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Post by Flame on Jul 10, 2006 15:09:53 GMT -5
Death rang in the air. The only shapes upon the vast sand plains were the silhouettes of two equines. One swollen with childbearing, yet her ribs painfully obvious through her scar-lined coat. The other a tall, rough sun'kissed stallion who strode boldly in front. Of Arab blood but lately looked as though he had fallen on bad times. He too was thin but not so as the mare that pitifully crawled along behind him, desperately trying to keep up for her own safety.
Yet she could walk no more and collapsed in a shuddering heap in the sand, her frame shaking and unable to get to her feet. The stallion did not stop. Realizing this, she called out in a whimper for his aide but still he carried on. Scratching manically with her front flints she desperately clawed at the shifting sand trying to stand. Still he carried on, obviously hearing her squeals but choosing to ignore them. However after a somewhat vicious protest from her he halted abruptly, turning to face her. She looked relieved, believing he was coming to help her. His occuli were slits against his auburn visage and a malicious look was just visible in them. Unmoving her studied her critically and spoke with a voice much like that of a snake.
In times like these m'dear, you are what is described as a disposable inconvenience...
He paused as he took pleasure in watching her take in his venomous words. Her face twisted in betrayal and then fear as a series of howls echoed from close by. Frantically she tried to get up, panic overtook her as she begged him to save her life and the life of,...their child. He stood in a stupor, orbs gleaming watching her struggle an amused look pon his maw. Then the deathly howls rang out again, closer this time.
Best hurry and run, I fear the wolves will hunt tonight
He whinnied harshly, each word spat with venom and spite. For some reason he was annoyed with this mare. She was not enough, not good enough. Not like Emera. Even the accursed mare's name sent shivers down his spine and boiled his blood with anger. Turning sharply in the sand he took off at a gallop, leaving his family behind at the mercy of the predator. After a few hundred yards he halted, aware of a new scent that drifted into his wide nares. The smell of females, and more importantly his female. Emera the words flowed off his lips in a short breath and he snorted loudly, emotions raging through him.
Ill find you!
He roared in a deafening whinny. Not only had he smelt Emera but also another old foe. Fajer. This would be a great family reunion, he thought to himself with a sneer. Again he set off, this time in a more steady canter to conserve energy for what was certain to happen.
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Post by Fajer on Jul 10, 2006 15:19:11 GMT -5
Fajer smelt a strange scent at the desert. He skidded to a stop as a flame hu'd stallion stood tall on a sand dune. He let out a threatening whinny as he recognised the flame licked coat, it was Flame. The stallion that haunted Emera, the stallion that haunted Fajer himself. His last confrontation of this sahib was in a forest not far from the lands. He watched the battle between his father and Flame, Flame had whispered words to Fajer before he left, leaving the little lad to make a large decision. Flame asked to come with him, to lead the world in destruction, Fajer rejected and faught, did he mention they were relatives? Fajer knew Flame through his dam, and he had a passionate hatred with this brujo. He stopped.
We meet again. You must leave, or I will rip you into shreds! He hasted it up, not wanting to deal with him.
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Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 10, 2006 15:21:51 GMT -5
Emera had felt slightly uneasy ever since they had left Sun Vally. Some sort of dread had come over her with each step to the desert until she didn't want to go there anymore. She pushed her feelings aside thinking they were nothing. Her flints finally touched sand and she let out a loud happy nicker to Fajer and the other mares signaling they where home. Suddenly she stopped from a canter to a dead stop sending sand in vert direction. She heard the loud scream and knew whom it belonged to. She looked at Fajer with fear in her eyes and she began to tremble uncontrollably. How had he found her?
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Post by Huda on Jul 10, 2006 15:29:27 GMT -5
HUda remained dead silent as the band came to a stop on the edge of the terra. Before them high upon a sand dune stood a blood red stallion. Standing beside the trembeling Emera Huda wondered who the horse was, knowing that both Fajer and Emera know who the smirking stag was. Anger was the only emotion Huda felt, this horse had tresspassed onto their herds land and was now acting like he owned the place. Not knowing what was to come Huda did not know how afriad of the stallion she should of been.
