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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 4, 2009 12:26:35 GMT -5
With everything that had gone on, Hannibal had been away from Inferno Su Terra for too long. Flicking his ears as he entered the forest within his lands, he let his tail sway behind him slowly. Blue eyes glanced around, quite curious as to who was lurking around. Stopping by the lake, the Lead lowered his head, drinking from the pool slowly. The stallion stepped back from the murky bank, hooves squelching slightly as he ripped them from the mud. Turning his head, Hannibal's ears tilted back, nostrils quivering slightly. His body lurched skyward in a rear, tail slapping behind him, sending out a calling whinny. A whinny to summon his herd, his family, to him. He missed Tuula and his colts dearly, Spirit and their foal Vodka. He hadn't seen Frasco or Illusion, nor the mare Frasco had brought to the lands. Landing with a small thud on the semi-soft ground, the painted stallion turned, waiting for the appearance of the herd's members. hannibal |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 5, 2009 16:35:31 GMT -5
Orpheus was less than pleased to hear his father’s beckoning. Why had his father appeared now? Why not a week earlier when he was left stranded and alone, when he had been chased into an unfamiliar part of the herd lands by wolves, why could he have not appeared then? He seriously contemplated not appearing at the herd meeting at all, but that might affect his chances of inheriting these lands. Perhaps, Bolin had become puppy chow for those flea-infested mongrels that attacked last week. Who was Orpheus to rule out that possibility? The thought made a rather sinister grin arch his chapped kissers, and like that, he was off. Little did he know Bolin had never been found by the wolves; in fact, when they separated from their mother that fateful day, Bolin had been all too lucky. Both Orpheus and his mother had been attacked but not him.
His ears were down as he approached his father’s locale. He did not say a word to his father, merely took a place at his left side, now towering close to his father’s own height. The young hessian was ready to rid himself of his whole family. What little warmth and care he had had for them in the past was completely gone – had he the strength he would kill them all right now.
Tuula, too, had heard her mate’s bugle. She, unlike her son, was unwilling to even humor the thought of not showing up when her love called. Despite her willingness to see Hannibal, the speckled ivory still appeared much later than her son. It was obvious what her delay had been soon after. The mare was thinner than normal and approached with a limp. Upon her left haunch’s hock was a healing wound; as well, stood wound all along her right flank, chest, and barrel. The marks looked like those of teeth – lupine teeth. She had been the first of the two to have been attacked last week. However, she had tried to fight off the pack of wolves and keep them from her son. Her efforts had had the adverse effect though. Instead, she sent the creatures fleeing… in the direction of Orpheus.
Orpheus having been a good distance from his mother when the wolves originally attacked knew not of the whole story or of his mother’s heroic efforts while he chose the path of least resistance and ran. He cared no longer about his family, thinking that they had all abandoned him, no one coming to his aid when he was lost.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 5, 2009 16:53:07 GMT -5
Blue eyes watched Orpheus closely, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Though, he said no words, just flared his nostrils at the growing colt. Tail slapped his hindquarters, as he waited, and soon enough, his ears flicked forward. Eyes caught sight of Tuula, and a soft whicker escaped him in question to her injuries. The regal stallion reached his nose out, touching the mare's shoulder gently. "My dear. What happened to you?" His voice was low, as blue eyes swept along her body, quite curious as to what had happened. He had not known about the wolves, nor had he known that his mate and son had been attacked by them. Flicking his ears back, he pulled his chin to his chest, confused by everthing he had missed. Snorting, and flaring his nostrils, Hannibal glanced around the clearing, wondering if any of the other members would appear; or if Bolin would show up.
