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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:13 am
It had started innocently enough, as innocently as anything the scaled stallion did in any case. Just a comment, because he hadn’t been able to resist bringing the other fit looking stallion down a few pegs. After all, what hard could a hornless Ichsa do? Ha. Big damn mistake.
Ignatius grunted as burning hooves slammed against his shoulder and was thankful, not for the first time in his life, that he had scales rather than hair. The hit still hurt like hell, but he was in no danger of catching fire. Giving a roar that oughtn't to have been able to come from the throat of a Nequus, the spined stallion swiped at his opponent with the wickedly sharp bone tip of his tail. The blow connected with a satisfying thump, and the brown Reya laughed as the flame-controlling Ichsa gave a scream of rage and pain. That’d teach the b*****d. As the elegantly made creature with its burning red eyes withdrew a few paces, Ignatius gave another roar and rushed at him, horn down and lips pulled back to reveal razor sharp fangs.
This was going to be satisfying.
This was going to be satisfying.
As the brown brute neared him, Fawkes rose up on his hind legs and twisted aside before wrapping flames around his forehooves once more and lashing out at the armored Reya’s hocks as he passed. The spined freak stumbled and swore loudly but didn’t fall as the phoenix had hoped he would. Scowling to himself and pushing the pain of several interesting cuts to the back of his mind, the hornless stallion backed away from his opponent, the lizard-like thing did the same, and locked gazes with the other stallion, waiting for a flicker in those savage eyes that indicated an opening.
A few moments later he saw his chance, the Reya squinted in the sun, and Fawkes charged over, lashing out at his opposite’s face as he drew within reach. The brute managed to swerve, by some fluke, and Fawkes found himself snorting and stumbling off balance. This moment had been all the scaly beast needed to move around behind him, perhaps hoping to hamstring him with those teeth. The gold-dappled Ichsa smiled grimly to himself and, twisting his neck about for a better look, took his weight on his forelegs and struck out with his hind.
He caught the bronzy-horned thing square in the chest, and Fawkes smiled wider at the grunt of pain his foe gave. This, against all expectations, was fun. It had been too long since he’d had a good fight, and this b*****d had just been begging for a beating. He was going to enjoy killing the stupid freak and then reducing his miserable body to ash and bones.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:46 am
Utena was enjoying the drifting sun that wandering clouds brought as she picked favored grass areas with her teeth. A small smile was on her face, and she shook her mane a bit. It was nice to be young, and it was even nicer to have no wings. They would be a combersome shadow against the warmth of the sun.
Her head jerked up at the sound of fighting, and she promptly swallowed the last of her food. The fight, for its part, appeared to have just broken out. Frowning, Utena hoped no one was hurt yet, she set off at a canter in the direction of the sound. No more than a few hills over she discovered a sight to see. She had to stop to catch her breath.
Here, in front of her, two of the strangest Nequus in Urin were battling it out, and it appeared as though the stranger was going to lose. That blow to his chest had looked painful, and even if Utena knew Fawkes, she didn't know him well enough to think his intentions were well.
"Hey!" she shouted, but after there was no response from either of the two stallion, she chose to take more actions. "Hey!" she yelled again, gritting her teeth and huffing, breaking into a run.
She pointed her body with the purpose to rip through both their clashing hooves and hopefully knock Ignac out of the way. She wasn't huge, but she was darn well big enough to deal the smackdown if she had enough momentum. She went after Ignac first, because she at least knew Fawkes and trusted him not to attack her. The dragon-boned one, however, could easily have been asking for what was coming.
"Would you two cut it out!" she shouted, slamming into Ignac with full force.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:05 pm
Ignatius gave a snort of surprise as the pale body rammed into him. “What in the hells do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, recovering his balance and pacing backwards, trying to keep both the idiot mare, no wings he noted in passing, and the bloody fiery pansy.
