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Post by generalchaos on Dec 11, 2006 19:49:39 GMT -5
:: A young Hanoverian stallion gallops on the edge of the ruins barrier. His chesnut coat shimmered with sweat from his travels. He stopped right at the border his dirty white flints striking the ground forcefully as he stopped abruptly. He looked at the scene that layed before him, houses here and there rotting away and caving in. The church he knew the dark tyrant resided. This was the only way to get to where his strange journey led him to. He truthfully didn't care if he ran into the tyrant, or of any of his harlots. He merely was passing through... after all there is no harm in that. The chestnut thought to himself. He made up his mind and troted nonchalently into Filth's domain. His flints gently trodding upon the frost bitten grass.::
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 11, 2006 20:09:45 GMT -5
Picture Perfect stepped into the Ruins, his long mane running down his boa and his whipcord flowing to the ground. His orbs shifted to the other brute, and he soon knew the rumors about other equines trespassing on the Ruins was true. He flipped his forelock out of his orbs and trotted gamely past the other brute, and right up to the brute. He knew he'd come to see if the rumors were true, but in his heart he had other reasons, and those reasons he didn't know. He suddenly stopped a few feet from the church and gazed around at the landscape. I can see why a great tyrant such as Filth would want a land such as this, he thought. He would like to own this land himself, but he knew better than to challenge Filth.
Pic then walked into the church, peering around the crumbling walls from under his long forelock. He could see the bricks scattered about the floor, the rotting walls and the ruined altar at the front. The pews were just crumbling heaps, and the place where the choir sang was a pile of dust. He could tell this place was long ago abandoned by mankind. When he finished his examination, he parted his kissers and released his song, his words echoing throughout the hollow walls. "If anyone be here, show your face now." He stepped back into the doorway, watching all hiding places for any sign of the tyrant of this land.
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 12, 2006 5:58:11 GMT -5
::Felix glanced at the stallion who ran past him. He merely rolled his eyes at this stag's stupidity of trying to draw attention to himself. He continued his pace of treading upon the frost kiss grass so he wont wear himself out incase anything happened like if Filth were to make himself known. Felix was still slightly exhausted but he knew he would find no rest in the ruins.::
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 12, 2006 15:05:39 GMT -5
Filth was not far away, pools keeping a close watch upon the two. The scent wafting his direction, was most certainly musk...they were stallions. He did nothing for the moment, lazily grazing on the lush grass near the church.
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 12, 2006 15:48:41 GMT -5
::Felix knew he was too exhausted to keep going. He needed to find shelter for a day or so. That way he would be able to continue his journey to nowhere. His chocolate orbs rested upon a partially collapsed home and figured it would be good enough shelter for him and that Filth surely wouldn't want to risk himself near one of this unstable houses. Plus it wasn't like Felix was chasing any of his mares around. Felix approached the house and stopped peering in to it. Most of the room had caved in but it caved in a fashion of a small den that would protect him from the frigid wind. So felix decided that his pretty chestnut butt wasn't worth Filths time he was going to commender this house for the day. Felix entered the house and layed down in the den like section of it making sure he didn't lay on any debis::
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Post by Lex on Dec 12, 2006 16:44:28 GMT -5
Dharma was stationed near the church and once she heard the hoofbeats of one of the stags, she entered the church and saw a large black draft stag, standing among the debris.
"I am here, if that is any conselation, of which I hope not. Who are you is something I might ask, should the conversation reach that extent. I am Dharma, and now, since I have opened a fair rhetoric, I expect your cooperation in responding."
Dharma showed no emotion to this beast of a horse, she knew how to handle brutes who thought too much of themselves. Does this one?
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 12, 2006 17:05:46 GMT -5
Pic crained his boa around, looking at the bruja by the name of Dharma. Minxes had never intimadated him, and this one was no different. "Hello, bruja." he said in a malicious voice, his tongue slithering over his maw as he spoke. "I be Picture Perfect, and I be here to see the tyrant by the name of Filth. I believe he walks these lands, no?" His orbs shifted past Dharma to the other stag, slinking into the ruins of an old abode. "I do not mean any harm to this land, but I believe the brute over there does." He jerked his dial to where the brute had just disappeared, expecting that this would keep the bruja busy while he searched for the tyrant of these lands.
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 12, 2006 17:55:00 GMT -5
::Felix slept soundly in his new found shelter. His breathing was deep and slow and it was apparent that the chestnut has fallen deep into his sleep. Every know and then he would shiver do to the sweat that still clung to his coat becoming like ice due to the frigid air that would seem through the cracks in the wall he was curled up against.::
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Post by Lex on Dec 12, 2006 19:56:31 GMT -5
"Do not try to push me away or change the subject, brute. I know that stag is over there, and I also know he is sleeping. That, as far as I know, poses as no threat to us. Yes, Filth is here. What buisness might you have with my mate?"
