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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 8, 2011 16:42:30 GMT -5
That filthy little bastard! How could he be such a Light?! Stomping through Terra Scure, the hell-mare was bent on destroying things. She didn't know what, but she just wanted to go about and hurt, and cause pain. Drawing her ears back against her skull, Aeon's fiery eyes narrowed, and she hissed under her breath. She still couldn't believe Hannibal had let the twin's mother into Felwood. The bastard was growing softer by the day, and the hell-mare could sense a change within the aging paint.
He wasn't the same dark stallion she had come across when she first entered Hannibal's lands. Instead, he was a shell of his former self, wishing to be forgiven and willing to forgive. Not to mention, Aeon's mother. It was bad enough Aeon had to stay within the Era lands when she was a child, but since she had joined with her father, she had thought that her sperm donor would've killed off Tuula by now.
Boy, was she wrong. As Aeon continued to meander through the trees, she breathed in deeply, shaking her head. Oh, how she wished both of them dead, to be slain within the lands of Felwood, taint the grasses that the herd grazed upon. Demonic fire erupted from her skin, mixed with a harsh gale, circling the bay hell-horse in an angry mixture. A shrill whinny escaped the young mare, and the flames shot out at all angles, burning everything within a two yard radius. Not that it mattered if it was burned or not. Everything here was dead. As the flames crackled along the dead bark of the trees, scorching the already dead grass, a eerie calm and stillness came to the mare, as her brilliant eyes dimmed, her ears settled back against her skull.
Tail flicked occasionally behind her body, the flies still daring to land upon her bay coat to eat. But as they reached the scorching mare, they decided otherwise, instantly flying away from the scalding creature. Stomping a hoof, a sly smirk crossed the mare's maw, her nostrils quivering. The heat of the summer was nothing compared to what had just erupted from the half-Era. It was comforting to know that she could still explode like she did without serious injury to herself.
Moving forward, away from the dying flames that still plagued the trees around her, Aeon continued on her path to no where. Where was she supposed to go? She wasn't going to go back to Hannibal's lands, no, not when her foolish mother was there, and especially not since her father had seemed to lose his luster. The young mare's eyes looked around the empty land she was traveling through, half saddened by the quiet that reached her flattened ears. . aeon
. four hundred fifty five
. this ain't a scene, it's an arms race [fallout boy]
. holy muse. open to anyone.
. lizzeh 2011
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 8, 2011 20:33:20 GMT -5
There was a prideful step in the large brute's gait as he waltzed through terra scure. He had recently bred to a navita mare and was certain she'd be burdened with a spawn before too long. It was important that his dark bloodlines were carried on if he wished for conquest over this damned island. He was going to be a god-damned legend if he had his way, and it was important that he had someone to carry on his dark reign. A curt laughter slithered from his throat as he mused about such things. His offspring count had grown to four with this newest encounter, and two of those had not turned out the way he'd intended. He had hope in the remained two. He knew they would both be born into hatred, and in that there was promise for darkness and hope that they were wise enough to commit loyalty to him.
His current search had nothing to do with breeding conquests, and with the shake of his large crown he refocused on the current mission. Currently, there were only two remaining members in his herd, and he needed more if he were to get anywhere. He no longer pursued mares as he had in the past - no longer was he so foolish as to take them against their will into his harem. That only bred animosity, something he did not need from his herdmates. They needed to be a tight knit group following at his heels and that meant he needed loyalty and not mere fear from them. He needed to find strong, resourceful horses and quick, for now was the time in which attacks would be most fruitful. Most herds were as small as his due to the attacks of zunden and arrat forces and harsh seasonal threats, and even the large ones were susceptible to attack. The wind had informed him of the few larger ones being distant from one another - quantity rarely made up for quality.
Quality seemed to rear its head quickly enough and a glint of promise came across his blue orbs. The large brute could not see the mare but the wind roared of her presence. The gales were unbearably hot and sweat began to bead upon his pelt as he ventured closer upon the form. There was danger in approaching such a force, but Orpheus never cared much for heeding threats. Such was what the weak did.
Finally, an ebony formed soaked in the flames of hell itself came into sight with a flaming circle of destruction in her wake. "Quite a show, sister," he hissed as he stood just outside the ring of destruction from which she was leaving. He knew very well she could scorch him where he stood, and honestly, with the growing animosity between his family, he should have expected her to do just that. There was curiosity as he peered upon the creature - she was brilliant! A less-informed horse might have thought her to be zunden in blood, but he knew better. He recognized the flames of the hell-horse, and it never hurt that the wind was there to catch him up on some of the smaller details.
