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Jan 19, 2006 22:33:52 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jan 19, 2006 22:33:52 GMT -5
Ok, is this where I post? Or what? Now what?
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Jan 19, 2006 23:12:21 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 19, 2006 23:12:21 GMT -5
(You post a role play. Like, 'he walked in', but longer. )
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Jan 20, 2006 23:42:14 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jan 20, 2006 23:42:14 GMT -5
(Ok, here goes nothing.)
Saleen walked in. He started wandering around the field looking for someone to help me out. He couldn't claim any land of his own because he joined too late. He was a water element; all the water terras were already claimed, so he was gonna see who was gonna claim him. He wandered and wandered desperately searching for someone to take him in or claim him so he can have a place to call home. He came across the lagoon and he had been running around so much, he was tired, hungry, and thirsty. So he stopped at the lagoon for a drink. He was sipping up water. Then Saleen took a nap.
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Jan 21, 2006 12:50:09 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 21, 2006 12:50:09 GMT -5
Deafening footsteps pounded, for he knew they would wake the smaller horse, and as his orbs traveled around the lagoon, he could help but think such a steed was lost. A long, low snort was emitted from flared nostrils as he walked along the trail, the first spuds of spring melting under him like wax. He didn't care, for that was his aim. To watch as everything melted and burned under his power. But that was getting ahead of himself. Slowly he continued through the brush, letting the trees and such leave bloody marks down his body. The images in his head had gone for now, much to his happiness. All the glimpses of what was to come were truly driving him crazy, and there were some times that he truly wished he wasn't immortal.
But yet the fire still burns...
Now as he neared the waters, the lagoon started to bubble and hiss, like some unknown acid had been released into it. Small fires started to sprout up, bathing him in a soft orange glare. He couldn't help it, for it was liable to happen to any god as they walked among the mortals. Chuckling to himself, all he could possibly say to such things was that he didn't care. His obsidian tassels hung untarnished, luxurious to the day he died, and the blood simply added a crimson tint to already black hue.
His blood runs and burns all...
He came around a curve, and could now clearly see the sleeping prey before him. Water, oh goody. Water meant he was his enemy, so he could do anything he possibly wanted. Well, until he was dead, that is. Nearing close to the other, he whispered softly in his ears.
"Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
Smirk fell upon blending features, the faintest show of teeth on usually firm mouth. This would be fun, for, indeed,
There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run....
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Jan 21, 2006 14:20:59 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jan 21, 2006 14:20:59 GMT -5
Saleen woke up with a start. He woke up to find a dark, evil, sinister looking horse looking at him. He was all bloody and he seemed to be from the underworld. Saleen was absoultely terrified. He whinnied a whine of fear. He had a feeling this horse was not very friendly. C...C...C...Can I help you?
He tried communicating with the evil horse, but the more he spoke, the more intimidated Saleen became. He was scared. He didn't know what to do. It was his first day out and it looked like already he was gonna get killed. He decided to attack. He sprayed water at the evil horse, hoping to scare it away. But it didn't work.
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Jan 23, 2006 21:35:58 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 23, 2006 21:35:58 GMT -5
The brute laughed a vibrating cackle, which ran easily up the sides of the lagoon and through the air, bringing everything to a sudden stop, an ear splitting silence. The kind of silence that could make you go crazy. Then, as if from a dream, or nightmare, a wave in the water slashed up and cut through the silence, and everything resumed, but warily and looking all around. They all knew they were in the presence of the most feared and infamous God in all of Sweetwater. Fire itself was feared, but it's leader was feared more than any of his bickering and loyal followers. Throughout the waves, the fish, the birds, the things creeping in the bushes,
The God of Fire, he is here..
They whispered to each other, looking around and finally laying eyes on him. But not for long, for simply the sight of him burned, and burning even more was the flawless, silk like tassels, a handsome head, that could only denote Godhood. Just the way he held himself, above them all, would make any of them shiver. This was what he wanted, of course, for any way to make them fear him. For he was to be feared. As a young lord, he had burned them all in great rings of fire. Of course, he still did that, although it was hard to find time with all his oh-so-fun duties. Now was only one of his times off, and he was definitely taking advantage of it.
Blood shall be spilt tonight...
Can I help you? What might he be getting at? Such a stag better watch out. Less, let us say, civilized brutes as he would have nothing to do with that. Maybe that was why he excelled at this job. Polite until the last breath, as one might say. Yawning widely and mockingly as he was sprayed with water, the least he could do was make it steam into thin air before it even touched him.
"Ohh, sassy, aren't we?"
Again his cruel laugh rang through the trees. Yes, he was having fun. He wouldn't start with the whole killing business until he was tired of playing around with the stag.
