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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 9, 2009 2:27:44 GMT -5
Tuula
Orpheus °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Muscles strained as she ran with all the strength she could manage, sweat glossing her ivory coat and foaming about the neck and barrel, but she had made it. Inferno Su Terra. Hell. Her draft-like legs pulled to a gentle halt, body heaving from the days of activity. It was a wonder that the mare hadn’t fallen over dead from a combination of physical and mental stress. Her journey had been long, but the wind carried her scent in Marut’s direction at intervals in the journey to give off her locale. And, now, once more, the wind gushed in his direction for the last time. Hannibal would show soon enough, the ivory could taste his bitter scent on the air.
It was to both Tuula and Marut’s fortune that Orpheus had not been there for he might prove a nuisance to the white stag’s plans. Instead, the stag was out in the distance of Inferno scouting for any equine that might cross too close to his land. He caught scent of his mother, and he knew what was going to go down for he had earlier informed his father that the wind had called to him of Tuula’s mischievous encounter. Someone was going to die, and no matter who it was… Orpheus was in the win. He would find out how the battle turned out from the boisterous gales, but for now he had tail to chase.
Tuula was obviously anxious as she stood a sitting duck in Hannibal’s lands, merely waiting for the demon himself to arise. She could only brace herself for the worst. Her lips parted, teeth bared and nostrils flaring. Hannibal was near and she knew it. The mare’s legs jittered beneath her, her vocals rasping harsh breaths. With ears against her skull, her two-toned orbs tossed from one place to another as she tried to force her racing mind to focus; to just stop and listen to the wind. If she could stay calm, she would be able to hear it clearer and find her predator. It seemed there was no hope of that for her heart beat against her chest rapidly, the anxiety only swelling. Maybe this was not such a good idea…
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° i DON’T BELONG HERE, GOTTA MOVE ON HERE
ESCAPE FROM THiS AFTERLiFE iNSPiRATiON; [AFTERLiFE] [by AVENGED SEVENFOLD] word-count; ; [369] ' O°C | | wheeew~ muse! I actually had muse in this post! –GASP- |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 14, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
cheater, cheater, where'd you meet her? |What exactly was going on? He had been informed of the deed Tuula had done by Orpheus, and betrayal and hurt, along with anger and fury, seethed through his veins. His darkened body moved it's way through the trees, his tail slapping behind his body, as his hooves made a dull thud against the ground. Hannibal, the once regal stallion that had claimed the Inferno lands, now looked dead to the world, his blue eyes narrowed as he headed through his dying lands.
The scent of the bitch was toying with his nose all too soon, and that only made the large stallion grow even more furious. Stopping near the pond within the forest, the painted hell-horse threw his head into the air, ears pinning back against his head as he flared his nostrils. Determined to have Tuula pay for what she did, the stallion headed in the Era's direction, head raised proudly.
Appearing near her in mere moments, the mustang mutt of a horse stopped, blue eyes studying her. "And why have you come back, wench," he snarled at her, stomping a fore hoof and then trotting forward a few more yards, almost close enough to reach his head out and snap at her. But he wouldn't. Something told him to wait; to see what happened before he went on punishing the little bitch. horse role played | hannibal
basic text color | gray
speech color | dark red
song | cheater cheater
artist | joey and rory
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 14, 2009 23:16:48 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The mare’s ears flattened as she saw the mustang appear before her. Hannibal’s eyes were as cold as ever, and Tuula felt herself unable to believe what had happened to the equine that she once loved. No, she still loved him, and that was something she could never change. But, she also knew what was best for her now, and she knew she was doing the 'right' wrong thing right now. Hannibal had to fall.
Her crown tossed lightly to disgard those thoughts as he demanded why she had come back.
“Hannibal,” she cooed while pushing one hoof forwards. Her neck followed the hoof in a fluid motion, allowing her crown to rest just below his chin. “Forgive me for leaving; forgive me for everything.” The wind had sent Orpheus’s words to the ivory era before she arrived. So, she knew why Hannibal was so angry. And, she knew Orpheus wanted her to know he was betraying her. It hurt. It hurt almost as badly as she was sure this was going to. The mare continued her apology, nuzzling his chin and the edge of his cheek with her velvety kissers. The apology was faux in a way, but yet all too real. The speckled ivory hoped he would forgive her before this had to end. It would be harder to go on knowing he had not.
