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Post by EXY ! on Feb 15, 2010 20:39:34 GMT -5
Exile darted between the trees. Damn. He was not used to such dense, lush foliage. Normally, the black stud would shake his thick mane and ripple his threatening nape muscles at any horse he saw when this frustrated, but no, he was on a mission. The young ebony attempted to move as fast as possible through such thick emerald landscape, but it was difficult. He twitched an ear as he heard a robin chirp to its mate. Anger rose in his veins- even where he lived, the robins did not chirp. Only murders of ravens crowed threateningly in the shadow swept hills.
Exillion. He had not heard his own name spoken in a while, not since he had birthed his clan of blood and war that had not yet gained one member. Yet, he had a mission right now and his name would be said casually and violently alike, if all went well. Yes, Exile was planning to leave a little warning to the leader of whatever hell this was. Finally, a clearing broke through. You're in Vegas now, Exile. The words rung through his head, louder than the forest (which was actually rather quiet).
"Beast!" Exile roared and reared on his hind legs. The jet stag cried out in shrill whinnies and tossed his angry mane. His jaws parted and froth spilled out along with his screaming words. Every movement was jolted and tortured, and the black horse called out, hoping the hopeless wean of a leader Rexil would hear him and come for his challenge. "Beast, I come with warning!" He would teach this horse a lesson. Exile was leader of the land, and he would prove it.
OOC ; Don't worry, I don't plan to hurt Rexil XD |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 15, 2010 21:32:18 GMT -5
Rexil was grazing in the clearing the pool of water lapped gently against the edges of the bank. He flicked his flaxen tail and raised his head looking over his still small clan. A scent caught his attention and he swung his head to face the forest hearing the calls of another horse. Twitching his ears for better ambience he neighed "Who dares enter Vulmire territory?" His voice echoed among the trees sending the birds nearby fluttering away in terror.
He pounded his hoof against the ground and ran towards the noise. Dodging easily through the trees having grown up in the forest his whole life. Again the words came and he caught them again... something about a monster? The scent came stronger and he realised it was a stallion and he pawed the soft snorted throwing his head. "Show Yourself!"
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 16, 2010 17:53:56 GMT -5
Exile grinned a sly, clever expression as he heard the calls of the Vulmire's lead, Rexil, in the distance. The black stud cut his cries short and the spray emitting from his parted jaws ceased in less than a split second. The once fiery eyes that scared demons were now calm and sightless, resting in their rage. The ebony's tail swished softly now as a breeze ran through, between the thick trees. He let his withers rest and his breathless lungs fill again with vital gasses.
"It is your leader, the king." The rough, hardy voice coming from deep in Exile's voicebox was challenging and violent, with a cocky calmness to it that had angered so many in his lifetime, lead them to their deaths. This time, though, he did not want to anger the colt that lead this god-forsaken clan. He had no need to murder him. All the stag wanted was to give him a warning. "Yes, I am the king of these lands, and I dare enter. The whole territory of where leaders rule is mine. I do not need the damn lands where lone stags rule, but know that I am king and recognize my power!"
Without warning, Exile burst through another thicket of trees and screamed again, froth seeping from between his molars and both front hooves sharp and lashing. He glimpsed the challenger, the one who called himself Vulmire leader. He would not be around much longer with that attitude, would he? No, Exile did not like a challenge. The ebony grimaced and calmed himself, giving the stud an opportunity to speak for himself. |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 16, 2010 18:49:05 GMT -5
The large chestnut stallion reared on his hind legs and struck out with his hoofs. "You dare come on to Vulmire territory claiming it as your own." His eyes rolled menacingly and his nostrils inflated. This stallion was getting on his nerves, "Leave now and I won't have to impale you." He was considerably taller then the fresian. A light sweat broke out on his neck and he pawed the ground as a challenge.
"There is no king among the clans, only equals." He spoke as a wise horse now not as he used to as a young colt. He pinned his ears back and snapped the air with his teeth as a warning he was agravated and was ready for a fight. The air around the two stallions grew hot with tension
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 16, 2010 19:00:48 GMT -5
Exile, being- well, himself, did not heed the wise words and flared his nostrils with rage. "This is my welcome?" He snarled in spite, more foam spilling from his lips and his maw quivering with anger. "You may be large, but it is mind over matter in this world, or have the gods taken both away from you?" He reared on to his back legs and let out a shrill whinny.
"If you are wise, heed my warning. I hold many heads trophy in my lair, and I will not hesitate to add yours to my collection. Such a gaunt old muzzle among where I keep the dismembered parts of my victims, yes, handsome indeed." Exile was starting to sweat and fear laced his eyes, yet he kept his cool and started to lie. How could one sleep if dead corpse parts were strewn across his cave, his den of life? No, Exile knew that he was stretching the truth, yet when had an old stud stopped him? The ebony landed and looked up at the Vulmire leader, sneering.
"Old man, you have not yet tasted the full wrath of my power. Keep yourself in check, or I shall come for you." Exile tossed his mane and eyed the other stallion, a formidable opponent. He half hoped this would not end in a battle, as he was smaller and just had the cocky voice of a schoolboy. He was young, for sure. |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 16, 2010 19:20:40 GMT -5
Rexil chortled "I doubt that, I have roamed these lands longer than you young colt," His feathers over his hooves shook as he stamped. Tossing his head he whinnied "Stay away from here and my mares, We do not tolerate others here." He wanted to fight, he could easily crush the smaller ebony. "Now you young stallion heed MY warning for your own safety. Run. Now." He reared again and pawed the air.
He was not afraid of this new threat only slightly irritated. Putting this home-wrecker back in it's place should be easy enough, at least he would give him a head start of escape. Flaxen tail flying again he leaned forward and snapped his teeth inches from the other horses ear.
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 17, 2010 19:58:23 GMT -5
Exile was no coward, but he knew that this was a battle he did not need to fight. He cursed this freak, this so-called king, and turned, slowly walking away with no fear hidden in his pounding muscles. As the forest parted and he soon arrived at the hills of his own territory, Exile stopped and wheeled around, crying out final words to his rival.
"I flee you not! I am not one to fear shadows. I rule the land with sword and stone! Do not turn on me, for I am not weak!" He reared up, silhouetted against the stormy sky, and dropped down on to his front hooves again, galloping away from the Vulmire and towards his own territory, towards familiar land.
Ooc ; I know it's short xD [/blockquote] |
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