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Post by c h a n t e || on Nov 16, 2010 15:18:52 GMT -5
Amulet
Lithosphere continued to swirl by. After so long it all starts to look the same. The emerald stalks no longer seem so pleasant, the trees start to blend and loose their beauty, the landscape blurs and seems to lack elegance. This was all created by the gods, it was suppose to be cared for, admired, and most of all harbor it's inhabitants safely. This was suppose to be a haven. But to heavens there must be a hell. This hell had seemed to sweep over the flea bitten virile. His life, his purpose, seemed to be tainted. Amulet had believed this for so long it was hard to convince his conscious other wise. But as he studied his reflection upon the sparkling aqua of the realm he actually saw himself for the first time in a long time, and he didn't like the picture. He saw his skull drenched in his pelt of ivory and ebony but as he looked deeper he noticed his orbs lacked spark. They seemed dull, almost a flat black instead of the occulars of the young tyke he once was. His hide also lacked the shimmer of most other equines. He ate and took in his nutrients but maybe happiness had something to do with the dull look of his pelt. His appendages stepped him back only a couple steps till his reflection had disappeared. His chassi remained entirely motionless. His mind reeled furiously. He had been running for so long and thought of nothing for so long that he hadn't looked at the big picture. This wasn't about him. This realm needed him. He felt the darkness creeping throughout the earth and at first the feeling shook his core. But now, he felt nothing. This wasn't right. Amulet let his mind wander. His occulars fell shut as he tried to dig throughout the caverns of his brain. He went back in time slowly, trying to remember everything but for so long it was all blurred. It was just landscape after landscape but suddenly it changed. He remembered slowly waking up. The lithosphere beneath his still stature was cold and it made him shiver. His muscles burned from the beating he had endured and his pelt itched with the healing wounds. Amulet pushed passed this to when he watched his sire and dam fall forever. They had been crushed by nightmares in their fight to relieve this haven of darkness. Amulet was suppose to help, he was suppose to be something great. It seemed like ever since that battle that the darkness seemed to get worse. Maybe he was the key to help stop this epidemic.
Amulet's towering stature stood strongly as pride swept over him. His sire had trained him to make him something great. It suddenly all made sense. His father improved his skills so he could help his tyke even more. His dam had only chosen his sire for breeding so that they could make a powerful offspring. All these years Amulet had wasted on running away from what he suppose to do. His chassi felt energized with something he had never felt. His muscles coiled and with an enormous bound of strength he launched his stature into movement. His braces seemed to eat the earth with their long stride and sharp movements. Amulet weaved through realm with grace, his stride never faltering. His muscles never gave in to oxygen deprivation. The brute was in excellent shape and this journey was going to prove that.
Amulet's travel started when the sun sat high upon the atmosphere. Most would call this time mid day. When the czar's movement finally started to slow the sun was starting to fall into the horizon and the atmosphere was starting to get chilly. Amulet's motion ceased upon a small hill. His caverns flared lightly as he took in oxygen. He had finally started to get tired and this break was well needed. But as his gaze lingered upon the land he seemed to get a sense that he didn't need to travel anymore. Crimson roses littered the field with beauty. They seemed to pop out of the fading emerald with power. Amulet's gaze looked upon the earth, and he suddenly got the sense that this was home. He could feel it deep in his loins. His daggers padded lightly across the terrain farther into the welcoming realm. Did anyone else live here? Surely someone must live here, it was so...beautiful. It just seemed so right. The fire within him seemed to settle too, as if it felt right here too. His caverns flared once more, taking in a sigh before letting it out to linger along with the atmosphere.
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Post by DANNY:] on Nov 18, 2010 12:38:52 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Pandora [/glow] An immense blanket of solitude drifted over the graceful femme, as she ventured over the land in which she inhabited. And it was not the land, not anymore. It was her land, she belonged. It was amazing how much the fire realm made her feel like she was at home- and she was secretly delighted that nobody had intruded yet; she wanted this magical place for herself just a little longer. Apollo had mostly strayed away from her direction of path- always keeping an eye out for visitors or potential members of the herd. She however, had basically just been skimming the land like a pebble thrown across the waves of the sea, just enough to notice any intruders. Pandora thought about her position in the herd as she walked, placing one slender, onyx-feathered hoof in front of the other. Putting one foot forward at a time. She thought about being a Warrior- the position she had always dreamed about at night and fantasised during the day when she slaughtered those evil creatures that often scampered away with their tails between their legs before being chased after and cut down like crops with a sickle. She still bore the scattered scars that ran across her pelt-
Her pelt. Ah yes, her pelt. The pelt that shone like blood and rippled like the crimson liquid as well. It glittered and reflected the eye of the sun that beat down subtly- yet it was not unnoticed amongst the beauty of her coat. Among the delicate, wispy black feathers that ran down her knees to her hooves, her athletic figure, and smooth, dark banner, she rarely went unnoticed, and would of made quite a sweet little mate for a steady-going stallion quite a while ago if it had not been for her dangerous personality. She actually thought nothing of her looks- was very oblivious actually, but she was quite self-orientated and confident when it came to her ability to kill others, and she should be sure of herself too, because when it came to fighting her opponent was as well as dead. She knew it was strange for a fey to fight- often her enemies were shocked to see that, close up, it was actually a featureless mare that they were fighting, and not the muscled brute they had thought she was from a distance. Since her dreadful devil-spawn had been burnt from inside her stomach she had grown accustomed to fire as well, and now she could peform many tricks and spout wonderful flames with a flick of her chiselled head.
