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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:17 pm
A pale figure drifted forlon along the plains as his head hung slightly and those eyes, those haunting black orbs of nothingness, were narrowed slightly in front of him. His cloven hooves treaded across the rocky terra while the tall grasses brushed and caressed against his sides yet even such a touch was numb and nor could the stallion even notice it. For it was the pain that continued to plauge him and the rapture that tormented his soul that left him without peace, rest and with little sanity.
He wasn't crazy persay- it was more appropriate, and true, to say that the ghostly-white stallion was conflicted both in mind and spirit.
And why was this, one may ask?
It was because of the darkness of his father, Reaper, and the bloodlust that the mutant possesed and desired that brought wroth and ruthless emotions to consume him- a thick darkness that doused over him and darkened within as he transformed into a malicious and ill tempered fiend just like his father.
Yet on the other hand, the light that he had been blessed with from his mother, Korrine, and with her compassion, affection and care was at a constant battle to vanquish the light and vise versa.
The battle within had always raged within his own soul since he had broken free from his basket and still it remained unceasing and ever present with that chilling voice that haunted, mocked and persuaded him to become like the very stallion whom he despised and feared.
He snorted and flared his nostrils as he stood upon a small hill that overlooked the plains and the outskirts of the land. Ezriel flicked his spaded and spiked devil tail as he pawed his right hoof into the ground and shook his head as the long locks of crimson mane whisped about while he pretended that such a thing didn't exist or rather never paid attention to them.
"Run, hide, live, die- there isn't a god damn choice I can make that will end all of this s**t is there?" He spat, flicking his ears back as he glanced upwards, looking to the sky for a moment as the suns rays caught an eerie glimmer from off of his horns and spikes that adorned his head.
He only wished that he looked less like his father- less scary and less frightening.
But such a wish couldn't come true. He knew it couldn't come true.
It was impossible.
Again he flared his nostrils and shook his head, turning around as he began to meander elsewhere. He had grown not to give a damn about anyone or anything unless it concerned himself or his family and it seemed that he was tired of being stared at and scorned softly about how he looked.
It was enough looking into the river or streams to drink and staring into his own reflection but having someone point out his feathers so obviously only made the pain worse.
He was complex and conflicted over such matters.
Ezriel headed towards a small patch of grass and lowered his head. There he began to graze and eat his fill as his attention was turned elsewhere yet all the while his ears listening acutely for those who sought to get the jump on him or get too close.
Damn it, he hated people who seemed so curious about his looks or scared getting to close!
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:43 pm
Luckily for Zevach, he'd been the quietest he'd every been since the moment he'd broken out from his basket.
Having been following the freakish stallion for the better part of the morning, his eyes had not once left his large spiked frame. What the hell kind of things spawned this creation of terror? If Eponine had seen this guy, well, Zevach doubted she wouldn't be able to studder out a word no matter how much she tried!
Creeping through the tall grasses and carefully watching each step he took on the rocky terrain he was fortunate enough to stalk silently after the brute....if one thing his parents had taught him was he had to be near silent in order to easily evade their watchful eyes. His father had ears like a hawk when it came to his foals....so between his attentive mother and he, Zevach could have been put at the level of a grand theif for their stealthiness. Pausing quickly as the stallion began to speak to himself and glanced up to the heavens, his own head took a glance up and saw nothing. Was this guy crazy too?
What a combination!
Zevach knew his father was a pretty great warrior, despite the fact he hated fighting when it was deemed uneeded...generally his philosophy was violence was only to be used when there is no other way to solve a dire situation. To protect the innocent.
Screw that!
What the hell was he supposed to do if someone was pissing him off, and words wouldn't cut it? He didn't want to be one with a bigger bark than his bite; so he was trying to get it so his bite was far worse than anything he would bark at! This stallion looked like he could have been a murderer! Yet the young colt knew better, he doubted a murderer could be so peaceful; were they not supposed to have that bloodlust father was always muttering almost neurotically about at night?
Smirking wildly, he could see that the stallion was alert by the upright and twitching ears....sneaking up any farther would be next to impossible at this point. So, the colt decided to do what he did best.
