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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 15, 2009 13:45:28 GMT -5
THE MEMORIES LEFT ABANDONED.
[/font] __________________________________ [/size][/sup] Firey hoof prints followed after the form of Hannibal, his dark brown and white coat no longer in place as he walked through Terra Scure. No, he had taken his true form here. He didn't care who saw him right now. His mind was swarming with thoughts and memories. What in the world was going on? Snorting, the firey hell-hound continued on, the flames composing his body crackling slightly as he walked. The skies above let a few snowflakes fall, but they never fell upon the stallion. They were melted by the heat before they even reached his body. Flicking his tail slowly behind him, he snorted again, a small bout of fire erupting from them. He was growing bored of being stuck in Nefarian's lands. He needed something to do. In a small flash, his firey appearance disappeared, and he was back to how he looked before he died.
If anyone were to wander upon him now, he would be eternally thankful. He wasn't lonely, just ... bored. song * new divide by linkin park.
muse * ewww, this was a load of .. i don't know. but i needed to post with hanni. D<
character * hannibal
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Post by Magic on Jan 4, 2010 21:52:37 GMT -5
Frasco
..........................So cut to the chase
....................its time to escape
............. before it’s too late
The lightly dusted alabaster stallion trotted loosely into the dark lands, head held high as always with dignity and intentions. His main intention today was to find some half-decent foliage for sustenance. He had stopped underneath a large pine and began to paw harshly on snow. After only a day’s time the snow had hardened and gained a crisp shell. Breaking through the outer layer, Frasco nosed the icy grass underneath. As he raised palette up, ice crystals clung to his maw. He did not mind this fact though, for a ways off he spotted a paint hellion. His physical appearance immediately struck the stags memory. Hannibal.
He was sure that Hannibal had passed. He had seen the brute’s own son kill him! Yet, the shape of the once mighty beast never wavered. Picking up his hooves, he moved towards the form being careful not to appear hesitant. Once a few mere feet away, he spoke clearly, ”Hannibal. Long time no see, I must admit!“ he spoke the words joyously, and added a hearty laugh at the end for good measure.
Ooc: It's been a long time since my last post, so bear with me here. xD
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jan 9, 2010 21:03:17 GMT -5
THE MEMORIES LEFT ABANDONED.
[/font] __________________________________ [/size][/sup] The sound of an approaching horse caused the stallion to look over his shoulder. Noticing an old herd member of his, Frasco, the stallion flicked his ears slightly. "Well, well. It has been a while, Frasco." The snow had stopped falling, and Hannibal looked up at the sky. The clouds did, however, showed signs of exploding with a blizzard of snow. Looking back at Frasco, the painted hell-horse flared his nostrils.
"What is going on within Inferno since I've been away? Has Orpheus been doing well as lead?" The stallion couldn't care less about what his son was doing. He wanted to know what was going on in Isola, what was happening and all. He needed to find the dark horses of Isola now, just to see what their plans were. However, these thoughts were pushed away from his mind, as he focused on Frasco once more. song * new divide by linkin park.
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character * hannibal
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