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 Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:35 pm
The time had come.
Plague walked back and forth on front of the trio of baskets, his mind racing with ideas. He had spent the first few weeks of the foals' lives giving them the basic nourishment and protection they needed to survive, and now it was time for them to leave their little nests and join him in the outside world. Over the weeks they had remained in their baskets, he made sure they knew, recognized, and feared the sound of his voice and prescense. He was their ruler, and they were his to rule. He refused to allow room for another failure like their mother had been.
Flipping off the lid of each basket with one hoof, he ordered them to rise and stand, to abandon the only home they knew. It was time to dub them the names that would remain with them the rest of their lives, what they would be called, who they would be known as. It was very important, the naming process, and Plague had his reasons for feeling as such. These would be the names that would haunt Diabetia the rest of her days and the land they resided in, the land they would come to dominate.
No longer would he stand for tolerating the kindess and love that spread across the land quicker than wildfire. It was time for Evil to take back its reputation, for it to regain the power it once had. Emotions had taken over far too many of those who wished to call themselves a part of the demon races of his species, and it had gone on for long enough.
Cold, hollow eyes gazed down at the foals huddled in the wicker baskets.
It would only be a matter of time now, before their training would begin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 10:57 am
His small frame quivered as the lid was knocked off of the basket that had served as the only home he knew since being forced from the warmth of a place he no longer remembered. The large thing was out there and, should he choose to open his eyes, he knew that he would see it for the first time. This creature with a loud, bellowing voice filled with a darkness beyond that of his lightless basket. It made him tremble. What was that voice? What did it belong to?
He opened his eyes slowly, closing them tightly as they were met with a blindingly bright light. What was that? Did the creature glow? Was that what made it keep them shrouded in darkness? Whatever the light was, it was warming his coat quickly and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Shifting slowly he opened his eyes once more, making sure that pale pink orbs were focused on the weaving of the basket now instead of the brightness above. Darkness. Eventually, upon glancing up, that's what he saw; Darkness. Was this the creature that had been making the sounds? He heard the command to stand and knew it must be so. Stand... Move... Could he?
He shifted wobly legs beneath him, hooves struggling beneath him as he tried to keep himself steady. He stumbled, falling down against the edge of the basket with a soft whine. His wings spread in a flare of color, trying to balance his awkward body as he tried again, this time managing to stay on his hooves even if one step, or a strong wind, might be enough to make him tumble over.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:39 am
He snorted softly as the lid to his basket was kicked off. He'd heard the sound before, muffled, from what he'd guess was others like him. Other things that the Voice was taking care of. He had no desire to open his eyes with how bright it was already without the top on his home.
His ears twitched as he was greeted with another command from the Voice only much louder this time. Pulling himself together shakily he got his hooves under him, wings spread for balance, and stood still inside the basket. His eyes opened slowly, the black lost in the dark hollows in which his eyes rested, and he blinked up at the large figure that was speaking to them. Sniffing he noticed another and looked over to get the first glimpse of his brother.
He and the large one had the same wings. They were completely unlike the leathery things he sported that were currently helping him take a few cautious steps from the basket. Shaking his short mane out he stopped, carefully folded his wings back against him, and waited for another command.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 4:03 pm
The booming voice was back again, sending shivers down her tiny spine. She wanted to be left alone, to keep sleeping in her dark little seclusion.
A small squeak erupted as the roof of her little home flew off. Startled, she shook her head. Had that noise come from inside her? Small dark eyes slowly opened, only to end up squeezing themselves shut after the first few seconds. The grove of trees the stallion had placed the baskets in only partially helped to block out the brightness, but the shiny yellow from the sky still hurt her sensitive eyes.
Wobbly legs moved, nearly tripping and toppling over due to the basket being in her way. She managed to use the large black stallion as means for a shield to block out the offending light. Her hooves began to tickle and the tiny voice let out a giggle as the filly's eyes reopened to find small furry creatures running around her, smelling and examining the newborn. She hadn't the faintest idea of what they were, but the tickling made her grin all the same.