Leaping out of the grass and into the small clearing, he stood upright as tall as he could with his head held high and a scowl over his face. Even though he was nothing out of the ordinary, he quite had the scowls, growls and temperment of a Kalona.
"HEY! You! Thats right, you! You're going to train me! Unless those looks are only for show."
Chuckling cockily, he tilted his head in almost a sinister mannor of his tease, a look very strange coming from a colt as young as he.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:23 pm
Even before the sudden shout had erupted, Ezriel was very much aware that someone was following him. Yet at the sounding of the loud, demanding order for him to train him, the pale stallion clenched his jaws. His voidless orbs of nothingness narrowed with pure malice and anger whose level simply couldn't be acurately fathomed by any means, as he pawed at the ground with a cloven hoof and growled deep within his throat that sounded just as wicked as a Kalona.
Glancing to the side, the ghostly-pale stallion suddenly pivoted quickly around and lerched forwards as he curled his spaded-spiked tail around his body and, with tension and heightened fury, he suddenly lashed it outh and thrusted it against the side of the small colt.
He could feel the spikes easily slid across the skin yet the depths and extent of the damange remained unknown. Yet Ezriel was certain that he could feel the oozing, warm liquid to run from his spikes and taint his spiked devil tail. But he hadn't reached a level of satisfaction yet and this urge, this lust for blood and battle was something that he had never experienced nor encountered before. It was strange and something new but something tried to pull him back to reality yet that didn't stop him and he igonred it. There was a surge of bloodlust, a rush of unfathomable fury and need to teach the b*****d colt a good lesson and bloodshed should imprint and make it clear yet a swipe of his tail wasn't the end of it.
It was far from the end.
Drawing back his tail, Ezriel thrusted his weight into the small colt and suddenly swept his adorned head of spikes and horns against the side of the black and swirled colt as he jerked his head. His nostrils flared as crimson dripped down his forehead, a snarl escaping acorss his maw as a newfound sense of rage and despise coursed through his mutant veins.
With no interest as to the colts physical state and how it stood, the stallion pawed at the ground with vigor and emitted a rumbling warning.
"Lesson one: Leave me the f@!# alone or I'll be sure to f*#in' tear you apart and leave your innards for the Kalonas and scavengers to pick from. Lesson two: Why should I waste my time training a goddamn colt?" He spat with an acid tone. "
"I'd much rather beat you to a damn pulp, stomp all over you or eat you myself- f#!# that, I wouldn't eat you- you'd taste like s**t."
Eating the colt definately wasn't on his agenda and he certainly wasn't a Kalona and that was better suited for one who sought and craved meat to dispose of the damn colt. To think that he had the balls to order him to train him!
Hell no!
But there was a darkness, a strange and twisted darkness that had to give the kid some props or whatever the hell for having the audacity to demand training. He gave a small snarl and flared his nostrils.
He lowered his head towards the colt and directed his horns towards his very heart.
"I could pierce through your chest and kill you instantly- spearing your heart or making it painful by tearing through a lung or your neck and watching you suffer to get a single breath of air. Now tell me you little b***h what's your name and why on this goddamn green earth should I let you live or let alone train you?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:53 pm
Holy s**t.
This wasn't something Zevach had expected to happen, not in a long shot. Sure, father had told him and his siblings the dangers of some Soquili out in this world....yet for some unknown and utterly retarded reason Zevach declined to follow his father's advice. Now he was certianly going to pay for his insolence.
Screaming out in pain as the spikes embedded deep enough into his side (Luckily not deep enough to permanently damage some organs or muscle tissue!) Zevach felt his hooves slide along the ground from the impact as he desperately kept his ground; standing tall despite the burning sensation of air seeping into his wounds when the spikes were ripped out from his body.
"Damnit..."
The young colt hissed, oh how good it would have felt to cry at this moment, yet he pushed back the tears which threatened to crawl over his eyes. He'd followed this damned stallion all morning, and he wasn't going to f*#%'in back down now! He'd come too far for that s**t!
With eyes wide was the attack continued, the weight which slammed into his side definately sent the colt's balance out the window as he half fell before once more his flesh was torn open along his backside from those deadly looking horns on his forehead. Gritting his teeth so hard he was sure they would break any moment, his body hit the ground roughly as all the dark teal youth could do was gasp in pain. Christ....wounds sucked a**!
