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Post by eclipsemidir on Dec 28, 2008 12:16:06 GMT -5
RAGERage wonders into the unknown region of Green Mountain. I need a herd but who would adopt a warhorse of my nature? I was trained to kill and protect. Besides wouldn’t I be made fun of for not having a mare? A herd would never accept an outcast like me. Alls I could offer was my skills of fighting and that wasn’t much. I wanted a family. I had heard about a dark horse named Chaos. He frightened me for I was unsure what he would do if I tried to claim one of his daughters. Besides I bet most of his daughters were dark horses. I was a light stallion but preferred to stay neutral unless I agreed with a certain side. Hopefully a wondering stallion would come by and ask me to be in his herd. That was a big hope for such a stallion.
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Post by rayvencullen. on Dec 28, 2008 20:39:04 GMT -5
BLACK CHAMPAGNE WHY ARE YOU ALONE? ; ; Green Mountain had been the newest of the charcoal brute's route this evening, coming home from a little tour of the shared lands. All around him the scent of a stallion overwhelmed him, was this his chance to let out his rage towards everything that had happened not days earlier? Could he take out his anger on this unsuspecting colt - to him Rage is a colt - and hopefully satisfy the beast inside? It was best not to get his hopes up, so for now he let his tendons carry him through the terrain like he knew it like the back of his hoof. No he wouldn't hurt this stallion, he'd figure out why he was out. Alone..
; ; If he got the answer he wanted, he'd pass on without doing much harm. A cocky answer would result in a beating, he was certainly not in a happy mood. Marvolo was back in action, and it put all the equines at Midnight Acres in danger, but in his mind he knew there was nothing he could do to stop his blood-thirsty great uncle. So, he'd have to watch the animals around him die out with Marvolo's commands, but eventually he'd come out from his hiding to challenge one of his followers, given a good reason of course. Radars flicked out beside his crania as he approuched the beast, watching him with intense teal eyes and allowing him time to register one wrong move may be fatal.
; ; Massive shoulders rolled forward with his movement, still advancing on the animal. Crania was held low and even with his spine, eyes glazed over with some sort of thought as he stopped mere feet away from the brute. When he came to a complete halt and sized down the war horse, his neck arched upwards to show he was king of some terra and he expected some sort of respect. A puff of air rushed from his lungs as he decided to speak to break the unearthly silence surrounding the two trained killers. Well well, what do we have here? A straggle stallion, ey? Why are you out here alone?
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Post by Trill Stalker on Dec 28, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
Zarian Softly Craving, Come Comfort My Hunger. Offer Me Your Soul. My eyes still burned with furry over how my kingdom had just recently been challenged. That little twerp of a stallion starwishe had stalked into my land and had tried challenging me for it. So it was obvious that I didn’t have enough visual power around me, and that I needed some more backbone for my herd. And that was why I found myself stalking into Green Mountains. I had never really walked these lands, because I hadn’t had a need too before. I had claimed my kingdom early in the game I hadn’t needed a different stallion to pick me up and to save me. Besides if I had never claimed my own land I highly doubt I would come here anyway, I had a problem with authority, and didn’t take kindly to being ordered around.
My long grey tail swung from side to side as I continued on my quest. This land was good for one thing though, finding a stallion that didn’t mind taking orders. I needed warrior and the bigger the better. Nostrils faired at the strong scent of another stag. This one was a light, I could tell by its reek but it also had a tinge of strength and will in it that brought me to thinking. After a few more minutes of walking I came upon the stag that my nose had led me to. And also found another one. They both look a little scrawny. Carnage snickered, it was also an encouragement for me to start a fight with them; he was just itching for the taste of blood. I rolled my eyes at my dark side, he could be really cruel at times. The two of them are clad in muscle. And although old friend I am powerful the two of them as a team could give me a run for my money. Some would call me insane because of the multiple personality’s that lived in me. But I liked to call myself special. Carnage chuckled, his voice deep and rolling. I am you, you are me. Till death do us part. I wanted to growl at the devil, but I held my tongue, it would seem slightly odd if I started to talk to myself, because others couldn’t see or hear Carnage or Puritinus (my light side) the two of them were only for my enjoyment.
Shifting I raised my head and let out a deep call, it was filled with dominance. I wanted the stallions to know who was in charge. “I am Zarian King of Silent Woods.” It was a brief introduction but it would get my point across. “Stags, speak your names.” I didn’t ask, because it would hint to a starting of friendship and I wanted loyalty first. I needed a strong front.
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Post by rayvencullen. on Dec 29, 2008 0:01:23 GMT -5
BLACK CHAMPAGNE I'M NOT A WARRIOR, BUT I AM WAR. ; ; From the charcoal's place the other stag did not answer, so instead the thoroughbred stock lowered his crania threateningly again and spoke a little louder. Stallion? Surely you're not deaf! He nearly yelled, the sheer power and strength in his voice scaring even him. Nasals flared against his will, taking in the scents around him before acute senses could tell another was on it's way here. Stallion, neutral. Zarian.... Cloud muttered, and almost instantly the king turned his head towards the dappled brute, eying him curiously.