“Please, Hannibal, forgive me?” °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° I wanna kiss you.
But, if I do then I might miss you, babe. iNSPiRATiON; [LoVE GaME] [by Lady Gaga] word-count; ; [232] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 18, 2009 9:03:19 GMT -5
suppose that i miss you. |His cold exterior seemed to melt away a little. Tuula. Why was he being so cruel to her? Flicking his ears slightly, he tore himself away from her with a snort, flaring his nostrils. Clenching his jaws, he glared at the mare, ears still held back against his head. "And why exactly should I forgive you, wench?" His tone had turned sour, and his stomach churned. He didn't like doing this to her, no, it wasn't right, but she had done what she had. And that angered him. Stomping a hoof, he threw his head into the air. "You have no right being here, Tuula. No right at all. You have been stripped of your title. No longer are you a Lead of Inferno." The dark brown and white stallion's eyes flashed angrily, and he breathed in.
"I will not, nor will I ever, forgive you for what you have done."
From outside of Inferno border's, Marut stood, his ears flicked forward. A gentle breeze played with the stallion's mane, informing him of the Lead's words to Tuula. His ears flicked back, flaring his nostrils slightly, as he listened closely. So, Hannibal wasn't going to forgive her. Smirking, he took a few cautious steps forward, the wind creating a bubble around him, his blue eyes narrowed. He was ready whenever Tuula gave him the signal.
The Era stallion moved, almost like he was invisible, into Inferno lands. Toward where Tuula and Hannibal stood. To where the Devil was to die again. horse role played | hannibal / marut
basic text color | gray
speech color | dark red
song | suppose
artist | secondhand serenade
template | lizzeh 2009 [/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 18, 2009 15:46:59 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tuula grimaced as Hannibal quickly retreated from her touch, but she expected him to have done worse in all honesty. Her kissers parted to reply to his query. There was reason he should forgive her, or so she thought. But, he soon began speaking again. He had stripped her of her rank; she had known he would, yet it still hurt. Her two-toned orbs reflected the pain she received from each word that he spoke. Especially when he said that he would never forgive her. Her crown bowed down slightly, ears taut against her crown.
“Hannibal, I did not come here to return to Inferno,” the mare’s crown slowly rose as she began speaking. There was a new fire in her eyes; fury for all that he said. He hadn’t ever loved her, had he? From his words, it seemed not.
The mare took a harsh step towards him, her large hoof pounding the earth. “I will be returning to where I truly belong -- the land of my ancestors, where my son and my true mate resides. I was only here to offer you a chance to forgive me before you go. At first, I thought the forgiveness was to make me feel better; and, sure, it would have. But, at the end of the day it was going to end the same for both of us. And, you will be the one who regrets letting me go. You did this to yourself. You were the one who needed to forgive me, not for me, for you.” She snarled slightly as she spoke. Pain and rage coursed through her veins as the wind spun violently around them.
Her crown rose to the air; she knew Marut was in Inferno now. No, it was not the wind that told her that. He was her mate now, and Era’s had a special connection to their loved ones. Used to, Tuula could sense when Hannibal was around, but that had faded the moment he lashed out upon her dearest son, Bolin. It was time that she let Hannibal go. “Marut, it is time,” her vocals were soft although slightly shaky from the rage that boiled within her as she called out to the wind, to Marut. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° there was a day
you threw our love away
then you passed it to someone new iNSPiRATiON; [when the wind blows] [by all-american rejects] word-count; ; [373] [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 19, 2009 8:12:22 GMT -5
our promising lives, are full of empty promises |Steam seemed to billow from the large stallion's nostrils, as the tempurature around them dropped. Hannibal, in disbelief at Tuula's words, stood there, not a muscle moving within his body. His mind reeled, his blue eyes intent on boring a hole into the smaller mare. Where had this sudden anger bubbled from within her? Flicking his ears back, he finally came to his senses. "Good. Go back with the bastard," his words seethed with emotion, the hiss cold upon the already chilly air. His breath was heaved out of his chest, his body almost quivering under the anger that was contained. He wouldn't lash out and hurt her; it was against any moral he had left.
