Denali
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Post by Denali on Jan 20, 2007 23:01:28 GMT -5
OOC: yes, I have edited this post, however, it is only a bunch of mombo jumbo that I cam up with recently on on of my writing whims..and it's really only describing my char, so it's nothing that would change anything that's currently happening. I know.. you [w]ant to...but I Suggest you [d]on't..... Lookin on, distant spinal peaks shot up into the sky as a wake of the tiniest particle: unseen. If someone could deem them indoors, they would be digging through layers. Layers in which they would not know how far they would have to go..through dust. Perhaps all anything is is another layer of dust upon the earth's pure, liquified, unimaginably and completely untouchable core. The solid layers of rock, the lighter layers of dirt, to the freshly decomposing leaves; it was all just so simply something unexpected. Dust Sanity. Something unidentified that,yet, every living being deems themselves completely, wholly, and utterly capable of; yet, at the core, it is merely nothing. Something of the abyss between thoes of the chance of existence, existence, and nothing. Open [your] eyes...but a [truly] wise being would not....... Yet of this untouchable abyss, of this pure core...perhaps, once cooled, the combination would live - thrive even, if possible. For thoug, at center, the core remains pure, the crust is not. Deep, indeed, this state is, but given the necessary time and space the result is....untangable. Exactly of this a beast - considered, carved, and made. Unendurable toughness, pityless, sould rendering bloodthirsty Mongrel. Formed from the inside out, at core a heart so passionately hot with vengance and hatred, if exposed to the elemenst [ of dust] would be, surely, declared impure. However, case be naught, for by whom created such malignant spirit took tender time to layer him so carefully, so as he could not fall apart. His outermost layer had only the freshest dust - a disturbance of it's once pure habitat. First protection of the much reveled core - the heart of the rock itself - ore of minerals; what better to serve god of all rocks than the purities themselves? [E]ven the wisest...of ll creators...[m]ake mistakes....
But even creators dream nightmares. or rather.
Nightstallions.
In a dream, a wish - so pure of heart-, one forgets onself and upon sight next beast unleashed, rebel lose, now bidden, now daunted, now moving, now breathing.
The image of the invisible
[or of where their pure hearts lie].
You [o]pened... Your eyes....The |I|mage Stains, running alive
Tendrils flicked and air caressed ebony form as it sliced it's way through it as a hot knife to butter. Sinew rippled through entire bodice as thick pillars swiftly propelled brute atop the craggy precipiece. only the very first, tender rays of sunlight were shyly peering o're the distant eastern horizon. Rocks scattered as the brute's heavy plates landed and scarred the mountanous footing. Air puffed out of flared nariz as he pulled himself atop the precipiece.
Iridescent clouds reflected the early morning light. Freshly born rays quickly grew and matured, spreading across the lands; rapidly lighting the lands and conjuring up a magnifiscent view of the expanding landscape. Obsidian brujo shifted weight back 'pon haunches, sinew taught as he lifted himself up unto the air, foredaggers slicing the air in challenging. vocals emitted bellow that reverberated through the valleys created by the mountains, and seemed as though it would carry itself throughout the lands.
This was his. His home.
Be [that] as it may.....[it] was your choice.....
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Post by midnight on Jan 21, 2007 13:07:07 GMT -5
At the sound of another male's call Freedom began to gallop towards the sound. Once he came nearer to the stallion he began to slow down to a walk " What brings you here to the Rocky Mountains stallion?" He said while then raising his head up abit while coming to a stop. He took in the other male's posture and figure quickly and just shook his head lightly while waiting for a response from the other male.
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Denali
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Post by Denali on Jan 21, 2007 16:18:08 GMT -5
Ebony talond landed squarely 'pon chocolate and verde lithosphere. Stag spun 'round at the sound of another's approach. Thoughts wih menace begining to be produced rampaged through his mind as the other stag bagan to speak. What brings you here to the Rocky Mountains stallion It was like an invitation, a greeting, and a challenge all at the same time. How was this possible? Otro caballo's crani' was held aloft, as though he was the stallion of these lands. The lands that [in his mind] belonged to him, Vhetrial Denatice. Pinnaes flicked backwards, not pinned but certainly not in friendliness; moreso like in arrogance. Boa arched and whipchord raised slightly, yes asserting himself in this "socializing", as some would call it. pools revealed no thought, nor did speech.
