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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:49 pm
[ I'm Self-Rping at work, so this and my other RP may be slow. But enjoy biggrin ]
 
[ Basket plasy a leading role of love, triumph and drama, all from it's woven state. ADORE IT. ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:53 pm
Flashfire filled the clearing for what felt like an instant in time, flames licking at the bark of close trees and the grass that inhabited a once somewhat empty, and yet peaceful location.Making barely a burn on the surrounding, it was a magical fire that only harmed when it's owner meant for it to. From within the blaze, a form melded out, with one mighty hoof after another, the fires that plagued the forest for the moment forming once more as each stamped it's position into the ground, with every hoof fall the sound of quickly depleating water came from with in, and a dark patch replaced the once lush ground that had the misfortune of holding this plague's weight.
As the forest finally returned to a 'normal state', the Stallion took his first look of the area he had finally made his way to, flame licked eyes flicking back and forth as his muzzle kept occupied with a new life, nestled within a basket which looked nothing like the creature that held it. With a soft snort and a raise of nearly invisible eyebrows, he turned his head and made his way from his landing spot in the forest - this was no place to stay, especially if he were caught by any of the adventurous kind - he would not have any interruptions now. Especially when he had to make sure that this new 'bundle of joy' was still intact and in one piece, it was a bumpy ride from where they had been, to where they were now, and the Stallion had never found foals to be the kind of creatures to endure any sudden movement.
Weak little creatures, they sickened him.
With a rumble deep in his throat that recalled memories of a heavy and threatening flame to any that may have heard it, he turned his head quickly and started down a new path, the smell of smoke and boiled water returning to the muzzle of the brute. It had rained recently, which never made it easy on him - for he was a creature of fire, one who could have been called 'prissy' due to issues that crawled up on him when he was faced with anything that had to do with wet situations. Oh how he hated dousing his fires, it only made him weakened, and he was a proud and strong Stallion, it would not do.
Shaking his head and giving a snort, the one simply known as a Terror turned to his direction again, keeping half a mind on the bindings of the basket that he hend in his mouth, he was almost to where he had to be.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:54 pm
The smell had only taken moments to travel through the forest a thick and strong scent that took over the natural forest smells, making everything feel sluggish and as if time had nearly stopped it's self short to find what was amiss. With a nose in the air, a specific body had caught the scent, something he had been familiarized from his youth, the smell of devoured wood, fire licked plants and the decay of life at the hooves of a destructive force. Taking a few daring steps forward, the self-proclaimed priest watched with curiousity and delight of the chase - it was almost play for him by now, following the burns in the ground as he made his way - it was a shame that the creature he had been following was so careless about conceiling itself - it made it look smug and totally beyond care for consequences that could further come of it's actions.
He rather liked where this was going.
Lifting his head once more, the sweet sound of jingling overcame him for a moment as little taslemen that sat in his hair danced with the winds as he looked up the side of a mighty tree who had suffered the greatest fate of "wrong place, wrong time." Although, he mused to his lonesome, most trees suffered that fate, for most trees cannot pick up their roots and skiddadle out of the way. But he had seen it before, amusing as it were. As his bravery only fueled him forwards, the mystic's hooves took him closer to the slightly scorced lands, blue fur and white fabric dancing with the remaining coals and minor fires that played still from the foot falls.
"They are still warm, so whatever made these markings is still close."He spoke out, almost to whomever was around, but mainly to himself - his little familiar having gone off for the day to play on his own. Even a familiar needed to appease it's Gods. Leaving the fresh scar on the ground, he pushed further, hoping to confront the brute.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:56 pm
It seemed as if the Gods of Fortunes had been against the Terror on this day, first he was forced to snatch an innocent from it's wake, and then he was thrusted to such a terrible place, filled with warm sunlight, clean, flowing water and above all, the sickening feeling in his gut that could only mean that good natured creatures were afoot. Three things he hated the most, all in one disgusting stew of .. whatever this place was. It also made him tired - he longed for his dark abyss where the undead reigned and treated him terribly. It was heavenly, unlike this overworldly hell. Setting the basket down on a broken stump of, what he assumed had been, a noble and large tree, he looked down to it, eyes filled with rage and the inner fire that pulled him through life everyday, little by little.
"Well, little creature, we've made it this far, you are lucky I haven't tried anything. Like.. oh, I don't know, how about eating you. I'm sure the Lords of Death would be amused by that." he suddenly spoke out, almost as if trying to use some kind of scare tactics, or rile whatever could be in that little basket. As far as he knew, it could be the second coming of a hellish god. That would be interesting, threatening a hell god and getting away from it, it'd look good on him. Unfortunate for him, all the little basket did was wriggle a little, almost as if it was litening to him intently, even if it could not answer in anyway he could see. It made him feel even more angered and somewhat alone in this bright forestted world. Tch. If it hadn't been for the fact that the basket was as dark as an undead's soul was, and marked with red so bright it even rivalled his blazing pelt, he would have thrown it in a river earlier. Let those who wanted the bloody creature go swim for it. It would keep him amused, atleast until he became bored of it, or they drowned. Or he forced them to drown through means beyond them.
