03-14-2016, 08:27 PM
There is a thick fog creeping through the pines as the skies open and a crack of thunder releases a gentle and pouring rain. All around him the sounds of war carried through the stillness of the evening darkness. Those who attack yell out their guttural war cries from deep within their throats and soon after their victims screams of pain follow. It is all too soon that the stench of fresh death begins to travel towards each of Beqanna's corners, leaving a foul taste in one's lungs and throat.
It is then the earth begins to shake and Tarnished's voice rings across the land as though it has been set up on the loudest projection system you could think of. The stallion's rage could be heard in his tone and it shakes the pines in it's wake, causing them to tremble. With that came the smallest of smiles made up of almost sickening pleasure as it crawls across the jaguar spotted king's features in the middle of the darkness.
It almost pleases him that his friend has finally joined the gray, and with a soft laugh he finds himself for the first time since the start of this entire war, relaxed. He honestly couldn't say he would care if Tarnished destroyed all of Beqanna. If Tarnished wiped it's entire surface clean. Nothing wrong with starting from scratch. The god's could snap their fingers and produce vegetation, then snap their fingers again and create a whole new line of equines with fresh, untainted blood. With it the plants would grow, the lands would form. Kingdoms would be rebuilt and brought back to life and everything would be as it once was. It almost was a nice thought. He almost wished they would do it. That they would just make the whole world rewind and start all over. Would that be so bad? For history to be erased and for the blood to run fresh?
Ah but who was he to think such thoughts. You could say that Demian was becoming crazy. But he wasn't. He just knew better than to question the God's intentions and desires for he always knew that no matter what, they would do what was right for their land.
While the world came crumbling down the war raged on and it's participants fought harder. It was as though they never tired and the sounds of battle ringing nice and loud within their minds was their fuel that kept them going. Too many participants wished only to shed blood and find an excuse to beat their anger in a physical sense. Yet Demian, he was no fighter if we were all being honest. His most strategic moves had been those that had not required much movement on his part. His blindness was most bothersome and it in reality were he to submerge himself within the battlefield his only outcome would be death. His body would be mangled beyond repair and unlike some he wouldn't allow a magician to fix it. He would let the God's do what was right.
He didn't want to live his life a complete mystery. One day he wanted to die. But he wanted it to be a fair fight. A death deserving. It is then a small Raven comes and it takes one turn of his head towards the Raven for the message to be delivered. He laughs then, softly, his head shaking firmly. There was no way he was going to get in the way of his friends rage. Not now. Maybe later. Who knows. He quirks a smile at the bird, shoulders rolling in a gentle shrug before he says, "Ah, I'm quite busy. Please try again later," he is chuckling then and listening to the bird flap away quickly. This was never his war in the first place, and he wasn't about to be ordered about. They had all done things that were terrible they had all made nasty little moves. But he wasn't about to deal with those now and kind as he was, the jaguar king wasn't to be treated like a child, nor would he go into a fight with another full of rage. That's how mistakes are made. Not only that, he had shit to do before he even so much as tried to fight a battle he was heavily outmatched in. Maybe later he'd do it. Just to see how things went. Maybe. But for now, now he knew it was best not to get in the way of Tarnished.
It was then he hears the sounds of the valley's wolves eerie cries. They pull him from his thoughts fluidly and he listens to their excited yips, and their short howls signaling the start of a hunt. The sound of hoof beats constantly quickening fill the air and his heartbeat races. He stands in the trees listening as the pack herds the stallion closer and he can sense the other's fear. It is then he hears them attack. He can hear the scrape of claws and teeth against flesh and then he can hear the horse as it begins to fall.
There is nothing like the sound of a hunt that of taking down an animal to send a chill down one's spine. It is one of the most natural parts of life. Yet before it can be completed, before they can rip out their prey's throat, he steps from the trees, voice soft as he commands them to cease. He slowly steps forward, hooves kicking up the soft dirt as the rain slowly beat down against them. He stops to where his head is hanging over the Gate's king, his quiet plee and then gentle plop of his head making him tilt his head slightly.
It is then the thunder cracks and the lightning fills the sky, lighting up the small clearing. The two could be seen in the darkness lit with a blue haze of light. A winged spotted stallion standing over another before finally the space grew dark again only the slight haze of Demian's spots poking through the fog. And then suddenly he is reaching a hoof out and tapping it against the other's skull with one nice knock. "Excuse you, you're laying dead on my kingdom and I don't really appreciate that. I will help you, but first thing's first... Up and at-em kiddo, I don't have the time."