Just like a cat tossing a mouse....
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Jan 26, 2006 19:09:28 GMT -5
Post by ° Soara • Ore • El niño ° on Jan 26, 2006 19:09:28 GMT -5
((Note: By the end of this thread/battle thinger, Ore will be dead, whether of disease or being killed by Com. Just to let you know xD))
Wandering. Well, what else is he supposed to do? He is a wanderer, after all. And so he wandered; through all kind of weather and terrain. Not much else to do in these parts, really. And it just so happened that he wandered his way into Breway lagoon. Now, if only he'd had some warning of the encounter to come, he probably would have kept his distance.
But as the case was, Kaza'Ore had no sign whatsoever of the future, and so he wandered blithely on until he came to a sheltered clearing. What did he find there?
Joy, muttered Ore bitterly. Oh yes, he had nimbly stumbled upon the prescence of the Fire god. Often he had heard him described, and even if his memory wasn't what it used to be, The blood was a giveaway. If only he had wandered in behind the lord, he might have backed up and had a chance to escape. As it was, he was metres away from him, almost directly in his line of vision. Face twisted in a grimace, wondering, but otherwise unmoving. Oh, he wasn't stupid - he knew his chances of survival were... not high, to say the least. He was old, and he couldn't say he'd had a good life, but there were some fun times. He wasn't really afraid - he had rather been hoping for something bound to be less painful, but hey - might as well go out with a bang. Or a scream of agony, as the case may be.
Well, what now? Sharp gaze studied the two and concluded from the fear in the water-aligned one that this was not exactly a pleasant chat. A gruff snort of amusement barked from his maw would have announced his prescence, had it not already been obvious, and he stood light on his feet. This body was old, but not without it's uses, and a wiry, scrawny frame did let him move rather fast when he wanted to.
A smile even flickered onto his face, and once more a glint shone in his eyes. Ello, there. And what would you be doing on such a fine day? He asked. No, he's not insane - he has heard well of the fire god's tendency to kill. He might as well go down politely, eh?
Heh. Bring it on.
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Jan 26, 2006 20:55:03 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 26, 2006 20:55:03 GMT -5
Perhaps it was just a helpless muse in the back of his mind, but somewhere was a snap and crackle, and his auds almost automatically laid back farther than any normal horse's ears should be possible to go. But then again, nothing about the god was normal, besides the fact that he had quite the thirst for blood. But that only pertained to evil horses, so, sadly, he wasn't the least bit in the majority. No well known god was. Because not many were gods at all. These days, all they were to him were ratherly more likely to be called play toys. Play, because he could kill them, toys because it was way too easy.
But then again, time is always relevant....
It had already been decided in his oh-so-ethical brain that the wolf would die by the time he laid eyes upon him. Gory was an understatement for him, so, planning the death nicely, he decided burnt from the inside, then impaled on the nearest tree would be all the more fun.
"I might ask the same thing, although I already know what you will be doing on this fine day's end."
He might have added 'dripping blood and headed to the spirit lands' for a little more pizaz, but that wasn't his style. Everyone loved surprises, and he was one of the horses that was more than happy to oblige.
Although the meaning comes at an expense...in blood...
All there was to do now was wait for the right moment. Take him when he's sure he can get away. Oh, but there was no way to be sure of anything except death when it came to Comanche. The lagoon began to bubble more violently than ever, threatening to overflow at any second. He had it all under control, even as a single leaf, one of the only ones still alive through the winter, broke off it's branch, and slowly descended to the ground. Back and forth, a leaf on the wind, soaring freely, gliding on a cloud. But it would never reach the ground, for it blackened and burst into flames, and it's ashes scattered on the wind that it had been riding just seconds ago.
Watch out when you're playing with the Ace of Spades... (Does that mean I can powerplay? *hopeful smile*)
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Jan 26, 2006 21:54:15 GMT -5
Post by ° Soara • Ore • El niño ° on Jan 26, 2006 21:54:15 GMT -5
((Oh, sure. Might as well have fun with it ;D
*watches own character die* Aw, now I'm all sad xD))
When the lord spoke, Ore almost forgot his earlier resignment to death. He knew it was coming, and the words assured that, but no longer was it just a little thing. As much as he tried to convince himself that it was his time to end, that this was fate and there was nothing he could do to change it, the fear still crept through his mind, reaching out tendrils to twist the indifference that he upheld like a last sheild against the unknown. This time, though, the only unknown was the means. He knew the end as well as the beast before him did, and though he tried to hide it, his bitter mind trembled.