Her dark colored head rose to look at the creature who had addressed her with the scary voice. Seeing him again jolted her back into a memory flash… images of a beautiful mare who smelled so sweet... of fangs and harsh voices. She didn't understand why the white mare had made such a fuss, but this dark stallion in front of her had been the one to take her away from the mean mare.
Her smile grew wider, and she made another squeak, this time, out of happiness. She liked this stallion, and hopefully, he liked her too, since he saved her? She looked up quizzically at him, then turned to stare at the two foals standing nearby, who already had crawled out from their basket havens. Though she didn’t know them, they seemed rather familiar. Had they met before?
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:08 pm
He snorted as he watched the triplets slowly make their way out of their baskets, taking the time to study each foal. He didn't hide the disappointment he felt at looking at the first colt that appeared... it was obvious that his most notable traits came from his mother's side. She was an eyesore and he hadn’t seemed to have turned out much better appearance wise. At least he received Plague's dark skin, in the place of his mother's eyeblinding whiteness. The light pink feathers with stripes that sprouted from his back were catching to the eye... it would be hard to be intimidating with an appearance like his. Yet... if his mother could manage to survive as the kalona she was, no doubt would this colt have the potential to become more ferocious as he aged.
One long leg stepped forward to examine him further... hmm... this colt looked like Plague, but... tainted. Tainted. That sounded suitable, with purpose and reason to back up the name.
"Taint." he said aloud, his voice low, serious. "Remember that well, for that is who you are. Tainted by she who abandoned you, she who left you to die. You shall grow up to become a taint in her life. Your wings are disgusting, as well as that horrid mark on your side, but I shall make you strong and fierce. Only you yourself can make a stop to the taunting you'll no doubt receive throughout your life. Do not forget that."
As he finished speaking to the foal, the second colt arose from his basket, his leathery wings spread wide. Good. This foal had a natural sense of balancing, and already used his wings wisely. Not only that, but he managed to have taken the good kalona genes from his mother, receiving strong horns, as well as the bat-like wings. He would have no problem surviving in the wild and becoming a predator, with Plague's teaching.
The mutant turned and stepped back, gazing upon the foal who's eyes matched his own empty ones. Indeed, he seemed to be the strongest foal, and Plague would take pleasure in teaching him what he knew. No doubt would this colt take after him, despite the tarnishing glare his white skin let off when exposed to the sunlight. Yet.... yes, the term could be reversed. The foal did possess the fair ivory hue of his mother, but at the same time, was tarnished by the darkness of his own skin.
"Tarnish."
The name was appropriate, and he nodded towards the elder of his sons. "May your name bring a tarnish upon she who hated you, she who tried to rid you from the world before you even saw it. You shall rise above all others and be the strongest, the fiercest, and ruthless to the core. Bear your colors proudly, for you shall be known for them, and strike fear into the hearts of all who witness your appearance. I see great potential in you... do not let me down.
Finally, after a few more minutes, the third foal, the eldest, arose from her basket. Her colors were his colors, save for a few tell-tale signs of being her mother's daughter. Though she was the one to take after him physically, it was obvious already from her personality that she took after her mother. Not a good sign... not a good sign at all. He would n** it in the bud before it had time to grow, and turn her into the mare Diabetia could never become. This little one would be her replacement, her torment, for the kalona would be forced to witness Plague looking after her daughter in the place of paying attention to herself. Perhaps she failed to see the need for him now, but she would grow to feel empty, without her leader there to direct her.
"Torment." he said finally, giving the filly a stern look from hearing her giggle. Being a female, she would tend to get emotional... and Plague would harness and tame that emotion. He would not make the same mistake twice.
