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Oh, audacity. -- Daughter of Light, 22:27:25 11/20/03 Thu [1]
(Eh. I returned in another post, under Dog Soldiers'.)
Without a word or call, the golden goddess swiftly flew across the plain, the wind catching her feet and trailing behind lethargically, no match for the effortless churning of the maiden. A sacred principle had been violated, but more importantly, so had her homeland. The intolerable injustice must be righted, and she would not shirk her duty. She cared not if they recognized her, and thus made no announcement of her identity. Let them assume what they would.
Of the lesser evils, she paid no heed. Their words reached her ears before she reached her destination, but she cared not if they threatened retribution. In any case, DOT was not commanding her to do anything. The palomino acted of her own accord, charging towards Adrian furiously. Regardless of whether or not first contact had been made, the mare shoved herself between Shazaam and Adrian. Shazaam did not need protection, and she was not offering it. It was with Adrian that she had her fight to pick, and she would settle for nothing less. If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was getting; she would not waste her time on words, for it had long since moved past that.
The mare was older, yes, but she was neither frail nor faint-hearted. In contrast, she was nearly eternal, with a strength gifted to her by countless seasons possessing the healing trait, several of which were spent blessed as a mage. In all technicality, she had never relinquished those powers, simply chosen not to utilize them. If the lightning-mare's power proved stolen or simply a nuisance, they may be resurfaced. For now, though, her attention was forcefully focused on Adrian, and she reared against him, too close for either to affect much damage with their hooves. It was not her goal to damage him--she merely wanted him and his camaderie gone from her once-peaceful home.
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.[dances with wolves]. -- Adrian, 00:53:04 11/21/03 Fri [1]
While listening to Dog Soldiers, Adrian would have quirked a brow if only he had one. The bay turns his nose away, intentionally acting quite indifferent. A light breeze tugged at the ebony wisps of his mane and tail.
Then die, Dog Soldiers. I do not wish to disturb you.
His black tinged ears swivel about as more Rebels steal into the lands. All visible emotion leaves his face, leaving a bitterly determined expression matched with the slightest gleam of sorrowful hate evident within his chocolate brown eyes. The next horse that appeared on the scene, however, appeared all too familiar. Adrian starts a bit, throwing his head in Daughter of Light's direction. The faintest trace of respect threw shadows across his features, but he allowed none to break his contempt. The auburn reacts with stunning speed and agility, raising to meet the former Queen's offensive. Her strike hits him as expected, almost throwing off his sense of balance. As Daughter of Light's weight pushes into his, the tenacious stallion attempts to use this position to his advantage. Maliciously, the black-pointed Leader performs his counter-attack. He shifts his position forward, allowing himself to bear into her with the hope of pushing her back a few steps. But Adrian knew this may not even work, as DoL seemed surprisingly spry. The events seemed slowed, but barely three seconds had passed.
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-- marty, 00:54:27 11/21/03 Fri [1]
*slaps self* Forgot my tags.
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Feel the Darkness -- Curve of Darkness, 06:23:51 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The stallion gallops in and places himself protectivly by Adria's side. Although his eyes soften and the look of stunned brokenessfell over his fae "Dog?!" he sys, his ex-leader who had given up the terra for another. He had been the back up stalion, and had risked his life for a mare there.
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Wishes and Dreams -- Devilcania's Fury, 07:53:48 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The mare moved back, the stallion obvouisly did not wish to attack back.
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Time's only Mistress...gold and bronze... -- Daughter of Time .:. Xaranth .:. Heth, 09:25:56 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The sterling monarch watched coolly as her former leader and good friend rushed head on towards the opposition. No, in her eyes he no longer held a name. A name is a title given to one, used to show even the tiniest bit of respect. This savage had lost all right to respect when he refused to leave, invading her home like a desperate, bloodthirsty monster. She mad no move to stop DOL, for she had no control over the golden mage, nor did she presume to. She knew what was hers and what was not. So far, she was Queen only in name, for her people, her lands, did not recognize her as a leader, nor did some respect her as one, for she had done nothing to earn their respect. She stole a sideways glance towards Shazaam, hoping to judge by his reaction their situation. She was intelligent, that much was true, but she was still young, and the evil leader had spoken true. She did have much to learn. Now, right now, she was learning, and everything that occurred would stay with her forever. Stealing a glance behind her, the sterling matriarch smiled at her two friends. Though they were not necessarily of the Lighter nature, they were her friends and had stuck by her through many hard times, and done so once again. She was forever in their debt. She quickly returned her thoughts to the battle going on around her. Things were getting ugly. She once more looked up, praying fervently that Love and Lunar would come soon.
The gold and the bronze watched silently, their eyes whirling a sharp red in anger. How dare these monsters enter a realm held almost sacred by many. Seeing the other dragoness and her empty threat, they both looked at each other and seemed to laugh. They were far stronger and more agile than this nymph. Besides, there were two of them, and only one of her. They too scanned the skies, waiting for the others to come so they could unleash their fury.
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-Consumed- -- Golden Fire, 18:17:51 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The proceedings ensued under her baleful gaze, her rage simmering beneath the surface of her quiet exterior. A mild tremor of surprise jolted her as DOL appeared to do battle with Adrian though the rest of the combatants seemed content to make do with an old-fashioned stare down. Her tail continued to lick at her flanks, an indication of the ire that rankled her.
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[cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 22:04:18 11/21/03 Fri [1]
[the stallion is nearly moved to object to this battle, a young lass versus and warrior. but he knows there is no stopping the queen if she sets her mind to it, and so his cry is silenced. instead, he moves backwards, opening a space so that the two could duel without the needless injury of more. he gruffly calls for the others to do the same, his tone offering little room for resistance]
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Burn the fire within -- Daughter of Light, 22:09:29 11/21/03 Fri [1]
The stallion could fight; she knew that before entering, and he would employ any advantage his crepuscular mind can find. Weight was in the steed's advantage, as it would be in most such contests, but only the naive would believe that either of them were relying on strength alone. Action--action was all she cared about, removing the invaders from her lands. Superficially, reason had little sway with the dark noble, but the surprise attack had been a measure specifically calculated to catch them off-guard, hitting them where they should be strong but are defensively weak. The goddess would not allow it.
Her mind raced deftly through the situation, and she only backed one hind before twisting out of their locked position. As he had predicted, she had been robbed of none of her agility, which now graced her with feline fluidity. Rapidly, she tucked her momentarily exposed flank behind her again and immediately planted herself, using roughly the same tactic from his shoulder rather than chest. The cream had no pretentious assumptions of this being an easy fight, but she would not give up her homelands without one. He had trespassed on what she loved most dearly besides the lives of her children, and it was her moral duty to challenge it. His advantage may lie in brute strength and cunning, but what a match can sheer will and passion be.