Hearing Tuula's words upon the wind, Marut quickened his pace slightly, his off-white coat standing out greatly against the dead scenery. But, he didn't care if anyone saw him or not. This wasn't to take too long. He could smell the two before he saw them, and when he came into view, his ears tilted back again. Stopping next to Tuula, the larger Era stared straight at Hannibal, nostrils flaring. "Ah, Hannibal. It is sad to see you under such ... circumstances." His voice had gone down to a hiss itself, his own blue eyes watching the dark stallion.
Hannibal was utterly confused. What was he doing here? Eyes went frantically from Tuula to Marut, then back to Tuula. "What is the meaning of this?! I will not have some vagabond just walking into my lands like this," he snarled, taking a few forceful steps forward. Marut stood still, his head held up, a smirk crossing his maw. "You do not need to call me such names, Hannibal. I am here to release Tuula from you and to take her back to the other Era where she belongs." The Era stepped forward, partially blocking Tuula from Hannibal, his ears still held against his head.
"Tuula. I need you to start running back to Bolin and the herd. Don't stop until you get there. As soon as I am finished here, I will be home with you." [/i] A gentle breeze fluttered around Tuula, Marut's gently voice in it. The Era stallion turned his head slightly to look at her, then turned his head just in time as Hannibal launched himself at the white horse. The Dark Lead let out a hellish scream, smashing into Marut's body with such a force that it caused the Era to stumble slightly. "A coward's shot, Hannibal," Marut seemed to growl, and he moved as Hannibal launched at him again.[/blockquote]horse role played | marut / hannibalbasic text color | gray speech color | tealout of character | wow.. muse.. MUSE. x3song | hear me nowartist | framing hanleytemplate | lizzeh 2009[/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 21, 2009 18:48:18 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The white Era’s head lowered slightly as she saw Hannibal’s frantic glances between her and her counterpart. She had only thought that letting go of Hannibal would be so easy. But, his utter confusion made him seem all too vulnerable and her deep-rooted passion for the hellion tried to wedge its way back through her heart. It was all too fortunate to hear Marut’s words upon the winds. His voice with its reassuring message was the only thing that could have made her strong enough to reject the abominable feelings that tried to surge through her.
Her crown rose just in time to catch Marut’s glance. A small smile crept upon her kissers, her velveteen muzzle longing to reach out and nibble at his crest. But, just as sudden as the smirk had crept upon her, Hannibal was launching himself at Marut. The mare jumped back as Marut faltered slightly. Tuula’s two-tone optics were narrowed as the hellion launched another attack upon Marut. Marut had dodged, and Tuula reared, an angered squeal screeching her vocals as her legs thrashed the air. As the ivory’s bodice retreated back to the ground, she appeared as if she was about to launch at Hannibal herself. Instinct was overriding all emotion she had felt just moments before. But, Marut’s blurred visage out of the corner of her eyes set her back into her place. She lurched back a few paces, nostrils flaring with rage. She then turned on a dime, bolting off towards the elemental lands of her ancestors as Marut had instructed, although her heart ached for leaving Marut behind to battle the devil.
She would not leave Inferno entirely before relaying her own words upon the wind though,“Marut, promise me that you will meet me there. If the tide turns in this fight, or another member of the herd joins the fight… if it looks like the battle could go wrong in anyway, I want you to flee and return to me. Promise me that!”