Snapping his head up to the mutant, he listened intently for once in his short life, even though his arrogance even in this dire situation still flared strong in his heart. He'd never once taken s**t from anyone in his life and he was getting the feeling that this stallion was the same way, if he didn't want Zevach to talk like he did to him, then Zevach sure as hell wouldn't give the same priviledge to this stallion despite the damage he'd done so easily to his small body.
"Do it then! Tear me to shreads and leave me to the god damned birds!" His tone and vocabulary quickly melded with Ezriel's, his eyes narrowed despite the obvious watery look from the pain. "Although you seem to be too busy moping to actually do anything productive!"
His words were quickly silence when the stallion hovered his horn right above his heart, now he wasn't the wisest colt, yet he knew that horn was long enough to do the job quite efficiently. This was not good. Not good at all.
Now all the stallion demanded was an explanation.
"SHUT UP!" He screamed, quite viciously, "JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" By now, a tear or two had seared across his cheeks, yet not from the pain, or sadness from his situation; no. They were tears of anger, of pure frustration that he couldn't do a single damned thing to protect himself or to save his f#*&'in life!
"Look at me, I'm normal....I'm as normal as a bloody rock! I can't fly, I don't have horns, or sharp teeth or the ability to change into things.....i'm nothing! I loathe you, you have everything, yet you look as if you don't even want it! You can fight, you don't have to take anything from anybody.....you can be whatever you want to be and ain't no one going to tell you that you can't!" He hissed, closing his eyes momentarily. "I can't....no one thinks I can be anything, everyone tells me of my limitations and that I am a nothing....f*%# I can't even do anything to make you stop saying s**t about me."
"I don't know what you'd get out of training me...but i'm going to do everything in my god damned power to proove them all wrong, because I know they are! Nobody knows the s**t i'll have to put up with my entire life if I don't get strong now!" The desperation in his eyes consumed his judgement, and with a swift move he grabbed onto Ezriel's horn with his teeth and held on as hard as he could as if he'd be able to stop it from sinking into his chest cavity as he cried out. "Train me, Please!!!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:17 pm
There was something strange about this colt that caused the darkness to become suddenly obliterated and vanquished for the time being. Looking into the young colt before him, Ezriel saw himself although, unlike the boy, Ezriel was plauged with being a monster that his own siblings seemed to fear and others cowered and shunned. But the colt- he envied him for the weaponry that adorned him and the spikes that protruded from his own flesh!
It didn't make sense.
The pale stallion flared his nostrils slightly as the lighter side of himself that he inherited from his loving mother, Lady Korrine, slowly surfaced.
Staring at him as he yelled and screamed outloud, Ezriel silenced and watched to his surprise as the boy let a tear or two trail down from his eyes- not sadness, not pain. But from anger, the frustration.
Ezriel knew that pain perhaps all too well.
"Normal? A rock is damn ordinary and can't do a f*%&ing thing to prove itself- you're not normal- sometimes its about being an individual and proving something to everyone, making it goddamn clear that you are something more than others think you are. Pft-" he snorted as he thrashed his tail behind him. "If you had any damn idea who I got these looks from it wouldn't be worth it- not to have people whisper and torment you all of your life. I don't have pupils- my eyes are a bleak nothingness full of darkness and even my own siblings fear me!" He closed his eyes, ears falling back.
It was true- sometimes he wished he didn't have his spikes or look like an image of his mutant father. But he was blessed with an assortment of weaponry and an adornment of horns which could defend himself and prove lethal to anyone who dared to test themselves against him. How could such a young colt experience what he had yet it was just the opposite?
"What are you doing to prove yourself to them? You can't expect greatness to come and just bite you in the a** and make you a contendor."
As the colt unexpectedly bit down upon his horn, Ezriel kept his head steady and pulled it away from his chest. He...he couldn't do it- not when the colt before him reminded him so much of himself when he was young. He wasn't one to take a colts life- no, that was something he would expect out of a Kalona or his own father but not himself- he wouldn't let himself fall to such a level.