(Yay! I am officially 17! *grin* So happy. Also, just to assure you since it's been a terribly long time since I let my girl get into an all-out fight, DOL never heals herself in mid-fight. Unfair advantage, I'd say.)
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[...i wonder, but i have faith...] -- [.faiths wonderer.] (Queen of immortal dragons), 01:11:22 11/22/03 Sat [1]
[.fatale swoops in, one of her two powers telling her this was going on, and that one of her own species had came, and that that fatale was going to help the evils. the queen beats down toward the ground and touches the loamy earth. Her blue oculars scan the scene. It did not take long to spot the other. She had already known it was her, but decided to come anyway. Venom. How could she have guessed. Her crania is tilted toward Dog Soldiers. Being a telepathnesis and healmancer had it's advantages. She could see into Dog Soldiers heart. Her heart was softened at what she felt and read as she read his thoughts, mind, and true heart. She then makes her way over to the lights side of the fight to Dog Soldiers. Before speaking to him, she sent a mind message to and only to Daughter of Time, Daughter of Light, and Shazaam. "I am Faiths Wonderer, fw, and am here to help. I am the immortal dragon queen. The other immortal dragon over there is Venom. I may rid you of her if you desire, she is one from my terra." Quitting the mind links to them, she turns her attention to Dog Soldiers facing him. She puts up her wings, acting as a shield and a seperation for privacy.]
Dog Soldiers, I have just read your mind, heart, feelings, everything, even your memories. I am deeply sorry for the intrusion, but I can do such things. I wanted to tell you, I may help you. I can give you a special...healing...that will keep you alive as long as it takes to do what you desire most before you die. I know what it is because of what I have said previously. Would you like this?
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.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 10:33:23 11/22/03 Sat [1]
ooc: happy birthday!!
It seemed that the war had spilled into the Isle after all. Tradition held no meaning and honor was a thing of the past. With a heavy heart and a measured pace, the grulla approached. Her locks of opposing hues swirled about her arched neck almost as if performing a parody of the forces now battling before them. Her seemingly apathetic gaze locked on her grandmother as the golden dame entered battle once again. How many times had she defended her lands and her people against those bent on rending apart the peace and tranquility that marked the Light territories? The answer was too many. The princess might have seemed calm to those who noted her approach but on the inside her soul writhed in fear and anxiety. Her grandmother was locked in battle and there was nothing she could do to help her. Then, with an iron grip, Elven's reason took over. DOL was a seasoned fighter, a Queen not unaccustomed to defending what was hers. The battle might be hard-fought, but in the end, it would be hard-won. Such was the confidence the dame held in her sire's dam. And so she stood quietly, awaiting action from the others gathered around the battle while the former Queen fought for the lands she had held dear for so long.
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.[fight drive]. -- Adrian, 18:28:01 11/22/03 Sat [1]
The former Queen's predicted divergence left Adrian able to do nothing but land back on all four hooves. Immediately, watching the creamy palomino's subtle weight transfer, the auburn decided to skitter to the side. The evasion part was easy for the stallion. His unnaturally light frame and sure-footed movements aided the thoroughbred with a passively defensive skill, the skill of avoiding. However, the rebel realized his obvious mistake too late. He cursed at himself and tactfully attempted to right the problem. The bay had not allowed himself the adequate time to fully reach the outskirts of Daughter of Light's second attack. Instead, his position was in place to receive the violent brunt of her incoming hooves. The Leader should have moved towards her, not away. It was a three-year-old stallion's mistake being committed by a six-year-old. He barely had time to look in the mare's direction before her weight fell upon his open shoulder. Visably pained, Adrian reacted on instinct. He threw his front side away from the female, pivoting himself entirely so that his hindquarters faced in her direction. Now, frustrated beyond comparison, the milk chocolate hued horse hurriedly shifted his weight from hind to fore. Then he struck out, back hooves guiding themselves swiftly in the direction of DOL's chest and shoulder. His ears pinned themselves back firmly, and he clenched his teeth together as his shoulder throbbed. It only fueled the stallion's attack. So far, the two had uttered nothing to eachother, yet, under the circumstances, it did not seem strange.
(Happy birthday, Ashley! :) And I must say, you are a fair person, for Adrian possesses no powers at all. :D)
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Time's only Mistress -- DOT, 23:10:38 11/22/03 Sat [1]
The sterling noble watched the fight betwixt light and dark, outwardly cool and aloof, inwardly writhing with self-directed anger. Her friend was truly capable of fighting her own battles, and DOT would not dishonor her by interfering. Honor seemed too forgotten in these lands of light, but not all had left it behind. She toseed her head, she had had enough of this talk, these inbasils were obviously not going to leave her lands, and so, she decided to take back what belonged to her, and to all who dwelt there. Hearing the mind-message of the dragon-queen, she smiled, a smile without warmth or gaity, only a sick coolness, and sent a message of her own.
Yes, that would be absolutely wonderful if you would be so inclined.
Having broken the connection, she pawed the ground with a delicate foreleg and snorted. She tossed her chiseled dial, ridding herself of the ebony/ivory locks that obscured her path of vision. Stepping forth, she came in the path of the flame-kissed fatale, the one dubbed Kissin' Death. Moving into a smooth canter, she turned her crania and aimed for the other, using her shoulder to catch the other off-balance. Her sapphire pools sparkled with malice. Those who dared disrupt the peace of her realm would never do so again, for the retribution for such an act is a fate worse than death. This being only her second battle, aside from childhood games, she relied solely on instinct and her only previous experiance to aid her in her venture. Silken banner streamed out behind her, catching the wind and sailing on its wings, as the fae herself was often inclined to do, soaring across the horizon on evenings when her past semed to choke her, and she wished to free herself from it by the gentle caress of the night wind upon her skin, She knew DOL took pride in her, but the fae sometimes wondered, was DOL's trust misplaced? Perhaps Shazaam saw deeper into her than his dam could, and thus treated her cooly for a just cause. Clearing her mind of these troubling thoughts, the sterling matriarch sailed on, her past unimportant, her present, undecided, her future, in the hands of her mother, Fate.
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[. f i n a l e .] -- [. d 0 g s 0 l d i e r s .], 23:28:28 11/22/03 Sat [1]
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 23:54:55 11/22/03 Sat [1]
Xs and Os Have Got Nothing On Her |
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 | The copper mare snorted, shaking her head. As she shok copper locks from her maliceable orbs, she saw the flash of the sterling vixen to late. She was knocked slightly off balance. She stumbled sideways, half-rearing in the process. She smiled viciously to herself. Aye M'Lady that was a good move, but let me assure you, it shall not happen again. A coldness seeped into her emerald orbs, glittering cruelly. She pawed at the hard eath with a single dagger, turning and sharing at the stormed fae. She snaked out her neck, teeth snapping shut. |
.cursed.
