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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 1:54 pm
 "Perhaps."
It had been a quiet statement to the questioning winds, the strong and yet at the same time, feminin voice had danced on the airs, as the sound of light footfalls and the faint tingles of what sounded like glass on metal. It had been awhile since the youthful and highly energetic filly - who had since grown into a strong, tall, but yet still brimming with energy and constantly question and challenging the basic rules of life - had been to this clearing. As she took a rest from her long trek, she could only think of two things whilst peering down into the clearing.
The families she left on her adventures had grown; but yet, nothing had really changed at all. Infact, to be honest, she herself had changed the most. For one, she could see more from her height - no more issues with any jumps or hills, no more getting stuck travelling for hours; her infinite 'wisdom' childhood had given her made things easier.
Making sure the mares with wandering taking their rests on this fair evening (To think, the fillies who I saw being herded by their mothers could now be the mothers hearding their fillies, with their sharp words and ideas passed down just one more generation..) she waited another few short moments before opening her mouth, and rebelliously stating one short, and yet, childlike statement.
"COME out, come out, wherever you are~"
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 3:31 pm
The once silent and distant colt had grown.
Unlike the small and rather frightening colt he once was, Ezriel had matured growing rather tall as the same stature as his father, Reaper, and was built with muscles, brawn and strength. That deadly, spiked devil tail and adorning horns atop his head only became more menacing and those eyes- those soul-less orbs of blackest-black seemed to hold faint light. To some he was still eerie and strange but, to Ezriel, he didn't give a f#$%.
With his body, the inner battle between dark and light had intensified as well and often left the stallion seething with anger, confusion and toiled emotions. He knew more about himself though there will still so many questions he wanted answers to and ot understand. And currently, the stallion was venturing off into the thick shadows and eveloping darkness to find a certain figure whom he would give his final answer to and ask the questions that had never fled from his mind. He was looking for his father, Reaper. And why? It was only several days ago that his mutant father had given him a choice: to be spared and stand alongside his father and to be an heir to his legacy or to die alongside his family. It wasn't much of a choice yet Ezriel felt that he knew his answer while, still, his mind was conflicted over it.
Stay with his family or be with his father?
Ezriel loved his family dearly but his father- Reaper was so much like himself and no one knew the truth and reality behind him. There was something...a strange yearning to learn about his fathers past as he understood most of the pains that Ezriel still didn't understand or fully comprehend. Would learning more about his father help the stallion better gain an edge or advantage in protecting his family?
But he couldn't leave his family with no defense! Dante wouldn't be able to stand up to him and Meera still seemed a mystery as to what she would do and he couldn't let his father attempt to kill them or his mother. But if he stayed, who would fight against their father or stand between them?
Ezriel continued to drift like a lost soul thorugh the dakrness until a familiar voice seemed to echo through the area with a piercing audible tone. His ears flickered as his voidless orbs glanced around catching a shine of something metallic or glassy.
His crimson brows knit as he snorted slightly, venturing closer.
"Just damn-tastic...I couldn't have been spotted, could I?" He muttered slightly and shook his head. Those long, crimson locks of hair whisped above the ground as he drew nearer still.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 6:15 pm
Truely she hadn't expected for someone to answer in this dark, and yet moonlit night. But the call that had returned to her was one that she had become familiar with - a voice that she had held since she was a filly. Well, one of a set of two she had held since she was a filly - the nightfilled one, the one that had saved her from dangling for an eternity in a mess of vines. Sheer excitement bit at the top most of her throat, beckoning to let itself be released in any word. A sound would do also.
Flipping her head left and right in a quickened sense, her three sets of eyes widened in pursuit of the owner of the voice, hoping that it wasn't just travelling and possible lack of sanity calling to her. It had only taken her a short moment before the moon aided her in it's mystical way, bouncing off the pure white pelt as he made his way towards her. It was almost a relief for her, seeing an old friend after returning from god knows where, it made this night feel much more real, beyond the surreal tones of having come back after swearing to leave this place. It was a horrible place, but it had an air of home, being the first place she actually made friends, and her father was situated in the area... so she was always accidentally intending on returning.
As he made his way closer to her, she could almost sense that he had grown to be a very respect-given Soquili, the large and very sharp spikes protruding from him in every which way, as they did as a foal. Memories of dangling only moments away from her doom on spikes if she fell, she gave a very small shudder, before reminding herself it hadn't been for them, she would have been there forever.
