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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 10:14 am
{Full Owenership}
Heavy hooves thundered along the plains, mane whipping behind his powerful neck. The stallion easily weaved around flimsy tree's that held no significance in slowing his progress. The steady pounding of his war clamored steps gave warning to all those who may be in the vicinity. Of course he was in no hurry to get anywhere in particular, but a nice extended run was necessary to maintain his physique, and keep himself sharp. The feel of his muscles flexing and moving behind the tight gray pelt, and the drumming of his heart elevated his adrenaline rush. He made it his goal in life to push himself more and more everyday, to near exhaustion. Always pushing his limits to their maximum capacity. If anyone were to get stronger, they'd have to. Snorting lightly for now, the bulky male's eye's remained unblinking, ears alertly forward to pick up on anything that might be an obstacle, or challenge to eliminate. It was always enjoyable to have a match with another, only to leave them begging for mercy. He scoffed at those who weren't strong enough to protect themselves. But then again, he was ignorant to different kinds of strength. All he knew and all he'd known was brute strength, forcing your raw power upon others. And that's all he need. Or so he thought...
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 4:54 pm
Sophitia scanned the plains from left to right from the vantage point of a hill. It was a typical day of searching and investigating... Until she saw it. In the distance she saw a plume of dust, perhaps from another soquili? She focused her eyes more and saw the figure of another with the same build as she. She instinctively knew it must be another warrior. Maybe he could be of value to her search for the murderer of her children.
Her curiosity took over and set took off galloping in the direction where she saw the movement and yelled in the direction, "HEY, WHATEVER YOU ARE... HOLD ON!" Maybe she'd squeeze some information out of the subject.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:47 pm
He was in the zone, basically only focused on nature, and his surroundings... but it was easily broken at the scent of another, and the tremble of foreign hooves. Eyes darting to his side, ears flipping straight up at the sound of a voice, he began to let his muscles lax and ease from a full gallop to a canter, trot, and a slowing walk. Stopping completely, he inspected his company, raising his head high and proud; ready for anything.
His first note that he took was the other was indeed female. A strong looking one. Snorting softly, catching his breath, he watched her intently, not trusting her for a second even if she were a mare.
Of course he didn't doubt his abilities to take her off her hooves with one mighty ram, but he'd rather not take the chance for if she were pregnant.. even he had a heart...
Simply staring at her, he waited for what she wanted, "What.." he retorted, glancing around and behind her to see if there was some sort of trouble that maybe she was running from. But it was just the two of them..
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:30 pm
Sophitia scoffed. "First of all..." She stomped her front hoof, making the armor on her shins make a clanging sound. "I am a lady, and you will talk to me as such..." She froze from a moment, as she analyzed him... He was impressive, to say the least.
She spoke again. "Secondly, I'm looking for a particular stallion. He's a skinwalker, with a glowing blue aura. Have you seen him?" Bowing her head to a curtsy she said, "My name is Sophitia Alexandra, pleasure to meet you, stranger..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:51 pm
Snorting, he narrowed his eyes at her, nose wrinkling at her defense. He'd talk to her how ever he wanted. Though he too took the time to look her over, making brief notes of her stature and the armor along her own body. It held no signifigance to him, nor was any he'd recognized before.
But he didn't to listen to anyone, and she was no different.
Listening irritably to her, flicking his tail. "No.. " he replies shortly, scuffing a hoof in agitation. But his brow quirked, and his head lifted to its proud state to peer at her from their distance, surprised she would give him her name... but it was only fair that he do the same. Though he wasn't sure if it was a pleasure or not... "Zisor..." he replied in a gruff tone, the name almost foreign to him from the lack of use.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 8:25 am
Sophitia held back the urge to give this male a piece of her mind. How DARE he retaliate to a simple code of ethics, respecting a female was the least a stranger could do, especially one who could tie him into a pretzel, if she so desired to do so. She analyzed his armor. It was nicely made, and looked to be strong. She hoped he didn't spring an attack on her.