; ; Don't know how many times I must repeat myself but. I am Black Champagne, king of Forgotton Valley and great grandfoal of Dio. He didn't greet Zarian the way he greeted others. Normally after his introduction he'd say good morning or good afternoon or good evening, here he did not speak a word of kindness. Now his was set between fighting between letting this warrior go home with him and preventing Zarian from stealing him away. A snarl pulled at his lips, although it was to no one in particular, he silenced himself before he started an unnecessary fight.
; ; He turned his facade away from the dappled to look at the smaller warrior before turning back to eye Zarian. Would he have to fight for a warrior? He hoped not. All of his energy wasn't concerved for fighting for a warrior, warriors come when they please. His energy was concerved for fighting Marvolo, if he ever got his claws on him, but he doubted he could do that without getting seriously injured. Besides, the Light and Dark war was coming up.
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Post by eclipsemidir on Dec 29, 2008 9:23:15 GMT -5
RAGE Rage looked from Black Champagne to Zarian. Zarian was the one he really wanted to fight under; after all I had fought Anntho just to impress Zarian. But Blacj Champagne seemed strong as well… My thoughts told me to go with Black Champagne but my body moved towards Zarian. I trotted over to Zarian and bent on one knee. “Lord Zarian, please expect me into Silent Woods.” I heard a snort from Black Champagne. Would he attack me? Would he attack Zarian. No, he would have to murder me to get past Zarian. I didn’t think he would want to waste his strength on a war horse like me and a great horse like Zarian. After all Marvolo was coming as was Chaos and Riku’s war.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Dec 29, 2008 13:00:13 GMT -5
Zarian I Am King. Chalenge Me My Dear, The Darkness Hungers For it. I Am War. My ears dropped to my skull and my face morphed into a stern expression. Don’t know how many times I must repeat myself Well that was a great way to great a King, even if you yourself were a king; you weren’t supposed to sound so pompous. A deep breath left my chest and blew out my nostrils in slight aggravation. It was apparent that Champagne and I were here for the same reason. We both wanted the warrior stallion. What am I Chop Liver? I want the warrior brute as well. Carnage bit out. No your opinion simply doesn’t matter. The only reason you want him is so that you have a better chance of challenging him. And I wont have that, I need loyal warriors not play things for you. I needed to get Carnage straitened out right away so that he would have no doubts that I would not allow him to harm what was mine. The black spoke some more but I didn’t really pay attention to him, my eyes drifted to the stallion that we were both here for.
I watched in amusement and satisfaction as the Light stallion walked towards me and bowed respectfully. “Lord Zarian, please except me into Silent Woods.” It hadn’t taken much on my part to get the stallion wanting to join my band. “I do need a warrior for Silent Woods, brute. But I know little to nothing about you. I don’t even know your name, even though I did demand it.” I let my attention drift to Champagne once again. How would this stag react to the warriors simple devotion to me and complete negligence of him?
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Post by eclipsemidir on Dec 29, 2008 14:20:55 GMT -5
RAGE “Rage… My name is Rage, Master Zarian. I fought a mare of Chaos’ and tied with her. I may be weak but I will fight for you even if it costs me my life.” I remained bowed on one knee. It was killer but it was my way of showing respect. What the hell is taking him so long, I thought in my head. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain in my nose. Damn Anntho! Why did she have to do that to my nose? She would pay one day. At least I halted her from attacking Riku. Foolish Riku, why would you kill Sophie?
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Post by Trill Stalker on Dec 31, 2008 1:33:15 GMT -5
Zarian The Chain Licks Are Clicking Together To Form A Future Of Protection. Master, hmm I didn’t like the sound of that, it reminded me of my days with my father and how he had wanted me to be his subordinate bitch. “You will never utter the word Master again. If you are to follow under my rule then I expect you to also have a say in the protection of my kingdom. And if I was your master then you would get no voice. Do you understand? Remove that word from your vocabulary.” My voice was tinged with a hint of anger but I with held most of my true feelings because I did not want to scare away this could be warrior. “I know Chaos, he is the Dark King of Hollow Woods and an enemy of mine. I do not respect you for fighting with a mare but you must have had a good reason for it. And as for weakness, just because you tied with a mare does not mean that you are not talented I know many mares who are powerful in there own right.” Batel and Latanya were two who had great strength that lived in my home. “Rage stand up.” He surly had a cramp in his muscles from kneeling for so long. “I need warriors and although I do not trust you fully yet I will allow you in my lands.” (you don't have to reply here since you already have a post in Silent Woods and this was Zarians acceptence post.)
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