Shaking himself, and despite his protests glad of the break in the action, the scaled Reya took stock of his hurts. Burns, bruises and other bludgeoning damage. Thanks to his tough hide, the skin hadn’t broken but his chest hurt like hell. Still, by the feel of it all his injuries were quite survivable, and so the draconic stallion returned to feeling annoyed with the pink puff that had nearly bowled him over.
Fawkes, at first, was equally annoyed. Then he took in the identity of the idiot who had just charged through the middle of their fight and found himself intrigued. “Utena,” he raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t expect to run into you here. Is scales there a friend of yours, or is this intervention for my benefit?”
Damn silly female though she was being, she was still interesting and therefore the phoenix decided that setting fire to her wasn’t one of the options for his next move. After all, even if he didn’t get to make the Reya pay for that insult today, doubtless he could get around to it on another occasion.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:14 pm
"I'm saving your life!" she snapped towards Ignatius, and people said she was dense. She stumbled a few feet, but recovered, and paid no mind to the pain in her shoulder where she'd hit Ignatius. If she'd only been heavier she would have taken him out. Next time she got the chance she'd run just a bit faster.
Taking a deep breath she wheeled around and came to stand between the two of them, sending equally hot glares in both directions. There weren't any princesses to save here, but compared to Fawkes everyone was potentially a princess. Controlling her breathing (my goodness she needed to run more!), and swishing her tail, she adressed Fawkes next.
"I'm all over the place," she said, hiding a grin. She looked towards Ignatius. She'd never seen him in her life. Somehow, however, she didn't think Fawkes was going to need any help.
"Neither," she answered simply with pinned ears.
"What are you two fighting about, anyway?" Her stance had not moved, and she made it perfectly clear she wasn't budging even if both stallions decided they would change their target to pink. She looked around for a female of some sort, or a young foal, but came across nothing. They were just quarrelling.
She was about to ask if they were merely practicing, but with the way Fawkes stated his question, she really doubted the merit of that statement.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:43 pm
The scaled Nequus scowled, perhaps she was right, taking on en elemental wasn’t something he’d choose to do but you couldn’t tell just by looking, sadly. “Insults were traded,” the Reya said after a moment with a shrug of his wings, “bets were placed. I just thought that dapple-arse over there needed a bit of ego deflation frankly. He was swanking about as if he owned the place.”
Not only that, but frankly he’d needed somebody to kick about a bit. D’ob didn’t have anywhere near enough edible creatures to satisfy him; the thrill of battle and a chance to taste blood, so far as he was concerned, were worth the risk that he’d been picking a fight out of his league. He was still annoyed that the Ichsa seemed to be about his equal; damn all girly deceptively powerful Ichsa to hell, including miss no-wings, who apparently knew no-horn in any case. Didn’t seem to like him, though, which was good; proud though he was, Ignatius didn’t fancy his chances against both the finely built creatures at once.
“I’m assuming,” the tall stallion said with a sigh, stretching out his left wing to inspect a minor burn, “that we’re not going to get to finish up while you’re around?” Why was she so convinced she’d saved his life? Sure the elemental was pretty good and, obviously, fiery, but the red-eyed thing hadn’t shown any sign of the kind of power he’d always assumed such magickers possessed. Perhaps, the brown stallion considered with a frown, she knew something he didn’t.
The dappled Ichsa snorted and shrugged. “The first two points I’ll give him, but I wasn’t the only one acting like an egotistical b*****d. He thought he’d take me down without breaking a sweat, and I was only to glad to educate him to the contrary. I do dislike it when people assume I’m weak for my lack of a horn.” Dislike was a bit of a mild word, but he had a feeling that his meaning had got across just fine by the pin of his ears and the curl of his lip in the Reya’s direction. The hairless thing would pay one day, oh yes he would pay and pay hard. He would regret the day he slighted Fawkes the phoenix but not, the red-eyed stallion decided with an internal grin, for very long.
“If you ladies will excuse me for a moment, seen as we seem to be taking a breather at the very least...” So saying, and ignoring the other stallion’s growl at being called a girl, Fawkes turned his head in against his flank and took a calming breath.