Dharma pinned her striped ears at the intruder and narrowed her eyes. This brute was becoming too much of a problem...[/color][/size]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 12, 2006 20:14:29 GMT -5
Orbs glared down Dharma as she spoke to him, his auds pinned flat against his head and his upper kisser starting to curl up in a snarl. This mare obviously had a take-no-prisoners attitude. Of course, he did not know the answer to her question, so he resorted to doing the simplest thing possible. He raised himself up to his full 18 hands and pushed past the bruja, his teeth still bared threateningly. If the minx tried to follow, he would have nothing to do but face her and tell her to back off. He spoke no words as he churned his pistons, moving into a steady 3-beat. His hooffalls echoed off the crumbling walls around him, making an eery sound.
When Picture Perfect reached the doorway of an old human abode, he glanced over his shoulder to see if the bruja had followed him. He flared his nares, searching for the scent of another equine, but could find none. Confident that the minx had not followed him, he stepped into the abode. He drew in a sharp breath through his nares as he saw what a wreck it was.
The rocks and bricks were in a huge pile around where the floor would usually be, and the roof was completely caved-in. The walls had immense holes in them, and what was left, was rotting away. Ivy also grew up the walls, and it was wet and black. The darkening clouds above gave the whole scene an even more ominous look. He was not usually the one to fear things, but this place made him feel like an arrow had just struck him in the heart.
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Post by Lex on Dec 12, 2006 21:10:25 GMT -5
Dharma's emotion changed to contentness. This brute is much like Filth, I suppose I should be used to that behavior by now. She returned to Filth and nuzzled him.
"My love, two brutes are here to see you, they seem pretty eager. Especially the draft. He's eager enough to push past me to enter different Ruins. What will you do? I've done my best to rid them."
Dharma stared at Filth with unknowing orbs, waiting for his answer...
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 12, 2006 23:29:38 GMT -5
Dharma seemed a bit exasperated, and her words were no comfort to his audits. Bastards here? Damnit... He gently nuzzled his Dharma back, and smiled.
"Be back darling, I've got some business to attend to. Stay beautiful"
With that, he pivoted and headed to where the commotion had occurred. Filth wasn't pleased, mask unforgiving and harsh. Orbs were torrents of anger, and yet they told nothing of his thoughts. Flints carried him swiftly, till the frame of a large dark-hued brute standing caught his eye. The place was quite homely to our Filth, but it still did not compare to his church. He took care to tidy the place so as not to fall nor trip on any unseemly items. He had allowed the townhouses fall into even further disrepair. Gentle steps sidestepping debris and the like. He brought himself before the brujo, maw parting...
"What the hell do you want?"
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Post by elle on Dec 13, 2006 2:10:47 GMT -5
Herr God, Herr Lucifer, beware, beware
Sombra sauntered into the church remains, lots of hoofbeats attracted her to the scene. Her white towers pointed north as she traveled foward, her belly growing with the seed inside. A strangley striped mare stands alone, her stripes catching Sombra's glassy eyes. The white angel moves over to the mare, her head lowered in an investigating manner. She knew that Filth had other mares, she had never run into this one though. She stands a few feet away, her ears still perked. What a strange mare. Sombra cleared her throat, her ashen kisseres parting
"Hello..."
Yes, this was all that would be said, until she learned of the mare and her loyalties.
I rise from the ashes, and I eat men like air
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Post by Lex on Dec 13, 2006 7:01:06 GMT -5
Dharma watched as the mare seemed to come from no where. She approached her and heard her song, only to reply with:
"Hello, are you one of Filth's mares?"
It wasn't how Dharma wanted to word the question, but she wasn't feeling great at the moment...
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 13, 2006 13:02:32 GMT -5
Picture Perfect turned at the sound of another tyrant's words. It was Filth. As Filth's orbs pierced him, he suddenly knew why he was here, and that reason ashamed him. He put on a brave, determined face, like that of his days, when he had been one of the darkest souls in old lands. He parted his kissers, his words echoing around the abode's walls. "Hello tyrant, I believe you are Filth, no? Well, I've come here to see if the rumors were true, that many an equine had finally joined you, and I guess they were true. And that brings me to my question." He bowed down slightly to the tyrant before him, then, as he straightened up, he spoke his song. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to let me stay here, for just a while. I know you are most likely going to banish me, but that won't stop me from speaking. I have been searching for a place to live for seasons now, and the place most apeased me. If only you could let me stay here, just temporarily." He prayed his words had done good, atleast made the tyrant consider it. This was the last place he would search before giving up all hope.
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