Surprisingly, his voice was still unwavering. That wouldn't last long, though. Seeing the future, now, are we? Foretelling what fate will bring me? Or perhaps nothing more than a bluff, to frighten the weak. he asked, shocked at his own daring. The words seem to slip from his mouth as if defying his last wisps of self preservation. To call the bluff of a horse alligned with fire was never a good thing. To call the bluff of a god...
The bubbling of the lagoon startled him, but he didn't let it show outwardly. He shifted his stance, ears pinned back, gaze fixed on the god before him in what he hoped was a defiant indiffrence. As long as he didn't show weakness, he knew, he would last longer. There would never be hope, though. Hope had been gone the moment he stepped into this clearing, gone like ashes that danced their final cries in the wind. Sharp gaze flickered to the leaf that did just that, and as it burned, he could feel the wall holding his fear at bay trembling. The fire... had he sworn loyalty to the fire alliance, he wondered, as he had been planning to do... Would this have changed? Would he still have been killed, perhaps for amusement, or did this lord have honour even in his cruelty? Well, it was nice to still be alive and able to wonder, he thought.
Fear could make hope, he realized as he began to quake with tension. Fear could make you believe that there was a way out. Fear could make you, force you to find that way, no matter what the costs... But it lied. It lied, and it always had, for as mush as desperation created illusional escape routes, they would always fail...
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Jan 26, 2006 23:00:14 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 26, 2006 23:00:14 GMT -5
From his stance he could keep an eye on the lesser stud and the wolf at the same time, and wasted no time in asserting himself, head still high and dominating, rising into the clouds, blocking out the sun like a black omen. Tassels wavered slightly as a suddenly burning hot wind swept through the clearing, and the crackle and smell of charred earth came out of almost nowhere, surrounding the wolf and stripping mercilessly at his coat. And then a fine hair ignited, followed by another, then another, running down the wolf's hide, saving the head for last so he would die slowly and with much pain.
Honor was lost the day you stepped foot in these lands...
Leaves burned, stripping a tree down to a pointy end of black bark, burnt wood that looked like gruesome scales, and the point that glistened in the flames and almost gave away what he was about to do.
"Such bravery....'tis a curse in such merciless hands..."
Still a smirk curved willingly at his lips, and more and more fire crept under his hooves towards the wolf, and blood was aflame on his back, making him look like the devil's steed, roasting yet not dying in the pits of hell. And his eyes, laughing and uncaring, were the passage way there.
Fire is fire, and fire kills all, regardless...
Now he laughed outright, watching as the fire engulfed his victim, and he approached him, only needing to use one hoof to topple him to the ground in a bloody heap.
"Your death will not be quick, for I, like Dracula, am a fan of impalement."
Orbs darted in a meaningful way at the now bare tree.
Shed your bloody tears, and keep them as a token that you fell by my hooves...
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Jan 27, 2006 22:41:29 GMT -5
Post by ° Soara • Ore • El niño ° on Jan 27, 2006 22:41:29 GMT -5
Ore's gaze was now unaveringly fixed on the god, the other equine forgotten, and as the creature seemed to loom over him, he shrank back. Taking a step backwards as Com towered over the mortal canine, ears pinned flat and tail flicking restlessly. His wiry pelt, dirty and stained a lackluster grey-brown, suddenly began to shiver on his old frame, but it wasn't from cold. The scorching wind that now attacked the lagoon singed stiff hairs, and he winced from the heat, taking another uncertain step back. The heat grew and grew, and it began to creep up his hind legs, along his tail, until he realized that they were aflame. A stiff bark of pain from his maw, eyes white with fear as the fire slowly spread.
A blow from the foe's hoof sent him sprawling, the flame still licking hungrily at his pain-wracked body, and the words spoken by the laughing god only barely registered in the mind screaming for an end. Once they did, though, one glance at the tree-turned-spike sent stabs of fear through that tortured mind, almost worse than the fire that left him writhing on the ground. Fear and pain had englufed him, and no longer was he the bitter old grump that many had taken him for - now all he knew was terror.
But even in the terror, what was this? A spark of anger, brighter than any of the flames, infused itself into his dwindling willpower. With the last of his strength, he threw himself at the god, weakly, and he knew that it would never affect him. He knew it couldn't work, as the hope was gone as soon as the fear had come - but he tried, for resons even he may not know.
((Eh, it sucks, but my muse is obviously in winnepeg already, while as I am left here. See ya!))