Trusting Utena to keep the brown from skewering him, the phoenix focused on the other part of his magic. After a few moments, a pearly gold drop, a tear perhaps, slid down the stallion’s cheek and dropped onto a particularly nasty cut. As he lifted his head away and turned it towards another hurt, an observer would have seen the injury knit itself neatly shut into a scab that looked at least a week old.
Once he had repeated this process with the worst of his injuries, the tall stallion looked back at the other two Nequus with a smirk. “Right, now what were we talking about again?” Ha, and if that didn’t persuade the lizard-thing he was out of his league, nothing damn well would. It would be nice to teh have the Reya in fear, Fawkes considered with an internal chuckle.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:01 pm
Utena was waiting for the 'he insulted my friend', or 'he injured my daughter's reputation', or even 'he carved my feelings of love onto the trees of Yisi,' but nothing of the like came. Then again, she could relate to the ego-deflating that the Reya spoke of. If you asked her, they both needed deflating egos.
Utena turned her attention to Fawkes, her jaw half cocked and a sigh ready to escape her lips. 'Swanking about as if he owned the place,' sounded just like him. As little time as she knew him, she knew it to be true. In fact, if he started hitting on her, the pair of them might remind her of Saionji and Touga.
Utena frowned deeply at Ignac. She would have preferred 'Not finish up at all,' but this was obviously out of the question. "Your funeral. Fawkes doesn't go to them." She felt proud of herself for the second statement. It was one of those hidden meanings that poets used all the time. She felt deceptively smart, but not enough to use the art all the time.
As Fawkes explained, Utena looked between the two of them. It was true, Fawkes didn't look like anything special in the slightest. Sure, he was tall, but she wouldn't have known of the fire that masked him if he didn't go about spewing it all around--
Whoa! That was knew. A shocked expression made its way over her face. "Since when do you do that?" she asked in exasperation. At this rate, she'd find that Fawkes could read minds, move mountains, and make tea.
At his statement Utena frowned again, not impressed. He was clearly showing off. "You two being egotiscal bastards," she answered the rhetorical question, her head slightly lowered and her face holding that 'you're such a showoff slut' look.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:23 pm
Fawkes laughed. He laughed for quite some time before the sound shifted to a chuckle and then back to silence. The curly-maned stallion shook his head and grinned at Utena. “Ten out of then for observation, I am an egotistical b*****d, and I’ve been aware of that fact since before your grandire’s gransire was even thought of. Did you have a point in brining the fact up, or were you just making deliciously hypocritical conversation?” Silly little girl. How clever she thought herself with those words, with her intervention in a fight that was none of her business.
“As to the healing,” Fawkes went on with a shrug, “I’ve been able to do that for as long as I’ve been able to brand my mark into those who annoy me, for whatever that matters.” At least he assumed he’d had the ability that long. He hadn’t discovered it until, what, his third life? It was quite hard to remember so far back, but he thought it had been then. Yes. The time with the traitorous little b***h, he remembered now.
“In any case,” he was angry now, angry at the memory of her smirk as she’d set her herd on him, “if scales here wants to carry on, I can fit him in any time in the next eternity. His offspring, too, if any mare will go near him for him to make some.” He didn’t really care for damaging the lizard anymore, he would if the point was pressed but his mind was filled now by that smile, that beautiful face and form and that gentle, musical laugh. An Ichsa mare, yes, that would make him feel better; a pretty Ichsa mare to burn.
Okay... Well last he’d looked elementals hadn’t been able to do that, none of the stories mentioned it, and magic users didn’t live forever. What was this Ichsa? Maybe the girl called Utena was right and he ought to back off. Damn. Well he didn’t want to apologize, but if the dappled stallion didn’t press the issue, neither would he. No sense getting himself tangled up with someone who could heal themselves and who said he would live forever. It could be a lie, of course, but given everything else he’d just seen, the horn-tailed Reya wasn’t about to take such a risk.
