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[bg=#271C1D] A new place. Hooves moved the fiery demon forward, into the place he hadn't ever wandered into before. For some reason, this place of death, of fear, of anger, of things done by others, called to him, beckoned the hell spawn onward, enticing him. The inferno made creature's eyes glanced around the blood stained ground, taking in the different smells, of blood old and new. It caused his body to quiver in excitement, anticipation, want. He wanted to start something, to sink the fangs that hid within that maw of his into a living being, drink their essence away, cause them to drift into an never ending abyss of death. The thought of causing others pain caused a low rumble of satisfaction to move through his fiery bodice. Small patches of hell fire seemed to melt away upon his bulky hide, the grullo coat of a more natural form taking over. In a blink of an eye, Hannibal's demon body was masked by a mortal form, a trait the Devil had liked so much in his minion, that he allowed Hannibal to transform. Although, this coat was not like his original one. No, gone were the painted features that the island had grown accustomed to, grown so familiar with. Gone were the brilliant blue pools that were his eyes, that could stare you down and freeze you in place. Now, brilliant ruby eyes stared ahead, reflecting the hell fire that raged within his body. Crimson streaked tail slapped at the flesh covering his hindquarters, steam rising from flared nostrils as Hannibal snorted into the spring air. Isola was in for a rude awakening once Hannibal had gathered the darker horses of the island for the master plan. The master plan. Satan sure did trust Hannibal enough to carry out this scheme of his. At the thought, ears drew tight against the darkened skull he had acquired with this new form. However, any other thought was drawn away from his mind, as rustling nearby drew the stallion's attention. Turning his head abruptly, so fast that it would cause any mortal horse to be dazed for a few seconds, he sought out who dared spy upon him. As he drew closer to the brush that had been disturbed, he noticed the footprints leading away, recognizing them as a hare. He grunted, turning away from this discovery, looking back to the blood soaked grounds. He was bored, and some part of him wished an unlucky soul would stumble upon him. [ hannibal [ and the demon roams. [ muse music consists of: those who slay together, stay together; chiodos infinite legends; two steps from hell invincible; two steps from hell love and loss; two steps from hell [ four hundred twelve. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.

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This place reeked of blood and death, and to her, it wasn't quite an unpleasant smell. Cerchi di Avversione was usually alive with terrible screams of fighting brutes, the snapping and wrenching of teeth on flesh, but tonight, it was eerily silent. She had to say she was disappointed - she had hoped she would be able to count how many horses died this night. It was always brutal and fun to spectate on - and not for the faint of heart to observe. There was no mercy on the losers - if you show up to fight, you show up to die. It was just the simple rules of the game, and that's what you played by if you dare step into the blood soaked arena. And if you followed the bloodied trail that led from it, you would find the graveyard of the fallen fighters, some bodies buried, others left to rot on the surface. Some said that these grounds had become haunted in the short time it had been running, and others argued not, but she knew that there were some things unusual about this place. Maybe that was what was keeping all the horses away tonight? She wondered what had caused such the change in atmosphere, but she wouldn't have to wonder for long. She was going to find out what was the cause of it by the end of the night.


The blue roan mare picked her way quietly through the forest, only the faint sound of her breathing giving her away to anyone that may be listening. She always boasted herself as the mistress of stealth, as she always knew how to stick to the shadows and sneak up on unsuspecting horses to give them a scare. Her ears swiveled as she listened for any other sounds of life, but all she heard was the scuffling of a rabbit as it bounded off, spooked by another being. Maybe there was another horse around, looking for a show, same as her? Perhaps, it was worth her time to investigate. She glided quietly through the trees at a slow jog, her ears swiveling and nostrils flaring to see if she could locate where this mysterious being was. Sure enough, in the distance, she could see the shadow of a horse, and she slowed her pace to a walk as she studied the new horse. There was something different about him.. no horse had glowing red eyes, except for one infamous horse that everyone spoke of, in hushed tones. "Here to witness a fight, Hannibal?" her voice drifted towards him, a smirk beginning to play on her lips. "Or to start some trouble? Either way.. this place seems to be deserted. Word must of caught that you were headed this way. Pity - I would want to see some fool attept to take you on. Wouldn't last long, but it would be a good laugh, don't you think?"