Staring into the eyes of the pleading colt, Ezriel gave a nod of his head.
"Stronger, faster better- I'll do my damn best to teach you and train you. I don't know how good of a teacher I am but I'll do everything in my damn power," he replied with a reserved tone and an exhale from out of his nostrils.
His muscles relaxed as he stood there, raising his head slightly and furrowing his brows slightly.
"Name's Ezriel- what's your name kid?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:10 pm
Opening his eyes slowly in realization that he hadn't indeed been stabbed in the heart by the mutant, Zevach listened as Ezriel began to speak....and Zevach knew exactly what he was talking about. To prove that he was something, even in the face of adversity. He thought about those wise words over and over, it was as clear as day. If anyone was to ever take him seriously then he would simply have to make then see, instead of proclaiming it so!
Yet...who did Ezriel get these cursed, but blessed traits from? The colt couldn't even fathom a being with spikes, a spade tail and god knows what else on his body. If Ezriel looked the way he did, then his father must be a creature from the depths of hell itself!
"Prove myself? Well...." He spoke, letting go of the mutant's horn as he fell back onto his rump with a bit of a wince before stumbling up to his feel. ******** did those wounds hurt, the warm stickiness of the blood running along his pelt was a strange sensation; and the colt made a mental note not to let it happen again. "I'm fast, really fast! I'm always determined...everyone knows that. I got into a fight...but the the other's parents ended up stopping it. She's apparently some great egyptian warrior....who...." He gritted his teeth, still obviously seething by the comment, "Who said I would never ammount to be a great warrior."
Oh, he'd show her up, he'd show everyone!
Yet that was when he heard it. Those magical words that instantly left the colt awestruck. "R-really!? Seriously!!??!?" It was almost as if the wounds had completely vanished from his thought as he couldn't help but leap into the air with a hollar, Oh what a glorious day this turned out to be!
He would be stronger....strong as Ezriel!
He would be faster.... faster than his own father!
Better than any damned soul that dare try and challenge him!
Wincing once more with a bit of a pained gasp as he landed which upset his wounds, he smirked victoriously as his tail twitched with dire aticipation and pure excitement.
This would be amazing!
"I'm Zevach...." he stated proudly, yet he didn't realize was the meaning behing the name which his father had given him. It had dual meanings....Sacrifice, and Slaughter. Twilight had known this when he named the colt....yet if only he knew the path which the colt was beginning to veer to.
"And....you lie, Ezriel." The young colt said seriously as he took a step forewards and looked up onto the void where his eyes should be. "I see something. It may be dark....but there is a gleam. Its really easy to see when you take the time to look for it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:50 pm
For several moments Ezriel stood there as he knitted his brows as he still seemed surprise to see so much of himself within the young colt. It was strange yet the young stallion found a defined likeness between himself and Zevach as it made the corner of his maws curl slightly in a meager smile. His ears flicked upwards, tail swaying behind him as he listened: fast, determined, a brutish brawling nature- without a shadow of a doubt Ezriel was sure that he could mold the young colt and help him refine himself into the stallion he sought to become.
But at the mention of some filly he had made a row with, Ezriel chuckled deeply and shook his head. "Pft- Egyptian warrior? I don't have a f@#$ing clue of what that is but I'll tell you one thing; She probably doesn't even know what a warrior is and for her to say such a damn-tastic excuse and say you can't amount to become a greater warrior is bull s*#$!"
Egyptian warrior.
What the hell were kids coming up with? Even at the mere thought he shook his head and flared his nostrils with a snort, pawing once at the ground with a cloven hoof.
"No one knows your own capabilities but yourself- remember that," he commented with a low, reserved and slightly gruff tone.
To the young colts display of victory in having the mutant give in, Ezriel rolled his eyes slightly and sighed. He'd never taught anyone anything and this would be a first. He wasn't worried, rather he was quite curious to see what the young colt would become and which path he would commit to and tread upon.
He nodded his head. "Zevach. Suites you well."
But as the colt neared and called him a liar, Ezriel furrowed his crimson brows and simply stared at the colt as he peered into his orbs. The young stallion wasn't sure what to do so he simply pursed his lips slightly, waiting. And then it came-
His eyes were dark but the colt had pointed out that their was...light?