.Kissin’ Death.
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.Copper color with a blaze. Her mane and tail are like spilled fire. Emerald eyes are usually always cold or filled with malice.
.traits.
.This one is a spitfire. Cruel and cold hearted. She has no tolerance for pushy stallions or mares who think they can outrank her. Very wise and can be quite overpowering at times. Not afraid of a challenge or a fight, very brave. Loves to run and is quite fast.
.days gone by.
.She has lived a normal life. Though her parents died at an early age, she was old enough to take care of herself.
.brood.
.None.
.b’ loved.
.None.
.allies.
.Midnight Sun. : .Voodoo Dancer. : .Disturbed. : .DuneStone.
.loathed.
.Calypso.
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Sacrifice part for the whole (don't forget to close your tags!) -- Daughter of Light, 00:21:52 11/23/03 Sun [1]
To the world itself, she paid no attention. The dragon's mindspeech, as well as the multiple dragons' presence, went unnoticed. Her only desire was to convince Adrian, and through him, his minions, to leave her vivacious terra. Perhaps wrongfully, she had not even considered giving DoT the opportunity to handle Adrian herself and thus prove her worth to her people, but even royalty is ultimately flawed. External stimuli was handled instinctively, enough to be aware of her surroundings without being concerned by them.
Head and legs she would protect, but the mare made no move to evade the solid buck. Her only shift was to avoid an angle that would be conducive to broken bones, taking the hit with a controlled grunt. Because she had not removed herself from proximity to him, the matriarch was able to respond immediately after his hinds grounded themselves. A third time she launched herself forward, but rather than simply forcing her weight upon him as she had twice past, the nimble fairy snaked her head forward with tightly pinned ears to bite his rump, simultaneously bringing her forehooves slashing towards his upper hinds. The movement caused her shoulder to pound, for certainly it had been deeply bruised by the kick, but if she avoided using it, it would become a stiff hindrance. Instead, rather than attempting to ignore the ache, she accepted it and moved past it, aware that she would likely receive far greater as the battle wore on. The mare, acting as any lead would, intended to constantly be the aggressor, forcing him to respond to her advances. In vain, she hoped that he would acquiesce and take an honorable retreat, having proved his point, and leave them in peace. The matter had progressed beyond negotiations, however, and neither had need to speak. Their messages were made crystal clear in their actions, instead.
(Dog, if you want to talk to DOL, you're going to have to do it mentally or have him wait a bit longer. She's not going to stop fighting Adrian anytime soon)
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[What I get for being late.. -- Firelight, 01:37:44 11/23/03 Sun [1]
The firegold maiden stepped into the territory. Her looks were somewhat strangled her whole appearance, dropped. Her soul was torn, her father had returned, bringing back memory of her dear brother. The love of her home and the equine in it held her to the dark. Glance cast in the direction of Dot and she made her way to the fighting. No evil glance was held, no hate was cas tfrom her deep pools. She merely came and stood.. her attention turned to her leader, fighting the light Lead. For a moment she let her gaze fall on the attacking Light Queen. She was in a moment of uncertainity, for a fleeting moment her soul was dipped back into the way of the Light. For that moment she made her choice, to fight.
A glint of malice, of a true evil nature was flaming within her ebony ooids. Never again, could she ever consider being a traitor to her true nature. With a great cry her fores reached for the heaven's. An evil sound escaping her muzzle sending out her message to all the Evil fighting in this land of light. "We fight" was all it said, a clear cry, like a lioness ready to finish a kill. She dropped to the ground, rocks hit hard the ground, steam came from her muzzle. A snort was produced, the soul that was her's, that was evil, shone clear in her eyes.
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 09:35:30 11/23/03 Sun [1]
Having felt her shoulder connect squarely with the frame of the other, she saw out of the corner of her azure void that the one was
knocked slightly off-balance, compensating with a half rear. Whirling so the she faced the other fae once more, she saw an instant
too-late the snaking boa and felt blunt teeth pinch her satin hide. Rearing, she struck out with hooves of steel, using the closeness to
her opponent to her advantage. Her ebony/ivory tassels flew out behind her, slicing into the pure blue heavens. From her vantage, she
saw very slightly an all-too familiar flash of flame. The voice shattered the temporary silence, but the words were unimportant, the tone
was all that matterd. The tone was one desperate. The sound of one tittering on the edge of a knife, betwixt the light and the darkness.She felt a pain within her soul, she could have helped, but instead she was pre-occupied, and thus the soul had fallen once more into darkness. Cursing herself, she shook the thought from her mind and continued, nothing she could do right now.
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 11:08:16 11/23/03 Sun [1]
Xs and Os Have Got Nothing On Her |
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| Copper fae's teeth sunk deep into the stormed hide of the other. She smiled viciously. Payback. The words, hardly out of her mouth when she saw charcoal diamonds being thrown at her from a very close distance. She crow-hopped, obviously not fast enough for a biting feeling sank with her shoulder. SHe loked over, seeing a deep gash bleeding sluggishly. SHe grinned wickedly, a distant lok in her eyes. First blood. She turned slowly, facing the other, she smiled calmly. Suddenly she spun, swift daggers aimed high at the other fae's chest. |
.cursed.
.Kissin’ Death.
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.façade.
.Copper color with a blaze. Her mane and tail are like spilled fire. Emerald eyes are usually always cold or filled with malice.
.traits.
.This one is a spitfire. Cruel and cold hearted. She has no tolerance for pushy stallions or mares who think they can outrank her. Very wise and can be quite overpowering at times. Not afraid of a challenge or a fight, very brave. Loves to run and is quite fast.
.days gone by.
.She has lived a normal life. Though her parents died at an early age, she was old enough to take care of herself.
.brood.
.None.
.b’ loved.
.None.
.allies.
.Midnight Sun. : .Voodoo Dancer. : .Disturbed. : .DuneStone.
.loathed.
.Calypso.
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[cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 12:32:56 11/23/03 Sun [1]
[as more fighting breaks out in their small group, the mascu' backs farther away to give the warriors space. shaking his head sadly, he watches the chaos erupt around him. old though he was, he was strong and suddenly thirsted for a fight. looking around, he seeks one who is not currently engaged] And will no one fight an old stallion? [a dagger paws restlessly at the ground, brown eyes flicking from creature to creature]
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Kissin' Death, PLEASE close your tags. -- Ashley, 13:15:19 11/23/03 Sun [1]
You have an open blue font tag that is causing messages after yours to be unreadable.