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[bg=#271C1D] The shadows that surrounded this place of evil called to Hannibal, tempting him to roam elsewhere, that no one would wander upon the blood soaked arena to fall into the waiting fangs of it's current occupant. Ears floated against his skull once more, hidding underneath the ebony and crimson locks, as a snarl erupted from his voice box. Hannibal sure was antsy to start something, a boredom setting in that resulted in someone getting hurt or killed. His mind had forgotten the rabbit that spooked from it's hiding spot, his attention drawn to the circle of stone he now stood. Tail swayed behind his body, as ears raised from their place, listening to the dead silence that had grasped Cerchi DI Avversione. Usually in these instances you could hear your own heartbeat, but since Hannibal wasn't exactly a mortal horse, and not having a heart... you get the picture. A deep inhale brought the stale scent of all the challengers who had triumphed, failed, of the spectators who watched out of pure amusement, to see who would become one with the ground beneath their hooves, and who would live on. Hannibal ached to see one of these gruesome fights, perhaps even join in on the fun. As his mind feasted upon such thoughts, he had let his guard down, something Hannibal had seemed to always do: past, present, and possibly his future. As he came to his senses, he hadn't noticed the blue roan who had emerged upon his contemplation. Turning his head as her seductive tones reached his perked audits. Of course she would know who he was, even in this disguise. He was, after all, the only horse who had these mysteriously glowing red eyes. I never come to start trouble, trouble always seems to find me, his words were hissed upon the night's air, the moonlight hiding behind thick, dark clouds. Ruby eyes turned to Vivian, a sadistic smile already spreading across his muzzle. A gentle breeze swept around the demon spawn, whispering sweet nothings to the stallion. There are very few who know I am actually back upon Isola, mare. And I doubt anyone would want to try to fight me, not with the devil o my side. His mixed coat smoldered, small bits of hell fire crackling along his body, his eyes jumping to life. Another heartbeat, of any mortal horse, and these changes had vanished, smoke rising from his body instead. So tell me, mare, who are you, and what exactly do you want? If you know me as I'm assuming you do, you would've been wiser about crossing my path, his baritones were thrown to her ears, teasing her, though they held a slight threat to them. No one dared to mess with Hannibal, not when he had numerous abilities at his call. Especially after absorbing Aeon's essence. [ hannibal [ my muse is emerging! [ muse music consists of: those who slay together, stay together; chiodos magika; two steps from hell dark ages; two steps from hell frozen moments; two steps from hell [ four hundred seventy two. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.

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The blue roan paused at her point just out of the treeline, and though she had been very bold to even try to speak to Hannibal, it would be suicide if she didn't at least keep some distance between her and the hellion. Who knew what sort of mood he was in tonight? Though she was usually quite straightforward with any horse, he was one that she should really be cautious of. Everyone knew that it was true that he was the Devil's hellspawn, and he could cut down anyone who stood in his way with no problem. Some would probably say she was crazy standing here, but she was curious about him, and all the stories that surrounded his name.

She listened to him with genuine curiousity as he spoke, and in result, she lightly shrugged her shoulders. "Word stretches quite far when something unusual happens upon this island," she said nonchalantly, keeping casual, though she was a bit intimidated by the stallion. Was that fire she thought she saw flare across his skin? After she blinked it disappeared, but she wouldn't doubt that it had happened. There were many who spoke of the dark stallion's power, and it was said to be unmatched by anyone. She would doubt the exaggeration, but some things about this horse couldn't be explained logically. The rumors of him being the Devil's spawn were no doubt true - he even just said it himself. She shrugged her shoulders slightly again, her violet eyes keeping focused on the stallion. "I admit, I was curious about you," she said, "Not very wise of me to seek you out, yes, but I'm smart enough to keep my distance." She flicked her ears, still apprehensive, but he hadn't done anything to threaten her so far. "I'm Vivian, by the way."