“It’s impressive,” he said eventually, grudgingly, “not seen the like of that before.” There, idiot one acknowledged, now for idiot two. “And what,” he raised one of the ridges that passed for his eyebrows, “is wrong with ego? I don’t really see how our fighting affects you, Utena, and I don’t understand why you’d want to make us stop. You don’t seem to care for fiery over there, and I’m a stranger to you. Why do you care?” It was weird, that was what it was; a weird, weird day. Random pretty-boy Ichsa with weird magic, random wingless Ichsa with some kind of complex about butting into other people’s business.
“The name’s Ignatius, by the way,” he informed the odd pair, “I feel that I ought to give that much seen as he over there’s already given out your name Utena.”
This was, so far as he recalled from what his sire had taught him, one of those politeness things, and it didn’t put him out to observe it so where was the harm. Besides, it wasn’t like the fire stallion needed a name to hunt him down if he chose to; a description was more than enough for that, if fact would get more results than a name would. He gave his name to few, people didn’t stop long enough in general, but anyone who saw him would no doubt recall the scaled Reya with teeth like the carnivore he was.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:57 am
Utena flat out glared at Fawkes. Her eyebrows were seldom as furrowed, and she whipped her tail in agitation. She couldn't stand it when someone made fun of her, especially over her lack of brain. Sure, she wasn't the smartest and most decent creature on the world, but for goodness sakes she tried.
"Have you been crushing poor people underneath your feet since before my grandsire's sire had ever been thought of, too?" She hissed between her teeth. "I bet you've slept with a decent amount of women, too, eh? Does it prove something when you tear their hearts out and step on them?" He was worse than Touga. He was like Akio and Touga combined, and he was more than content to set her up for a battle that she couldn't win. Lies, tricks, deceiving thievery.
She didn't turn her head to look at Ignatious when he spoke. "I care," she whispered, unable to remove her eyes from Fawkes, "because I've lost one to many people to eternity already." She took the name and noted it, but she didn't have interest or names at the moment.
"What were you going to do? Kill him? Leave him just dead? Just leave him alone, Fawkes," Utena steadfasted. "You've got an eternity of lives. We've only got one. He'll be dead before you can blink an eye." She turned on him, perfectly not afraid of what his flames could do to her fur.
"If you insist on continuing, you can see me instead." It was out of her mouth before she had a chance to top herself, and Utena knew it was a huge mistake. A second ago there hadn't been a bit of fear, but it had begun to bubble up. She knew she could lose battles now, whether by cheating or otherwise, and the thought terrified her. There was no Himemiya to help her now, and she was fighting for someone who may not want the fight. It didn't matter. He was going to be fried Shrila if she hadn't stepped in. Whether or not their skills were even, Fawkes could reincarnate. Ignatius would lose someday, even if it was not today.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:26 pm
Fawkes laughed. Again. “Dear me,” he chuckled after a moment, “quick to your conclusions, aren’t you? For what it matters, no, I don’t sleep with very many mares at all, or stallions before you think that; very few of my own sex catch my eye. A lot of them are far too much like me, but afraid to show it to the world. No, I have no interest in breaking hearts Utena, in fact I think I am safe in saying that I have never knowingly led any creature into believing I cared for them in order to take physical pleasure in them. I am many things, girl, but that is one lable of evil that you can’t stick to me.”
Looking the determined mare over, the dappled phoenix had to chuckle again and shake his head. “I really doubt that Ignatius appreciates your offer by the by, pink, and even if he did I have no interest in your hide. I don’t go around killing things that provide me with interest in any case; that would rather defeat my purpose in life, such as it is.” Besides, she was far, far too gopping for him to even consider comparing to his once-love. She didn’t even have wings.
“In any case, though,” Fawkes raised his eyebrows at Utena, “if it means so very much to you, I shall leave the lizard be. You have, after all, provided me with quite a lot of interesting days of searching and thinking. This can be your reward. Scales comes off my hit list.”