Ezriel gave a soft laugh and shook his head.
"It had me fooled- most people don't take time to look," he replied wth a simple shrug of his shoulders. Glancing around slightly, Ezriel gave a snort and glanced down towards the colt.
"Lets get the hell out of here- your lessons start now."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 3:02 am
"Okay!" Zevach chided happily, of course he was aware that no onw knew nothing about him....only he. Only he knew his strengths, weaknesses, and capabilities. Yet the way Ezriel spoke demanded authority, and that you better damn well listen to what he said! The colt took his every word with eagerness and excitement, he was hooked and wanted more.
He'd taken the initiative to get the training from in his eyes one of the best teachers around, and now he'd become a face to be recogned with! Zevach would be a widely known name by the time he finished with Ezriel.
Yet what he said next shocked the colt.
His lessons started...now?
Pausing for a moment to make sure he'd heard that right, his eyes once more lit up in a blaze at the thought as he near galloped ahead, zipping past Ezriel and sticking out his chest proudly. God damned he had to be the luckiest boy around!
Looking back to his mentor, a question rung in his mind. Actually, there were a few things he'd like to know about his mentor.
"Ezriel....who did you get your looks from? I know your father...but....you know....what was he? Was your mom scary too?" Sometimes Zevach thought his mom was angry when she became annoyed, or had to scold one of them when their father wasn't around. Yet if Ezriel looked like the way he did, well his parents must have gave them nightmares!
"What are we going to do first?"
Came his second and more sought after reply, would they start right on battle techniques? Would they need to train first to get his strength up? Maybe he'd, well, he didn't know what was in store for him....yet even the still bleeding wounds on his back wouldn't stop him now. Oh no, once Zevach had started something; he'd finish it or die trying!
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:08 am
Those voidless orbs of plain nothingness narrowed, watching as the small colt galloped ahead with his posture suited proudly almost demanding respect and a display of a proud, anxious attitude. A small, fragmented smile curled upon his maw as the stallion chuckled softly to himself. But it seemed that before his thoughts could be gathered, Zevach's curiosity about his 'mentor' was pending questions.
For a moment Ezriel pursed his lips slightly, continuing to walk as his orbs fell towards the ground in thought. His parents? No one had ever asked about his parents or where exactly his looks came from!
"Well," he began, the same low and reserved tone coming forth. "My father is said to be cursed, a fallen angel or somethin' of the likes I guess. I've never seen him before but my mother has told me that he has wings, a spaded tail just like me and has spikes all over his body. Actually- I've heard rumors that I look exactly like him except for the spikes and wings." His shoulders shrugged as his lips pursed once more. "My mother is beautiful- she's not scary looking at all. She's normal but is just pure black. Nothin' out of the ordinary."
As his train of thoughts and mind came around again, Ezriel continued walking towards the small coursing river that snaked through the open plains. Glancing back towards the colt and to his bleeding wounds, the stallion exhaled as he stopped at the edge of the waters.
"First we're gonna take care of those wounds," he replied as he lowered his spaded tail into the water. The spikes scraped and stirred up the mineral and nutrient rich silt from the mud as it collected and slopped upon his spaded end. Feeling as the tail became heavy, Ezriel slowly pulled it upwards. The dark, near black mixture of silt and mud was a good remedy to prevent infection and to seal wounds rather well to allow healing time. He had once seen another soquili use the same technique and had adopted it as his own.
"This mixture of mud and silt will help heal and seal wounds. It may hurt like hell but its worth it," he spoke as he swayed his tail closer to the colt and, withe precision and caution, slathered it upon the wounds.
"Once it dries will begin a lesson on tactics."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:11 am
"Cursed?" The colt blinked in fascination, unlike his brother Marius he did have the ability to be expressive, social and of course kind. He really was a child at heart, despite the cold and mature front he put out for others that did make him seem quite stuck up and prideful. All Zevach had wanted out of his short life was to be respected, and seen as an equal to all. He loathed being seen as anything less, for he knew that anyone could do any damn thing they wanted in life if they strived for it.