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OK, sorry I didnt notice it ^.^ -- Kiss/Ashley, 13:42:36 11/23/03 Sun [1]
Sorry, I didn't notice it. I will close them there tags ASAP! Thanx for letting me know! ^_^
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 14:46:16 11/23/03 Sun [1]
Feeling her steely daggers connect with solid flesh, she smiled wickedly for a moment, and felt warm blood on her coronet where it had flown after the incision had been made. Landing light on her feet, she backed a few steps, ready to go a it again when she saw twin missiles aiming for her chest. Her options were few, and with miliseconds to spare, she dodged left, and felt one of them graze her shoulder, knocking the point quite well. Ooh, that one would hurt in the morning! Taking advantage of the close quarters once more, she stretched out her mug, boa snaking towards the exposed hanches, ivory incisors snapping for the meaty quarter. At the same time, she had half-reared, and her twin pillars struck out at the hocks, a good blow there would be a nice little prize for the shelves, for that area was particularly bony and quite unprotected. This would not be easy, she had not accepted the position of leader with the assumption that it would be easy. Neither would this battle be easy, but as some before had put, a hard-fought battle is a battle hard-won. Mayhap a victory here would win her some favor in the eyes of her people. She had to prove she was no longer a mere child to be tossed aside. Very tired was she of being treated lightly, no more! Now they would have to listen, and they should listen well. A new era had come over the Lights, one of war, maybe, one of peace, hopefully, but whatever awaited, they would be ready. Submission was not an option. The rebels were just that, a rebel force to be dealt with. They had dealt with them in the past, and would do so again. Everything that occured around her, she heard and saw as if from the other side of a frosted window. It was all a blur of light and noise, unimportant clutter that needed to be filtered out. She was learning, and was learning fast, she had to in order to survive. It was by nature her God-given ability. She'd have to remember to thank him when all this was through.
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 16:04:56 11/23/03 Sun [1]
((ok I hope my tags are closed this time, if not, I'm sorry.)) Xs and Os Have Got Nothing On Her |
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| The fire touched mare smiled grimly as she felt a dager peirce the other fae's side. She spun fast, as soon as she felt her hoof make a contact. Ivory locked into her shoulder and she bit a cry of pain. Didn't turn fast enough. She chided herself. She looked over in toome to see the fae broing erslef upo to the air and then aim. She too reared, daggers aiming and clawing at the other vixen. |
.cursed.
.Kissin’ Death.
.label.
.Kiss.
.genre.
.Demoness.
.stained.
.Chestnut.
.marks.
.Blaze.
.winters.
.4.
.class.
.Arab.
.heart.
.Evil.
.domicile.
.Infinite Valley.
.importance.
.Lead.
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.façade.
.Copper color with a blaze. Her mane and tail are like spilled fire. Emerald eyes are usually always cold or filled with malice.
.traits.
.This one is a spitfire. Cruel and cold hearted. She has no tolerance for pushy stallions or mares who think they can outrank her. Very wise and can be quite overpowering at times. Not afraid of a challenge or a fight, very brave. Loves to run and is quite fast.
.days gone by.
.She has lived a normal life. Though her parents died at an early age, she was old enough to take care of herself.
.brood.
.None.
.b’ loved.
.None.
.allies.
.Midnight Sun. : .Voodoo Dancer. : .Disturbed. : .DuneStone.
.loathed.
.Calypso.
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...serpentine... -- ...venom..., 17:48:32 11/23/03 Sun [1]
...as the serpent...
...the 'ess of a dying twilight chuckled,did innocent little faith's wonderer think she couldn't hear the messages also? she bared her fangs at the other,a low growl rumbling in her throat. suddenly her jaws snapped together,a kind of fire smouldering in her deep eyes. she stared at fw,the pompous windbag,with the deepest kind of hatred anyone could muster."think again,faithy. il eft your useless little immortals for the darks. you have absolutely no control over me anymore. i never liked you anyway. waving around your position like a flag,flaunting it."she slapped her spiked tail against the ground,causing a small tremor to shake the ground. she stared down the two small pernese dragons with contempt,if they though they were so powerful,why not fight?...
...serpentine...
...VeNoM...
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Rebel the Fright -- Dagger's Rebellion, 20:10:27 11/23/03 Sun [1]
The rebel sneers at Castaway darky. "I'll fight you, ol' one, if you wish to fight a seasoned vetran." he laughs coldly, copper eyes glowing with born hatred, he glanced at Curse who stood beside him, knowing the older's hate was more than birth. He focused dedicatedly on CastAway, planning on taking capives, as he had been told to. Moving like a viper he steadily approached the the other, daggers digging fruitfully into the soft earth.
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.[how can a loser win]. -- Adrian, 20:16:20 11/23/03 Sun [1]
The crowd of surrounding horses had long since faded from his vision, leaving only Daughter of Light, himself, the sky, and the sand beneath them. He heard nothing, not the words of his colleagues and foes or the retired Light Queen's soft grunt. All that permeated his dulled hearing was his even breathing and hoof thuds. The stallion pitted himself against the task of the fight, displaying his unbreakable will and intelligence in more ways than just one. His brown eyes flashed with energy and resilience, but they also deceived. Adrian hadn't the raw strength to beat DOL, for his form could not adequately support it. However, the auburn's mind worked on the fly, choosing scenerios and playing them out completely. Whatever his corrupted conscious could whip up, he would dole willingly to the golden beige mare. The miscreant rebel needed to succeed in this fight. No, he did not fear losing face in the eyes of the doubting evils. The bay stallion was mostly doing this for himself. And this should not be a surprise.
Adrian was, roughly, somewhat like a two-sided coin. A common mantality but never-the-less it was very true. Many judge without knowing. Adrian was hated for all the wrong reasons. But wasn't this the reason he was here in the first place? To put the others to shame while increasing his own success? This was what the black-pointed stallion wanted. Or was it. No backing down now. The thoroughbred would rather give his own life.
Wildly, he fought on, taking the hits and responding back to them. He was in the wrong position, but he had something planned. The auburn was going to attempt to change these tides. Hooves and teeth rained upon the stallion, and he tried to even them out. The female's teeth bit his rump forcefully, and although horse teeth are blunt, he could feel the skin under his fur being crushed. It was worse than being biten by a wolf. The male started forward, tucking his hindquarters a bit lower than his front. Daughter of Light's hooves descended, one skimming his leg the other catching his ebon' hock. He lost use of it briefly, struggling madly to move out of the way. Adrian now pinpointed his future attack while throwing himself around to face DOL. With a determined glint in his chocolate eyes, he dug his hooves into the sand. The Leader then leapt straight towards the mare, forehooves thrusting towards her head. He wanted this to change. Adrian did not want to be the one dodging all the hits from Daughter of Light. However, there was a downside to this attack. All, and more, weight bared down on his injured hock as he sprung. The sharp wave of pain hit him hard, but the light bay refused to acknowledge it.