So. It was extremely strange for her when she scented a lone stallion drift across the land, and she snorted with confusion. Pandora broke into gallop and soon neared the brute. She stood afar, a few paces away from him, watching at a distance. Her featureless face bore no expression as usual, and her voice was a tad shy from un-use as she spoke, but it still had that same angriness and power about it.
Tell me, lone wanderer, and tell me quick. Who are you and what is your purpose? words: 517 thoughts: Pleep ploop goop loop troop sloop mrooooop! Apart from that, yo Chante!
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Post by c h a n t e || on Nov 18, 2010 14:53:05 GMT -5
The realm seemed ever so calm. The night was caving in upon it and Amulet was welcoming it. He was starting to feel his travels. His muscles weren't tired but his mind was. His skull never seemed to stop churning as he slowly brought himself back into reality and out of his own world. His appendages sauntered his chassi through the earth lightly as he searched for a spot to call a bed for the night. His movement ceased suddenly. His skull lifted towards the heavens slightly, his doublets twirling swiftly. A scent lingered on the atmosphere for a moment but then it disappeared. The brute's caverns sucked in air trying to pick up the scent again but the atmosphere lacked the smell. Dropping the subject he let his stature relax some. The virile remained propped up on all quad braces but his serpentine leveled out with his spine and his towers slumped with relaxation. His lids felt ever so heavy over his charcoal occulars. He let his orbs shut lightly and that small movement seemed to have a great impact on the czar. His conscious seemed to swim about his head. He felt as if he were spiraling into a never ending hole, but this felt good.
The virile remained still just letting the sunset take over the realm. Amulet didn't sleep, he just let his mind, chassi, and spirit rest. A light zephyr sweeped through the realm. It made the atmosphere somewhat colder but it wasn't uncomfortable. Amulet's cranium lifted some his doublets flickering again. He was sure that he sensed something. He had lived alone for so long that he could tell something was there before it even made sight. His muscles tensed in reaction to the feeling in the pit of his being. The blaze within him rose at the sense of danger. The flames seemed to bite at the bit, urging Amulet to let them fly. He ignored their request knowing that if he needed their company it wouldn't take much to let them loose. His serpentine arched letting his drapery fall about his fascade. His whip snapped at his hocks in irritation. Whatever was about this realm was coming closer. The scent burned at his caverns.
When a crimson equine came into his gaze he quickly analyzed the stature. The equine was built and athletic much like his own stature. His occulars glared back at the unknown being. He studied the equine more only to decide it was a vixen. He didn't let himself relax though, something about her made his fibers stand on edge. The fae made her way towards him eager. She too was on alert, maybe this is where she lived? Her presence was soon in his. He looked down upon the wench. His stature was tall and he looked down on most. Her words cut through the crisp atmosphere at him. She held such bitterness in her sopranos. This was why he didn't like being around other equines. "Aw vixen, you wish to know me but yet I don't know you. Why should I tell you anything? For all I know you could be working with the dark." his tenors snapped back at her. He made sure his vocals were harsh, he wanted the minx to know he wasn't messing around. He wasn't going to come back into society and get pushed around by some little wench on a power trip.
ooc|| Hey Danny! lol
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Post by DANNY:] on Nov 18, 2010 17:11:11 GMT -5
He tensed when she neared, and as she closed in she saw the way he stood- tall, lean, bringing his neck down to meet her burnt-out oculars.
His coat was flea-bitten yet sturdy, cranium held high in purpose and dominance. This angered her more as he should have been submitting to her power- she was a warrior in the land of fire, and he was a mere roving male. He should of been on guard- wary, suspicious.
Aw vixen, you wish to know me but yet I don't know you. Why should I tell you anything? For all I know you could be working with the dark.
She smirked at this retort. Back chat would get him nowhere with her. Pandora was unphased, yet disgusted at his manner. He spat those words right back at her instead of thinking. Words swirled around in her mind also, and she had temptation to use them, but she chose a more sensible path.
Ask yourself this, brute, do I really look like one to play games with? I have fought enough creatues of the dark to know one when I see one. You are no Chimera. You are no Nightmare. I can sense the fire lapping beneath your skin, I can feel it tickling my own solid bodice. You are one of fire, that I am sure of.
She spoke calmly, yet with a ferocious posture, tail held high and tiara held higher. Her tough neck hed up this elegant head with mere instinct, and she scowled at the one that stood before her. She had no time fo such nonsense- she had no time for this cocky Brutus who was so sure of himself.