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° iF THE PAiN GOES ON,
i'M NOT GONNA MAKE iT! iNSPiRATiON; [DUALiTY] [by SLiPKNOT] word-count; ; [334] ' O°C | | It was hard to force myself to make Tuula flee. xD[/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 22, 2009 11:01:37 GMT -5
this is the anthem, of your existance |Listening to Tuula's words upon the wind as it whipped around him, Marut's blue eyes went to her retreating figure. Rearing up on his hind legs, he lashed out, stepping back slightly and sending a shrill whinny out. "I promise, Tuula, my love." [/i] Landing with a snort, nostrils flared out, as the off-white Era faced the hellion-hound that was Hannibal. The painted Lead stood proud, tail lashing angrily behind his body, staring at Marut. "This will end now, Hannibal."Fury coursed through the painted Mustang's body, as he launched himself at Marut, ears drawn fully back against his skull. Wind gathered around the Era stallion, rushing full force into the Dark stallion, but the hellish Hannibal managed to just rampage through it. In a flash, Hannibal had his teeth locked into the Era's shoulder, blood instantly pouring down the white stallion's shoulder. A grunt came from Marut, and he ripped away from Hannibal, the gash on his shoulder becoming bigger as he tore away. Moving forward, the Era had a plan. His hooves carried him through the trees, toward the pond, Hannibal hot on his tail. Dodging the trees, Marut flicked his ears forward only slightly, snorting and whirling around to face the stallion hot in pursuit of him as he had arrived at the pond. Hannibal, seeing Marut turn to face him, still continued toward the other stallion, his head pulled toward his chest, just like he was going to headbutt the other. The breath was knocked out of the Era stallion, as Hannibal plowed forcefully into his chest. Stumbling backwards slightly, the neutral horse threw his head up. How was he going to throw a punch? He backed up into the pond's crystal waters, his legs darkening as it soaked up the water. Hannibal hesitated on the bank, his ears flicked back still, blue eyes watching the Era stallion. But, the hesitation disipated, and Hannibal followed after Marut, then began circling him. Marut watched Hannibal closely, noticing how the water slowed down the other stallion's movements considerably. He could use this to his advantage. On Hannibal's third pass around him, Marut lunged for the large painted stallion, his body forced against Hannibal's side. Hannibal finally stumbled, the water splashing around his legs as he tried to straighten himself. Marut's teeth dug into Hannibal's side, a scream exiting the Dark as Marut pulled away when Hannibal tried to bite his face. However, Hannibal had managed to be quicker than the Era, and bit into the stallion's neck. Marut whinnied, rearing up and tearing his body away from the other stallion. Blood leaked along the off-white's coat, as he lashed out his hooves at Hannibal's neck and shoulders. They hit squarely, causing severe pain to shoot through Hannibal, stunning him for a second. Taking the advantage, Marut brought his head around, clamping down onto Hannibal's muzzle. Struggling against the other stallion, Hannibal's breath was labored, the hits against his body taking their toll upon him. Trying to pull away, the painted stallion only went into deeper waters, the water going up to his underbelly. Feeling the water up to his stomach, Marut decided this battle was taking way to long to finish. Still having hold of Hannibal's muzzle, Marut took a deep breath, holding it and plunging his head under the water. Hannibal struggled, having been caught off guard by Marut's sudden submersion underwater, he breathed in a vast amount of the stuff. Suddenly, he felt his body seem to topple over, his legs flailing as he landed on his side. Trying to regain his footing, Hannibal struggled, his head still held under the water by Marut. He didn't want to let go. Marut didn't want Hannibal to live anymore, to be able to hurt Tuula and Bolin any longer. Feeling the large stallion struggle to get back up, Marut let go, but raised his hoof as soon as he was above the water. Blue eyes watched the painted stallion try to get back up, and he snorted. "You are never going to hurt Tuula or anyone else again. Go back to Hell, Hannibal." He brought his hoof down upon Hannibal's head, quite forcefully, and Hannibal's struggling seemed to just stop instantly. The Inferno lead lay there in the water, blood pooling in the water around his body, and Marut looked at what was done. Flaring his nostrils, Marut turned suddenly, wading out of the pond, his ears flicked forward. The deed had been done. Shaking his head slightly, the victor reared, sending a shrill whinny into the air. Just for Orpheus. "Orpheus. The next time we meet, you will have every Era on your doorstep. And you will meet the same fate as your father."[/i] As soon as he landed, the Era bolted off, back toward Tuula and his home, leaving the body of Hannibal within the pond, the water tainted red by his blood.[/blockquote]horse role played | marut / hannibalbasic text color | gray speech color | tealout of character | HOLY COW ON A STICK. That was an amazing post. o=song | the anthemartist | zany and dv8template | lizzeh 2009[/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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