Hum... Should he mention Storm to her? It might be interesting to see her reaction, but it might be annoying to try to explain the whole thing to Ignatius if the Reya was as thick in the head as he was in the muscle department.
“Oh, and by the way,” he turned to the other stallion, “as she says, my name is Fawkes.”
Ignatius, indeed, was not impressed by Utena’s words in the least. It took him a few moments to recover the power of speech, but when he did, he rounded on the presumptions puddle of pink pretension.
“You,” he snarled, “have got a lot of nerve. Let’s get one thing straight here and now, girl; I do not want your charity, and I do not need it either. Save your heroic speeches for fainting little mares who are still half fillies; you don’t impress me, and more than that you insult me.”
It was so tempting to lash out at her, to strike her down and drain her blood and rend her flesh. Yes. Slim though she was there was a bit of muscle there. It would taste good.
Ignatius snapped his teeth to himself and curbed the bloodthirsty thoughts as best he could. She was a damn stupid little drek head, but she didn’t deserve to die. Growling to himself and forcing his lips back over his razor fangs, the draconic stallion lashed his thick tail in frustration at an anger he now couldn’t vent and a sudden jump in his need to find a meal of meat.
“I understand,” the fierce-eyed stallion managed eventually, “that you meant well by the offer, but it insults me nonetheless and believe you me, if you try to go through with it I’ll beat seven shades of drek out of you.” There, that had been almost polite, ha, not. Well, he’d damn well tried; niceties and politeness were not his strongest points.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:52 pm
Despite herself, Utena gave a heavy sight of relief. She wasn't sure why she was so relieved to know that Fawkes had no intention in misleading another Nequus, but she was. Perhaps that was just another side of her princely demeaner. It was interesting that he found it evil. Touga would not have, and maybe Akio wouldn't either.
She was interesting? That's the only reason Fawkes let her live? At once, her determination was whiped from her face and she raised her head. A baffled look crossed her face and she almost felt hurt inside. Yet, some sort of reasoning was better than none, and perhaps it was Fawkes way of saying her cared for her enough not to tan her hide over his back. Did it really matter?
It was interesting how fast the tides turned. Now it was Ignatius who held the heated mind, and Fawkes who was a relax. Well, as relaxed as Fawkes could get.
"It's not charity," Utena snapped back at him. "If it had been anyone else, you could have finished your 'little' ego bout. Don't think that Fawkes hasn't had these battles before." Yes, she was smart enough to figure out that much. The true nature of Fawkes was showing true now, and she had no doubt he struck at even the slightest inkling at anger.
Despite all this, it made her angry that Ignatius could be such a dense-head.
The stallions were wearing off on her, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
"I don't know who you think you are, Ignatius, but there's no way in hell I'd fight a battle and lose to you." It was her characterstic speech. He reminded her of Saionji. Gritting her teeth and shaking her head she tried to get away all the biased thoughts. Fawkes wasn't Touga, Ignatius wasn't Saionji, and this argument was over.
She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for interfering, Ignatius, but I had to."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:17 pm
The scaled stallion grinned and looked the slim mare up and down. “Maybe you wouldn’t,” he said with a shrug of his wings, “you’re obviously a fighter, but I wouldn’t count on a certain victory against me. Chances are even if you did win you’d either die of the injuries I’d given you or at least be nicely scarred up. Still,” he sighed out a heavy breath and shook his head, “I think it best not to find out. If Fawkes is happy to leave me alone now, you’ve no reason to step in, and therefore I’ve no reason to fight you, proud young mare.”
She was proud, very proud. Perhaps it was just tough talk, he could accept posturing without a gripe, but if she truly believed that there wasn’t a chance she could lose to somebody of his skill, she might well be in for a nasty shock one day. Either that, Ignatius considered with an internal grin, or he was the over proud one; how dare he consider that he might havve a chance against miss pink and proper?