Taking a step back, he studied all three of them from horn to hoof. Yes; he was pleased with the names dubbed to them. They seemed befitting of the foals who now owned the names, and they would come to cherish their first possession in life.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:30 pm
By the time the creature moved closer to him he was standing as steady as his legs would allow. He held his head high as he was addressed, ears tilting towards the voice so that he could take in everything he head. Whatever this creature said was for him; his ears. His mind. It was meant to make an impact.
It did.
His first instinct was to shrink back as he listened to the words, letting them roll through his mind. The tone wasn't nearly as harsh as it had been durring the other times that the voice had spoken but the words. The words were something that he would never forget. They would echo throughout his mind until he could properly understand him. He would, as this creature had told him, never forget.
Rather than follow that initial instinct he straightened himself out further, standing as proudly as he could. He wouldn't be looked down upon. He would be noticed and he would be so with his head held high.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:36 pm
He listened to the words of the large one as the other who had emerged before him was spoke to. Even though the words were not for him he would keep them in mind. the large thing had never said something that was pointless so whatever he spoke would be worth listening to.
As the black one's attention was turned toward him he tilted his head slightly and twisted his ears. Tarnish? It didn't have meaning to him other than this large creature said that was who he was. None of the other words made sense either but the tone made an impact non the less.
He would be strong, was strong, and would be everything this other said he would be. He could already feel it as his lips pulled back into a fanged grin. He flicked his wings causing the membrane to snap before he pulled them back to his side. His head was held up as he met the other set of dark eyes.
He would not let him down
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:50 pm
She was taken back by the harshness in his voice. Perhaps this stallion wasn't all she thought he was.
Dark ears flattened and she listened as he spoke. Torment? She didn't understand the name... he had explained the names for the two foals beside her, but why Torment?
Despite her curiousity, she nodded and remained quiet, fearful another squeak would come out from between her lips. The colts standing beside her seemed quiet and respectful, and Torment wasn't about to act up and receive yet another glare from this stallion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 6:01 pm
Plague was most definitely pleased, for the most part. The two sons had taken his words to heart, from the expressions they gave him, and stood proudly, awaiting his next words. Torment, on the other hand, seemed more obedient through fear than anything else...he would have to work with her on that. She should be obedient not only through fear, but by the knowledge that she was the weaker, he the stronger. He was the teacher, they all were the pupils. He would enjoy teaching them what he knew, and have them grow into a fine set of... beings. They were neither mutant, nor kalona. They were a breed of their own, and a strong one at that. They wouldn't fail him... he wouldn't let them.
"I am your Father, one responsible for creating you. Listen to what I have to say, and you will become greatness. Though you are brothers and sisters with each other, made of the same flesh and blood as one another, you are not friends. You will show no love, nor care towards one another. As of this day forward, you look after yourself, and yourself alone. That is your first lesson."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 6:36 pm
Others. What oth-- He turned his head slowly away from the creature. No, from Father. To his left he saw a darkness that seemed to surpass his own coat if only to be blinded by white, feathery wings. One... There was another? He turned to his left only to close his eyes against the bright shine of the other's coat. Was that what had blinded him?
No... Not that. It had been the orb up above. The thing that was making him so warm that his feathers ruffled to spread air throughout them in hopes of cooling his small body. He wanted the darkness back. His home... But it was not to be his anymore. Not from what the cre-- Father had said.
Love? Care? What were those words? What were any of the words that this large one was speaking? Taint. That was who he was. Father was the one before him. Should he have listened with more care to what this Father had said to the other two?
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 6:53 pm
The words meanings escaped him but again the weight of them was felt. "Fa.... Father." His head tilted slightly as he spoke. His voice was hoarse from lack of use from his time sitting quietly in the basket behind him.
Brothers and Sisters must have been the two to the side of him. The dark ones like Father. He snorted softly as he looked at them. They didn't seen important other than because Father had spoken to them and said that they were also his. Taint and Torment would only be important if they helped him learn from Father.
Turning his head he rubbed his nose against the short spikes growing out of his wings to get rid of an itch. He couldn't understand the meaning of the words, the feelings perhaps but not meanings, so he didn't find any reason to listen to them beyond tone until he did.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:24 pm
Torment stared at the older stallion, the odd expression on her face still there. She was puzzled... what did he mean?
Her head turned as she heard the white colt speak... how was he able to do that!? She wanted to try for herself, but fearful that the squeaks would come up again, remained silent. He was a vicious looking colt, with eyes so dark, they didn't even seem like they were even there. The other colt.. he didn't look so scary. His wings were light and pink, feathered like hers. He had a bright, happy looking marking on his side, and color around his eye.
That one must be Taint, Torment thought to herself. That's the one Father called disgusting.
She didn't understand what disgusting meant, nor the term Father, but it had been said in a tone which sounded rather negative, so Torment took it as something bad. She hoped she wasn't disgusting.
she didn't understand what friends were either, but made a mental note to herself to never get any. Hopefully, as the days passed, she would come to understand all these foreign words this Father of hers spoke of.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:47 pm
A growl escaped his lips as one black, cracked hoof scraped against the ground roughly. It had been a long time since he had been around foals; he had obviously forgotten how utterly stupid and unknowledged they were when they first started to roam the land. Nevertheless, he would be patient... it would be worth the effort in the end.
His eyes glanced over the foals, and the mutant contemplated what to do next. They were out, they were walking, and now... it would be time to eat. Although they seemed to be understanding the way their legs worked, Plague knew all too well they were far too young to hunt, even if it simply involved trailing their Father. So instead, he would go alone and bring back their first meal to try. It was never too soon to get them acquainted with the way of their breed, and their training would continue after they were able to understand more with the puny little brains they possessed.
"Stay here, all of you." He demanded, his voice firm and direct. If one should wander and meet their fate with death, so be it. One less to worry about, and two more to concentrate on. He wouldn't be gone long anyhow, before he could retrieve a small woodland animal, so he had no fear of a predator attacking the three in broad daylight.
Without another word, Plague turned and walked off, his massive black wings rising to shield the powerful sun from his eyes. Perhaps they could practice and learn some speech, while he was gone. It would take away some of the trouble of teaching it to them himself, if they could manage it. He shook his head and let out a sigh, the ache in his jaw growing stronger as the minutes passed on. The next few weeks were sure to drag on, having to teach basic knowledge. Why couldn't foals be born with at least some things already learned?
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:45 am
The fathercreature had left them. His words had been stern and the meaning was there, somewhere, even if it wasn't completely clear verbally. Either way, he had left them.
Good.
Taking a deep breath he flopped back down into his basket. Or, rather, he would have had something not caught his attention otherwise. A tiny p***k of pain jabbed his leg. What...? He leapt out of his basket as he caught sight of tiny black lumps moving around his hooves.
His wings spread to balance his body, keeping him from falling on his nose as he whirled around, glaring at whatever it was that had caused the pain. He snorted, pawing at one of them only to hear a crunch that seemed almost... Satisfying. That would teach whatever it was not to do that again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 4:04 pm
He only half listened to Father's words. Once his itch was resolved he noticed the same thing his brother did. There were small black things running around the ground after Father.
One of the things crawled over his hoof and he decided that it was horribly unpleasant. Head going down fast his teeth snapped around the soft body and there was a satisfying squeak followed by a crunch. He didn't quite know what to do with it now that it had stopped moving. Shaking the thing slightly he got an idea.
Setting the body down he put a hoof on the fat part and gripped the smaller end with his jaws. A good hard tug and there was another crack as the small bit came away in his mouth. Crunching down on it he decided that whatever it was tasted almost good. At least good enough that once he'd swallowed what was already in his jaws he went back to tear off another bit.
The end of his nose stained red with the some sort of red stuff that kept coming out of his meal.
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