"What's my buisness to you, stag?"
No, he would not fall completely idiot, and he was, after all of six rotations past. cursing with the blood of his father through him. No, His father had not cared about him as much as his own dung had. But he sought out his father's lands, in essence, to claim them as his own. Somehow, his mother had known where his father had made off to, and in that moment, he had decided to o're-rule his father in his own lands - or as the case is now, to overthrow the meek being in which was attempting to feebly take his father's place. though long and thick forelock hid it easily, he too bore the crescent moon of his father's colts, except it was backwards. Back where he grew up, it was a sign that the paticular colt was destined to overthrow their own sire, at their sire's own game ; life. [/right][/size][/font] |
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Post by ashleigh04 on Jan 21, 2007 17:14:36 GMT -5
[woo freedom's back =]
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Post by Crow'sia on Jan 21, 2007 19:24:16 GMT -5
SUMMER.one Crow’sia. She took a deep breath just to be dramatic in her own mind as if the mare had seen tv movies and watched humanity closely all her life. Of course she had not. Her eyes flicked around and she glanced to the sky. Oh, memories. She might have lived here, of course. It was the only other existing territory she’d now visited, other than the Sandy Shores, considering Solo had committed suicide, destroyed the Deep Forest’s chance. For the last little while she had been following a black horse, he actually seemed familiar, but with her memory gods only knew. Besides, he was too young to be anyone she’d recall. Taking in her surroundings she slid carefully down a small incline. The mountains were not as treacherous as she might have originally guessed. Some areas, perhaps, but that was all. Nevertheless, a broken limb at her age would most certainly be fateful, despite that the animal seemed to manoeuvre as if she were only six again and war was licking at her mind. Back to reality, the stallion beyond her had suddenly stopped, and so too did Crow’sia. Whoever it was pushed into the skies and called out in a most peculiar manner and it wasn’t long before a second joined the party. Just before this distant moment however, she sidled up to the side of the silly yakking fellow as he came back to the ground. Did she say anything, no, just blinked. Now, as they began to speak, and she began to observe, the author, me, would wish that there were not some subtle dramatic irony. But perhaps it makes it all the better. Had Crow’sia been savvy to bloodlines, she might recognize this vague familiarity and match it too a pair of stallions whom had fought for her, and both lost her, years ago. Which would be quite useful, it would certainly be easier to get information out of descendents. For instance, was Windago alive? She had last seen him on the Shores the night of the attack, she had last seen anyone there she figured. And what about Soul? Was that bastard still breathing, could she hunt him down if he were? Would he have children? Would he have a family? How about Spirit’s extensive family? But, no, nothing was that easy. Her ear twitched as soon as an opening seemed to present itself. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, if one was a stranger and one stallion asked. “His business being the lead, clearly,” she drawled. Maybe they were just humouring eachother. Aw well. What was there to lose? |
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Post by Denali on Jan 21, 2007 22:11:10 GMT -5
Bellicose brute did not like this dancing, prancing, all around happy go lucky colt. [Here, the term colt is used as a defination of acting immature, as an insult, in his mind] No, he was well beyone maturity, easily, yes, but the way he acted. Mentally he was shaking 'is dial in destation. Never before had he met such alofty idiot. His head was so in the clouds...[this is the point where, if horses could, he would whistle on of those dissapproving whistles, but at this, he cannot, for unfortunately, he is naught but a horse.] bay was drilled with mussle, yes, but the...being was still, scraggly. he did not like the "thank you note" in his action. Sure, he had heard, and ocassionally known of stallions that allowed one other stallion in his herd to help him [of who were, dually noted, that they were the most in sovereign stallions alive, idiots and usefull for naught but service to the highly predominant stags].
"Lead...eh?"
Gruff, crackling vocals sharply emitted themselves as thoughts unknown began to rampage through demon's mind. The word lead was streached out, as someone would taste test tomething they're trying for the first time. The eh an afterthought. disspicable. Lead? That scrawny thing?! not no more. Dial tossed pugnaciously, forelock flipping up, and briefly revealing, for the first time, his opposing crescent moon. The only white upon the malignat spirit's entire bodice.
