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Post by Vel on Mar 3, 2009 19:43:27 GMT -5
Aiden
The Fire Lord
Aiden figured that it was time to call for a herd meeting. He had waited a week since his last member joined. He figured that more would come, eventually.
Aiden had chosen a nice, open spot in the middle of his land. The ground was a deep born, dirt mixed with ashes. Random shurbs and grass patches spourted here and there. Behind him in the distance was the peaks of mountains that could be seen, a bit closer, the volcano.
Aiden raised his crown and let out a call to all his herd members. He also shot a column of flames in the air for a visual signal. He huffed and waited for hi members to come.
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 3, 2009 19:56:51 GMT -5
The filly trotted to through the land, only to hear her master's calling. Sighing, the expecting filly hurried to get there. Thoughts rang in her head, she knew the time was near. She'd doubled in size, her belly swollen to her knees. The flames arose, she was huffing and puffing by the time she was there. Plopping down on the ground, ctching her breath, she announced breathlessly, "Here Mster."[/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Mar 4, 2009 14:00:07 GMT -5
Vatra Harks sprung foward at the sound of the herd leader's call. Over to the north, she caught sight of a trumpet of flame, racing into the sky. Vatra turned in his direction and gathered speed, galloping across the ashen land. Hooves thundered against the ground, sending black soot clouds billowing out behind her. Her pace eventually slowed as she neared the spot from where Aiden had called. Pools fell on his form and then wandered to where the young filly was laying. Nares snorted out of habit. It was so uncharacteristic for such a young filly to become a mother. Her own herd would never have tolerated it. Stopping near the pair, she bowed her dome slightly, and greeted Aiden. Doing well? Vocals were smooth and soft, yet strong at the same time. With one flick of her tail, she relaxed her stance, gaze kept at Aiden. |
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Post by camino on Mar 5, 2009 17:46:35 GMT -5
The mare was disguisted as she entered and saw the balloon shaped mare huffing and puffing, looking to young to sport a foal. She spat and felt as if every spark of flame in her body was lit. "'et up, you perverted wench. Your showing weakness, and that's foolish to do around Zundens." She said, her eyes bloodthirsty, as if she was ready to pounce on her. "I'm here, as you wish." She said with a sigh.
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 5, 2009 17:52:53 GMT -5
The filly was up in an instance, inches away from the other vix. "Shutup ya little peice of crap! Like I really care what a frickin' show-off has to say!" like she had said before, yet to control her anger. Her yellow optics furious. "You have no right to say that to me!" she spat back, harks back against her neck. Normally, she would never say anything of the like, and Aiden probally knew it. Everyone probally knew, but then again everyone probally didn't...[/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Mar 6, 2009 16:05:59 GMT -5
Vatra Orbs shifted as another Zunden wandered in. She addressed the pregnant filly and found herself agreeing with some of what she had say. Zunden's didn't often show any sign of weakness because of their sense of superiority and great powers. Harks lay back against her crown slightly, sensing the air around them as it became more tense. Nares snorted, glancing to Aiden. She would break these two up if she had to and she wasn't afraid to hurt them. Front foreleg stamped the ground, sending up a plume of ash, displaying her dislike with the situation. |
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Post by Magic on Mar 7, 2009 20:45:32 GMT -5
Milintica
I am getting so hot. I'm wanna take my clothes off. As Milintica strode over to the group of four he nodded to his Lord, Aiden. It was obvious that there was a scuffle just waiting to happen. A fight would be great entertainment, but surely Aiden wouldn't allow it. The Zunden breed wasn't mean't to harm eachother, it was only the impure that got the beating. A grim smile crept onto his face, and he watched the one who he guessed had started the argument.
Walking over to the Lead, smoke flared out of his velvety nostrils from when he was running. "Should I part them, or do you suppose they should be left to themselves?" He inquired seriously. Taking a step towards the two, he waited for an answer. The sooner this was done with, the sooner the meeting would start. |
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Post by Vel on Mar 8, 2009 11:10:04 GMT -5
Aiden
The Fire Lord
Aiden looked to Romance and scoffed at her as she entered, greeting him. He turned his crown away and continued to watch the empty landscape for more of his herd members. He then saw Vatra approaching them. "Yes." he said, answering her question. He gave her a breif smile and a nod of his tiara.
Aiden then noticed that Ember had come onto scene and she was arguing with Romance. Aiden turned around and said "Enough!" rather loudly. He snorted and kept a cold stare on Romance. He finally turned away when he herd Milintica's vocals. "Leave them be. If the don't stop their childish arguing, then I will send them away from the meeting." he said, throwing a glance back at the two mares.
Aidne turned his bodice to face all the members that were currently there. "We will wait a bit longer for more of the herd members to show up, then we will start."
