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whatever; any - Phynn - 10-29-2016 RE: whatever; any - Real Fire - 11-01-2016 The stallion had been hoping for some peace and quiet but then he heard a screech of rage and muttered, "What the hell. Nowhere's quiet anymore after that stupid f-ing change-up Beqanna decided would be fun." He called to the stallion, his voice a taunt. If the man wants a fight, he's got one right now.. Passed through Real's mind before he could tame his thoughts and fall back on the reserve he trained so hard to keep when alone in public. RE: whatever; any - Phynn - 11-01-2016 RE: whatever; any - Real Fire - 11-01-2016 "I don't care much for walking on the disintegrated bones of those who have passed, thank you very - not." The stallion sent back, annoyed by the other's chuckle and his already disheartened mood flared at the smirk. "Not like I care, though I might just be in a bit of a mood, do you care for my name?" He asks blandly, his voice distant as he slipped into the familiar reserve he used as a protective shield. His ears locked in a neutral position, and his eyes took on an emotionless expression - he'd become the warrior he used to be in appearance. One could find signs of his hiatus from sparring and patrolling in his slightly loosened muscles, his usually tight, fit form almost soft from the sudden change in everything around him. He never did deal well with change.. RE: whatever; any - Ashley - 11-02-2016
“I highly doubt he cares what your name is one way or another.”
The magician had stepped out of the shadows, his dark red buckskin gleaming in the light. He had wings that were perfectly tipped in blood, dripping as he walked. Ashley’s mood was black, as demonstrated by his theatrics, but the old King did not hold much stock with the ones that ran around thinking highly of themselves. Not everyone cares who you are. Not everyone wants to know your life’s story. Because guess what? You’re not special, and there are people that matter more than you do. It is just life’s reality. Get used to it. Ashley shook his head and let the cockleshells clink and fall where they may. The ginger stallion was most at home by the sea, but recent events have brought him back to the mainland to seek something which was lost to him an age ago, and he was here to find it. Having to happenchance walk past this rather dead encounter, Ashley took it upon himself to liven up the situation by presenting a few truths from the school of hard knocks. He carried his sorry ass to where the rabid dog-stallion was, and did not bother with introductions. “Life’s a bitch and then you die, Kid. Your powers will return in time if you have the balls to do what it takes to make it happen. Or else you can sit and cry like the rest of them. Your choice.” He was gruff, and matter of fact. No need for pretty words with this black fellow. It seemed that with Phynn, what you see is what you get, and Ashley had an instant respect for him. As for the other…“Your aggression is unwarranted. Why attack an obvious threat and then ask him for pleasantries as if it is your due right? If you wish to make your appearance to the beach this day, I have no problem making a wave of you. But the hyena is obviously out of your league. I would go find a fight somewhere you can win. ashley I walked the path, it led me to the end. RE: whatever; any - Dovev - 11-02-2016
The dark yearling left her side with great reluctance. She'd been the one to care for him, the only one. She always would be. But her perfect ears did not deserve to be assaulted with this rude chaos. So he disentangled from her embrace to correct the situation. His muscled frame was abnormally bulky for a colt. Not yet a stallion, but looking the part well in advance, he approached the gathering of males. It was a new experience for him. He'd always been with Cerva, only Cerva. They preferred to be on their own, alone. Now he was among his own gender, not all that much shorter than them, in fact, and the only thing he could think of was returning to her. Yet, there was boyish curiosity in his big, black eyes. He could not deny that he wished to observe the manner of grown stallions, so that he, too, could act as one. One day he'd even find a way to learn to fight, so that he could better guard his beautiful Cerva. Her life, safety, and happiness was all that mattered. He'd do anything to protect it. So, it was also with a touch of reluctance that he wished them gone. The desire to aquire knowledge battled with his wish to remove the ruckus from Cerva's presence. He glanced back at her across the distance, making certain she had remained. She would worry over him intervening between grown males, but he hoped she'd also trust him to return safely to her. Even from way over here she was stunning. Maybe he should just go back. It hurt to be away. But the fact remained, she did not deserve to listen to their petty squabbling, and the conversation of men pulled his bottomless gaze back to them. "...do you care for my name?" the loud one mocked. He definitely didn't like that one. Too loud, too arrogant. The other was snappy but quieter, with a feral light in his eye. His voice did not need to be loud to portray the threat that he posed. The colt watched him warily, deciding his quieter tone probably only intensified his sense of danger. Like a hungry predator, watching his prey only because he could, he already knew who controlled death here. Dovev rather liked that and edged a little to the side for a better view, still too far to be attacked by anyone. But that all changed when the other joined in, as if from nowhere. Simply appeared from darkness. "I highly doubt he cares what your name is one way or another." He, too, was quiet. Deadly. The colt's interest only grew. This stallion had massive wings that made him seem even larger, and he felt a stab of envy. Perhaps if he had wings, he'd be larger too. The man walked as if they were nothing though, despite being tipped in blood. It was clear he also knew who controlled death here, and Dovev was not sure whether it was him or the wild one. That one, the colorful one, addressed each of the males. Scolding them like children as Dovev had hoped to do. As he spoke, the colt finally abandoned the outskirts and entered their gathering fully. Words were never difficult for him, but he oddly didn't feel a need to speak. He only watched, observed. Absorbed everything his senses told him. He would study and learn, and then one day he would be like them. And so he took his mental notes in watchful silence. Be steady and quiet. It is threatening in its own way. Be unafraid. Know who has the advantage and why. Teach me more. What else do you have to show me. ooc: am so sorry. next ones shouldnt be so long x.x RE: whatever; any - Real Fire - 11-02-2016 Not caring to wait for the rabid's reply, he turns to the first to appear from the shadows. "What if I don't want to win?" He asks him, sensing his age from the same feel - but darker - that he knew Offspring gave off from his eternal age. "I've lost my family, my friends, and possibly also my child in the creation of this new landscape. I don't give a horse's mood about it." He says, his voice low, as he queries the man. 'I have no problem making a wave of you' sounds almost pleasant, welcoming to the ruined stallion's mind. Hah! As if he hadn't lost it all when he was separated. Sure, he'd visited to see his sister one last time, as she suggested herself for the new army "leader" - but he didn't care anymore. Nobody had stayed to help him down, nobody stayed to be with him while he tried to heal his injuries. The limp would be permanent, but he didn't exactly care at this point. He welcomed the closure, the final, darkness, of death - his mind was, truly, gone. He sees the foal, and a wrench hits him. What had become of that mare? Did she wander once more with her growing foal? Real, in his twisted state of mind, assumed she'd left behind all thought of him, telling the foal she didn't know who it's father was. That he's as good as dead for leaving them - despite the fact she so clearly walked out of the Tundra after a few, harsh parting words to him. RE: whatever; any - Phynn - 11-03-2016 |