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[bg=#271C1D] As the dull moments seemed to drag on forever, the demon looked to the clouds above, half wishing that the storm that was brewing would already rain down upon them. Fiery eyes turned back to Vivian, the gentle breeze that had been playing with his mane seconds before now sweeping around him, moving along the bloodstained terrain, and dancing around the roan mare. It tugged at her mane, then disappeared, a faint whisper within the warm night. Hannibal rolled his eyes, and snorted, small bits of fire ejected. Mind warped around the thoughts of bloodshed, the thoughts causing his body to quiver in want. Jaw clenched, as nostrils flared, eyes staying upon the mare who hid by the treeline. Unless the devil wanted the horses of Isola to know that I was back. And even if they knew I was, they would probably assume I was my old, painted self, he muttered, taking a few steps toward the roan, his ears tilted forward. His grullo coat still smoldered, small patches of his skin seeming to burn away as the hellfire underneath tried to expose itself. A faint chuckle rumbled in the stallion's chest, as he drew his ears tight against his skull. His movements stopped him too close to her, his muzzle reaching out, fangs bared slightly. You are wise to keep your distance, but again, if you knew me so well, you would know that distance doesn't matter. The words faded into the tense air that had suddenly swarmed the pair, the hell spawn's ruby eyes staring Vivian down. Vivian, you say? Never heard of you. Must not be too important, then. Hannibal turned abruptly, walking back to the circular stone that he had been standing on minutes ago. Head lifted, nostrils flaring as he breathed, watching as the dark clouds swirled above. [ hannibal [ shorter, but meh. [ muse music consists of: new divide; linkin park [ three hundred two. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.

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The mare studied the stallion carefully, watching as his skin seemed to melt away to expose glowing flesh that was like fire. He seemed completely unaware, or at least uncaring, that his hellion skin was trying to fight free. It was an unusual sight, and she had to force herself to remove her gaze from it to return her focus on his glowing, ruby eyes. Her ears swiveled slightly as she listened to him mutter, but from the distance between them, she could only make out a few words. She didn't mind that though, she wasn't hanging off of every word he spoke. Some were like that; they saw Hannibal as some sort of god, someone to worship and kiss his ass. He was powerful with powerful ties, yes, but he was just another horse with extra abilities. Very deadly abilities, but abilities the same. She looked towards him with wary eyes as he slowly came closer to her until he was within touching distance, and she froze, unsure, but she kept her composure well. Instead she snorted at the closeness and his assumption, flicking her ebony tail on her haunches. "I don't know you at all," she said with contempt, her eyes slightly narrowing."That, and the common sense to give something dangerous some space." She listened to him as he spoke again, and huffed with some annoyance. "That should be a good thing, actually. You only make a name of yourself if you have a bad reputation, and the only reason for a mare to have one is if she sleeps with every stallion she comes across. I haven't heard of any bitches killing someone recently other than the fire and reaper herds. " Her eyes stayed narrowed as she watched him walk away and return to the bloodstained stones with irritation. This stallion was pretty weird, but if you were dead for some time, she would be too. He also had a inflamed ego that he apparently liked to ride off on. She stood there for a moment, before giving her mane a shake and turned, heading back into the forest as quietly as she had come. She wasn't expecting friendly company, but she hadn't expected to be talked down upon like she was a child. If he wanted to stand alone in the dark, he could do it if he wanted.

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[bg=#271C1D] Fire was emitted into the night's air as the hell spawn snorted at her words. It was true. Most mares that were well known were either whores or had murdered someone worth noting in their lifetime. Hannibal's ears flicked forward, crimson eyes glancing at the form of Vivian. It didn't surprise him in the least to see the mare turn and retreat back the way she had come. In fact, it was almost as if the hellion knew the mare would've walked way. Hannibal wasn't a social horse like most were, his attitude caused a giant rift in that aspect of his life. Turning to look straight ahead, his ears pinned against his skull, a sharp wind escaping from his body. Who said I wanted you to leave, the sharp gust of air barred the path of Vivian, an invisible wall that she could surely collide with, though not hurt herself. Hannibal stood quite still upon the platform, concentrating on this barrier of air that he had created. The mortal shell he had cased his fiery body in began to smolder, the demon within wanting free. [ hannibal [ no muussseee. [ muse music consists of: archangel, two steps from hell powerless, linkin park [ one hundred eighty five. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.

