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Post by Magic on Mar 11, 2010 17:16:09 GMT -5
Magicians'
Trick's
Compelled by a spell. Black Magic.
The windblown essa waked sullenly into the lands of the dark. Sadly, this wasn't a merry outing like all of the rest, but more of an occasion fit from desperation alone, in hopes that she would find another equine to beseech for comfort and hope. A caretaker to whom she could trust to look after her young when it was born, going by the slight chance that she might not make it through labor or any other misfortunes bade her death. She was well into her pregnancy and the foal was to come any day now. Her womb had swelled to an unjust size, but luckily her large frame suited it well. It would be a beautiful creature, she was certain. A thing made from the fruit of two stunning animals brought together by some force or another. Only, when you would look at the offspring she would soon have, you would see a horse of many dimensions. You would glance at it's mother and find some of it's ideals. Looking back over at the carrier, you would stare and stare, searching for another type of constellation stating that yes, it was the female and just the female that has made the foal. But no, see, that's just it. You would be struck by abounding characteristics exclusively drawn from the inside of the stallion to which the vixen had made love to. Therefore, it wasn't a complete loss although it surely would have been nice for you to have had the chance to see the trio of magnificent equine, one as a perfect family. That isn't how it goes, albeit maybe with a little time and luck, this dove, Magic, will feel again.
Looking up to the ball of fire shining high in the sky, a smile slowly spread across her facade. It was full of sorrow, for the loss of Carzeth and everything that they had shared. Between the two mighty creations, no words or actions could have prepared her what had come. The passing of her love made the withstanding foal all the more crucial to her survival. And that brought her to these lands, to wait for another being to walk by and offer her a place in their herd. Never mind her once high rank with the lead, that was over. The memories would remain in her mind with other happy thoughts, and that, everything excluded but that, would be forever sturdy and untarnished in the little paradise getaway called her consciousness.
Ooc: Might be a bit rusty, bear with me. Thanks.
Oh and this post is for any open herd, be it light, dark, neutral.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 31, 2010 14:26:01 GMT -5
It wasn't every day that Hannibal would wander into Terra Scure. But today was a bit different. He had to get away from Inferno lands, just to clear his head. What was going on with him? He wanted to be dark, wanted to show his family he was a force to be reckoned with. But, something recently broke within him. He was growing soft, he was letting Tuula go back to the Era herd, and to Marut, to his murderer, and he wasn't going to try to stop her.
Was he finally realizing what he was doing was wrong? That he didn't have a grudge against his former mate? Shaking his head, the painted stallion continued through Terra Scure, tail flicking slowly behind his body. Blue eyes looked around, wondering who was lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, the smell of another horse hit his nosrils, and he paused. It was a mare, but her scent mingled with a familiar scent, one he had knew from long ago.
Carzeth.
Blue eyes widened slightly, and the painted stallion moved forward, wondering if the Friesian stallion was here. But, he couldn't have been here. Hannibal knew Carzeth had disappeared a while ago, ever since he had chosen a new Lead Mare to take over Halloween's spot. Maybe this mare was that Lead Mare. Flicking his ears forward, Hannibal paused just short of where Magic stood, and smirked. Yep, he had been right. And by the looks of it, Carzeth had left his mare pregnant. Typical dark stallion.
Not wanting to startle the mare in any way, Hannibal walked out into the open, and flared his nostrils ever so slightly. [/font] "Miss Magic, I take it? You probably don't know who I am, but you could've heard about me..." Hannibal paused in his words, staring at the mare before him. Perhaps she needed a place to stay? Besides, he was planning on taking over Nefarian's herd sooner or later, kicking him out so that he could have a territory to himself for once."I am Hannibal. May I ask what you're doing here, of all places, so alone.. and pregnant by the looks of it?"[/font] Ok, so the stallion didn't skirt around anymore. He would get to the point straight away. Hannibal didn't look like he was trying to pull any tricks.. did he? He shifted his weight, keeping his blue eyes upon Magic, making sure he was far enough away in case she wanted to have a go at him with her hooves.[/color][/size][/blockquote] song + re-education through labor ; rise against
character + hannibal
word count + 419 [/color][/size] to the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away
and the blare of the sirens combing the streets
chased down like dogs we run from
your grasp until the sun comes up
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Post by Magic on Jun 1, 2010 20:19:10 GMT -5
Magicians'
Trick's
Compelled by a spell. Black Magic.