Dial lowered, and boa arched, prepared to strike, and overprotecting hellion's throat. Tail clamped smugly t'ween buttox, forming one smooth roundish butt. Brute started slowly circling the other brujo, Bodice curved, haunches and shoulders in, as to further protect th' tender spots: flanks and jsut behind the elbows.
"Then I challenge you, Brute, to fight me for the mountains, or step down, and never return."
Mentally he was whirling..literally seeing every tiny twitch of the other brute's muscles, and knowing which way he might try to go, and strike what. He'd done this many many times before. Adrenaline rampaged through him visciously, like a poison being prepared to be released upon a viscious attacker. Sinew rippled as stag continued circling, tensing, relaxing, and then streaching, yet prepared at any one split second to make a move. He was ready. |
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Post by Denali on Jan 22, 2007 20:30:21 GMT -5
OOC: -nod- sounds good..I would think...like maybe..iono...six or seven posts each, - umm Being Moon's next post intiating the begining of the count, since it would offocialize the fight, assuming that there is one...
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Post by midnight on Jan 22, 2007 21:24:22 GMT -5
Freedom just shook his head lightly towards the other stallion. " I will never step down to any stallion as I would rather die fighting." He then arched his neck to protect his throat from this other male. He looked at this other stallion and shook his head once agian with confusement. Vinny had died when he was four years old and he had said that Freedom was his only colt. Then he looked towards him and began to judge his age to be around five or six years old. That just couldn't be right, but then he noticed the cresant moon on him and just sighed softly. Freedom had aged four years since he had gotten these lands from his father so he was now at the age of eight years old and in his mind still young.
He then looked towards the new mare that had spoke right about what his place was in this herd was. He just smiled and bobbed his dial lightly while then slowly bringing his gaze to lock with the other one's eyes waiting on him to make a move. He wouldn't make the first move this go around just so he knew where the other one planed on going.
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Post by Crow'sia on Jan 24, 2007 19:49:31 GMT -5
Crow’sia had never expected her simple little phrase to lead (ahaha x.x) so far. She stepped back without noticing she had, some instinct telling her ‘Get out of the way, cow!’ She bowed her head in thought; her eyes moving along the ground to what she had only guessed would be the lead of the Mountains. A new lead. A lead she did not know. But what if he was not? What would happen then? The rather large male began circling his opponent and a familiar sense of accomplishment jumped into her gut. The response the other gave was either very mature or very belittling, he shook his head as if the notion was simply ridiculous and he had heard it a hundred times over and a hundred times again. And then, for good measure, one more!
Clearly a battle was about to take place. She adored witnessing them, even when she had not caused them. The lead (who must clearly have been the lead) accepted the challenge, quite obviously, and quickly prepared for an attack. He seemed to take a defensive position, or her surely would have moved by now. Crow’sia took another step back, excitement rose inside her, but she was disappointed to say (mentally of course) that the feeling was not the same as it had used to be. Perhaps she had lacked purpose to long to make it out of trivial survival games. Neither moved, until the lead gave an especially slight nod towards her.
Crow’sia only grinned back. If a perfect world, that would have been a fatal mistake. Maybe still.
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Post by Denali on Jan 24, 2007 20:24:10 GMT -5
Sinew rippled as brute continued his pace 'round the bay brujo. A low rumble reverberated throughout the masculine bod of the beast. " Your loss" he hissed. Dial remained lowered, and boa arched, prepared to strike, overprotecting hellion's throat. Tail clamped still smugly t'ween buttox. Bodice still curved, haunches and shoulders in, as to further protect th' tender spots: flanks and just behind the elbows. The moment came. the first attack. Whislt Being was momentarily distracted by the bemused mare, he struck. From opposing side of th' brute, he lunged, haunches neately tucking 'neath beast and smagnifyingly propelling brute. Teeth bared, aimed at the now exposed flesh of the slightly tender throatof th' brujo; meant to grab not scrape. Auds pinned, Boa streached, bodice whipped 'round. Tendrils whipped, though left blade remained exposed, you cannot wholly and infinately protect yourself, for as there is an attack, there is a counter attack. Whilst at the same time of propelltion left forelimb lifted reflexingly abruptly; razored dagger and aimed to make contact with leg, shoulder or chest. One or th' other was bound to make contact, if not, beginer's luck, and at least his maximizing mass would through him off balance. He was here, finally. and Beckoned to Kill. |
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Post by midnight on Jan 25, 2007 18:57:20 GMT -5
Freedom looked towards the brute and when he was being charged at he simply reared up. He felt theeth grazing over his stomach instead of the intended target. Then with a shake of his head he landed down on all four's and made a bite for the other male aiming for his haunches. Then he took a small step back while awaiting the next male's attack. He noticed from the corner of his right eye that the female had ran off and he just smiled softly while looking towards the male. " Who are you and what is your name?" He asked before he charged after him quickly while he tried to bite at him.
