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Post by Demon on May 2, 2010 20:17:10 GMT -6
 The ebony colored stag wore a disturbing smirk. Dried crimson liquid covered his body; though it was scarcely distinguishable against the dimness of his pelt. The stallion had lost it quite some time ago - it wasn't his fault that he attacked so often. If others wouldn't have aggravated him so much maybe he would be less aggressive – then again, maybe not. The stag’s lengthy pillars extended slowly as he progressed forward. His large nares flared, his black ribcage expanded with his deep inhale. The distinct smell of death and failure wrung through the lands and he welcomed the aroma eagerly as it burned through his nares.
Small clouds of dust followed his ebony hooves with each step, encompassing his fetlocks before dissolving into the air only to be replaced once again. His finely chiseled skull was held high with superiority by his muscular neck, these lands were his – he had been undefeated, he was King. He raced across the plains before him; learning the exact placement of every ditch and every death trap. The exhilaration of such a deathly pace thrilled the shadowed stag – however it was no where near as invigorating as a fight. Diablo had dedicated his life to the lands before him, and he planned on doing so for years to come.
Death was not an uncommon word in Shadow Forests. Those who had wasted their life attempting to battle the King of the lands had become part of it. Their deranged corpses provided sufficient obstacles, both physically and mentally. It gave him pleasure to see others cringe away from his very presence, and he quite enjoyed watching those who were stupid enough to wander onto the lands cringe away from him. All they wanted were names for themselves, they knew trespassing onto such lands would give them some source of power and superiority. Yes, many got what they desired - but it only took one false move to end up like the rest.
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Post by Alana Nicole on May 3, 2010 18:18:02 GMT -6
 The light colored femorra trotted uncertaily in the land, pausing at the border. She took a deep breath, nares taking in the faded scents of other horses as well as a fresh, sinister one with traces of dried blood on it. Had there been a fight here? She had never seen a fight before, and her sheltered spirit cringed at the thought. Heaven forbid there should be violence when talking had always worked in the past.
See, Desert Jewel was a pretty bubble headed little thing, and needed someone to come along and pop it so she can return to reality. Her naive persona made her impressionably sweet, as well as very gently and kind, but she also assumed the rest of the world was like this. And now, in situations such as this one, she did not know how to react when it came time for a new situation or one that frightened her.
Do I enter? She wondered, eyes widening at the idea. Her tail instinctively raised as her nervousness grew larger, and she crab-stepped to the side a ways before coming to a halt and facing the terra once again. A slightly distressed nicker was emitted from her muzzle as she thought it over. All Jewel wanted was to get to the Shadow Hills to find herself a nice little stallion and start her own herd. A simple enough request, right?
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Post by Demon on May 4, 2010 18:31:27 GMT -6
Dangerous daggers struck the tender earth with the slick and willing precision of a murderers step. A chilling breeze rose from within the depths of the dim forest and struck out at the dark stag's mane. His ebony banner was lifted dominantly as the air forcefully ran its fingers through it. A sense of power and superiority emanated from the stag like rays from the sun. Yet what was most dangerous to others lay deep within his endless soul. Muscles rippled in his large neck, and multiple scars that were scattered upon his pelt were visible to any living thing that wished to gaze upon the bitter memories of a darkened past – a past that continued to trail behind the large stallion.
Underneath the ebony pelt and coiling muscles lay something beyond imagination. The mighty beast stood a great 16.1 hands high and his muscles rippled with 2,000 pounds of brute force. Dark, hell-bound orbs glazed over the flora and fauna, glaring into the depths of the darkness as if looking upon his own soul. Ebony aerials moved with the sounds of his surroundings, picking out those that were of interest to him and disregarding those that were not. A powerful bellow escaped the stag’s maw as he threw his façade towards the heavens, his dark mane whipping as a black flame against the brightening sky.
The giant's immense and muscular body clamored for a stop, the thundering sound of his large daggers engulfing the land beneath him came to a sudden halt as a familiar scent reached his nares. His hooves thudded like a bomb landing upon the earth, and a furry of soil escaped into the air as the stags head jerked back. His nostrils were flaring at the sight of a pretty mare a few hundred meters away. A distressed nicker informed him of her vulnerability as a throaty chuckle rumbled within his broad chest; a sly and oblique smile breaking his lips apart as he looked across the forest at her.
OOC: ew, sorry for the bad post =P it'll be better next time ^^
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Post by Alana Nicole on May 5, 2010 16:23:37 GMT -6
Desert Jewel looked around, her nervousness fading as she saw the terra was empty. She stepped forward with more motivation now, her eyes brightening as she felt she was finally on her way to what would hopefully be a much better life for her.
Every mare dreams of having a stallion and a herd and lots of babies someday, and if she had her way, thats exactly where she was going. That was the part mares played, right? Fall in love, have babies. The other work was up to the studs, and she didnt want to mess with any of that nasty business they took up.
The breeze brought a new scent to her dainty little nares, her head snapping up the instant she caught it. It looks like she was not here alone after all. She turned hurriedly to the side so that she could see him, apologies instantly tumbling out of her mouth.
"Oh! I'm sorry, i wasn't trying to trespass, i just am trying to find the claiming grounds and i didn't see anyone here or thing anybody was around so i thought i ought to take a shortcut and..."
She trailed off slowly, really seeing him and his scarred pelt for the first time. Goodness, there was still dried blood. Instead of being instantly fearful like most, her youth only made her feel slightly sad for him, wondering what it was he had been fighting against.