The essa had been looking off into the distance, where her mind seemed to have escaped to. Sapphire orbs were glazed over, her facade a mix of melancholy and boredom. Suddenly her maw twitched, her senses kicking into action. An equine was around somewhere, and by the strength of their perfume she assumed it was a stallion. Blinking several times, she sucked in a deep breath of fresh spring oxygen, and waited for the stag to approach. Surely he would, considering how she was a single dove, expecting. Until they saw her sixteen hands high skeleton full of one hell of a horse's power. Despite the large growth around her barrel, she was fully capable of knocking the wind out of a few testy beasts.
The hessian stepped out of the bushes, revealing himself. She eyed him wearily, analyzing all of his markings and features. Mmm, this is that... what is it? Annibal, Shannibal? The one from Inferno,[/i] she thought to herself with a smirk. He was known for being a dark, but that didn't bother her. Why would it? She was a dark herself. It was good, really. When he posed his questions, she politely waited for him to finish before starting. "Yes yes, Magic is right. It's a pleasure meeting you, Hannibal," she said with a pause to let herself think "Now don't play coy with me, you and I both know what I am after. My abdomen is about ready to burst and I'd rather let it all happen in a herd than anywhere else." Then she gave him a devilish smile, and flicked her whipcord. Of course he would accept her! It would be preposterous if he didn't. A fine lady such as herself was not one to pass by, and the genes of the foal which she was carrying were destined to be good. Taking a step forward, the madame breathed lightly.[/color][/size]
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 5, 2010 16:55:00 GMT -5
"Surely you have Carzeth to take care of you? Or did he up and leave you?" It was no place for Hannibal to place such snide comments, but for some reason, something within him snapped. Perhaps he wasn't ever going to change? He would stop chasing the hope and dream of gaining Tuula back. But, perhaps, he could build a new herd up and be a threat once again. And maybe Magic would be part of this. "I have a plan, Magic. And perhaps you would like to help me achieve this goal I have in my head."
Hannibal wasn't planning on turning good any time soon. But, he would ask the Devil to release him of his bonds. To keep him as a Dreadsteed, with his ability to transform back to his normal self, but to be able to live upon this Earth forever.
Ears flicked slightly, as his mind whirled. He needed a place for his future herd to call home, though. He could take back Inferno and force Orpheus to bow to his power, but.. no. There were other lowly places that would be easier to take over. The one place that came to mind was Nefarian's harem. His small herd held no chance to surviving under attack from the immortal Dreadsteed.
Blue eyes fell upon Magic once more, and that sinister, familiar smile that the stallion always seemed to bear came into veiw. "What if you were to help me take over Nefarian's harem, and I will start a herd there, with you and your foal having sanctuary there? You are welcome to decline this offer, but I doubt your child would survive outside of a herd setting."
Of course, he still had to talk to Spirit about this. His feelings for the mare hadn't changed, and perhaps now, Hannibal would have a Lead that wouldn't betray him. [/color][/size][/blockquote] song + re-education through labor ; rise against
character + hannibal
word count + 312 [/color][/size] to the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away
and the blare of the sirens combing the streets
chased down like dogs we run from
your grasp until the sun comes up
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Post by Magic on Aug 19, 2010 16:24:59 GMT -5
The femmora turned around, slowly walking away while still listening as Hannibal spoke. As soon as he finished she steered her overripe body making a sharp turn back towards the hessian. Her orbs burned a deep blue fire, ablaze with hate. "What business is it to you?" she questioned him harshly. Maw set in a fine line the dove came closer and closer till the two equine's crowns were nearly touching. Standing there for several moments she let out hard, fierce breaths. Slowly making a turn again she listened to him go on. "This plan you speak of... expand please."
He went on, and she listened quietly, rolling his offer back and forth over her mind. Nefarian was the neutral who owned the bare lands of Felwood, was he not? Not the prettiest flower in the bouquet, yet it had some sort of food, water, and protection. The latter was the hardest to find and what she needed for her young. Magic had been gazing down at the soil for what must have been minutes, when she looked up and met her sapphire pools with Hannibal's. "I would have to accept." A small smile creeped onto her kissers and she came to the stallions flank. "Lead the way."
Ooc: My oh my... Long time no reply! : /
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