“So,” the brown stallion turned his amber eyes to Fawkes’ red, “any chance of a bit of that healing over here?” It was a joke of course, aimed to diffuse the tension in himself as much as the tension between the three of them. He had no real gripe against Fawkes the fiery or Utena the prideful, so he might as well be calm, until something dinner-shaped presented itself at any rate; then he could take out all the rage he wanted. For now, relax. He didn’t want to fight either of these Nequus, not in the least.
The dappled stallion snorted smoke. “Not a chance lizard,” he said with relative equanimity, “you get your life, and the lives of whatever family you might have; don’t expect me to go shedding tears over your injuries.” He was aware that the other stallion had meant it as a joke, and he supposed that his response could be taken as a retort to it if one really wanted to see it that way; frankly he’d just wanted to stop things from getting too friendly.
Whilst Ignatius was off the hit list, he was still far from being in the phoenix’s good graces no matter how fascinating a creature he might be. He had, Fawkes believed, seen a similar creature before, but still, this brown-scaled creature was only the second of that vague ilk that he’d ever seen, and the Reya certainly won out on the weaponry front too. Perhaps he would be worth keeping something of an eye on; those teeth looked like they were for meat and, though the idea of eating flesh rather disgusted Fawkes, it interested him too. Almost anything was forgivable in the phoenix’s eyes if it was interesting as well as whatever else it might be.
“Oh by the way,” might as well go for it, the Reya didn’t seem so dumb after all, just stubborn, “I ran into the seer Storm again a little while ago. Small world, humm?” There, he hadn’t given anything to Ignatius so pink princess couldn’t get too angry with him. After all, he’d only mentioned a mutual acquaintance; where was the harm in that?
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:28 pm
Utena didn't like the idea of having a multitude of injuries. "Yes, it's best." She'd been through that episode before, and come out just barely alive. The pink mare turned her head towards Fawkes. She didn't think he was happy over any of this, but he wasn't raging flames at the moment, so everything was safe.
What Fawkes said, had it not been cruel and unjust, was alomst funny. It was an amusing play on words in itself, and one that Utena could understand. She vaguely wondered how long and far Fawkes' hitlist travelled.
She jerked her head up at the word 'Storm'. "Nyah, she sure is the grumpy sort," Utena answered. "I don't think she's ever heard of the word 'polite.'" For that matter, neither had Ignatius. For all his ego-pumped and a*****e remarks, Fawkes beat them all on the polite point. Save for her, of course. Call it a talent.
She mused over why Fawkes would have mentioned it, but she couldn't think of anything. "Did your encounter go well?" she asked, giving a look towards Ignatius.
"Have you met her?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:46 pm
Fawkes chuckled and nodded. “Yes, it did go well and yes she is grumpy. We’re allies of a kind now, and I don’t mind admitting to being surprised by that outcome.” He had expected, well, enmity, but then he always did so that was nothing new or shocking. Perhaps if he have people a chance, they’d turn out to be decent, or perhaps if he gave people a chance they’d stab him in the back like they always did. Bah. Damn stupid idea to even think of thinking of entering his mind, and the sooner it was banished the better.
No trust for Storm, no, especially as she could read him. Mutual assistance, maybe, avoiding inconveniencing one another, yes. Hum. Maybe he should think a bit more on those two names he hadn’t given to her. Hu. It would lead nowhere, he knew that without even starting to think. His enemies he dealt with himself, and he didn’t have any friends or loved ones. Well, perhaps one day he would have a powerful foe that he needed help to defeat. It was possible; not probable, but possible.
The fierce-eyed stallion shook his head and frowned. “No, never met or even herd of.” A seer; well Yippie, that was possibly bad. If Fawkes got on with her, probably bad... yet Utena, who was apparently sweetness and good wrapped in a neat pink and white package, hadn’t condemned her so maybe it was alright. He would probably have to meet the mare in question if he was to find out the answer to that question, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be around anyone who could get inside his head.
He wasn’t ashamed of any of it of course, no, not a bit, it was just how he was; the taste for blood, the bursts of violence. It was nothing to be ashamed of in the least; it made him strong after all, and there was nothing wrong with strength, now was there?
