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Topic: bring -it- on (claim) done! (Read 33 times)
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bring -it- on (claim) done! « Thread Started on Apr 4, 2009, 10:52pm »
The equine tore along, his whole body extended in this fluid motion. He flew along over the plains of wheat, and the empty lands. His lungs fill over and over, feeding his body the oxygen he needs. Steel colored daggers inflict wounds in the soil, leaving a trail following him. Tassels flame out, licking the wind, playing with speed. He scrutinizes everything around him, taking notice of every minor detail. He knows that the land is unfit for life. But it doesn't stop him. Everything he sees he remembers, rolling plains, tufts of grass, dying, withered trees and the emptiness. The emptiness does not distress this beast, though. He is called Decesuss by those who know him. His eyes watched the horizon, for a high point in the scenery. It was almost tradition to make a claim from the highest point of land in the territory. Decesuss slows, stops. A little spike in the plains rise before him. He runs again. This time, he doesn't slow till his whole physique is upon the arch in the land. He looks around. He isn't completely repelled by what he sees. Then, he throws back his head, his cry cuts through the air and the land is his.
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Decesuss entered the Burning Plains, the sun scorching down on his pelt. He was roped in muscle, and his feather whipped out beautifully. A smile curled his kissers as he considered the home he was about to claim. Appendages moved in a perpetual motion, daggers thudding into the soil. As he ran, his thoughts moved to her. It made his heart beat, and his temper flare. He glared at the land ahead of him, as her face crowded his head. Her beautiful curving dish, her rich mahogany sides, her long, beautiful tassels. Everything about her took his breath away. And he hated himself for it. She had played him, used him heartlessly, then left when she had the permission she needed. Decesuss hated her. The crunch of wheat beneath him suddenly brought him back to reality. He felt the ground slope upwards after his break. Then, he came to a stop. The wind was tearing at his dreads, and cooling his hot flanks. The great bellows of his lungs filled his body again, and again. Then, he threw back his dome, his lippets parted and he began, a trumpeting cry, a melodious scream, telling all around that he was lead, and that anyone who disagreed must step forward now. Letting out a breathy snort he held his position and waited. Waited for the infamous Pele to show herself. Waited to see what life would throw at him.
Re: bring -it- on (claim) done! « Reply #1 on Apr 5, 2009, 9:05pm »
Smirk slinked across her maw. She was heavy with pregnancy, and not in the mood. She sighed, and clenched her teeth, holding back the scream that was building. Being pregant was the worse than she imagined it would be. Yet another stallion who fails to ask permission. Do they never learn
You can't let him stand there all day my queen. I know he disrespected you already, but honestly...give him the land, tell him to meet with your King to discuss army matters, and be on your way. Your time is coming, let the mighty King handle such matters.
The voice spoke truth, but Pele's stubborn rage would hear no such thing. Thoughts mulled about her head, as she eyes the beast. He was huge, would add some force behind her lines. Something about his face screamed danger to her. Perhaps that was simply her pregnancy hormones raging, or perhaps it was the way he blatantly claimed this land, with out so much as requesting her presence...
It's the hormones....
came the taunting whisper inside her ears.
Be quiet now Lucy, I need to think
was the rushed reply
Brows furrowed, her blazing pools squinted, lips twitched. Spring flies were abundant, her black banner snapped against her red pelt. Being with child agreed with her body . Her once gaunt frame was now filled out quite nicely, her belly rotund and swaying. The red came rich in the tones of her belt, her tresses thick and gleaming. Cthulhu was good for her, yet she still barely knew him...
Tossing her crown she sighed. Shifting her weight she began her decent, locking her knees to ease her discomfort. The foal would be born with the darkness of this night...
A smirk too it's place upon her maw, a devlish grin really. Making her way ever closer, and finally she was but a few inched from his face. Pulling her lips back ina mencacing scowl, she spoke but two words
You rang?
Clever!
I try...
She turned then, and moved back to her hiding place among the caves. Anger having subsided, she had no time for this bastard. Halting she called over her shoulder...
The land is yours, do not follow me, for you risk your life. You are now obligated to be a part of the Proud army. Fail to arrive on time and fight as hard as possible, and your life will be forfeit. Fail to meet with the King for training by sunset tomorrow, and your land will be forfeit. Good day....
and with that she was gone, back into the shade of the trees. Making her way to the place she would bed tonight, birth was coming.....
** Charrie - Pele, and her companion, Lucy the voice in her head Word Count - 480, blah Muse - Blah Notes - Not my best, make a post for King Cthulhu in the Iron Fist of Pele board and reserve it for Sara for you intro to the army....congrats. Sorry I didn't feel like drawing this out more than necessary lol, low muse lately.... Welcome to ToS
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