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Post by Flame on Jul 10, 2006 15:29:59 GMT -5
Who should appear? Why Fajer of course. He pranced forward to meet the blackened beast, in ecstasies that his main competition had come out to meet him so early. His optics shinned brightly, with a hint of insanity, adrenaline surging through him, but still he kept his cool. A masculine squeal was all he offered in form of reply as boldly he strode forth till he took his place a few strides infront of Fajer.
Well, if it isn't sweet Fajer. My you've grown
He whickered, his tones sarcastic as he fought for direct eye contact with the burly stud. His whole body shivered with excitement and he deliberately stuck a dominant pose. He listened intently to what he had to say but took none of it in.
Leave? What makes you think I'd do that? Fajer surely years of being a 'harem-leader' havent thwarted your brain cells?
He mocked unable to keep still. He could see it now, a bloody battle he would not stop till the death. He whisked his amber flag frantically and flared his nostrils checking for any other scent. Fajer's words did little but to excite him more, egging him on. Emera was near, her scent was registered firmly in his memory an advantage he would always have with him. Would Fajer fight him, he pondered knowing fully well that if he refused this would enrage him to the point of insanity. Well, he was there more or less...
OOC: sorry I started my post before you posted lol
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Post by Fajer on Jul 10, 2006 15:35:31 GMT -5
Leave my lands now, I'll spare your life, or we fight? This stallion did not taunt him, only making him worried for Emera, Ella, and Huda. He stood protectively in front of his mares. He turned to Huda and whispered in her ear, Run to Fire Lake, I'll meet you three there. The stallion couldn't hear him, he wasn't even sure Huda heard him, he just wanted Emera and is youth safe in the abandoned castle.
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Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 10, 2006 15:36:55 GMT -5
Emera backed up franticly behind Fajer. She could never explain the fear she felt. It grabbed at her making her loose control of her mind. She could not run and she could not think she could only see the blood red stallion in front of Fajer taunting him. Fajer's words echoed in her mind " We meet again " How could he know him. She stood behing Fajer and she seen his large frame and she felt nearly safe again. He would protect her at all costs and she knew he would. She continued to tremble her sleek coat breaking out into a sweat causing it to look glossy. Her white star on her head gleamed and she snorted enraged now that Flame would come and try to take her away now that she had found happiness.
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Post by Huda on Jul 10, 2006 15:46:49 GMT -5
Huda was acutely aware that Fajer had told her to run, as she had instead been listening to what Flame had said. The stallion was clearly hell bent on a fight with Fajer and from what she could tell Flame would stop at nothing to take Fajers land, mares, and even his life. Suddenlly Fajers words processed in her head run? Orbs turned momentarilly upon Emera, it appeared as thought the lead mare had shrucken with fear. Huda knew she wouldn't run if Emera couldn't.
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Post by Flame on Jul 10, 2006 15:48:03 GMT -5
He broke eye contact and shook his skull, speaking in fake shocked tones.
Wait, let me get this straight. You want me to leave and you'll spare my life?
He questioned putting stress on certain words to highlight his irony. At this he guffawed and an ugly grin spread wide across his cruel mug. But now it became more interesting. Emera was here and another vix who he did not know so she got little of his attention. His gaze was unavoiding and he stared hard at her in an uncomfortable way, surveying her bod. Taking in every curve of pregnancy. This did not falter him, it only served to remind him that it could be his. This would be a crushing blow on Fajer and he would use it to his advantage. Once more he started conversation with Fajer.
You know why im here, now cut this talk of backing down. Fight me like a stallion!
He neighed brashly and boldly. Resisting the urge to rear and kick out his front daggers like a colt. Instead he snorted deeply like a bellow and tossed his skull in a threatening manner. He had waited oh so long for this moment. Indeed though he would never admit it, it was probably the cause of his insanity. He could taste victory and it tasted of blood. Orbs flashed white suddenly as they rolled with wildness the tension almost unbearable. He was holding himself back and it was killing him. HE was like a time bomb, ticking away. But a bomb cannot tick forever.
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Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 10, 2006 15:55:27 GMT -5
Emera looked right back into his black eyes and seen only his black heart in them. Her fear had gone as she realized Fajer's life was at stake. He wanted her and she knew it. She would not let Fajer sacrifice his life for her. She loved him to much. She boldly stepped forward with her head held high looking at the blood thirsty stallion with disgust. " I will never be yours no matter how much of my blood you threaten to spill. " she snorted and pawed the sand dune sending it flying in every direction. She hated him so much she wished he would suffer a thousand deaths even that would not do to the suffering he had caused her she hated him with all of the hate she could possess.
