x3
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 6, 2008 8:26:08 GMT -5
xx Flicking his ears slightly, he listened as Tightrope talked. Ah, so that petty stallion was trying to take over lands now? Smirking slightly, the painted stallion threw his head up into the air. "Never in my life have I relied on another herd to fight battles. Never in my life have I accepted help when I didn't need it. And never in my life will I make a treaty with Terra de Mafia. I hear what goes on in your territory. Your lead killed off the rightful leader. I do not side with pure murderers. I say allow Carzeth to take over your petty little land, its the least you mules deserve." He felt Tuula move by his side, and a small smile crept across his muzzle. Turning his head, he nudged the mare's neck gently, then looked back to Tightrope. "So, that is a no. No treaty with any herd. I do not bring war upon someone if they have not harmed me any. So, if that is all you are here for, you can leave my lands at once." He felt the need to turn around before she left, but he wanted to make sure this mare got off his lands quickly. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 7, 2008 11:47:54 GMT -5
Tuula's ear flicked foward as she heard Hannibal talking. His words were admirable, but she did worry for the fate of the island under this war. But, the ivory was certain that her lead would see them through it. Plus, he was right in not siding with the herds that instigated the troubles in the first place. She just hoped that the herd would be safe un-allied with anyone...
As she felt the stag nudging her neck, she snapped out of her thoughts. A gentle gleam fell in her eyes as she looked to him. With a loving whuffle, the speckled ivory greeted the touch. However, she would pursue no further affection until this mare was gone from their... well, his lands. As the mare had seen earlier, Hannibal was none too fond of intruders. As if backing up his decree for her to leave, the stocky mare pawed her right hoof at the ground, tossing her crown as she did.
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Post by Itasca[Tazz] on Nov 7, 2008 19:59:25 GMT -5
Tightrope Grinned widely. She seemed to rock back on her toes, All four pillars sank firmly into the ground. Her head raised higher at every word that escaped his ridged kisser. His words almost soother her. What fools. This made her extremely happy. Each hxll would go down slowly. If her own land went down among them, she would see him in the devils ground.
Oh, I'm sorry if you Would wimp out with and give up your position if someone challenged you for you terra. Seriously. I know I would fight to death for something I love. Hey man, survival of the fittest right? her lips hissed. She almost felt pitty for the figure who stood next to him. If you loved something or someone enough.. You would die trying to keep them safe. She look at her and frowned. It was a sad thought. She knew Quix would fight till death. She would do the same for him. Was this not love? Tightrope stood motionless. Her banner rippled behind her hocks nipping at them. It only made sense. To die for something you love. She humored herself. He was probably one of those leaders who sat back and watched his comrades die for him. Those of which he showed no affection for. She also couldn't help but to laughed extremely hard when he called us mules. Obviously he didn't know how to react when he saw beauty. She felt bad for someone who had been beaten with the ugly stick more than he should have. Ahhh.. Now she felt pitty for this little creature.
See you in hxll them? Tightrope shot off into an extended two beat gait. Tiara raised toward the heavens.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 8, 2008 22:22:14 GMT -5
h a n n i b a l •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx The lead stallion snorted, flaring his nostrils as Tightrope talked. "I hope you know that all you pathetic 'darks' will fail, because you use up your energy and time just attacking each others. Wars take time to plan, not just to fight out on a whim." As the mare went off, the painted stallion threw his head up into the air. "And you can tell all your herd members and the ones you are fighting, that if they set hoof on this land, they will be killed." His words were icy, and blue eyes narrowed after the mare. Turning upon Tuula, the stallion's blue eyes softened. "Well, here you are, my dear. Where have you and foals been off to?" [/size] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 8, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -5
The mare rolled her eyes at the haughty mare. At this point, she apparently had no clue what she was talking about. Afterall, she managed to reason that from Hannibal saying he needed no treaty, he wouldn't fight for something he loved? He hadn't said that at all; or, Tuula hadn't heard it that way. He had merely stated he could fight on his own if need be. And, Tuula agreed with her master. Why get involved in a fight that he wasn't involved in already?
As the stag yelled after the vixen, Tuula half-reared, letting her large hooves land harshly on the terra. Okay, she was boasting a bit, but the speckled ivory felt she had room too. There was no doubt in her mind that she could take on that mare. Then again, she thought she could take on the world, with Hannibal's help, of course.