Placing a smile on her muzzle, she regarded him from her spot. "It is a shame, old friend, but I think it's safe to say you're somewhat of a beacon on such a bright moonlit night, you almost glow. But it's great to see you again."
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 4:54 pm
Why had he returned? Why had he come back? Aside from the longing to see his mother and Glamrock, the stallion hadn't a clue in hell on why he found himself meandering into the darkness of the night, the very place where he had stumbled upon a poor filly who had haphazardly trapped herself within the ensnaring vines and foilage. Because of his spikes, Ezriel had at least freed her from the long suspension and reunited the filly with gravity once again. Oh yes- even the thoughts of such a strange but pleasing encounter made him crack a small smile across his black maw.
The light above from the full moon only forged him to appear more eerie and scary as the stallion drifted much like a ghost through the night. A brisk breeze seemed to caress against his face as he tensed slighty while the wind seemed to carry a familiar voice which caused his ears to flicker and his gaze to glance about.
"I know that voice," he mumbled to himself, his void-less orbs searching for a familiar face. Ezriel treadeded deeper and deeper, looking and scowering to find that familiarity that he was sure was present and as he came closer he saw three distinct eyes and a strange lured tail.
Yes.
He was sure he knew who it was now.
Ezriel managed to smile a bit wider with relief and actual surprise- how he had managed to run into her again seemed like a strike of luck or perhaps something else. The two of them were misfits and the 'black sheep' of society and herds but neither of them seemed to give a damn and he liked that.
"I was hoping I'd lose my lustor, maybe I'd better dirty myself up with mud just to lay low," he chuckled, approaching the mare as he stopped to keep a friendly and comfortable distance between them. "Never imagine I'd have a snowballs chance in hell of meeting you again- its...great to see you again, Tal." Never had the mutant expected to see the same face twice- he imagined that once he met them they would keep far away from him but seeing Tal once again was comforting and refreshing from the many faces of those who had no sense or respect for others- besides, Ezriel was tired of kicking tails and fighting to prove a point.
Life seemed rather boring and tense with all of the things that had happened between he and his father.
And that was a different story.
"What brings you here of all palces?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:30 pm
His answer only sealed the deal for the Mare, as her tail automatically started to drift over the somewhat low grasses of the land, the bright green lure-light bounding off the excess moisture, leaving the ground almost glow with light of it's own. How good it was to see that he, too ha survived what felt like an eternity of youth, haivng shed the guise of a colt and becoming a full Stallion. It was by luck that she found both of them in this little clearing, first Dante, and now his brother, and her second true friend, Ezriel. They always had been so different, and yet the same, ever since she met them. But she wouldn't tell them that.
"I would think that many would feel sorrow if you lost your lustre, Ez, the world would be a less wonderful place. Many would mourn the death of a wonderful coat." She stated, teasingly as her muzzle scrinched up and her jagged smile stretching back. Whereas Dante was akin to a youthful foal, learning from her, someone she could convey everything to, Ez was a friend in arms. Someone who she could easily tease and get in tenfold. "It is good to see you again, though, I agree. Even if you've definitally outgrown me by a fair amount, but I cannot complain. I just will always be able to climb through smaller caves than you."
When he asked her the question as to why she was back in tihs little area, she asked it herself, to herself. It was something she always questioned herself, why she always came back, hoping and wondering if she would see two pale pelted creatures still skittering across this horrible plain. Part of her expected to find the same foals, still small and vulnerable to live and it's vices. Although she was not far off in some aspects, she was pleased with what she had come back to.
"Hm, hnm. I don't believe in fate, I think everything happens for the amusement of things beyond us, but we still have rites. So. I'm going to go with, I'm here, and I was hoping that things would see things my way for a chance." She answered, before continuing her little tale. "It's always good to retrace your steps from the past, you'll find things and.. soquili that you thought you'd lost forever. I made a promise to a couple of colts when I was younger, even if they didn't know, that I'd see them again. And lo and behold. Things are looking up." she answered, before looking at him with playful skeptism.
"So, what do I owe the graces for your arrival to this moonlit hellhole? I've no tree to be helped from this time."
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 11:30 pm
The stallion couldn't help but smile just a bit wider, crimson brows knitting as he shook his head with a small chuckle. "Oh? It has its pros and cons- maybe I'll keep it on for just a little longer before I dirty it up," he mused with his all too typical reserved and slightly low tone except a small hint of a change, perhaps something noticeable from the time he had rescued her from the ensnaring vines so long ago, could be noted.