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\*/Pit of Hades\*/ -- Kiesha, 20:59:43 11/23/03 Sun [1]
The female dragoness eased into the Light lands. Clearly it was boredom that was creased across her features. Maw parted wide to allow deep violet flames become airborn, not directed at any given creature. Her frame ,well-muscled as a Flaris should be, was pushed further into the terrain. Ivory ooids landed upon the few dragons that had entered into these lands. On sight she knew the Light Queen and a sneer was cast pon features, there was a fight here perhaps. Then again, the other dragoness looked as if she wanted a duel with the Queen. Pools roamed until they fell upon the mare Firelight, the femme didn't seem to have any directions for anyone, so she didn't need to speak with her. The Evil vixen decided then to settle herself down and look for a fight. Let any creature dare approach her, she was ready to kill.
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[: Fight Fire -- Firelight, 21:23:14 11/23/03 Sun [1]
The minx let gaze rivet 'pon Adrian and mare. Glance cast to the dragoness as she entered, as Ki looked her way she made sure their eyes meet. If the Evils began to fall then the dragoness would have her share of fun. For now, let equine fight equine, and leave all powers out of it. For now, she saw no need for her to make battle with any. Dot was engaged and so she would not fight her, just yet. So she let her mind go to work, still keeping a sharp eye out for an opponent.
She had a plan for what would be the after-math of their win at PI. Her doubt in the Evils was very little, if any at all. If there was any she would not dwell on that.
Now, if they lost what then? Why go home, get healed and come back to do it all over again. She would not stop until the Dark held control of the lands, and the weak were destroyed. Or until she got bored, or was dead. Who knows, the female's mind is in a constant state of change. She had her plan of what to do if they won, but then again it was only a rough sketch. Perhaps they would do something totally different, who knows? She must speak again with Adrian, if he lives. Again she turned to watch the Evil King do battle, pools were dark, noticing every weakness either had. She wondered who would win, the Light seemed to be a fight either could win.
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Live.For.The.Moment -- SteelSings, 21:26:01 11/23/03 Sun [1]
An enormous silver and black shape crested the winds over a hill. Regally it glided toward them on huge, bat-like wings boned in silver. The mature dragon lit the ground and advanced, wings half extended. This dragon was nearly eighty feet long, with a tail that was half again as long as she was. Though there were much larger dragons out there, none had the presence the made the air hum as this one did. Her scales were a bright, almost glowing shade of silver on her back, then ivory on her belly. Black scales glittered at her imperial face and washed over her body, dotted here and there. Like some other dragons, this one had slver talons and teeth, in addition to the silver bones that glittered in the delicate hide of her wings. Her eyes, silver around slit pupils like a cats, were cold indeed. Sparks and threads similar to lightning jumped over her scales; her golden headcrest was rose from a broad forehead and swept down her shouldeers. She bridled, scales ruffling. the grass beneath her talons began to scorch. An evil gleam peirced from her eyes.
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Unleash the dragon -- Shazaam, 22:40:36 11/23/03 Sun [1]
Irritation boiled deep within the mahogany stud. Flying lizards with dragon breath coming in from all directions... Evils coming out of the woodwork to answer the summons of their failing leader... pitiful excuses for equines who felt they had to hurt and destroy others only to prove how "evil" they were. The dark bay couldn't quite repress the urge to roll his eyes at the sheer melodramatic nature of it. Perhaps one day the Dark horses would learn to be content with what they had. He watched with hooded eyes as his beloved mother took on Adrian, proving to all that she still possessed the beauty, grace, and will to confront all who posed a threat to her family and lands. Standing with hooves planted firmly in the earth, the auburn stallion watched the proceedings, enamating a frigid aura that would discourage others who entertained the idea of attacking him. If it seemed that Adrian somehow gained the upper hand, Shazaam wouldn't hesitate to step in.
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Time's only Mistress\ -- DOT, 09:44:32 11/24/03 Mon [1]
Azure orbs flicked out to the side, one last time glancing at Shazaam with disapproval. If he was also a leader of these lands, why did he not fight for them, as others were doing? This was all she had time to think before she saw the form of her opponent pawing the sky as well. A thud, and a hoof struck her chest. Ooh, bruise! Throwing her dial further back, while keeping her nose down, she too pawed at the heavens, aiming for the delicate bone, the point of shoulder, a similar target as had been injured on her own frame, but a good blow there….ooh! That one would hurt! Tassels flew into her sapphire pools, obscuring her path of vision. Trusting to her aim, she allowed them to stay, until her swift downward motion blew them from her face once more.
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\|/The Storm o' Blood an' Fire\|/ -- Fire Cry, 16:49:30 11/24/03 Mon [1]
Dark clouds gather overhead. Deafening thunder booms with power upon the horizon. Coming forth was a storm… of blood. A colossal brute covered in a pelt o’ pure blood comes forth with shadows flowing about his feet like a black mist. Blood an’ fire flashes in his depths. Depths that locked only upon his daughter… Firelight. The thunder booms again, now evident it comes from him. He did not give his soul for weak power. “Firelight.” Hot coals o’ the sun beat the earth smooth with each step closer toward his daughter. For her and her alone he had come. “Aren’t you going to welcome me?” He whispers yet it could clearly reach her auds. If he were to talk in a normal voice, it would deafen everyone. Halt is made but a few yards from the dark fae that was once his beloved daughter and his joy. Colossal form towers o’er her and cold shadows reach for her. “Daddy is home.” Smirk crosses features, sickening to see for blood trickled out the corners of his maw.
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[: Deadly Fires -- Firelight, 18:04:07 11/24/03 Mon [1]
The flaming fixen turned to lock eyes with the large brute. A light flickered into her dark pools, her father? Her cold heart felt a touch at his sight. A step was taken towards hime.. pools filled. Fa.. father... the voice produced was childish. Pelt shivered, another step taken, her eyes went cold seeing as if for the first time the form he took. You come to fight me? She asked.. half hoping he would say no. Towers flicked backwards against skull, ebony mane tossed rippling down her sinewy neck.