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Vivian found it easy to weave through the shadowed trees now that her violet eyes were adjusted to the consuming darkness. The sky rumbled above the treetops, and she knew the storm had to be breaking soon. She should probably find better cover before she got soaked to the bone. Her ears flattened on her skull as she heard Hannibal's voice practically slam her senses as she collided with something, catching herself as she shuffled backwards in surprise. But she saw nothing that she could collide with, but the roar of wind was strong as it hissed in her ears and flung her mane wildly about her neck. She snorted, her purple eyes rolling. She hadn't expected him to be able to control any other element other than fire, but she knew nothing about him, so she had to be able to expect the unexpected. She stamped her hoof as she debated returning to him, even though it seemed as if she didn't have a choice with the invisible wall blocking her path. Giving another noise of irritation, she turned and made her way back through the trees back to the bloody clearing where Hannibal stood, right where she left him. "And who said you wanted me to stay in the first place?" she retorted, remaining by the treeline once more. "What do you want, anyway? I figured you liked your privacy, considering your lack of social skills toward company. I was apparently mistaken."

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[bg=#271C1D] Thunder rumbled overhead, the oncoming storm threatening to finally break as the dark clouds toiled overhead. Hannibal had waited for Vivian to appear at the forest's edge once more, before allowing the invisible wall of air to disappear. Turning his head, he looked at her, ruby eyes glittering faintly. It's not that I don't like having company. It's having intelligent company. Most of the horses on this island are so dim witted that I'd rather kill myself than stand being a minute within their company. You, on the other hand, seem to be more bearable than the others. The hellion turned his body so he was facing her now, tail casually swaying over his hindquarters as he continued to watch her. So tell me, Vivian. What kind of home do you go back to? One of these pathetic herds where everything is all hunky dory, where you don't need to care about anything? Or are you one of those very few mares that haven't been tied down to a certain stallion? He was digging for something, alright. Perhaps he truly wanted to know where the fiesty mare lived, for what purpose, though? The devil spawn looked to the swarming clouds overhead, just in time for lightning to flash, small droplets of rain finally released from the storm clouds. Rain didn't bother Hannibal that much in this form, he was quite glad that the devil had agreed on a normal form. Gaze drifted back to Vivian, and he took a few steps forward, the air thick as the storm began it's fury. [ hannibal [ another short one, sorry. D: [ muse music consists of: burn it down, linkin park wind queen, two steps from hell love and loss, two steps from hell false king, two steps from hell [ one hundred fifty nine. [ table [c] lizzeh 2012.

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Vivian's violet eyes studied the hellion with great care, meeting his glowing crimson ones without much fear. If he haqd really intended her harm, than he would have done so already. There was no reason to fear him now. She merely huffed softly as he spoke, but nodded, still studying him carefully. "Gee, thank you. I guess that's not too much of an insult, I suppose," she replied, shifting her weight slightly. Her gaze turned to the sky for a moment, listening to the increasing rumbles as the clouds prepared to break. She didn't want to stand out in the storm like an idiot, but seeing that Hannibal wanted her around for a bit longer, she hadn't much of a choice to leave for shelter. She could feel the energy from the storm, the rising tension before it suddenly split, spilling down water like a bucket that almost instantly began to soak the mare. She snorted, shaking her damp mane in annoyance as lightning split across the sky, the only true source of light besides the constant eerie glow of Hannibal's eyes. She blinked as he asked her where she lived, and smirked slightly as he spoke about 'those pathetic herds'. She shook her head, giving a soft chuckle. "No, herds aren't for me. Besides, these days all stallions are interested in having herds for are to spread their lines, and I don't intend to become a broodmare to some hick who screws anything that moves. I prefer travelling as oposed to that," she replied, smirking slightly as she gazed over at him. Of course a few stallions had tried to recruit her, some more forceful than others, but she wasn't just all looks. Her lean muscle could pack some heavy damage to those who didn't understand the concept of 'no' for an answer. Quite a surprise for them, really, but they got their lesson taught to them to not underestimate a mare. They weren't some screwing machines that could be, and should be, cowed into staying into a herd, doing nothing but eating and being a brood to some foal that could be a total brat. That sort of thing was extremely unappealing to her.


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