He hadn't seen the twin of Orpheus in a few good days, and this worried him. It wasn't like the older twin to wander too far from Inferno lands, and with him not being within the boundaries, Hannibal didn't know what could happen. What if Bolin was caught by an enemy herd and tortured? Or worse? Snorting, yet again, he shook his head, trying to not think about it. If Bolin wanted to appear, he would. HANNIBAL[/size] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 6, 2009 12:12:58 GMT -5
Orpheus noticed the shifty glances he was receiving from his father. And the flaring nares, well, he merely responded by stomping a hoof. It seemed like an eternity standing by his side until someone, that being his mother, arrived. During this time, his towers were attached to his skull and his thoughts were filled with ploys on dethroning his father and killing his brother. He even plotted on killing his father this moment; he felt he had the strength! But, alas, his mother showed. In spite of her injuries, he knew she would put up a fight to defend Hannibal if he attacked. He could take her easily alone, and perhaps even Hannibal alone with a struggle, but the two together…
Tuula whuffled at her liege before affectionately nuzzling his neck. The mare had missed him so much; it was hard to go so long without seeing her mate. Glancing back at her currently injured leg she merely sighed. “It was nothing really… some lupine attacked.”
These words caused Orpheus to snort.
Tuula looked up to her son with a questioning glance, but it became obvious he had no answers he was willing to share. “They are gone now and my injuries are healing, so no worries,” she reassured before grooming at Hannibal’s crest. “And… how have… you been?” She questioned in between the gentle nips at his fur. Though, in the back of her mind, Tuula was a bit more concerned about Bolin. Where was he?
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Post by Magic on Jun 6, 2009 17:00:06 GMT -5
Frasco
The essence of freedom.
The chalky Andalusian had been out and about for the day. He had gone for a dip in the shallows of the river in Cascata Più Forrest. What with the heat, swimming was the only way to truly cool off. The lake in his homelands might be okay, but it couldn't possibly be as brisk and clean as the water from a fast moving river. Now walking back into Inferno Su Terra, he clearly heard the call of Hannibal, his master. Picking up a fast trot, the stag started towards his leader. Pellets of water dripped off his barrel and into the already wet grass. The humidity in the forest was awful, and persperation joined with the dampness on his canvas.
Frasco came to the lake and stopped at the shore. He looked directly at Hannibal and gave a nod. "Good day, Hannibal. I heard your call." [/color] Then he looked at Tuula and nodded again. Healing wounds were scattered on her thin frame. Clearly something had attacked her. He peered at the colt that Tuula called Orpheus. Weren't there two colts? He swore there were twins the last time he saw them. Maybe the other hadn't made it through whatever had attacked Tuula. He glanced around the three equine, searching for more herd members. Nope, none. Illusion and Desert Rose still had yet to come. [/size][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 6, 2009 20:28:04 GMT -5
So I'll sing this song to you.
For the last time. Watching as Frasco appeared, Hannibal threw his head up in a slight salute to the second in command. Flicking his tail, he glanced to Tuula, and smiled faintly at her grooming. "I've been alright. Dealing with things. Tell me, Tuula, have you seen Bolin?" His voice had been lowered for her ears only, knowing the rift between Orpheus and his twin brother. Flicking his tail, he then straightened up, eyes wandering from the mare beside him to the other two horses. "If no one else is going to appear, then I shall begin this meeting. I am glad you all could make it. If any of the other herd members are to appear, then we shall refresh them with what has been said." He stomped a forehoof, and flicked his ears back. "Tuula has informed me that there has been a wolf attack upon Inferno lands. Frasco, I want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any signs of these creatures to return. They are a danger to our herd, as you can tell by Tuula's injuries. Also, everyone needs to keep an eye out for any suspicious horses upon our territory."
He paused, thinking over his words. Clenching his jaws together, he then flared his nostrils slightly. "Anything that anyone has to include?"
characters spent - 1746
character used - HANNIBAL
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 6, 2009 23:02:27 GMT -5
The mare’s two-toned orbs widened at Hannibal’s queries. She wanted to scream, to burst into tears and be an over-acting maternal figure, but she did not. As always, the mare kept herself under control and did what was wisest considering Orpheus’s itch to inherit these lands. Pulling away from her mate, she shook her tiara in a ‘no’ motion. She then turned her sad gaze away from Orpheus. It was fortunate that Frasco had come when he did. It gave the mare’s glance away a reason so that Orpheus would not get suspicious.
Although, it was a bit too late. Orpheus was already wondering where Bolin was at. His blue orbs shifted from side to side in suspicion, ears erect… just waiting. Had his dream come true? Was Bolin gone!?