Her nostrils were quivering from the slight adrenaline rush when she heard him speak to her. Turning her own head to face him, a smile arched her lips. "We've mainly stayed within the forest's protection. I took them on their first adventure into these charred regions yesterday. They seemed to enjoy it; though, with their age, they've become more mischievous."
Speaking of which...
Orpheus thundered in on the scene. The young colt had gotten sick of waiting in the shrubbery for his mother to retrieve him. And, growing hungry, he would get the milk that he so rightly deserved! Not caring to say a word to his mother or father, he stuck his crown beneath his mother's barrel, suckling to his content, and catching his mother a bit off guard.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 8, 2008 23:16:39 GMT -5
h a n n i b a l •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx Snorting slightly, the stallion nodded at the mare's words. "It seems as Orpheus has grown a lot more selfish since I last saw him." The large stallion moved toward his son, nosing the colt's side with his muzzle. Blue eyes looked at Tuula, and ears flicked forward. "Dear, you know if this war they speak of reaches these lands, you have to make sure the colts come before the herd. I don't want them dying because other Darks want to show off." His words were serious, and his heart felt terrible. Of course, he would hate himself if he lost both his colts, and Tuula. Was he beginning to have feelings for the mare that was the mother of his twin colts? b o l i n •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx Having followed after his brother, Bolin was at a swift canter, his ears flicked back. "Momma! Tell Orpheus to stop being such a pig," he stopped next to his brother, and headbutted him quite hard, his ears pinned back. Of course, there was going to be sibling rivalry between the two colts. They were twins, and they both were Hannibal's son. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 9, 2008 0:16:26 GMT -5
The mare's auds were held against her skull as Hannibal spoke of her greedy little foal. Indeed, the colt's need for attention had forced him to have a rather bold, and self-centered, personality. The ears that were plastered to her skull perked as he spoke. His words were law to her, but she still wasn't certain what she thought of them. Certainly, she wanted to be by her master's side in battle, but she did know that her foals were the most important. It did surprise her that Hannibal thought so too. The speckled ivory was truly flattered, but her emotions were too mixed to reveal it. Rather she expressed an blunt an unsure reply. "If you say so.."
Before another word on the matter could be said, young Bolin's voice nagged out to his mother. Turning her head, the mare looked just in time to spot Orpheus tumble to the side.
He was caught off guard by his brother's head-butt, and that resulted in Orpheus tumbling down onto his side. The colt sprawled out, pulling his growing bodice up. The moment he was to his feet, he charged straight for his brother, plotting to take him down.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 9, 2008 10:30:59 GMT -5
h a n n i b a l •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx What was wrong with Tuula? Flicking his ears forward, the stallion cautiously stepped to the mare's side, and nuzzled her neck gently. "There is no need to sound like you do, dear," he tugged on her mane gently, almost lovingly, and smiled. Flicking his tail, he lowered his head, snuffling the dusty ground that they stood on. [/size] b o l i n •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx As Orpheus fell to the ground, the little colt smirked, flicking his tail wildly behind him. Then, as his brother charged toward him, his smirk faded. Eyes narrowed, and the colt reared up on his hind legs, flailing them like he had seen his mother and father done. Bolin hoped to hit his brother with his flailing hooves, making him stop his rampage and intent on destroying him. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Nov 10, 2008 21:21:33 GMT -5
Tuula's auds twitched as Hannibal spoke to her. Despite his words being slightly reprimanding of her tone, she couldn't help but smile. Why? Well, Tuula knew it meant he cared. That thought alone made her smirk. Lightening her tone, as she wanted, the mare replied with an, "I know... you're right." And, she did know he was right; to her, the most importantthings were their twins -- and her beloved master, of course. That thought made her cringe again. She knew that if their was battle, Hannibal would be in it, and she could not be by his side! Hiding her constant frets, the mare faked a smile. Soon, the smile became real once more as she watched her little foals at play.
Little did she know, Orpheus was not playing. This foal had anger issues, he was greedy, and he was ruthless -- the stereotype of a dark. As he saw his brother's legs flailing in the air, he pushed his own long back legs fowards. He was attempting to slide to a halt, but there as no chance he could stop in time. So, rather than charging into Bolin, the foal came sliding into him. He wound up even getting whacked by the legs he was attempting to avoid, but he at least knew he'd taken down his 'rival' with him.
Tuula's ears flattened against her skull as she saw the twins collide. Sighing, the mare trekked towards the wreck, lowering her crown. The speckled ivory clamped down on his mane, grasping it close to the neck. She then plucked him up, trying to pull him onto his legs.
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