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\|/Fight against or with the Fire\|/ -- Fire Cry, 18:32:16 11/24/03 Mon [1]
Voice emits love, "I wish not too, daughter. But I shall if you continue this." Depths show his rage yet hint his everlasting love for her as well. "Come home with me, precious. Or fight and try to kill your own father. The choice is yours." Nothing else would be spoken till all is final. Grass withers and turns to ashes at his feet as he steps closer to her, hovering like Death. Thunder sounds again, deafening. And from his maw drips blood and stains the ashes red. A gruesome sight is the Dark Warrior the fae’s father unleashed. The black, icy mist about him reaches for her, wanting to draw her into its bitter eternity. The father towers o'er the daughter, waiting. Choice is hers. He won't stand for this war any longer, emotional and physical alike.
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[cast..me.away] -- Castaway, 19:21:15 11/24/03 Mon [1]
[his scarred pelt twitching expectantly, the stallion falls into a defensive stance with his legs spread for balance. hiding a smile and keeping his face as still as granite, the male ponders the other's words. a seasoned veteran, eh? well, this brute was certainly no stranger to battle, the white haired scars all over his bay coat evidence of previous fights. a look of grim determination sets on his broad features as he readies for the other's advance]
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: but.i.haven't.missed.you.yet : -- : dark.shadow :, 19:21:40 11/24/03 Mon [1]
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...snakelike... -- ...venom..., 19:28:46 11/24/03 Mon [1]
...no antidote...
...the darkened 'ess sighted steelsings and smirked,talons clicking on the ground as she ambled over to the familiar dragon. bellowing out a mighty greeting,sending a few birds squaking from nearby places."steelsings!hello!you're a fellow dark?"she inquired,silv'n orbs dancing with an evil glimmer...
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...VeNoM...
[ooc to steelsings]i replied at the dragon's lair,my challenge should be sometime soon[/ooc to steelsings]
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\|/Father-daughter only\|/ -- Fire Cry, 20:11:43 11/24/03 Mon [1]
Waves o' thunder are sent toward the brute who came beside his daughter. Harmless except for temporally deafness for a while an' the force would cause him to move back some. Twas just a warning to he... that this was between father and daughter. More blood trickles down his chin, the Dark Warrior enjoying his power. True, it was hard for him to keep control o' the Dark and Light warrior bound inside him. Heavens, what a mess it would be if they both got out at once. Focus returns to his daughter, waiting still. He wanted to lock both warriors inside where they belonged. He wanted to take his precious daughter home with him. He wanted his loved ones again and the rest he so longed for. For he wouldn't be seeing them after life. This was his only chance.
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 20:15:49 11/24/03 Mon [1]
The firey mare smiled silently as she felt a god it striked the mare. She dropped to all fours, only to see the other fae's daggers aiming at a crucial point in her shoulder, a blow that would surely defeat her. With little time and seconds to spare, the fire kissed demoness threw herself forward, wincing as a diamond struck her withers. She lunged in at the other's unprotected belly, hoping to knock the fatale from her feet.
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Rebel the Fright -- Dagger's Rebellion, 20:17:18 11/24/03 Mon [1]
The long scar gleamed and stung on the blck demon's side. He ignored it gamely though he hadbeen young recieving that, he was no fool. This lighty wold recieve more than expected from what seemed like a young stallion. His opper eyes flickered momentarily, befor he setled down to work. With a sudden push off the ground and lunged int the attack, fast and deadly, he felt contact withsomething, thoughhe knew the orc hadn't been strong, and his eyes narrowed wih concentration. Twisting he turned andpluged away a few steps and never stopped moving, no sweat lathhered his fame as he continued around stadily.
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[: Gonna shoot you down.. -- Firelight, 21:06:51 11/24/03 Mon [1]
Vixen leaned towards dark shadow, her mug pressed against his shoulder. Someone was there for her, she cast a thankful glance his way. Her spirit full of dark, and that nature called Evil flamed to life in ebon' pools. She wouldn't try and twist her way out of fighting him. She would prove to him, her father, that she would fight to the death.
I am Rebel, forever more, I started this War and will finish it. Spare me the drama, I have no mental War with you. I know which side I live upon, do you? How many times has your spirit lusted for battle, and foe to kill? Mother does not involve herself in this War why should you? Do you not sense the hate, the burning Evil that resides in your mate's soul?
She flung the word's at him, skull tossed proudly, towers flickered upward. It was true, Starlight had the hate inside her, enough to be considered "Evil". Now, look at Fire Cry, he had blood dripping from his maw, and things being killed by his own hooves. Yet, he said he wished to fight for the Light side? A smirk lifted her features, she snorted crania turning seeking the dragoness. They refocused upon her father, a snort pressed.
Fight me father, without this display, unless you fear my strenght and wit is more then you can handle?
Another glance was cast towards the brute who came to her side. She nodded lightly, she could fight her dear dad alone. She had beaten him once, confident was she that it would happen again. She hoped he realized that him showing up more then enough.
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-- Ending fonts.., 21:12:31 11/24/03 Mon [1]
and sorry 'bout the double post earlier.
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Unleash the dragon -- Shazaam, 21:56:29 11/24/03 Mon [1]
The scarred bay could feel the momentary disapproval of DoT, his normally well-concealed cynicism surfacing in the form of a harsh snort. The naivety of youth, he mused to himself. To believe that engaging in violence would solve anything was a juvenile conclusion. Violence begat violence and so the vicious cycle continued endlessly. The mahogany stud had been fighting for longer than the newly elevated royal had been alive. He knew the trauma and heartbreak of war, what the death and destruction could do to a family, to an entire land all too well. Sensing that the mare was all too keen to prove herself, the bay stallion pointedly ignored her, focusing his entire being on his mother. There would be time enough later to deal with his co-regent. His ears laced back and remained tight to his skull, a none-too-subtle warning. This war would be the end of any civility between the Lights and their darker counterparts. Too many rules and agreements had been violated to ever mend the broken fences, a fact that deeply grieved the stallion and provoked his rather foul mood.