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Post by Magic on Jun 7, 2009 0:31:40 GMT -5
Frasco listened to as Hannibal asked the Lady if she had seen Bolin, their second son. So there was another colt. The stag had been sure of it, and he was right. When Tuula signaled she she not seen the foal, he glanced over to his Lord and made a slightly inquiring expression. Of course, it was only natural for him to be curious, but he wouldn't pressure the subject.
At that point, the dappled Beta eagerly wondered where the others were. They could be just late, but what if they had been ambushed by another hord of viscous canines? Frasco had heard about the Elementals striking back. What if they had come to kill the other herd members? Sighing quietly, he scolded himself on over-thinking. When you over-thought, bad things tended to occur. As Hannibal carried on, Frasco nodded occasionally. When the Paint told him about keeping gaurd, he spoke up. "I'll certainly keep an eye open." [/color] He assured.[/center][/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 7, 2009 1:13:35 GMT -5
So I'll sing this song to you.
For the last time. Nodding at Frasco, the stallion sighed. What else was there to talk about? Flicking his ears, the painted stallion backed up ever so slightly. There was something lurking in the forest around them, and Hannibal could feel it. "I have to say, that if Bolin doesn't show up within the next few days, then Orpheus will be made into the only heir of the Inferno land." Head turned to look at Orpheus to see if that smug look would appear on his son's face. Before he could speak again, someone cut him off. "That won't be necessary, Hannibal," came the voice of Bolin, and the Hannibal look-alike walked slowly out of the trees near Frasco, his eyes upon his father. Hannibal's ears flicked forward, curious as to when his eldest son had appeared. However, he didn't question his son, and Bolin took advantage of his father's silence. "I am only here for a few moments. To announce that I am no longer part of the Inferno herd, and to say good bye to my mother." The yearling flicked his ears forward, looking to Tuula. "Are you sure you want to do that, son? You have a bright future ahead of you as heir to Inferno lands. Why throw it away now," Hannibal asked, taking a step forward.
Bolin snorted in warning, his ears drawing back against his head. "Do not question why I am doing this. My reasons are my own," he retorted, and Hannibal grew aggitated suddenly. Stomping a fore hoof, the large painted stallion flared his nostrils in anger. "You dare talk to your father in such a manner? Do you realize that I can kill you on the spot," Hannibal threatened, taking another step toward Bolin. Yet, the yearling stood firm, head thrusted up in the air. "Yes, I do dare talk to you that way. In the short year I have been living, I have realized that I am nothing like you dark horses. I am not into killing things just for the hell of it. I strip myself of the title as heir of Inferno. I, Bolin, will live for the Wind Herd. And there will come the day that Inferno will bow down to the Era!" The eyes of Bolin went to Orpheus; his twin, the one who had vowed to kill him. "And I will make sure you fall with your mighty herd, Orpheus. I swear to it." The yearling took a step toward Tuula, muzzle stretched out in a tender gesture.
"You don't touch her," Hannibal hissed at the yearling. Bolin stepped away from his father, ears back and nostrils flaring. Having not been touched by his father, Bolin walked to his mother's side, and nuzzled her shoulder gently. "If you ever need me, the wind shall carry your words," he whispered in her ear, and then turned, nodding a farewell to Frasco, then galloping out of the clearing, through the trees, and out of Inferno. Out of hell. His speech had left Hannibal numb inside; he hadn't expected his son to rebel and leave. Flicking his ears back, he whinnied, rearing up. "Let him leave. If he steps hoof on Inferno territory, he is to be killed on the spot," he snapped as he landed.
His wild eyes turned onto Tuula, his ears drawn back against his skull in anger. "And if you have any communication with him, I will make sure Frasco and Orpheus slay you as well." He stood still, the threat still lingering in the air, the tension still thick.
characters spent - 4,087
character used - HANNIBAL / BOLIN
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 7, 2009 2:49:08 GMT -5
Of course, the hellion had a broad smirk arching his lips at the words deeming that he would be the heir to the throne if Bolin did not return. He was already plotting what he would do next time he saw the colt. He would kill him before Hannibal could ever set eyes on him. But, it appeared he was too late. He should have noticed that vermin before! But, what was this? He was leaving the herd? How divine.