He had known his parents had had another set of twins, and the wind had told of drama but he had never cared much for the specifics, until now. The creations of his father's demonic blood and his mother's wind genes created a fabulous monstrosity - one in which he assumed to belong to Hannibal. But, no, the wind told of a rift between the twins and their father. She was his to sway, and what a wonderful little asset she would be to his army. "Father just couldn't appreciate the wonderful gift he'd been given with your birth, could he? As a herd, you could of ruled the island," his voice was full of a false nostalgia for what could have been, but in fact, he was quite glad his father had been so dumb. One's misfortune was another's promise. "He never could realize the potential fate had given him. He is weak."
character | orpheus
word count | 686
muse music | cobra starship, burn halo, and atreyu.
ooc | i love me some orpheus. |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jul 31, 2011 15:38:58 GMT -5
Just like every other horse gifted with the wind's abilities, Aeon knew her brother was there before he even appeared. Her hooves paused her small body, and fiery eyes glanced toward where his voice emanated from, ears tilted forward on top of her head.
[/font] Ah, Orpheus. It's quite a surprise to see you wandering outside of Inferno lands considering how the numbers of your herd are so few,[/font] the hiss radiating from Aeon's throat echoed around her, and she narrowed her eyes. What in Hell was he doing here? Tail swayed gently behind her body, as she turned her body to face him, small bits of flame escaping her nostrils as she breathed out. As he spoke of their father, the hell-mare merely rolled her eyes, a snort breaking her silence.[/font] Oh, please. Hannibal didn't even know we were born until Davi and I stepped into Felwood,[/font] this conversation was boring the young mare, as she shifted her weight slightly, ear tilting back on top of her head. She had had more interesting conversations with rocks, and that was saying something. With Orpheus still speaking about Hannibal and how he was so blind as to see what potential his newest set of twins brought, Aeon's mind wandered away from the current situation.
The light brown mare now thought of different things, each thought dancing briefly across her mind, before fluttering into an oblivion of nothing. Finally, Orpheus stopped speaking, and a small smirk crossed Aeon's maw.[/font] Weak? You're just realizing this now? And I thought you were the brighter of the two older brothers. Guess I was wrong,[/font] once again, the mare rolled her eyes at her older brother, nostrils quivering faintly,[/font] In all honesty, Orpheus, you're showing signs of weakness, just like him. You dwell on things of the past, when you should just let them go. Dwelling on things is a weakness, it lets others have an advantage over you. It just comes to show, you are just like him. He holds onto the past, too. It's why he's changed. Maybe, with time, you'll realize that you can't run from the truth, and succumb to a normal, dark-free life, like Hannibal has. Until you've let go of the past, don't bother talking to me. You'll always be like him.The fiery eyes narrowed at her older sibling, and the hell-mare continued, You miss Cheza, don't you?[/font] As she finished her question, the mare turned from Orpheus, a new emotion running through her, as she began walking away. She felt almost... triumphant.[/size][/blockquote] . aeon
. four hundred twenty one
. in the end | linkin park
. o: oh snap, she went there.
. lizzeh 2011[/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 31, 2011 16:02:16 GMT -5
The stallion gave a quiet snort, finding his sister's cocky demeanor quite the annoyance. He didn't say anything on the matter, merely quirking a brow as she rambled on. Orpheus wasn't phased by her words; he'd long since gotten past the point of taking the thoughts of others into consideration. Only a soft chuckle left his throat once when she spoke of him taking so long to notice their father's weakness. So young and full of herself, as if she and Davi had not gone to Felwood hoping all the while the great Hannibal would prove to be what the rumors suggested.
A smile finally crept onto his maw as she spoke of his deceased mate. At one point, he had certainly missed her - at one point, it was likely he had loved her. Now, her death was but a betrayal, and his fondness had long since withered away. "It was such a pity I hadn't the chance to kill her myself." The words were mused, more than directed to Aeon, and they wanted to leave a bad taste in his mouth - but were denied such a right.
"Yes, dear sister, holding onto the past is certainly a weakness, but don't parade about as if you are so innocent of the same folly. Hm, you who still scowls our parents - just because mom didn't protect you from being tossed out, and father didn't live up to expectations." Shaking his crown, the stallion felt he was finished with this meeting. He had no intention on attempting to force another member into his herd. Honestly, he had grown less and less concerned with the idea of having a herd altogether. He didn't mind having devout followers, but he cared nothing for offering them anything in return. Turning the opposing direction of his sister, Orpheus had new things to mull over now as if he might somehow figure out a purpose of living. |
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