Avidly listening to Ezriel, his eyes widened at his story....to have such a father with that repultation must have been very difficult for the stallion before him in his youth. Siblings like he did, having to fear for his life on a daily basis....at least he did have a beautiful mother, and that made the colt smile.
His momma was beautiful too, god did he miss her.
"Your family....aside from your dad doesn't sound bad at all. Seems like they really love ya. I'd like to see them someday....and your momma. I feel the same about mine too." He confessed, a smile on his small maw.
After making the mental note to go home for a while once his wounds looked half decent, Zevach was a bit confused when Ezriel spoke of fixing his wounds. Following obediently, he waited to see the elder do his work; a rather fascination procedure. Yet as the stallion said, Zevach cringed as the mud was applied to his wounds; making a face but holding in his cry of pain.
He didn't want to seem weak infront of his new mentor.
"Tactics...?" He echoed, a bright grin crossing his face; finally, training! Soon forgetting about the pain like most children did when offered something exciting, his tail flicked eagerly as he bounced out of the stream. "Are we going to be doing secret battle strikes, or sneaky sneak attacks?? Ohhhh, about how to kill someone in a single move!?" His ruby orbs lit up like the morning sunrise, all the possibilities!
"D'ya think we'll be fighting at all today Ezriel?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:17 pm
The stallion managed to give a small, scattered smile as he glanced towards the young colt. "It has its ups and downs- its just a bit too damn hard sometimes with everyone either on edge and fearing the same threat. But they do love me but sometimes its hard to decipher emotions and thoughts of my siblings." He chuckled to himself lightly.
"I'm sure you'll see them one day." As the comments were made and spoken, Ezriel was still curious of one thing. "So," he began as his crimson brows knitted slightly. "Why the hell are you stray from your family? Conflict? Or just needed some space?"
A few moments passed as he waited for the silt and mud to dry over Zevachs wounds and all the while the stallion seemed to look out towards the open plains and the mountains. Somewhere his father was reaping destruction and havoc- and soon Ezriel would meet with him and speak with Reaper of his decision and ask him several questions that had perplexed his mind yet he pushed them away and shook his head to himself.
But it seemed that before his mind could rummage again, Zevach's enthusiasm of training seemed to jostle his train of thought.
Ezriels' brows knitted as he watched the colt leap from out of the stream and bounce around in a spazzy fashion. For several moments words couldn't come to him and he simply snorted and grumbled, closing his eyes and muttering to himself. But he soon got over it and gave a nod of his head as his eyes leveled with those of the young and voracious colt.
"Yes-," he flatly stated. "But before you can fight you have to learn techniques and manuevers in battle. What happens if your opponent strkes you in your blind spot and you fall to the ground- what would you do? How would you attack him and gain the upper hoof?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:25 pm
"I hear you..." Zevach grumbles, a snarl curling up on his darkened teal maw. "Siblings are never any good; at least the ones who shouldn't be. Marius....that idiot.Don't get me wrong; I love one of my siblings....yet Marius should just disappear!" Pausing and dropping his head in a bit of shy embarrassment, the colt bit his lip gently before speaking once more as this time a more truthful confession. "What hurts the most is he never gave me a chance, he's been judging me since day one when he never even took the time to even get to know me. N-not that it matters! Screw him....but I bet my parents and my sister would rather not have us at each other's neck every time we meet."
Sighing once more, Zevach followed his mentor's gaze out into the fields as he spoke. "Things aren't well. My brother....well; I told you about my brother. My mother is kind yet Marius is always leeching off of her so I never get to see her unless its with him too. My sister Eppie is always off and about....and then my father...." He colt paused, seeming to house anger towards his sire. "He once was a nomad...he got to see the world helping people and stuff; he was a great warrior. Yet, he wouldn't let me do so....he always tries to put a stop to anything I do and is too foolish to see that things can't always be resolved peacefully! We don't share any similar views, and for that he doesn't see me as the son he wanted..."
Scowling deeply on his small knitted brow; he shook his many voraciously before trying to smile despite the pain he had seeping into his chest. At least his wounds were healing under the mud and leaves. Thinking hard at what Ezriel had to see; he was curious to what would be the right answer. "Well....hmm. If i've fallen.....i'd attack his legs! Try and get him on the ground so he doesn't stomp on me?" Zevach smirked, before durking low to the ground and making to mock kick towards Ezriel's legs as he guaged if that would actually work; which by his own standards it looked like it would!
