through the fire and flames. [OPEN TO ALL]

[big daddy lizzeh.]

on the blackest plains of hell's domain.

Deep within the forgotten bastion of Hell, the Devil stared at the burning creature before him, eyes narrowed slightly. "And you want to go back? I've taken you away from that realm already, my son. Why in the world would you want to go back," his voice was a hiss, and the black mass before him twitched slightly, firey eyes of it's own never blinking. As if understanding the creature, the Devil closed his eyes, and nodded. "Fine. You have your wish. But you are not going back as your former self. You will be going back as one of my minions, of black and fire. You mess up this time, I swear, you will not be returning."

[/i] The creature before the Devil bowed his head, and turned, disappearing into the flames crackling around them.


The winter wind swam through the leafless trees, small snowflakes falling onto the ground. The sky was dark, the moon shimmering faintly behind small gray clouds, the sparkling stars dotting the navy skies. The scene was beautiful, even if it was in one of the darkest places on Isola. However, something about it suddenly changed. The moonlight, and it's creator, disappeared behind blackened clouds. Snowflakes stopped falling, and the air became thick. The ground trembled slightly, and from a large, twisted oak, steam seemed to erupt from it's bark. Fire suddenly erupted from it's trunk, spreading up the length of the tree, the sudden explosion seeming to shake the ground. From the fires erupted a black mass, tearing away from the tree and landing in the freshly fallen snow.

The snow melted away around his hooves, fire consuming most of the lower parts of his legs. It crackled as he walked, leaving small firey hoofprints on the ground. Fire also composed his mane and tail, and it moved lively, crackling as well. Fire composed most of his insides, the Devil surely having made a masterpeice of his minion. Eyes were fire as well, and when the hellion opened his mouth, there was fire as well. Nostrils also were consumed by the Hellfire. The stallion, if he could be called such, moved slowly away from the now burned tree, his firey eyes looking around Terra Scure.

It seemed as if armor plating coated the back of his neck and proceded along his shoulders. Spikes seemed to jut out from his withers and shoulders, also along the top of his head, down along his forehead, stopping a little below his eyes. Horns curved out of the place where his ears were supposed to be. The dark horse smirked, turning around in place, obviously liking his change in appearance. Head turned to the shadows within Terra Scure, and his nostrils flared, small flames shooting out from them.

"Like I said, minion. If you mess up this time, you won't be coming back."[/i]

The Devil's voice hissed through the air, and the hellion turned his eyes to the blackened tree, his portal to the mortal world. "I won't fail you this time, master." His voice was deep as he spoke, and he glanced back toward the other trees within the area. He was back, and it was time for his revenge.

"Go now, Hannibal. Seek out those who did you wrong, and kill them. Make them pay for wronging you."

The devil-horse smiled wickedly, and reared up as the Devil laughed, sending a blood-curdling whinny out. As he landed, fire erupted around him, blackening his skin. The once painted stallion now stood there, coat black, fire crackling around him.

Hannibal had returned for revenge.


picture is here.
characters are the devil and hannibal.
song is through the fire and flames by dragonforce.
muse is amazing.
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[OH HAI SPI!]

let your spirit cry out loud..

Spirit slowly plodded through the snow. She had lost both of her twins, her beautiful filly, Vodka, and her leader, Hannibal. She was also without a herd, and she was on her own. Spirit was terribly sad, worried, and lost. She no longer knew where to go or what to do. Suddenly the ground seemed to shake. Spirit's heart leapt into her throat. She was curious as to what it was. She picked up her pace, as thought to what the tremer might be raced though her mind.

The freshly fallen snow glittered in the afternoon sun, drops of water fell from above as the snow melted off the trees. Spirit ears fell forward as she heard a murmer, a voice. The voice sounded so evil, it sounded like it was the devil himself. But then a more familiar voice sounded. But it couldn't be.. It couldn't be Hannibal. He was dead. She shook her head, as if she thought she was going crazy.

As Spirit walked over a small hill, she saw a horse type creature. He had a trail of hoofprints that were on fire behind him. And flames shot up at his feet. He had terrible horns and spikes various places on his body. Spirit was terrified. She could swear she heard her heart pounding in her chest. ' Ha-Hannibal? ' She stammered in a barely audible voice. She couldn't believe her eyes.

The terrified mare hear the horrible sound of fire cracking as he walked towards her, and the sound of fire as he exhaled. Spirit was to scared to run. She stood frozen in place, she feared he was back to kill her. But why? She had never done him wrong, in fact she had loved him.

Character Spirit.
Muse eh.
Song I forgot..
Word Count to lazy to count..
Notes Hanni is back!! (:

[big daddy lizzeh.]

on the blackest plains of hell's domain.