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Post by Wildfire on Mar 8, 2009 15:12:09 GMT -5
Vatra Vatra sighed at his command. That should keep the two quit for a while. Attention focused back to Aiden, pools taking in his alpha stance. Harks returned to their normal position atop her crown, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the herd. Her bodice relaxed, shifting her left hind pillar and dropping her banner so that it scraped the ground. The flame like markings looked as if they were dancing with each breath she took through her nares. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Mar 8, 2009 15:34:32 GMT -5
Cirque came upon the scene just as Aiden's lyrics snarled a demand at two foreign-to-herself mares. The vix's nostrils quivered as she took in the tension, but she seemed neither frightened or the least bit concerned. Slender legs carried her forward. She kept a fair distance from everyone, merely surveying the Zunden around her. Finally her golden flecks caught sight of Aiden. Her head lowered into a gentle bow before rising once more, though not at the height she had come in with.
Standing in her place, orbs were once more on the search. She surveyed every equine around her without the slightest noise parting her lips.
[ooc: sorry I have no muse. eergh.]
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 10, 2009 17:27:13 GMT -5
Aithne [/color][/size]
A dark blood-stained vix pricked her auds as Aiden's bugle echoed across the terra. A snort came from her, smoke puffing out of her flared nares. Her eboney mane tossed in the heated wind, warmed as it blew over the top of the dormant volcano. Giving a toss of her crown, the fae trotted off in the direction where herd members could be seen gathering by Aiden in the distance. As she came closer her pace slowed to a walk as she joined their ranks, glancing all around the band with a pair of cat-like golden orbs. Aithne then looked to Aiden expectently, completely ignoring the bickering bitches.
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Post by camino on Mar 12, 2009 16:21:08 GMT -5
Childish argueing?
She didn't argue. She only said to get up and stop huffing and puffing and stop her complaining! She did it to herself. She snapped back. Like Ember would give two fucks, or five fucks, or any fucks for that matter if she was kicked out. She was hungry and bored and there was nary a thing here to keep her intreasted enough to listen.
Her delicate eyes, fire inside them, looked around. She was disgusted. This was the best the legendary had to give? They all sounded like Lights, to her, and none of them looked like they'd burned anything for years. Hmph. She thought. So this is what we have to offer? How horrid. This is truley pathetic.
She kicked a stone ahead of her and sighed lazily.[/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Mar 13, 2009 5:31:49 GMT -5
Vatra The mare had almost a sixth sense for what others were feeling and she caught the furious emotions tumbling through the other mare's thoughts. Dome wipped around, ivories bared. Her harks were pinned to the top of her crown and she shook with rage. Who do you think you are?! Harsh vocals snapped at her. Learn to control your temper. We may not all evil bitches like you, but we are powerful. As for burning?... She paused mid sentence, and a circle of flames erupted around the mare she had directed her accusation toward. They reached up to the height of the mare's chest. Is that good enough for you?! With a snort she released the fire and it simmered back into the ground, leaving a ring of ashes. Pools locked on the other, harks still pinned to her nape. This was the first time she had really let her anger fly in the new lands. |
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Post by sarahjane on Mar 13, 2009 18:02:03 GMT -5
Safara
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So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
____________________________________ The vixen had heard about the reformation of the Zünden herd from a few sparrows who lived up in the mountains where she resided. She had been alone for a long time and figured why not go and see what was going on. So here she was.
The ebony and fire vixen had been slowly jogging through the supposed regained territory of the Fire Herd that had been lost almost two centuries ago when the Elemental herds had been practically eliminated from existance. Now was their time to rise again, and Safara was ready to help. The isle belonged to the Zünden, not to those mongrals that had over run it now. The Fire Herd was the only superior herd and breed on the island. All others, including the Elementals that were left should be exterminated.
The vixen halted when she heard the call of whos he supposed to be the last of the Fire Lords, calling out to his herd. A small smile crept onto her façade. Perfect. Now it wouldn't be too mcuh of a challenge to find any herd members. She tossed her dainty crown and broke into a jog once again.
The fae halted several meters away from the group. Three of the mares seemed to be arguing and the others were watching on. She glanced them over, her orbs finally stopping on who she thought to be the leader, a odd ashen sorrel with ash grey banners. She slowly approached him. "Greetings." she said, bowing down to him. "I assume you are Aiden, the last of the Fire Lords. Correct?" she asked him, not really expecting him to answer. "I have come to join the army, to help take the isle back so the Fire Herd can once rule again."
Safara bobbed her crown and glanced at the gathered herd members. "Seems you have reasonably sized herd. Considering that most of the purebloods are gone." She noted. Her orbs returned to the Fire Lord. "I am Safara." she told him, realising that she had not yet introduced herself. "So, you think you have room for another in this lot Fire Lord?" she asked, smirking at him, taking a step closer. |
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Post by camino on Mar 13, 2009 18:06:57 GMT -5
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The mare laughed lightly. She didn't move a single muscle, even when she was called a bitch. She was proud to be one, and that's what put her on top-That's what made her the most dangerous equine here-Maybe even worse then Aiden himself.
"I did control my temper. I have not said nary I word since I first arrived to this meeting, and it is you who is flying off the handle." She said, and backed up away from the flames, even though they didn't hurt her. She was a pyro. Flames didn't hurt her as much as they would a normal horse. She kicked the ashes and backed up, casually.
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