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Post by Denali on Jan 27, 2007 15:41:16 GMT -5
The black stallion placed his right foreleg firmly on the ground, stopping his controlled lunge. his opponent had now landed from his rear, and blurted an impulsive move at conversation - of which he had no intention of answering- as a amature would. A wel trained eye always fixed upon his opponent told him he was aiming for his "exposed" haunches. Teeth did not make their mark. Hind talons lashed out - each going slightly in each direction, so when dial flinched to either side - in that second - the brute would damage himself with the energy behind the kick as well. As Denatice kicked out, his weight shifted, and he pivoted harshly upon his right foreleg, whipping him around so that his fiersom weight would undoubtedly know the wind out of his opponent. As he aimed his weight at the other stallion his jaws opened, and his teeth were exposed. He aimed his bite for the brute's shoulder, where the neck meets the shoulder. Since his weight was balanced on his forelegs, he savagely kicked out with his left hind leg, aiming carefully for Moon's hind leg nearest. Of so many counter attacks, something was bound to crack.
ooc: okay, I don't think that I can make my posts any clearer than this. Moon, if you have any questions, let me know and I will clarify for you. Notice, that even though I had alot of counter attacks, I never once actually MOVED your char. please take note, and do not move mine again. I do not take kindly to power playing |
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Post by midnight on Jan 28, 2007 20:25:06 GMT -5
(Thanks Vinny)
Freedom let out a grunt as the stallion's back hooves kicked him in the jaw. At that time he had noticed that the other stallion was aiming a bite for his neck so he quickly stepped forwards so that he felt the bite hit his shoulder instead of his neck. He looked back towards the other quickly before he began to snap not really aiming where he bit at. He also moved his back legs so that they were not hit from the stallion's second kick knowing it would have cracked something if it had.
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Post by Denali on Feb 2, 2007 16:13:34 GMT -5
OOC: yeah, sorry I haven't posted yet, I've been really really busy this week. loads of HW and preparing for solo and emsable comtest tomorrow, not to mention the algebra test I had today. it's all been very stressful.
BIC:
The stallion felt his teeth hit close to their mark and when they did his powerful jaws flexed - causing more or less what had to be a good size wound. Stag let go. Even as they continued to fight, they were coming dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. The stag pivoted so that he was completely alongside Moon - Moon placed inbetween him and the edge of the ravane. All at once Powerful haunches swung away from Moon and visciously propelled himself into the other stag's ribcage. Even if the beast didn't budge- which wasn't likely due to the lose & rocky terrain, he would at least crack or bruise a few ribs. For good measure, and in effort to get moon to move sideways, boa flexed, arched, and teeth were destined to visciously scrape the brute's back. The sudden thrust sideways was sure to through the other stallion off balance. Quite suddenly the stallion's weight shifted forward - putting more pressure on the other stallion, and to make sure he didn't bolt forward, he swiftly pivoted on his fore feet and aimed to shove his haunches into the other stallion's forehand, more than likely forcing him off of the edge to tumble down the steep, and quite seemingly endless ravane in which there were only narrow trails with sheer drops on once side to get up to the cliff upon which they now battled. [/right][/size][/font]
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Post by midnight on Feb 2, 2007 19:58:05 GMT -5
Moon had winced when he felt the teeth bitting down harder into his flesh. As soon as the other stallion let go he had turned slightly trying to get away before the stallion started to shove him towards the edge. Freedom looked towards the edge then back at the stallion before he started to back up. He might be abit older then this stallion, but he still wanted to live alittle longer. He then watched as the stallion went to hit him once agian Freedom just shook his head while taking a ragged breath. He could feel one of his ribs that were alittle tender then the others after the male's hit at them. He then snapped his teeth quickly in annoyance before he went to try to bite the male's rump.
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