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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 1:38 pm
Snorting frozen mist, the icy blue stallion paused, head coming up as glowing eerie gaze drifted over the landscape. The stallion appeared to have walked straight out of the bowels of hell. Frost sparkled like crystalline dust on his frozen blue coat. Two long horns rose up from his skull to curl backwards over his crest, The surface of the iced bone scared and stained from ancient battles. Twin demon wings shifted at his sides, the tips wickedly sharp like icy needles. As if they would shatter on impact and release a deadly poison.
The frosted stallion stepped forwards once more, thickly furred tail snaking along behind. He left a line of frozen hoof prints, the ground instantly frozen solid and the grass and mosses sparkling within ice crystals. The fluffy tip of his tail brushed over a bush, and the leaves withered, crisping as they became encased in a fine layer of frost.
The stallion shimmered, an icy blue phantom in the shadows of the night. He moved without fear, casually striding across the land, leaving behind the frozen proof of his passing. He wasn't silent, the chains that hung from his phantom collar clinked with the hollow, brittle sound of frozen metal. They were luminous, semi-solid and though they sounded as if they were behind some kind of invisible barrier, them, and the ice stallion were very much in this world.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 2:56 pm
Thud. Clink. Swoosh. These where the sounds one made when walking, oh yes. To the very least, this was the sounds that she made when she graced the ground with her touch. The thud from her hooves, the clank from her accessories, the the swoosh from general movement. All three together sang together in a normal harmony.
Psh, yeah right. Like she was one to pay attention to such noises. Some may be fascinated with themselves to the point of noticing these things... but while Gatito generally was proud of her appearance, she just liked to be herself. If this meant getting her hooves dirty then well, there was always a local stream or rain shower to clean up in. As a angeni most classified her as a holy race, quiet lean nimble and passive. She gloried in the thought of being out of the norm, she was quite devious in her mind. Well, devious does in fact mean "deviating from the norm." Some angeni might not see her as one of there race, being as she technically could only use one set of wings to lift herself off the ground... one of her sets she was born with came as a floating set of tribals. You can only imagine the look on her parents faces when they saw this, she was immediately labeled as an outcast, this may be reasoning for her 'from the norm' personality eh?
Her travels brought her down a winding road, a road to which only game could see... she could see it! It was a road filled with colour and vibrancy, even though it was just a long stretch of the green from the grass. It was not a particularly cool day, a luke-warm breeze would flutter past now and then but nothing too fancy.
She thought the day would end up a boring one, that was until she caught a sudden shiver that sent shocks down her tribal patterned back. "Gah! Where did THAT come from." After all it was a warmish day, did this mean a shift in the weather? She hoped not, she did not particularly enjoy the cold season. She had not spoted the blue mass that was slowly descending in the distance, she was too busy pondering that which needed to be pondered. Like why no one could see the colours she saw.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:19 pm
Something drew his absent attention. He could feel it, the warm proof of life, that unique flavour that ment a sentient being.... a soquili. Directing his luminescent gaze forwards he narrowed his eyes, seeking out the details. Winged, female... with what appeared to be.. human-things draped over her. Much like his demon-things, only.. different.
Pausing in his long stride, he flicked his tail, freezing a nearby sapling solid as he watched her close the distance between them slowly. Was she one of the cursed angeni? But she was dark-coated, and.. what was with her wings? One set looked like the regular wind type, but.. the second set that hinted at the hated angeni blood, had something odd about them...
Wrinkling his muzzle he watched her slow approach. His breath faintly visible, near-frozen air showing like a faint mist that trickled from his nose. Shifting slightly he let his quivering wings flair outwards. The need for action, for flesh under his hooves and blood flowing freely across the frozen ground, burned within him, an icy desire that made his hide twitch. It had been a while since he had killed anything, this part of the soquili lands seemed fairly deserted. Yet, he could control the urge, the need that lived within him, feeding on his hatred and desire for revenge, if she was not one of the twisted, self-serving race he so despised, or better yet, if she had been, but had been cursed or otherwise expunged from their glittering ranks.
Those soquili.. cursed or fallen or simply outcasts.. were a joy to him. Each day they lived was agony for the infernal angeni. Proof that the race wasn't as pure and wholesome as most of them deluded themselves into believing. Their discomfort was Sutekh's balm and he encouraged these cast-offs, these mutants, to turn their backs fully on their ex-brethren, or if he could manage it, persuade them to join his cause, the cause of all demons and mutants, in eradicating the foul white creatures from the world entirely.
Lost in his dreams of racial destruction, the ice-made stallion forgot to watch the mare approach.
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