Time to get his ball rolling, don't you think?
ooc: i don't know what this is :| it took a weird turn? anywhoooo.....
It is then the earth begins to shake and Tarnished's voice rings across the land as though it has been set up on the loudest projection system you could think of. The stallion's rage could be heard in his tone and it shakes the pines in it's wake, causing them to tremble. With that came the smallest of smiles made up of almost sickening pleasure as it crawls across the jaguar spotted king's features in the middle of the darkness.
It almost pleases him that his friend has finally joined the gray, and with a soft laugh he finds himself for the first time since the start of this entire war, relaxed. He honestly couldn't say he would care if Tarnished destroyed all of Beqanna. If Tarnished wiped it's entire surface clean. Nothing wrong with starting from scratch. The god's could snap their fingers and produce vegetation, then snap their fingers again and create a whole new line of equines with fresh, untainted blood. With it the plants would grow, the lands would form. Kingdoms would be rebuilt and brought back to life and everything would be as it once was. It almost was a nice thought. He almost wished they would do it. That they would just make the whole world rewind and start all over. Would that be so bad? For history to be erased and for the blood to run fresh?
Ah but who was he to think such thoughts. You could say that Demian was becoming crazy. But he wasn't. He just knew better than to question the God's intentions and desires for he always knew that no matter what, they would do what was right for their land.
While the world came crumbling down the war raged on and it's participants fought harder. It was as though they never tired and the sounds of battle ringing nice and loud within their minds was their fuel that kept them going. Too many participants wished only to shed blood and find an excuse to beat their anger in a physical sense. Yet Demian, he was no fighter if we were all being honest. His most strategic moves had been those that had not required much movement on his part. His blindness was most bothersome and it in reality were he to submerge himself within the battlefield his only outcome would be death. His body would be mangled beyond repair and unlike some he wouldn't allow a magician to fix it. He would let the God's do what was right.
He didn't want to live his life a complete mystery. One day he wanted to die. But he wanted it to be a fair fight. A death deserving. It is then a small Raven comes and it takes one turn of his head towards the Raven for the message to be delivered. He laughs then, softly, his head shaking firmly. There was no way he was going to get in the way of his friends rage. Not now. Maybe later. Who knows. He quirks a smile at the bird, shoulders rolling in a gentle shrug before he says, "Ah, I'm quite busy. Please try again later," he is chuckling then and listening to the bird flap away quickly. This was never his war in the first place, and he wasn't about to be ordered about. They had all done things that were terrible they had all made nasty little moves. But he wasn't about to deal with those now and kind as he was, the jaguar king wasn't to be treated like a child, nor would he go into a fight with another full of rage. That's how mistakes are made. Not only that, he had shit to do before he even so much as tried to fight a battle he was heavily outmatched in. Maybe later he'd do it. Just to see how things went. Maybe. But for now, now he knew it was best not to get in the way of Tarnished.
It was then he hears the sounds of the valley's wolves eerie cries. They pull him from his thoughts fluidly and he listens to their excited yips, and their short howls signaling the start of a hunt. The sound of hoof beats constantly quickening fill the air and his heartbeat races. He stands in the trees listening as the pack herds the stallion closer and he can sense the other's fear. It is then he hears them attack. He can hear the scrape of claws and teeth against flesh and then he can hear the horse as it begins to fall.
There is nothing like the sound of a hunt that of taking down an animal to send a chill down one's spine. It is one of the most natural parts of life. Yet before it can be completed, before they can rip out their prey's throat, he steps from the trees, voice soft as he commands them to cease. He slowly steps forward, hooves kicking up the soft dirt as the rain slowly beat down against them. He stops to where his head is hanging over the Gate's king, his quiet plee and then gentle plop of his head making him tilt his head slightly.
It is then the thunder cracks and the lightning fills the sky, lighting up the small clearing. The two could be seen in the darkness lit with a blue haze of light. A winged spotted stallion standing over another before finally the space grew dark again only the slight haze of Demian's spots poking through the fog. And then suddenly he is reaching a hoof out and tapping it against the other's skull with one nice knock. "Excuse you, you're laying dead on my kingdom and I don't really appreciate that. I will help you, but first thing's first... Up and at-em kiddo, I don't have the time."
Time to get his ball rolling, don't you think?
ooc: i don't know what this is :| it took a weird turn? anywhoooo.....