You are outnumbered here. The great god Apollo looks down on us both- Apollo sees all. You would be deranged to step into his land and not hinder this fact. If you seek the god, I can show you the way. But, I am saying I can, not I will. If you do not speak up and tell me your curse I will be forced to deal with you- chase you from of these lands or kill you if you wish not the cowards way out. And don’t think of trying to find Apollo yourself- he masks his scent easily and is hard to find if your paths have not been entwined before. I have lived here for a couple of months now, and as a warrior and temporary scout of Apollo I know my way around this place.
Pandora was still not entirely sure whether this equine was a stallion who wanted to join, or if he wanted to just cause trouble. Her naturally un-positive attitude defiantly dampened the situation, but she was unaware of that. All she was aware of was the rude brute who stood before her.
So, boy. Are we to become friends or enemies?
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Post by c h a n t e || on Nov 19, 2010 14:25:03 GMT -5
Amulet's occulars looked over the minx more. Her hide was tainted such a vivid crimson it was almost unbelievable. She was strong, independent, and looked somewhat dangerous, Amulet could just tell. Her drapery cascaded wildly all about her frame. The bitterness this wench held put him off though. The virile needed to remember to watch his tongue. It had been so long since he had been around another equine that it was hard to be courteous. His origins didn't raise him like this though. The brute listened to the harsh sopranos of the bitter vixen but he let himself cool. His blaze relaxed and he took breaths of oxygen deeply into his lungs. When she guessed that he was gifted with fire he simply let his gaze hold upon her occulars. "Yes, I am gifted with fire, much like yourself." Her vocals were calm but her body language gave every signal to pretty much fuck off.
Amulet continued to listen to the rant the wench gave. His doublets perked forward at the sound of Apollo. He was the reason he had come back to society. The virile had a calling to talk to the great Apollo and tell the God that he was back to fight for him once more, but this time he was more experienced and hardened. He wasn't a tyke anymore, he was a grown czar that much exceeded his once great sire. He wanted to avenge his origins deaths and he wanted to help the cause even more then that. When the femme questioned their relationship he let his serpentine raise his skull even more towards the heavens. It gave a slight arch letting his tressels fall about his stature.
His appendages took a step forward and around the vixen. He sauntered almost tauntingly around her looking till he was standing beside her. His gaze sifted to where she came from, looking out and about the realm. Apollo had to be around here somewhere, and obviously deeper into the realm because if she was a warrior she would be protecting this land and him. His occulars landed back upon the minx as his stature stood beside her's. "Ok, fair enough." his deep tenors spoke back smoothly. "They call me Amulet. I once served the great Apollo along side my origins, until the a great battle when everyone around me was killed and the darkness started to creep amongst this realm." His vocals stopped as he took a breath almost as if to calm himself. "I only wish to come and serve Apollo again, only this time I'll be a greater fighter. So, friends fellow blaze thrower?" his tenors questioned lightly. He had told her a lot more then he wanted to but he wanted the vixen to know he wasn't a threat. If this was where Apollo lay then he would do whatever to get to him.
occ|| Hey Danny, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to visit my mom this weekend so if I don't reply until Sunday I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know. lol
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Post by meyaness xD on Jan 18, 2011 22:04:24 GMT -5
posty coming soon
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Post by meyaness xD on Jan 18, 2011 22:16:44 GMT -5
APOLLO Apollo couldn't complain on how he was going. Ever since he hd claimed his home, a beuatiful humid place with varying terrain, his followers were slowly appearing to him and settling into their splendid home. Perhaps it wasn't as quick as he hoped for his subjects to approach him, but the god was realistic and kept his expectations to a sensible level. There was no hurry, after al; he never aged, and therefore never would grow old and lose to a challenger.
Trotting lazily through the endless plain of blood-red flora, sea-blue orbs studied his kingdom with a sigh. It had been many years since he arrived here, half of which was greeting the other gods as they slowly surged into the reigon and debating over the numerous lands. The dunalino couldn't say he respected all of his peers; there was ades, the hellish god of death and pain, that very few of the rulers admired. Apollo also distrusted the sea god, Poseidon. It was probably a destined rivalry though, as Apollo ruled fire and Poseidon the water.
Humming a pleasant tune that rang out into the humid air, he could hear the voice of a stag, faintly familiar, and the harsh, yet still so sexy tone of his first member of the herd; Pandora. Ever curious and eager to poke his maw in any meeting, the fiery stag sped in a smooth, rolling canter, showing off his beautiful spanish gait. Concave dial pointed straight towards the direction of the voices. It wasn't long until he found the two and recognised the strange stallion.
Going back moons ago this brute had been a young warrior, particularly skilled and determined to please. Sadly that war was lost and many great soldiers were lost, but he was glad to see this stag again.
Ah! I see you've kept ever faithful to me and the element of fire, Amulet
His warm lyrics hit the airwaves, loud and clear. He turned to the vixen and smiled at her, giving a nod of gratitude.
Thankyou, Pandora. Forgive me for my absence
It was obvious she had been rather cold, with a spiteful glare and tensed body. But Apollo was happy that she had stumbled across him during his absence. |
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