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Jan 28, 2006 0:11:41 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Jan 28, 2006 0:11:41 GMT -5
Lust makes anger. Fear makes loath. Both make a very pitiful canine. His mind had now been wandering to how much the blood would fry up and down the wolf, who would shout in pain but not be dead until sundown. This was what Com was born to do. He ruled by fear, and backed up his words with merciless torture. All would know of the death of a wolf who was so unknown in life, for the howls of pain and shouts of laughter could be heard throughout Sweetwater, the God's own voice seeming to fill every heart and burn it from the inside out. Now the hopeless vagabond lept at him in a final ray of hope, which was shattered as the God's ivories dug into his neck and flung him farther into the flames.
Fear is the root of everything, but everything leads to nothing...
Laughing still, the fire roared in unison with him, and he dare not speak for the thought of going crazy with the bloody pleasure of it all. Killing for pleasure. Watching for pleasure. It all seemed too much to handle after so many months of dull nothingness, not a soul to do such gruesome things to. But then today, his lucky day, meat walking right into his outstretched hooves, not knowing what hit it as the fire continued to spread.
"Now, will we do this slow, or make it quick, a long, bloody day or one soft prick..."
He began to sing to himself, feeling the power of his words envelop both of them.
"A million words to kill the mind of just one and blood we'll find..."
The song grew stronger, making the flames reach out and dance along, blackening everything beyond recognition.
"A fire to kill or torture the soul or blood to spill and fill my bowl."
Still it became stronger, wrapping around them in a deathly rhythm, stopping for nothing, killing everything. Just the words brought death. Now picture the one singing them.
"Impalement by day or by night or just a quick and harmless fright.."
Running through his veins now was the fire, filling his eyes, drying the lagoon.
Let's go slow....
Using his mind, the flaming wolf was lifted off the ground, hovering in the air near his face.
"Let's go slow and enjoy the show."
Now he pointed the canine towards his impalement, and slowly he began over to it. It seemed like forever, flying ever so slowly. And then he dropped onto the still steaming pole.
You chanced the flames and now you pay as your rope soon will fray. Hell it wants you spirit you get never again will your eyes be lit. (Bye! Oh my, that was one of the most fun posts I've ever made! XD)
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Feb 1, 2006 17:54:28 GMT -5
Post by ° Soara • Ore • El niño ° on Feb 1, 2006 17:54:28 GMT -5
((That sounded fun xD.))
His gray-brown belt was beginning to blacken with the fire that rolled greedily across it, and yelps of pain were frequent. He was flung back from his last attempt with ease, and as his body lay broken, with it lay all emotion. All he knew was pain - no anger, no fear, no grief at his imminent end. His world was pain. He was pain. Black, white and red. Black was the demonic laughter that filled his ears with more agony, white-hot was the fire that spread and vivid crimson was the shimmering blood that coated him, frying in the heat and just hurting more. He collapsed, physically and mentally, wishing only for it to end. The last wisps of his emotion were wondering, rather that filled with despair. What did he wonder? None will know.
In his last moments...
The sing-song voice pierced his mind like the cruelest of daggers, and he didn't even have the strength left to sigh sardonically at his predicament. Amazing how the decision to wander into a lagoon could kill him, eh?
Even as all hope was gone...
As his body lifted off the ground, drifting listlessly, fear once more wound itself into the pain; fear of more pain to come. He knew struggling was useless, and it was not for any hope of escape that he writhed from the fire and tried to dance away from the entity that blackened his body. It was sheer instinct that controlled him now, with his world crimson and sight blurring with pain, fear and blood loss.
Even as the pain bit so cruelly...
As he hovered in his final moments over the sickeningly blackened tree, he was determined not to die with hate in his heart. He had made a vow that he would not die with hate, and he would keep that vow. He emptied his mind of all but the knowledge that it would be over eventually, even as the pain battered at his last defenses. He emptied his mind of the hate.
He wondered...
His vows were forgotten as he fell and the gruesome stake pierced his tired body. Pain overwhelmed, and he knew nothing but it. It just blew him apart. His thoughts, his emotions, his memories forgotten, he writhed.
Why?
((Ew. I'm museless! *sigh* Forgive me. It's crap. I think I'm depressed from watching my lovely character die xD
And, therefore... *pulls out giant stamp and pounces on Ore* DEAD. Now it's official! Hoo hoo))
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Feb 1, 2006 18:37:48 GMT -5
Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Feb 1, 2006 18:37:48 GMT -5
(Blah, not gonna post. My muse just completely disappeared.)
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Feb 1, 2006 18:59:17 GMT -5
Post by ° Soara • Ore • El niño ° on Feb 1, 2006 18:59:17 GMT -5
((I understand completely x.x
Well, this is nearly over, anyways... Shall we just assume that he floats away and his body is left, impaled, as a gruesome reminder to not interact with the Fire God in any way?))
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