Hearing his name, Hannibal's head turned toward the sound. The voice.. it sounded so familiar. Firey eyes glanced to Spirit, and his nostrils quivered slightly. The fire consumed his body once more, and he was back to his normal self, the painted body in place of his true self. "Spirit?" His voice was still deep, and he walked forward, no longer leaving flamed hoofprints on the ground as he walked. Stopping before her, the once leader of Inferno reached out to touch her cheek. "Spirit. It has been too long," he whispered, and it made him sad to see her. He could feel how terrified the mare was as he touched her, and it nearly broke him. The Devil had made sure to strip him of his heart when he died, so he didn't know how or why these feelings wavering off of his once herd member caused the hollow place in his chest to ache. Flicking his tail behind him, Hannibal then let a soft smile cross his maw, and he nibbled on her forelock.

"Do not fear, my Spirit. I am not here for you." His voice was soothing, as he placed his nose upon her neck, wuffling softly. If only she knew, if only she would understand, that he wasn't here for her at all. That he was to do his job then leave the Earth again forever.

picture is here.
characters is hannibal.
song is through the fire and flames by dragonforce.
muse is amazing.
template is credited to lizzeh.

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[OH HAI SPI!]

let your spirit cry out loud..

Spirit watched as his body was engulfed in flames, and then he returned to his "normal" body. The poor mare, just couldn't believe what she was seeing. His sooting words helped to calm her down a little, but she was still quite puzzled. She just wanted Hannibal back. His touch felt so wonderful. It was amazing that he was back again, but she knew it was for only a short time. ' If your not here for me, then who are you here for, love? ' She whispered, almost afraid to ask.

The wind began to pick up speed, and the clounds engulfed the sun. The snow stopped melting and the temperature seemed to fall quite rapidly. Her gaze was fixed on Hannibal, at least she would be able to say good-bye to him, unlike before. But she didn't want to go on living without anyone, without him and Vodka. she had thought many a time about taking her own life, and if she did maybe she could rejoin him.

The petite femme wondered if he was able to know what she was thinking, because of course he wasn't really "his old self." He had to be some sort of minion of the devil or something. She knew that he was back for revenge, and she was terribly relieved it wasn't her. His touch hadn't changed, nor had his beautiful voice, and she loved seeing him again.

Spirit thought back to when he was still.. normal. She felt the cool grass on a hot summer day as she lay next to her newborn filly, Vodka. She watched as Hannibal stood nearby for some time until he had to leave.. And She thought back to the last night she saw her filly. The world seemed like such a cruel place at times. But it also seemed like a very beautiful place.

She gazed into the beautiful eyes of her beloved Hannibal, as she asked him a question. ' How long do you have to be.. here..? ' She asked quietly, for she didn't want him to have to return to the forsaken pace from which he had just come.


Character Spirit.
Muse so-so.
Song I forgot. heh.
Word Count three. five. six.
Notes daw Hanni has to leave poor Spirit ):

[big daddy lizzeh.]

on the blackest plains of hell's domain.

Listening to her questions, Hannibal flicked his ears sligthly, breathing out ever so slowly. In truth, he didn't really know the answer to her last question. The Devil never really did say when he was supposed to return. "I'm only here for my family, Spirit. Tuula, Bolin, and Orpheus. And perhaps Marut, for killing me." The name of the Era stallion who had defeated him came as a hiss from his body, his normal blue eyes swirling with flames for a second before he regain his composure. Stomping a hoof on the frozen ground, the hell-horse threw his head up slightly. "Spirit. I know you want to rejoin me. I know what feelings you hold for me...but you shouldn't. I'm going to have to eventually go back, you and I both know this, and holding onto me is going to hurt when I leave again." He walked to her side, placing his maw on the opposite shoulder, hugging her. He didn't want to leave her either. She had been truly loyal to the stallion when he was alive, unlike the rest of his family. Sighing, the Devil's servant finally turned back around, facing the charred Hell portal.

"I should really start looking for them. You can accompany me if you wish. I am going to stay in this disguise while we travel. Don't want too many to know my true identity," his words were whispered, as he knew the wind surely was sided with the Era. Nudging her neck slightly, he then turned around, heading into the shadows of Terra Scure, allowing Spirit to accompany him if she wished to.

character is hannibal.
song is through the fire and flames by dragonforce.
muse is amazing.
template is credited to lizzeh.

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[OH HAI SPI!]

let your spirit cry out loud..

Spirit smiled slightly as he "hugged" her. It was nice to see him again, but she hated the fact that he had to return. Spirit nodded as she he said he must start looking for "them" ' I would like to accompany you, love. ' The femme turned and follwed him, she wasn't going to leave his side.

At times it seemed like a dream, how often does someone come back from the dead? Spirit tucked her head as the fierce wind blew in her face. The azure blue sky was now filled with large gray clouds. The birds no longer sang their sweet beautiful songs. The water that was dripping before now was freezing up again. The leaves were whirling about them, it was almost as if they were dancing.




Character Spirit.
Muse eh, horrible.
Song I Dun know D:
Word Count one. three. one. D:
Notes Want me to post Avvolgere La Terra?

[big daddy lizzeh.]

ooc: Could you post in Felwood? I posted a thread in there with Hannibal. (: