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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 4:27 pm
Her laughter was almost bitter as she shook her head in the negative. "No... It is far harder to catch something that moves quickly with the swish of a tail or the toss of mane. The flames that I was born with are not as easily manipulated for the destruction of flesh... My brother, on the other hand, has hooves that burn with the fires of hell." Her eyes gleamed upon opening as she thought for a moment of the things she could do with the strength and power over the flames that he had.
She shook it off quickly, snoring once more as she turned towards the stallion. "Burning flesh has a most unpleasant smell anyways... And beyond that, most fear what they are unaware of even if it will not burn them. The see fire and think of death, destruction and damnation. For one reason or another it is embedded in their tiny minds to think so. They will live their lives never knowing what passions could have awaited had they only dared to tread closer to the danger that they feared; the thrill of a heart racing, breath heavy from a chase."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 9:32 am
Hooves that burned? He had to admit that her family intrigued him more every time he learned something new about them. While the idea of fire itself was intriguing, to be able to wield it with the hooves was ideal. He would have to search out this brother of hers at some point, or any other creature similar to them. Even if he could not become like them, it would do well to learn about it nonetheless.
He disagreed with her opinion of burned flesh. While he did not know what it smelled like, he was sure it would be appealing, at least to one such as himself. He was sure of it. Just the idea of it made him anxious to see it done but perhaps this mare wasn't one to do so. There were others like her right.. perhaps one that would be easier to manipulate.
He couldn't blame others for seeing death, destruction and damnation when it came to fire. If he had such a gift to wield, those are the very things he would bring forth from it. It seemed like such a waste to do anything else with it. "If I had fire at my disposal, I'd give them something to fear."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:24 pm
She laughed softly at that, golden eyes gleaming. "I have no doubt that you would... But I would say that you could give others something to fear now. Some fear crows, you know... Black winged angels of death. Is that what you are, Gabriel?" Her brow lofted slightly, smirk returning to her lips as she looked up to him. "Or are you something more?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:29 am
Most were too stupid to fear him. Most were too stupid to realize they were even in danger. How many have died because they wouldn't follow their instincts when around a Skinwalker or Kalona? How many had died at his father's hooves? He wondered how many could die at his own hooves. Certainly he had the tools that should be feared. The spikes on his tail and legs, the horns on his head. It seemed that when he was around others, his appearance never phased them. Were they stupid or had they simply become too comfortable? It was hard to tell. He knew that it wasn't enough. Even if he killed many, he would always stumble upon many more that would not think anything differently of him. Having fire.. fire to add to his many tools of destruction might be enough to have them feel fear upon sight. He wanted them to flee upon his arrival, not after he killed.
"I don't know what I am," he answered honestly. An angel of death sounded appealing enough but he really knew nothing about his angeni bloodline. To him, he just had extra wings. Perhaps he should pay his angeni brethren a visit. Maybe if he caused enough destruction, he would be cursed like his father. "And you," he finally asked the mare, "What are you in this life?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:55 pm
"What am I?" Her brow lofted slightly as she glanced at him for a moment, a grin curving the corners of her mouth. "I'm a nightmare. I make others uneasy to the point where they find themselves thinking of things they wish they hadn't, just like the bad dreams that come at night when they least expect it. I've made them tremble with frustration and, in some cases, with fear... I am what I make of myself just as much as I am what others view me as."
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