"But you can't hold me to it," he added. "A little dirt never hurt, right?"
Tal was right and he nodded his head. It was good to see the mare again and both had growned into young adults and their lives seemed to only to begin to unfold. Rather than being the small foals they onc were, it seemed that there were so many doors opening and so many directions that the individual could choose to follow. Where they would end up and who they would meet or find was always a mystery but, as luck would have it, they managed to cross paths once more and that in itself was a treat. Ezriel must had done something right for the fates and spirits to give him a break.
It was about damn time too!
Teeth showed as the mutant smiled a bit wider. "Well if I need to go into a cave I think I know just the soquili to ask- god knows that if I try to attempt to squeeze into a cave I'll get stuck and have a hell of a time trying to get out. And if I die then who will you have replace me?"
Like always, the stallion found himself to listen to the words of the mare as thoughts mused within his own mind. And a sudden recollection of the promise that she had made to him and even his own brother, Dante, made him nod his head as his spaded and spiked tail swayed behind him. He had once heard that everything happens for a reason and the logic of fate seemed to be thrown out the window and replaced with a simple reasoning that it was meant to be. His brows arched slightly.
"Sometimes I try to avoid retracing my steps and not think of anything of the past- but it seems that the more I fall away from the past it continues to follow me," he admitted, ears flicking about as his lips pursed. "Call it fate, call it chance or luck, destiny even, everything has a purpose and a reason."
Ezriel tilted his head slightly as his void-less orbs narrowed towards her. "Seems we both kept our end of the bargin."
And as for himself? Well- did he exactly have a reason?
"Mindless wanderings- why I decided to come back to this moonlit hellhole is beyond me. Maybe its my damn conscience or maybe its something calling me here- whatever it is its good to know that I'm not alone," he replied. "I've been meaning to speak with my mother...I guess my hooves were taking charge this time without me realizing it."
He didn't like to think of how long ago it was since he had last seen her as there was a little part of him that seemed panged at the thought and realization of such a thing. Ezriel had so much to tell her- so much he wanted to vent, thing he wanted to yell about and that part of him that, whether he'd admit it or not, that wanted her comfort and love- the same love that he was given ever since he was born. The stallion was tired of having to fight his way through the world and past every challenge with the uneasy stares of others seemingly almost as if the eyes could pierce through him. Judgement was unceasingly passed over him and the mark of the shunned and despised seemed to fill every individuals logic except for those who had come to know him.
Although the darkness and inner demons sought to be released and seek vengence, he tried his hardest to contain them.
There was so much more to speak of but it was best he saved it for his mother.
With a shake of his head, the stallion shrugged his shoulders and exhaled out of his nostrils, searching for something else to speak of.
"Are you here to see your family? Are they well?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 7:05 pm
With a crook of her bizarre muzzle, she gave hima look that meant only that she herself, even, was unsure. Raising her eyebrows, she looked directly t him as she went to answer him about his final statement, it was sometimes easier to answer backwards. Like getting out of a foxhole. "It pains me to want to say yes to those questions, Ez, but regretfully I haven't seen most of my familiy since foal-hood. The only one I know personally is my father-unit, Jack. And that's on far and few between good days - I guess it's what I get for travelling the countrysides. Not remarkably family orientated. Alas." The words were almost saddened, but the strange voice that emitted with barely a movement of her muzzle was firm and almost unshakeable - she knew she had chose this lifestyle from a very young age - even if there were sacrafices and complications. Hell if her dad did it..
"I think it's safe to say mindless wandering has twice the victims as normal tonight, I had thought to myself how long it's been since I came around here, and lo and behold, I found what I had been looking for. You start to miss friends when you're alone in the wild." She really was starting to talk like the midnight brute she followed as a filly. Shaking her head, she continued. "It's very nice to take a break from travelling and catching up though - not with just you, but Dante also, so I think it's been a good night." Something deep inside made her wonder what the reaction to his brother's name would gain from the larger white Stallion, her features softening up as she kept her gaze on him.
It amused her to watch how the brothers reacted to certain things. Even when she was a foal, watching how others reacted to different tones amused and thrilled her, she liked knowing how others ticked, and with these two, it was like a pleathora of answers - each with their issues and worries, each a new chapter when she saw them. Maybe that's why she came back around all the time, being a crutch for their worries and problems, the ear they talk into and the 'voice of reason' beyond parental kindness. To her, they were like the siblings she never met. Yes, maybe that was why she cared so much. They were her 'brothers', in spirit, atleast, she supposed. But telling them would be a totally different option, something she wouldn't look at doing quite yet.