"Is that it?" He asked curiously, looking up to the stallion with admiration in his ruby orbs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:45 pm
Yes.
It seemed that Ezriel knew all too well. He too had encountered that pain of having a sibling that seemed to simply judge and avoid him- never giving him a chance for the reason that he looke so strikingly similar to the stallion who both he and his siblings feared. Meera always strayed far away from him and kept to herself and Dante and that ill feeling seemed to stir horrible thoughts and interpretations within the confines of his very mind. Was he a monster? Was he so horrible that even his own sister or even his whole family was repulsed by him?
It was something that made his teeth grind and even the answer was still unknown though the only on whom he was sure that still considered him 'normal' and showed affection towards him was hi own mother- a blessed comfort.
The stallion nodded his head. "Don't let it fuel your anger- you won't get anywhere and it will consume you. Some things in like will make you wish the worst...but its not worth a damn ounce of your energy and time," he mused, voice low and reserved while his crimson brows knitted slightly.
He became a silent listener once more as he nodded his head while the small colt spoke. It seemed that his family was quite diverse with personalities- strange somehow, really. Though not every sibling was the same nor was bound to be the same it was a that Ezriel quite didn't have a grasp on as each sibling wore a mask or used a device to keep to themselves and far away from others. As for the father issue- it was yet again another concept he quite couldn't relate to. To him Reaper wasn't a father and didn't exist in his life. Reaper was more like a nightmare and a demon whose lust for obliteration of his own 'mistaken' flesh and blood seemed almost like a waiting game; who would make the first strike? Would he live or would he die? So many questions!
He brushed off the father topic as the desire not to get into the matters were forgotten or more so blockaded. Thus he waited for the right answer- ears flicking as the small colt began to give an explaination.
Ezriel gave a simple nod of his head and a flare of his nostrils. "Try to make his legs buckle and pull him to the ground- the last thing you want is to be made into some damn stepping stone and trampeled all over. You actually know your stuff," he commented. Void-less orbs seemed to draw over towards the open fields while he could fear that inner demon, those inner desires whisper to him- calling and pulling him. He pursed his lips, nostrils flaring as his spaded, spiked tail swayed side to side.
"I think that's enough for today- you need to have a hell of a rest and I need to take care of some...things," he announced, glancing towards the small colt.
"I'll come find you again and you won't have a hell of a clue when it will be."
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:09 pm
"Don't let him get to me...." Zevach echoed, letting his eyes fall down when the stallion eyes fell to him. He knew damn well that Marius was one of the main reasons he was so angry all of the time, every single word that rolled off his brother's tongue struck with amazing aim his weak spots in his temper and before he knew it his blood was boiling and his eyes blazing with a angry flame. "Its....just hard! He knows exactly what to say to get me riled up. But....if you say so....I won't let him get me angry." So it wasn't even worth his time, that actually made the colt feel, well, important! Grinning a bit proudly, he puffed out his chest and could only wish he was taller like Ezriel so they could stand side by side.
Proud, Strong and determined....how effin' cool would that be!?
Nearly lighting up with the absolute most glee he'd ever felt; Zevach was sure this would be the feeling of having a parental figure actually be proud and impressed! Since his stupid father did nothing like that for him, he was ecstatic! "I do? I do! It comes naturally....it just seems to be embedded information in my mind!" He grinned, tossing his short mane back and trotting around before receiving the news.
He was being tested.
"I won't know....whoa! I'll...I'll get stronger! You'll see! I'll train till I can't train no more and then some! When you come find me again; you're going to be proud and excited....I'm going to give you a run for your techniques!" Zevach smirked, before nuzzling his cheek up against Ezriel's chest....blinking; he quickly stepped back from the affectionate gesture and stood proud.
"I won't let you down....and Ezriel? Thanks for everything. Really." The colt turned and ran back into the woods; knowing the trip home would be long. "See you soon!" He called back, before disappearing into the darkness.
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