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Post by Fajer on Jul 10, 2006 15:56:20 GMT -5
I won't fight you, I may not be smart in knowledge, but I am smart in fighting. Patience is the winner here. The real reason that he was backing down was he still felt slightly woozy from the battle with Ace three days ago. The howl of a hungry wolf pack rang through his auds. He looked up at the setting sun as he knew the full moon would rise, at night was win he excelled. He ignored all of Flame's comments, he was a real stallion, he just knew Flame wouldn't be patient, and move around nervously, it would tire him out.
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Post by Flame on Jul 10, 2006 16:06:31 GMT -5
YOU, have no choice in the matter! And yes, blood will be spilt
He shouted in a loud neigh, occuli bloodshot with anger at the intervening mare. In his eyes mares were in no way equal to a stallion. There were just a thing that a stallion could take of his own accord. Listening vaguely to Fajer he could not believe what he was hearing. Anger surged through him, blinding him from common sense. How dare this brute turn him down! Who did he think he was! To vent his frustration his rapidly struck the ground with his flint, tearing at the sand. Rippling in annoyance he paced in a tight circle, pondering his next move. Who did Fajer think he was?!? The more he thought on it the more worked up he became until either flank of his chestnut bodice was white with sweat.
YOU WILL FIGHT ME!
He cursed in a bellicose neigh, stamping once more in a strike that would have caused serious damage had it not hit the floor. Shaking his great skull his tresses whipped madly and he glared at the other.
You are a coward! You are a disgrace, you are no man, why, had I not waited for this moment so long i would take all your mares now!
He threatened, standing his ground, his bod shaking with testosterone. What would patience win? He silently cursed. Was this fool as mad as he was? There was little that would calm him now.
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Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 10, 2006 16:11:06 GMT -5
Emera glared at him she was not afraid anymore. She had lived in fear of this red fury for two years now. She had nothing left to do except stand proud next to Fajer ther other mares bunched behind them. She walked even closer to him and nudged his neck. He stood slightly in front of her. She would do everything she could for him even if it meant risking their foal. They could have another. This red devil had to be stopped and she would not let him take her beloved's life.
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Post by Fajer on Jul 10, 2006 16:20:02 GMT -5
Withou warning, Fajer sent his flints flying into Flame's chest, kicking the stallion over. He reared high lashing his hooves out into the air. He turned to Emera and nudged her neck to move her from the stallions. He spoke not a word and pawed the sand with his hoof, he looked at Flame half fallen on the ground. He nickered laughter and taunting him, he trotted in a circle around him, stretching his neck and nipping at him, not trying to hurt him but to egg him on. Sand kicked wildly, sprinkling the crimson gaffer's platform.
Fajer worried dearly for his cadre. The mares could be taken away from him along with his foal. Most likely Flame would murder the innocent juvenile, but Fajer wouldn't allow it, along with the other mares. The miniscule gale that rarely flowed through the desert blew sand over. As Fajer jogged around the brujo, he cursed him, calling him names and blowing snot from his nares. He spat at him in disgust as he fell on the ground easily. Blood leaked on Flame's chest were Fajer slit him and he whinnied in pleasure. Adrenaline pumped throughout the carcass of this leige. His long veil was tossed into the wind and multiple howls from wolves once again stung his lappets.
Whose the man now? You call yourself a stallion, falling on the ground like an inexperienced colt. How lame! He bellowed.
((just a note, powerplaying is allowed, but only one attack per post.))
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Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 10, 2006 16:27:03 GMT -5
Emera skidded out of the way nearly toppling over in her haste to get out of Fajer's way. Her feet slipped and sunk deep into the loose sand causing her to nearly fall with the added weight of the foal. She barely made it back up when she heard a thud of hoof against flesh. She turned and realized Fajer had attacked Flame hitting him in the chest. The blood oozed from it making her smile. She wanted him to hurt like she had hurt. She loathed him hoping Fajer would terminate his life with a swift stomp on his ever growing ego.
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