"I think the past is something to hold dear in your heart, and head. Without it, we'd constantly keep fumbling up on the future, repeating what we promised to never do again from the past. But that's what I think." She stated, changing the subject and shooing the other from her mind now - it wasn't quite the right night to be thinking about family.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 7:48 pm
It was strange in a sense- that realization that he too had walked upon that same lonely and forlorn path that had driven him out of contact with his family. Yes, it was his own choice he had made but along with his inner demons and the fears concerning his own father, Reaper, that decision to wander about like a lone vagrant seemed better than staying solitary and isolated in one place. Without a shadow of a doubt the stallion had begun to believe that his father was constantly watching him and after his run in- well, it seemed all too clear that his father wanted something from him.
No, Reaper wanted much more. His father, Reaper, wanted him to join alongside him and become an heir to his legacy and follow in his path. Those memories were so clear- so vivid and even Dantes cringes and near tears of fright were still sealed within his memory.
For now he simply listened, holding back the topic which he could only trust to tell the rather strange yet comforting mare yet it seemed before he could a familiar, too familiar, name was spoken.
"Dante?" His pale, white ears perked upwards as his crimson brows furrowed.
The last time he had even seen his own brother was with the encounter with 'daddy dearest' and hearing that his own flesh and blood was still very much alive and untouched by their father made him feel a little relief. Although that question at the back of his mind continued to wonder if he was somewhat stable or had simply lost a bit of sanity after facing their father. Perhaps that was something better left to judge if he ever ran into him again- Dante was hard to find surprisingly and it seemed that their paths once again had yet to cross.
As she continued talking for the moment, those questions were pushed back into his mind as he nodded his head. "The past is something I can't get rid of or something I can just suddenly forget like a bad, damn dream. It means something but I guess I haven't had that moment of realization yet," he mused, lips pursed slightly as his spiked, spaded tail swayed behind him. "I suppose the past will make sense to whatever mess and damn fate of destiny will bring but for now I'm not payin' close attention to it."
He was lying and certainly Tal could see through that. Ezriel was paying attention, he was more alert that ever and wrapped about with the choices placed before him concerning the fate if he would be left to live and stand by his fathers side or die trying to save his own family. What a choice!
The stallion shook his head and gave a slight flare of his nostrils, trying to ease off of that subject and not lead into it much even though he was sure in a matter of minutes he would be questioned about what he had spoken of or what lies were covering up another hidden meaning and trouble. But his mind then seemed to click back upon the subject he still remained curious about.
Dante.
"You saw Dante a while ago? How is he?" Those void-less orbs seemed to narrow with curiousity, a paw subconciously pawing into the ground below. "He's not too jumpy, skiddish and terrified of life...is he?"
He couldn't help but ask.
Somehow he imagined Dante huddled on the ground, rocking back and forth and terrified of the thought of their father even more after their encounter. If that was the case then Ezriel was certain he needed to pay his brother a visit and knock some comfort into him- not literally, ... well- maybe some tough love with a nudge, a n** or something but no bruising or bleeding would result of it.
Ezriel just couldn't bear the thought of his brother simply petrified and unmoveable all because of his father.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:44 pm
He was right, she was seeing almost right through him, but never took the initiative to query into the strings he was tying up so that he could get away with what he had to say. It made her curious, why the brothers were so skirtish about certain things recently - although they were always a bit skirtish, even as colts, but they had their reasons. The father-unit of theirs always had them on the tips of their hooves, and to this day, it still crawled under the skin of the mare, making her wish ill things on that creature's shattered soul. She swore to herself when she was younger, if she ever met that brute, she'd let him hear her mind, and it wouldn't be pretty. She was sure it would have "Die" and "Fire" in a sentance. Attempting to shake off the idea, she looked away from her friend for a moment to give a low, almost inaudible growl, whilst paying attention to him through audio tones.
Hearing him finally answer her with his own personal idea when it came to the past, she knew deep inside they considered the past to be two different entites, him and Dante never able to enjoy it for what it was, because it was horror to them, and to her, it was a lesson in every footfall. Chidding herself lightly, she turned back to him in time to hear him query about the other half of the brothers, eyebrows raising suddenly at his curiousity. More and more she worried for the two of them, curiousity deep within making her wonder how the third of this family, the daughter, reacted to daily life. She had only heard the brothers talk about the Meera-unit, always wondering what the third was like. Maybe she was sweet?