Tuula did not take the announcement as well as her son. Her eyes were once again wide, a glassy appearance coating the two-toned optics. She could hardly bare to know that she would not be there to protect her son. He was leaving from beneath her shielding wing. But, wait? The wind herd? That meant he had to have realized his powers. At least, she would be able to get in touch with him. Her mind had been so hung in her thoughts that when she snapped back to reality, she realized things were turning for the worse.
Orpheus bared his ivories at his twin. However, his words seemed to amuse him more than anything. “Unlike you, pathetic mongrel, I am a dark. And, I suppose we will see who will bow down to whom in the end.” Her youngest’s words made Tuula scowl. But, soon, Bolin was facing her again.
As Bolin reached for her, her gaze was soft. Hannibal’s hiss set a surge of rage through her body, and she could feel her lips curl to reveal her ivories at the stag. The lips folded back over her teeth once more as she caught what she was doing. She couldn’t be getting angry at him. She did love Hannibal. He only wanted what was best for her and her foals, right? When Bolin was, even though without Hannibal’s exact approval, allowed to touch her, a whuffle escaped the mares melodies and she returned the nuzzle on his own shoulders.
Orpheus was enraged that Bolin had touched his mother. It was not that he cared for her. Or, that he cared for his father’s words not being followed. In fact, he was not sure why it made him mad at all. He just was not too fond of Bolin was the only acceptable explanation, that and maybe it was just built up rage from Bolin saying he would make Orpheus and his herd down. Regardless of the reason, the yearling flared his nares, hooves pawing the ground with rage. He looked as if he might chase him, but then his father commanded them all not to. With a snarl, he obeyed for the mere reason that he was outnumbered.
Tuula’s whole body had turned numb, too, when Bolin left. It was hard for her to believe that her son was leaving them. However, he was going to his rightful life really. Tuula was a proud descendant of the Era, and now that he had discovered his powers, perhaps it was right that he reclaim what was rightful to her ancestors. She planned to stay here though. With her mate. This is where she belonged! Until… Hannibal commanded that he be killed on spot. Dumbstruck, her neck lurched towards Hannibal. He could not mean that! And, then, before she could even react, he turned on her. “And if you have any communication with him, I will make sure Frasco and Orpheus slay you as well.” For moments, she remained numb. Then, suddenly the rage that had ignited in her minutes before was back.
A rush of wind encircled the group, leaves plucking from the trees at the force. And, Tuula turned on Hannibal. The mare was inches from her former master’s snout, teeth clenched. “Why don’t you just slay me yourself now and save them the trouble?” She snapped, the wind focusing its might and rushing against Hannibal head on.
Before the wind could get to far, a conflicting wind snapped into it. A clash resounding almost like thunder. Orpheuse was owner to this blast. Of course, he had let most of Tuula’s current hit Hannibal before interfering. Tuula stood dumbfounded that both her sons had inherited abilities with the wind. She had little time to concentrate on that though; suddenly she felt Orpheus’s teeth latching into her withers. A shriek left her maw. Acting on her hooves, the mare whipped he head out, biting her son’s cheek in retort. Orpheus jumped back, a snarl escaping his lips. Blood oozed from both of their wounds, the two staring each other down.
With one quick movement, the mare turned about, speeding off into the wounds. Her leg ached from the forced gallop, but she endure on. The physical pain was nothing compared to the empty soreness in her heart and soul. She had been abandoned by them all in one way or another. All that was left now was to reclaim the only one who would allow her too, Bolin.
Orpheus did not wait for his father’s approval on the matter; he, too, sped off. He was in pursuit of his mother. The wind was against him though, lashing at him furiously. It appeared it was more devout to the light-hearted femora than to him for he realized it unwilling to listen to him now; he just was not as strong enough in his powers. He would master them though. Tuula did not inform her eldest of her condition, knowing now that her other would hear the message too. Orpheus’s powers were not in favor of the Era’s future.
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