OOC:// hmm would you think that he is the type to have a mate? just wondering lol because im creating a mare as of right now, and she would be one that would be able to content with his personality. forward, intimidating, not easily scared, likes fighting, slightly crazy  stuff like that. i figured if he would, then we might could consider having her come along and them meet up or something, just see how they get along and decide from there. i might have her bio up by the time you see this lol if not try the bio creation board it'll be unfinished there.[/size] |
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Post by Demon on May 5, 2010 20:24:34 GMT -6
The ebony brute straightened slightly as naïve lyrics met his scarred audits. His ebony banner swayed slowly behind him as if a scene of a gothic war horse without his rider. As the mare stopped her petty blabbering, Diablo titled his head down a bit, not at all admiring her gentle spirit and wondering nature. His auds bent with his head, as if to listen to the female, as if she would be too far down to actually hear, as so many other horses he had met before had been. An irritated snort escaped his flared nares, a thin veil of fog forming around his maw as he did so.
I am Diablo Disfrazado, he said in a prideful way, his voice a deep rumbling within his broad and large chest, and what have you found yourself to be, wench? He snorted out, stomping a murderous dagger and shaking his elegant head. He wanted to see the mare's reaction to what he had called her, it was funny to see them all pin their aerials and attempt to snap at him. Though it was very amusing to the large stag and he enjoyed watching others anger and hatred, as he looked upon the pretty fae he realized her size was rather pleasant, and she was rather appealing to the eye… perhaps a future harem treasure?
The stallion’s glistening, demonic orbs glowered down upon the mare as he awaited a response to his question. He inhaled briskly as he saw her naïve actions, not a hint of fear had wormed its way into her. No, Diablo was very familiar with the emotions that had plastered themselves all over the young mare – sadness and pity. His demonic glare intensified as rage pumped through his veins, threatening to set him off as he remained motionless amongst the shadows. If there was one thing this stag couldn’t stand it was pity, and yet it emanated from the fae before him like rays from the sun. Who was this wench?
OOC: Oh yes, I think they should meet ^^
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Post by Alana Nicole on May 6, 2010 22:37:40 GMT -6
She paused as he spoke, listening to his rumbling voice as he stated his name.
I am Diablo Disfrazado.
The name in and of itself made her pause. She might be naive of the ways of the world, but Desert Jewel was not stupid. Diablo meant devil, but after a moments hesitation she elected to ignore it, knowing that many horses had strange names in these lands. Surely it did not sum up his whole personality.
and what have you found yourself to be, wench?
The tone that came with these rude words caused her to start again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, appraising him with more than just her dim sighted mind. He did look dangerous, now that she took the time to look for it. She was quite fleet footed, and had a chance of outrunning his massive body if he chose to try and harm her, but there was no telling as he had barely moved an inch from where he started.
They call me Desert Jewel in my homeland. Came her response. Jewel for short.
It was a true statement too. The herd she had formerly been a part of considered her a prize jewel for her outstanding dappled coat and sweet temper, always telling her she was beautiful on the inside and out and all of that mushy stuff. She liked to hear it too, but knew better than to think this stud would reflect any on that.
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Post by Demon on May 9, 2010 19:58:33 GMT -6
A ghostly wind swept through the lands, stirring the dry earth and the watchful trees. The sun hovered over the distant mountains, its fading rays painted the sky vibrant shades of orange and pink. The colours were fading fast, and it was clear they would soon be replaced with solemn shadows (much to the stag’s pleasure). His hell-bound orbs swept over the surrounding trees, the naïve fae before him and the fading sky. His nares flared slightly as the scent of the fae burned through his paperthins once again as if her angelic soul was forcefully attempting to corrupt his.
Finally she spoke, her whimsical voice certainly illustrating her angelic nature. It made a slight shiver slither its way up his spine. Darkness was sweet in a mare, but a naïve fae such as the one before him was much more amusing to play with. Diablo kept his elegant boa low to allow his forelock to fall over his murky orbs. The little mare seemed quite agitated at the conversation and as he realized this a darkened and deep chuckle rumbled within his large, broad chest.
A jewel indeed. The lyrics that left his kissers were as soft as silk, but there was an odd undertone to them as if somewhere in a forest a child was lost and crying out in the night. As her eyes narrowed and she became wary, Diablo felt another chuckle trying to force its way up his throat. Lifting his façade slightly, his audits swiveled forward; his demonic eyes scanned her over once more. She was too pretty to lose, and too beautiful to kill.
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Post by Alana Nicole on May 10, 2010 15:51:38 GMT -6
Her dark orbs narrowed once again, skin prickling as if she could actually feel his gaze on her body. If she were of the canine species, her hackles woul have slowly been raising.
"Yes, a Jewel. It is as my former herd always said it."
She tilted her head to the side pondering the next move to make. Perhaps it was a mistake to mention that she was no longer a part of a herd, but it was too late to do anything about it or take it back now. She didn't like the looks of the stud any longer, and by no means wanted to stick around and "chat" with him. Ha. No, Jewel had better things to do.
"It was nice meeting you."
She said, simply to be polite, and turned uneasily away in the direction she had come from. It looked as if she would have to find a different route to the claiming lands. Not that she minded. Jewel certainly wouldn't mind being in a terra far, far from here. Her hooves stirred dust slightly as they moved her small compact body over the border, her tail whipping out behind her in the wind.
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stuff like that. i figured if he would, then we might could consider having her come along and them meet up or something, just see how they get along and decide from there. i might have her bio up by the time you see this lol if not try the bio creation board it'll be unfinished there.[/size]