Cantering her head to the left, she looked ahead of them both, recalling her memory of earlier that day, meeting the slightly greyer brother. "Dante.." she started, before nodding. "Dante was the same Dante I recall from foal-hood, curious about everything possible in my little universe. But definitally seemed like there was something on his mind - I couldn't quite put my hoof on it - but there is something bothering him." She stated, her eyes grazing across the grasses that danced with the evening winds. "He seemed more skittish and unsure of himself than when he was younger, I'm not sure why though. It bothers me a bit." she stated, truthfully.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 11:10 am
Somewhere inside of him he could feel his own heart seemed to cry out- tired of being panged and forlorn with no comfort and no relief. Ezriel had ignored it and did nothing else but press onwards and fall numb to the pain but the ties of family somehow were growing and that need, that bond needed mending. It was hard for the stallion to explain (and perhaps in a way it was better left unexplained as such a subject could become confusing and hard for anyone to quite understand out of the logic of the stallion) but it was something that he needed to tend to. Although all of his life he had wandered by himself and done everything to try and keep himself alive and out of the way of Reaper it seemed that the onset fear of his father had dissapated mostly and had been replaced with a neutrality and a deadly mix of tension and that stubborn, straightforward attitude even. But other than that affair, he also had his share of turnouts and even a mare who he was helplessly falling head over hooves for.
And certainly that information he'd have to keep secret. If Tal knew who knows what would happen- Ezriel probably wouldn't hear the end of it or would have to endure a round of 'Q & A' that would seem to have no end.
The stallion had often thought of the mare as a sort of 'therapy relief' or the only mare who could intake he and his brothers problems and not run away from all of the information, fears and emotions that the two brothers harbored. Ezriel considered her he and Dante's 'therapist' and god knows with everything happening and soon to come he could only imagine that he'd need to speak to her so frequently that she'd require a fee! Speaking of which if that was to come and be set in stone he'd have to find things to repay her with.
Ezriel shook his head slightly and batted it out of his mind. He had other things to worry about at the moment.
Those pale ears flickered as Tal began to speak about his brother and his attention narrowed soley on the mare. For a moment it seemed normal and that Tal hadn't noticed anything or that her brother had managed to stay calm and not let the encounter with the dearest father jostle and rattle him even worse- well that was good right? But before Ezriel could settle on that fact it seemed that it wasn't so. Dante. Dante seemed worse? Okay so Ezriel should have expected that but along with what happened he was damn sure that he would need to explain just how it seemed that the stallion had become even more tense and bothered by the one who had haunted their dreams and their lives ever since they had stepped out from their baskets and into the world.
A small frown curled upon the pale stallions maw as Tal even voiced that it bothered her and with Tal being a close friend he couldn't keep her in the dark of the situation. Ezriels nostrils flared with a heavy sigh after he cleared his throat, that spaded, spiked tail swaying behind him.
"Damnit, I knew this would happen," the stallion grimmaced, lips pursed ever so slightly as his void-less orbs of blackest, black settled upon his good friend. For a moment he sighed again, having to think of where to start- well, Tal knew the begining and most everything about them. Perhaps it was best to start from how it happened? "When I was with Dante it seemed that we weren't alone- Reaper had been keeping tabs on Dante and I and finally he approached us. He- he wanted me to-"
It was hard enough to speak those words again and his fathers voice seemed nearly audible within his own mind, speaking the same words just as he did. "He wanted me to join him...and become his heir."
His muscle tensed as his posture stiffened, rigid and coarse as he closed his eyes. "He f@%$ing threatened me that if I don't join him than he'll kill them- he'll kill my whole family. Reaper kept saying that I was to be his heir, some heir to his legacy and join him." Ezriel shook his head as his teeth and jowls gritted together fiercely while his legs began to tremble. "He says he knows- he knows every damn thing which has inflicted pain and knows that same voice that has haunted me ever since I stepped out of that goddamn basket! I can't- I can't let him kill Dante, Meera, mom or Glamrock and her herd," he muttered rather loudly, as a cloven hoof drove itself into the ground and began tearing the turf about.
Those eyes had now fallen to stare at the ground as he breathed through his clenched jowls with a slight whincing and whimper. He felt cornered, trapped and simply helpless. How was he to outsmart his father? Either side led to destruction and decite and each end held consequences he wanted to have no part in.