“What’s she like?” he asked after a moment, almost warily. Better to have an idea of the magicker before he worried about whether or not he needed to avoid her, and if he got a description then if he decided he needed to steer clear of her he’d have at least a fighting chance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 11:13 am
If he and that golden mare were allies, what did that make her? Oh, that's right: interesting. Utena wasn't sure she was that surprised. Storm had reminded her the most of Saionji out of everyone. Perhaps with a bit of Juuri thrown in. She'd been looking for something, and upset over everything, but there was some sort of nice down underneath it all. Well, Utena was going to think so even if there really wasn't.
Still, she wasn't sure if she liked Fawkes and Storm as allies in the slightest. They were two obviously formiddable magic users that could easily be turned off her side. Fawkes, for the most part, seemed to want to keep her around, and Storm didn't appear to have any reason to get rid of her yet. She had come to warn her to get out, even if she'd been insanely rude about it.
Utena caught the slight change in this voice. Little mister scales went from upset to worried very quickly. Her ears perked up and she looked in his direction (Fawkes feathered hooves were growing boring).
To be honest, she couldn't think of any way to describe her. She'd only met the mare once. "She's. . . " she began before she was ready. Fawkes' might have an easier time, and he might not. "Well, a lot like both of you, really." Full of ego, and very smart. She began to wonder if every overly smart Nequus had an ego the size of the ocean.
"I can't really say; I only met her once." Very briefly at that, and she'd been tired at the time.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:15 pm
Ignatius gave a snort of amusement. Like him, and like Fawkes? So far as he was aware, all he shared with the dappled stallion was ego and intelligence... well maybe that was enough. The seer was proud and not stupid. Well, so long as he didn’t do anything to piss her off should he ever happen across her, there probably wouldn’t be any trouble, the pink would have mentioned if she was a psycho. Unless of course she thought he and Fawkes were psychos. Hu, well not like there was a lot he could do about it, and seer or not he knew that he wouldn’t be a soft target for her or anybody else for that matter.
“Well, I should probably be leaving now,” the tall stallion informed his fellow freaks with a nod. “I have places to be, and I’d like to reach them as soon as possible.” The anticipation was also killing him, and the scaled Reya was severely annoyed that he’d got almost back to Qurine before hearing of the warrior herd of the northeast. The Hellenes. A whole herd of fighters, of brave hearts, of Nequus who didn’t seem to give a damn what you were on the outside so long as you were a warrior within. Being a warrior on the outside would be a help too, Ignatius was sure of that, and almost sure that the attributes which made him such a fine warrior would not be seen by the Hellenes as reason to shun him.
He might, of course, just be getting his hopes up but everybody needed to have a dream sometimes. If they didn’t like him, the draconic stallion decided with a scowl, they could stuff it up their arses and he’d go home to Qurine after all. There was no harm taking a chance on them at all, the worst they could do was drive him off... okay so the worst they could do was kill him, but that was a risk worth taking in his opinion. A chance to be accepted, and indeed not to be surrounded by cringing cowards half the time, was a chance not to be passed up no matter what the potential cost.
The hornless Ichsa frowned, the scaly Reya pulling at his attention again. Places to be. It was possible that they were quite boring places, but he wanted to know all the same. Still, he didn’t much feel like asking the damn creature; he could always follow him or the rumor of his passing if he saw fit. Hells, Utena might even be a nice convenient little girl and ask for him; she seemed like the nosey type what with butting into their fight and everything.
“Well,” the red-eyed stallion gave a somewhat sneering smile, “I do hope you enjoy your trip young lizard. It has been such an experience to meet you. I’m sure we shall remain good friends, or something.” Perhaps, Fawkes pondered as he looked the slightly larger stallion up and down, the twit didn’t really have anywhere to go and was just looking for an excuse to run away. Maybe he was still intimidated despite being told that he wouldn’t be hunted down and killed at a later date; though the curve-horned creature didn’t seem like a coward, some Nequus were able to hide such weaknesses quite well after all.
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