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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jan 19, 2011 14:22:04 GMT -5
Insanity stood quietly as he stared from the snow patched mountain side he stood on. He felt himself become pent up with his want. His want is to cause pain, suffering, and death. He stood there, looking around, trying to find a target. He turned his head, feeling his chain on his face shift ever so slightly, making a single clinking noise. His real lips frowned, even though his painted, cracked lips stayed smiling. He felt his muscles twitch as he wished to find something that was relevant to his interest. This was his home, though nothing comes here. He was probably going to have to leave the neutral land to find a good victim. He snorted as he walked down the side, being ever vigilant for what he shall kill.
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Post by Wolfie on Jan 19, 2011 19:58:30 GMT -5
 HIT 'EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES !!!
Andar.
[/color][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] Andar had unofficially stolen Taj's land.The small cream painted colt ran off after there confrontation and disappeared, never again to be found. So soon after Andar scouted his lands for any weak points, he marked his territory heavily and left to recruit members for his herd. More like an army - he planned on recruiting two strong, bloodthirsty stags as his right and left hands. Then lower-ranking stallions, less willing but just as powerful, as warriors. Then mares, pile them on, to disguise the army as a normal herd. Keep the breeding restricted, kill any who disobeyed. Then, take over the whole isle. Few stood in his way. Perhaps Orpheus, and his new mate, Daniaya, who fought for the same rights over Isola Dei Dei - but Andar was older, and wiser. He had plotted and mapped out this war for many years, and it was now time to act.
He had been hungrily grazing the claiming lands for a stallion to recruit as an ally, and when he stumbled upon a demented looking, bloodthirsty devil stallion, he smiled heavily. Perfect. And that it was. Andar himself nearly shivered with fear upon first sight. He breathed deeply, and pondered. As good of an ally this stallion could be, his highly evident classic evil looks could be a downfall. Get him on your side, but keep him hidden. Find a normal looking, yet evil stag. Use him as a cover up. When the battle starts, pull out this guy - your ace card. No one will see it coming, but there will be hell to pay for their slow wits.
Charm, brethren. You seem so bloodthirsty. I have a proposition for you, but I have doubts you'll accept it. I'll offer a chunk of my hide for your acceptance.
To avoid any looks of desperation, he stood tall, mocha eyes well hidden under a thick forelock.
I have a vast land, thick with forest, good for fooling and hiding. You may reside there if you wish - it shall be your home. You can be my Beta Stag. You see - He laughed and grew closer, and whispered into the stag's ear I wish to rule all of Isola. Wishful thinking, but highly achievable if all go's as planned. Which it will, but a stallion like you, is vital. He backed up well away, and waited.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jan 22, 2011 16:12:52 GMT -5
It surely has to be cold out to a normal stallion... [you better not be implying that you're getting cold.]
Now why would I be saying that? We both know that I can't get cold. [exactly. so shut your mouth about being cold.]
Within the past few days, Hannibal's inner voice had gone from a rambling idiot to someone who could use complete sentences and actually hold a decent conversation. If someone had dove into his mind, they would think he had gone quite mad, talking to himself like he had been. Fiery eyes danced as the Dreadsteed moved through the land known as Cerchi Di Avversione, a forsaken place. Something the Devil's spawn was drawn to, knowing how many deeds had been done among the boundaries. Ears flicked atop the stallion's head, his fiery mane crackling in the coldness of the winter. Soulless eyes glanced around, resting upon the dead forest he traveled through, so much like Felwood, so close to his home.
The words of a horse came across his ears, and a sinister smirk crossed his maw. Within a mere second, fire consumed his body, and his painted self now walked toward where the two stallions were, his ears tilted forward ever so slightly. The old stallion soon came upon the two, that sick, demented smile still playing upon his maw. He had heard what Andar had said about wanting to rule Isola, and this caused him to chuckle inside. So foolish were these mortal horses, so foolish and unaware of the immortality the Devil had given him and his two newest offspring.
Rule all of Isola, you say, Hannibal spoke, his voice a mere hiss, calmness reflecting in his blue eyes. Nostrils quivered ever so slightly, his eyes drifting from Andar to this other stallion, an ear twitching ever so slightly as he took a breath in. These stallions were just like he had been before Marut had killed him: insane and power-hungry. Shaking his head ever so slightly, Hannibal chuckled under his breath.
They do not know. [do not know, DO NOT KNOW!]
Surely they would know me, everyone knows me. [know, know! everyone knows!
But, if they do not know, they will know. They will know who I am in the end. Everyone will. [everyone, everyone! they will know! everyone!]
. when they come for me > linkin park
. 379 words
. he's craazzzyyy!
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Post by Wolfie on Jan 22, 2011 20:50:48 GMT -5
HIT 'EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES !!!
Andar. As Andar waited for Insanity's reply, his mind began to drift to a mare he once knew, black as night. It many a year again but he recalled her name being Morrigan. He remembered her so at this moment because her words of wisdom and power sparked an interest in overpowering rule that kindled deep within his soul, and kept him going. The romantic thought of having his own utopia was his fuel, and he dreamed of his perfect world. Isola now was just a massive isle full of ignorant animals, but under his rule, it would be a perfect new world. And he would be the God.
He wondered where Morrigan was now. She never liked company, so she was probably hiding. And he was just pondering going to find her afterwords, when a voice interrupted his thoughts. Rule all of Isola, you say. His eyes shot open wide in fear. Another had heard? Taking a slow, deep breath, he looked behind at who it was. A tank-like painted stag with the smell of rotting flesh.
H-Hannibal? He muttered in dismay. Andar had not been hidden all his life - he knew well of The Era family drama, and of the other elementals from Morrigan, who herself was a Zunden cross. So this was Hannibal. Andar watched his every move carefully, before speaking up. Easy task it isn't, no. He looked the hellhorse over before adding. I have heard of your family's misfortune. Blasted Era. Andar had a deep hatred of elementals, Era in particular, for getting in his way and making things more difficult. The experience the Era had with disarming willful stallions was enough to make Andar fear his possibilities. This angered him to no end.
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