Ezriel felt defeated, angry and lost.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 11:57 am
A dry look darted towards the elder of the brothers, pink eyes watching him as torment and burning words flared in his mind, and his emotions dropped like pennies from a ripped money purse in the middle of a windstorm - making his face contort and stretch almost effortlessly. Truthfully, it made the mare ill to see how her friends reacted to not each other, but the reality that their father was still out there. Cursing internally, her tail flailed back and forth once, her lure light glowing with effect, the green glowing colour bouncing around the field even stronger than before. Blast that light, she thought internally - it always gave her emotions away, even when she didn't want it to.
When he finally found his voice again, it was almost a shock to the Uni, as eyebrows rose and curiosity nipped at her ankles. But as he continued, she felt the normal emotion she held change and form into another that she was starting to get used to - hate. Unexplainable, unavoidable, unwarned hatred toward the creature known as Reaper - the reason issues like this came up, the reason why they were hurting so much. Gritting her teeth ever so slightly, she listened on, thinking of the many words she could assault the creature with.
"I wish there were questions I could ask, but instead, all I can think of is how worried I am about both of you." She stated, Looking down to her hooves, attempting to mask the hatred that glanced across her face. How DARE he, how dare that creature go near his sons, he did not deserve to even breathe the same air they did.
"Part of me wants to know what happened after that, though Ez. Did you tell him to go somewhere uncomfortable? Are you still mulling over it? Ah.. Did he hurt Dante?" The Last question had been hesitant - it took everything in her to not to stomp up to the horrible creature. "Neither of you are dead, and I'm sure Meera and your family are still well, so I can breathe easy, but I don't want to see any of you hurt, you be careful, alright?" She asked, frowning and folding her eyebrows in, attempting an angry and persuasive. She did not want them in any worse shape than what they were currently.
Softening up her looks, she turned away again, frown still burning on her muzzle, the green glow seeping out, akin to her tail. "B-But, I think you should really think hard about it - it is something you have to do Ez. If I were in your hooves, I'd be as stressed as you - honestly.. I wouldn't say yes - even though I would fear the rebuttal." she murmured, eyes darting around. "It is a heavy question, a heavy request.. but I could never thinking of hurting in spite, or hatred. It must be something he just swims in. Ugh. What a terrible life." She spoke, her body shivering in response to her even attempting to decipher what must go through his mind.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 10:49 am
His mind continued as the wheels within his mind turned, attempting to find a way out of the mess of horlicks and tangled webs that had been woven as wel as laid out to trap its ususpecting victims. But to Ezriel it seemed as if every path led to a dead end or a trap and somehow there would be consequences against him. Even he cursed under his breath as it seemed that the cards for he and his brother, even for their family, appeared to be not in their favor. Ezriel was certain there was no way to get around the situation nor could he avoid it- somehow he'd have to face it sooner or later.
The stallion bit his lower lip. Damn, the outlooked looked grim and still no thoughts of resolution to end the conflict or to deal with the goddamn issue had come to time. Even as Tal admitted that she was worried he couldn't help but tense slightly.
Again that sickening feeling came to mind with the thought that his father must know that he would win.
"I told him I'd tell him my decision in a few days," he replied, teeth nearly grinding together as he exhaled deeply through his nostrils. "I was so ******** sick of all of the hassle and tired of Dante having to cower in front of him that I told him I'd give him my decision soon." Thinking of how he could have yelled and screamed and unleashed his own tongue like a two edged sword against his father would have relieved some stress and pent up anger but all that he thought at that moment was to get away and to get Dante away from his father as well. Poor Date, Ezriel hated how he used fear to stifle and tormet his brothers mind.
Damn Reaper!
Ezriel smiled as best he could, giving a solemn nod of his head. "I won't let him hurt them," he noted. "Its just going to be between Reaper and me. If worse comes to worse and there is a fight, then I'll be the only challenger to face him," he thought as he swayed his spiked and spaded tail behind him. "No one else really has any damn tools to use against him and I think I can deal enough damange."
Those crimson brows shifted slightly, knitting and furrowing as he nodded. He didn't like either decisions but the stallion was certain that a 'neutral' or a lack of a decision wouldn't bode well with his father. "I'm still mulling it over- I just need to really think pretty damn hard about it. I- I don't want to be like him but then again I don't want to lose my family if I don't side with him. It feels like every direction is a ******** dead end."
Ezriel shook his head as his ears flicked slightly. It wasn't suppose to be like this- he never wanted this. And now it felt as if the whole world was thrown upon his shoulders.
"There's no turning back- I have to give him an answer or else I'm damn sure he'll really hurt them."
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