Date Posted:01:56:13 11/28/03 Fri Author: x[forty below summer Subject: x[step into the sideshow In reply to:
Fire Cry
's message, "\|/Here I am, Daughter\|/" on 17:39:47 11/25/03 Tue
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It seemed to be an unfair fight here, perhaps it's time for another to step in. Out of the darkness emerged the youthful ebonite stallion. Charcoal eyes glance from Firelight then to Fire Cry, they were fathomless and cold. Loud, menacing snort escaped from quivering nostrils. He did not fear the up coming fight, he had his father's courage when it came to battle. Yes, his father, he was now the son of the dead, the one and only son of Dog Soldiers. His frozen eyes look towards A Star's Rage, since when did anyone need powers to kill another person.
Single hoof paws rapidly at the ground, tail is flicked upon obsidian haunches. Finely chiselled crania is lowered slightly, like in a battle stance. Finely structured ears are pinned back along head. He had seen Firelight before, although she wouldn't of known it, he saw how she tried to make an agreement about joining tts and was refused. Slender limbs propel muscled bodice forth, stopping close by the action. A soft nod is given towards Fire Cry, his assisstance was there is it was needed. He was a noble creature, like his sire he was proud of who he was. For now, his side had been chosen, hopefully all could guess it. He had speed, stamina, all the needs of a killer with a malicious intent.
Fire Cry dwelled within the Dark warrior who was intent on slaying his daughter. Vision o’ the past reeled before him and urged him to stop the battle. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Not even if the Light warrior was unleashed. Blood lust is something to stay away from. Kill me, daughter. He urged from within. He also asked for forgiveness from his beloved and kingdom. Why o why did I let this happen? Moans the soul within. He had been foolish. He was only thinking of his daughter and not his kingdom or beloved or his son. Flames… help us. Begged the King and Light warrior together.
Three in One body… twas confusing. And a long story.
Fae’s fangs are instead sunk into his chest. His flesh is torn from him. Blood like poison is spilled. Thunderous mirth is sounded. The sweetness o’ pain makes him drool acid as he thirst for more and for blood. It didn’t seem to affect him much.
As she lifts to scrape his chest, he lifts as well and rams into her, towering o’er her still. Auds pressed to his skull he tries to sink his flaming rocks into her flesh, cutting like knives, and tries to knock her to the ground.
Massive frame suddenly lands and shakes the earth. Brute feints here and there about her fragile frame. Jaws snapping deep for blood and fronts lifting and falling wherever they may. Particularly upon her back, for his weight was bound to break something. Brute tries to mirror her moves if she should try to escape to the side again.
Deadly depths caught sight o’ another but choose not to deal with him at the moment. Nod is also caught but attention is fully upon the fae. He could go on and on and on doing this…
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Spirit arises and mournfully gazes upon the battle between his own blood. Ghostly form was barely evident off to the side. Flowing banner o' gold flickers with fire as it is shaken. He was summoned but there didn't seem to be anything he could do with a bloodwrath such as this between them.