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.:.Oh, so you think you can just 'deal with me' do you? well, it's time for a wake-up call.:. -- DOT .:. Xaranth .:. Heth, 09:35:00 11/25/03 Tue [1]
With the grace and agility of a gazelle, the silver monarch found her footing upon the wither of the charging femme. Using the forward thrust of the creature beneath her, she pushed off to the left, landing on all fours, though she was hard pressed to keep her balance. Steadying herself, she turned once more to face her challenge. Her shoulder ached with every step, her neck stung, her chest pounded, but she was still alive. As long as there was breath in her slender frame, she would never give in, never. Sensing her co-reagent’s purposeful ignorance, she snorted, if he thought her fighting so childish and vain, then how come he did nothing to stop it? In that moment of peace, she shook her head, sometimes action is the only way. Then the calm shattered, for that was indeed the calm before the storm. The sterling fae exploded in a burst of amazing speed, no longer a breathing creature, but a bullet aimed for her enemy. She lowered her head as she drew near, tucking it to the side so that once more she would connect with her shoulder-her good shoulder. Her ebony/ivory tassels streamed out behind her, the air rippled, the wake of her power. Yes, power. However young she was, she was not weak. She knew how to care for herself. The delicate matters of politics were like sleep for her, battle like breath. Most of her life had had been a loner, living only with her mother, alone, yet never alone. She had helped to negotiated their entrance to a herd of Valkyries, she had aided her mother in battle against a bloodthirsty wolf pack, equines were a species she knew well, being one of them. As a young filly in the Valkyrie haven, she often fought young colts her age and older, winning for her quick wit and sheer will. Now would be no different. She was eager to prove herself yes, to Shazaam, no. He did not deserve her respect, and so she gave it not. He was cold and harsh, she was cool and collected. Where he was rough, she was smooth, where she was young, he was wise, where he was cold, she was warm, DOL had done well. They fit perfectly, though not seamlessly. And all of a sudden it dawned on her! The reason he hated her so, or appeared to at any rate. Hmm, this made sense, why hadn’t she thought of it before? Because you’re locked in battle silly and should be thinking of that! Oh yeah, alright, back to business. Oh, and Shazaam, if this fighting is so childish and naïve, why is your mother fighting while you take front row seats?
The two dragons of Pernese nature seemed to laugh at the ‘evil’ ones. They remained as they were, their size obviously greater than the larger one. Any would sought to defeat them would be delusional. The gold spoke, her cold voice ringing on the morning air.
^Hello SteelSings. So good to see you again. The reason we fight not, well, we fear we’d be an unfair match for you, I mean, other than SteelSings here, none of you hold a candle.^
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DOT.. -- Shazaam, 21:47:33 11/25/03 Tue [1]
((Just a lil clarification before you have a mild stroke... DOT is not the reason that Shazaam is so cold. He has nothing against her, he hardly knows her in fact. So before you have a minor meltdown, realize that his actions are all a part of where I want his character development to go.))
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 21:50:59 11/25/03 Tue [1]
The molten copper form winced as she felt the other famme push off froom her withers. She bit back a cry of pain and fear. Yes, fear. As the stormed fae pushed off of her, Kiss's form was pushed to the side. She slipped and struggled to regain her footing. AS she shook her head, she saw the silver ullet speeding at her. She smiled calmly, anger risingin her chest. Perhaps she was mad? No one this angry smiled this calmly. She threw herself at the other fae, ivories looking for something to close on too, swift pistons ready to stop and brace herself when the impact came. SHe ducked her head, and tightened her chest, ready for the other fatale.
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A war with many motives -- Daughter of Light, 23:07:11 11/25/03 Tue [1]
(Sorry for delay—my neighborhood had a power outage. Fun stuff.)
The mare continued to harass Adrian even as he scurried out of her reach, for half the battle was psychological. For her part, she held no fear—she had completed her own duties, and the kingdom, though threatened, rested in eight capable hooves. Perhaps her continual chivvying of the momentarily retreating equine placed her too close, less able to react to forward aggression. Perhaps, but, throwing reason for instinct, the dame kept on. Then, the brute whirled suddenly, a mad look in his 'evil' eyes. Inwardly, she thought of few as truly evil and recognized the clear distinction between evil and simple difference. These thoughts, however, were ultimately dismissed; for now he was an enemy, and an enemy he would remain for as long as his hooves were unfriendly upon her soil. Though only momentary, the ethereal ponderings had stolen her attention for a second too long, and abruptly dangerous hooves were rushing towards her vulnerable skull. The Light reacted sharply to this sudden attack, throwing her head to the sky and with it her front, twisting away to remove her cranium from the danger zone. Though she knew naught of the damage incurred to his limb, she refused to concede the advantage to his skilled advance and, before the pain of his daggers slamming into her flank registered with greater than a dim awareness, DOL sent her own hooves in flight towards him, though hind instead of fore.
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*~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 01:55:20 11/26/03 Wed [1]
The fea had spoted her friend in a large group of others.SHe then begain to gallop down on her long slinder legs.She then haulted beside DOT.She wanted to do all she could to help,even if it ment her life.She stamped her hoof as she watched the others fight.She stood there silent as she awaited one to dear to take her on.
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 09:25:40 11/26/03 Wed [1]
(Yeah Carrie, I know that, but I keep it a secret from DOT…shhhh!!! I know its just a character development, but she is just a little bit ignorant about such things….lol! No worries, just my charrie thing…..I just think she got a little worried when that thing happened at SKB. Heh!)
She saw the other charge at her, smart move. She also scented something new on the breeze. She smelled fear. That egged heron, and in a quick instant, she tucked her hindquarters underneath her silver frame, and braced for imminent impact, ivories open and ready to latch on. She was not going to get away with that one! She heard the thundering footsteps of another, probably Star, by the rhythm. With one ear flicked back momentarily, she ‘saw’ that it was indeed Star. Grateful for her support, DOT smiled, but not at Star, at Kiss, quite maliciously actually. These rebel beasts would pay for this! They would never again dare to step foot on lands of Light, for the retribution for trespassing on her lands, a crime punishable by death….
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*~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 14:24:44 11/26/03 Wed [1]
The fea could tell that DOT was going to have no problems with this fight.She was getting bord that no one would take her on.Where was the action?She stamped her hoof to maybe get a little attion from the other Darks.
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.[the only thing he has left]. -- Adrian, 17:15:37 11/26/03 Wed [1]
Was Adrian actually as Evil as he makes himself out to be? Perhaps, but oftentimes the matter goes undetermined. A Light could spot a rebel and immediately label him "evil". On the flip side, Lights are considered "good", "law abiding", and "fair". True evil can be deceiving as can true good.
The auburn fought with purpose.. but with a purpose that had not yet been addressed. Daughter of Light knew the situation as it is now. She knew Adrian as he is now. But she will never truly know him. Nor will he ever know her. The actions now were false. He was not only a Dark. He also contained qualities of good such as mercy and sensibility. They were hidden and sometimes forgotten beneath his hatred. After all, he was only a product of the Light's exiles. Intensely radical Adrian was on his side of the front. But perhaps DOL was like that too. Do not turn away from the black-pointed horse, however. True evil had the reputation of biting from behind. A wildly free will is what ailed the stallion, and what drove him into action.
