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Post by Wolfie on Apr 26, 2010 18:42:42 GMT -5
]  Screw the floor, the bastards deserve no such thing.Andar [/center][/color] The pinto stallion stiffened, ears flicked, and he halted. He sniffed the air, and sensing no nearby equines, carried on. He had been scouting this land, unseen, for a couple days now and was quiet pleased with the geography and mares here. He huffed to himself, and arched his thick neck, looking out. This herd would be his by nightfall, he would make sure of that. The stallion that lived here was away, getting mares Andar guessed, and he had yet to see what he looked like. This was a fault, the pinto always liked to size up his apponents, but as he moved forward, muscles rippled, and battle scars caught the light. Not knowing his foe would be a downside, this he knew, but for a land like this he was willing to take the chance.
Little did he know knowing so little about the history of Inferno Su Terra would be his downfall for sure. Hannibal, now a hell horse, had once walked these lands and called them his own, and now his twisted son, Orpheous, ruled it. Trying to take the land so connected to Orpheus's past, present, and future could be fatal. But was this the first time the aged stallion had taken such a risk? And how could he ever imagine taking over the whole island if he didn't have atleast a part of it to his name? He stomped his hoof, and jogged to the center of the land, flicked his ears again, and whickered.
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Post by sibber-chow on May 25, 2010 14:31:58 GMT -5
Orpheus had been away from his land, scouting for mare and stallion alike to join his herd. The times had been slow in contrast to all the tension and drama of only a few weeks earlier. The wind had informed him of an intruder upon his lands a few hours ago, and the young hellion was rather outraged. How dare another stallion step foot upon his turf without permission! He would see to it the stallion quickly learned his folly.
Sure, Orpheus did need more stallions to his herd. However, this particular one, the wind had called him Andar, was certainly not here on peaceful terms. Why would a stallion who hoped to join a herd slink in unannounced and map the lands and herd members out in such silence? He wouldn't. Yes, Orpheus was well aware this stallion wanted Inferno. And, hell would surely freeze over before the half Era brute allowed his lands to be taken by some wandering vagabond! If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight Andar would get.
Rage continued to seethe through the young hellion's veins as he picked up a lofty canter. He was nearing his target and had half a mind to charge him unexpected. He would not though. Orpheus, like his father, was a dirty fighter, but he had made his mind up that it would be more enjoyable a victory if he, at least, gave Andar a chance to retaliate. Coming to a quick halt in front of the intruder, dust and debris hit the air. Looking on through the cloud of dirt, the young stallion's icy glare never faltered away from the pinto. "And, what exactly do you think you are doing here, hm? On my lands..." A large hoof stomped impatiently on the soft earth as he awaited any sort of retort from his counterpart. |
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