Delightful.
It was the sound of the priest's jingling talismen that broke the sudden mood that enveloped the Terror, as his head snapped up in near breakneck speed, his eyes narrowing to slits almost as the fires inside them burned bright, almost blurring in mid air and leaving a stream from the pupils. Something was near and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was THIS creature that made him unwell. Taking a few burning steps forward, he nearly growled out a warning to the basket, a threat that only the wind heard, but entailed the dismemberment of bodyparts if this had been a 'saviour' for the basket. Oh, how he hated heroes.
Taking a few tentative steps, the fire that surrounded him only grew in effect, seering and burning the air around him, giving the vision of grandeur to anything that was passing his way. Oh, things would die today if they didn't step right. He would wait here, wait for whatever dared to challenge him.
Behind him, the little basket could only wiggle ever so slightly more, the contents uncomfortable near the somewhat intense heat from the flame, it's fortune showing no aces.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:28 am
He was not far off now, The Priest could feel it. Infact, he heard it first, the sound of a growing fire, the hells of this world almost breaking open to allow the creature to further fuel itself on their powers. The area around them had suddenly grown hotter, and he wondered if he was going against a minor sun; as crazy as it had sounded, it was something that he truly assumed he would have done before he died. He had seen many things in his youth, and now that he was in his prime, he was still fast and quick witted, but the youth that he watched grow now were starting to outrun him. But you cannot outwit an old priest, he believed.
With a ruffle of his wings, he pushed forward, his duel-shaded eyes narrowing as he passed through a thick, and highly dense grouping of trees, the warming sunlight that kept him going falling away within the veil of the green cape that flowed over his head. Lush grass sprung up with every step, his own being giving the area a little more hope, being around a creature of light had it's perks. He guessed.
At first he hadn't realized it, the slow, sudden feeling around him and the strange taste in the air eluding him of his senses and keeping him on a not so beaten path, it was only when he had finally lifted his head that he saw it .The sight had been so bright that the priest sheilded himself quickly, looking away and blinking away the stars from his eyes. Realizing the err in leaving his sight wander from a foe in question, he ducked back into the shadows that the canopy alloted him - being a creature with a pure white, and blue tainted pelt, wearing a white and shiny gold coat meant that hiding was never usually much an option (Unless the fates decided that a snowstorm was optimal for this exact moment..), he took the opportunity when it presented it to him.
From within the foliage, the Priest's gaze pierced through, watching the other with a look that could send a weaker soul to an early grave - this is what he was following, this is what he was going up against? At closer inspection, it dawned on him that the creature had captured a stray foal in a basket, a mother's dream turned into a nightmare. Or.. Well. Taken by a Nightmare. Terror. This wouldn't do, he thought internally, as his legs dared to go farther than his heart, his bravery sometimes rivalling even the strongest Paladin. And his stupidity rivalling others, at times.
Whispering under his breath, it only took the Stallion seconds to enchant the sacred skill, his eyes trained on his new rival, and with just a whisp a breath, he sent the spell flying off, the bright light speeding through the forest with destruction on it's mind, a bright cross burning a path towards the creature.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:49 am
Unfortunately, for the holy creature, his opponent this fair day had been already drawn out prior to even seeing him, and had made the Terror fully alert and on the edge of his senses - almost waiting for the other pawn in this game of chess to move his pieces. It had been a quick responce, and the foliage giving the Priest more help than he expected, but he could be felt out, the sickening feeling of .. everything nice around him made the Terror see.. well. Red. Lowering his head threateningly, he almost waited for it, his eyes burning bright red fires, the centers a piercing white that dared creatures to come after him. Aggression made every muscle in his body tense and ready to snap.
Through the trees and high grass, he heard it, just in the nick of time, and with near perfect grace and timing, he darted to the left - long enough to get out of the way of the curse that was send screaming towards him, the sound nearly deafening him with the holy sounds and the voices that drove him insane. As the seering light passed him, it graced his fore shoulder lightly, red flames and fur burning up in the pure light, a strange purple like smoke filling the void where part of his pelt had hit, a purifying smell filling the air and making his senses dulled and his mind slower.
Cursing internally, he watched the glow pass through behind him in the clearing, gracing the basket once, a sizzle sounding off as the remakes of fur and possibly saliva from the brute clearing off the wicker that inhabited a creature inside.
No screaming or sudden movements - or that terrible smell filling the air any more than it had, gave the Nightmare his answer to a previous notion - this was no spawn of a satanic creature - but just a foal who was needed for some kind of event. Where was the fun in that? Had he been had? Turning his gaze over to The Priest, he rose himself to full height again, red flames licking the ground around him, scarring the grass for weeks to come, attempting to intimidate the creature.
"What now, Priest. I'm right here, I dare you to try that again." he beckoned out to the foliage, a dare and a request for a fight - he woudl not take this insult laying down, someone was going to pay for this asshattery, less he be damned.
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