And action it was. The former Light Queen and the current Rebel Leader. She triggered it, but he supplied the pressure which led to her reaction. In the middle of the event, Adrian had no choice but to continue, although he could stop whenever he wished. What kind of option was that.
And so the sand slid from under the stallion when he landed back on all fours. Something stunned him, and Daughter of Light's hooves slammed easily onto his neck. His eyes flash with sorrowful disbelief. Why sorrow? Balance completely lost, Adrian fell awkwardly to the side. His knees desperately attempted to catch himself, but it seemed a lost cause. Now completely disarmed, the auburn scrambled to regain his hooves. Gaze turned her way cursingly, a boiling anger.
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 19:23:18 11/26/03 Wed [1]
The copper fatale saw the other brase herslef. A cocky smile on her lips, she lunged and reared, her charcoal daggers biting into the sky. SHe brought down her forelegs dangerously close to the other. She felt a biting pan in her side, stormed fatales ivories deep in her copper pelt. The gash on her shoulder bled sluggisghly. She smiled violently, she would not lose, she was headstrong, an evil, trained to fight to the death. She did not fear death. She smiled cruelly and reared high again. She wielded murdurous hooves towards the other fae's back. Bring them down hard.
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x[death blow -- x[forty below summer, 03:22:16 11/27/03 Thu [1]
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Quiksilver Storm -- SilverStar, 11:11:29 11/27/03 Thu [1]
Daughter of the Seas canters near, slender coal-hued limbs seeming barely to graze the sands as she flew along at a pace faster than the wind, yet the slowest pace she possessed; her action smooth and fluid, with a careless grace and precision to make the heart ache. Wind flowed through silken locks, sending midnight tresses, twisting and whirling, dancing and swirling about her, a storm about a mermaid. Satin hide shines a bright sterling, lightly dappled with darker steely drops, which as finely-tuned muscles bunch and stretch, dance like raindrops leaping on a molten sea of quiksilver, encased in the faeraelike form of an exquisite Arabian mare, with the wild, untameable spirit of a Mustang and the bittersweet, phantom aura of the stormy sea. Large, dark pools burning bright with a stormy flame, gaze upon the sight before her, a terrible rage filling her as her closest friend in the world save the wind and sea is attacked by a bloody-hued evil. Halting the poetry of her motion, she prancinf lightly in place, keeping the rage inside her under control. If DoT wanted help, she would ask for it, but until then, she wouldn't barge in on her battle, however much her blood would pound.
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*~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 15:26:32 11/27/03 Thu [1]
(OOC:Silverstorm I need you at my post to help all of us.plz!)
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Temptation of turning tides -- Daughter of Light, 01:04:16 11/28/03 Fri [1]
In that brief instant, the tide had shifted into her favor. Though potentially his actions were clever trickery, the head Rebel was going down, temptingly vulnerable. The flaxen mare, whose marred pelt could only add to her innate nobility, whirled quickly on her haunches, but no trace of the pain the action caused crossed her determined features. A flash of regret crossed her eyes as her hooves seemed to move of their own accord; if she had one weakness, it was her mercy. The dame was a healer, not a killer; her duty was to help, not hurt. But taken in context, she was helping her fellow Lights and protecting her home. Thus justified, the stalwart defender drove ever onward, blind to all else but her consuming desire to prevent the plague of rebellion from spreading. Though the pair had previously had their differences, she felt no personal animosity towards one with different convictions, and a natural leader as well. Often, however, harsh means must be taken to achieve greater success: cripple the leader to cripple the army. Leaping forward, she harnessed her momentum into a focused drive at the stumbling stallion, fores steady to strike like vipers. From her perspective, there were two possible outcomes: he would surrender, or she would extract painful retribution for his trespassing.
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Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 13:12:44 11/28/03 Fri [1]
Ha! You think I fear death? You must be insane. The stormy fae stayed true to her course, and adrenaline rushed through her veins, giving her an extra boost, a sheild against the pain. Just as she felt her pearly ivories latch onto copper pelt, she felt also a dull pain in her chest, the knee of the other had knocked into her, but she smiled, not allowing herself to flinch. If the knee had hit her chest, then she was temporarily off-balance, laws of physics love. Using this to her advantage, the sterling fae thrust herself to the side, forcing her shoulder into the slender frame of the other, hoping to knock her to the earth below. Orbs of crystal flashed menacingly, filled with a flame that licked the entire bodice of the silver monarch. One that would not allow her to taste death, not yet at any rate.
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XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 23:28:52 11/28/03 Fri [1]
The fae smiled tightly. A frown quickly killed the smile as she felt herself being forced away and down. She fell, legs scrambling to keep her balance. SHe hit the earth with a dull thud, hitting her shoulder hard. She winced slightly as she scrambled to her feet. A sharp pain peirced her shoulder. She tested her wieght on it quickly, finding to her dismay, she could barely support wieght to it. Anger flared in her eyes, she fought herself hard to keep it in check. She did not want to kill this fae. Though she was an Evil, truth be told, she hated waste. Why kill when you dont have too? Well then, why was she fighting? It was in here blood. She would fight, never surrender, never kill, unless her life too was at stke. Perhaps here it was. She did, however, want to keep her life intact, though she knew she would be leaving with many a wound. The anger forced pain from her mind and she swung out with her back legs, aiming for the softer underbelly of the other, almost fienting((sp?)) from the sharp pull in her shoulder. Gritting her teeth, she klept herself awake. The battle had come to a part she feared. The part when the combatants started to gasp for breath, when sweat began to lather. She smiled cooly, if she played her cards right, she would not have to fear that part for long.
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EEK! Sorry, forgot to end my tags! -- Kiss/Ashley, 23:29:46 11/28/03 Fri [1]
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.[the end justifies the means]. -- Adrian, 22:55:12 11/29/03 Sat [1]
Almost to his hooves although not quite ready to stop any forward attacks, the auburn stained stallion looked towards DOL's incoming hooves with raising concern. They made hard contact with his side, surely cracking a few ribs in the violent process. The shock of the hit deadened any further movement for a few moments. Adrian fought with an internal dilemma. His body screamed for him to stop the fight immediately, yet his mind urged him on. Quitting would be too easy for a horse as intense as the bay thoroughbred. But he also knew that continuing on may slim his chances of getting out of this paradise in one piece. The black tinged rogue struggled for another painful breath before he flew into a feverish rage. Grunting once from the sheer agony of it all, Adrian shifted his weight in one smooth transition. He threw his entire body at Daughter of Light's front, pushing himself to the edge and seeing how far he could go.
(sorry for the lame, short post...)
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*kick* -- ..., 00:26:17 12/03/03 Wed [1]
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