"Zisor...?" She tried pronouncing it. "Is that correct?" She blinked awkwardly for a second and continued. "Where do you come from, Zisor?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 9:27 am
What a silly mare. Expecting respect when she hadn't even done anything to deserve it. He exhaled hot air firmly, nostrils flaring momentarily. His stance didn't waver, nor his stare, watching every flinch and flex, and wrinkle of her body. But her body did prove to be that of a warrior's; strong, and seasoned. That was the only reason he allowed their conversation to commence as it was.
"Yes.." he replied to confirm her. Was it that strange of a name? He'd always found it was rather easy and proud to state. Raising a brow at her second question, he mulled to himself for awhile. Where was he from... well. It'd been years since he left, but one never forgets, "A place you've never heard of.." he replies. It was never good to give out too much information about yourself, especially to a possible enemy. They could use it against you easily, and make you squirm.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 12:54 pm
Sophitia chuckled at his defensiveness. She could tell he was picking and choosing his words wisely, it was admirable how he held onto his personal information, as if she would spring an attack on him. She wouldn't, even if she could.
"A place I've never heard of?" She narrowed her eyes and looked straight into his, for a brief moment, then looked away. "That could be many places to me," She let her voice trail off, almost as if she were contemplating. "I came from a far off land as well, actually." She tried softening her words, letting him know she meant no harm. "But my quest drove me here, to these lands." She felt a gentle breeze against her skin and looked around. "I've been in worse places, I'd say."
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 1:07 pm
Her chuckle made him snort again, and lift his head to seem more bigger... more pronounced. This female... she held herself well, and contained the fire in her eye that a warrior would. Perhaps she did have something worth his time in her. After all, she hadn't acted like most females he met. Her boldness and confidence was much more brilliant.
With that, he let his glare ease up, tail flicking less fervently, as he kept their eyes locked.. of course, that is, until she looked away. Peering at her curiously as the mare explained her situation, the stallion narrowed his gaze just slightly; not in a sneering manner, but just to a more precise fashion. So she was on a quest... Shifting his weight, he took a moment to speak, his voice gruff and deep, but powerful, "I'm sure I've been in far worse than you can imagine.. " he retorts... but starts again, "Then are you seeking out information from me.. or alliance..?" his pale eyes that had drifted off returned to the female, eyeing her curiously. It'd been awhile since he'd assisted another in their need for extra muscle... but if her's was worthy enough of his time... then he would consider it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 7:58 pm
Sophitia thought deep and hard. Did she want an ally? Or did she simply want information? To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted. She watched him change his body language, but wasn't intimidated.
"You see, A spirit..." She stopped herself. "A spirit killed everyone I loved, and before it left me with this scar..." She looked at her chest, an 'X' marked her permanently. "It told me it would let me life, to constantly suffer at the memory of happiness." She took a deep breathe, "I followed that Spirit to these lands." She sighed. "In short, I have plenty of information. But I know no-one. So an ally would be nice." She looked at him, vulnerability written in her eyes, a watery veil of held back tears almost clouding her vision.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:16 am
Ah, so that's what her deal was. Well... it sounded like quite the quest.. one he'd partake in if given the chance. This spirit must be powerful to wipe out an entire family but one. Definitely a worth opponent. But as the mare continued, and the waterworks ensued, that snarl returned to Zisor's face, and a firm snort of disapproval sounded. So she was still female... "You've still yet to prove to me that you are worth my alliance... and with the weakness you're showing me now, it's not persuading me any better. A true warrior never shows weakness to an unknown party.." Crying was the ultimate display of weakness, and he despised it. Looking away from her, so as not to get further irritated, he swished his tail sharply, "Once you find this spirit, what shall you do? Is revenge what you seek out of him..? Shall you kill him as well?" he asks critically, just trying to get a sense of what kind of warrior this mare was.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 3:46 pm
Sophitia cringed at his reaction, and didn't agree. At all. Emotions made a being stronger, being de-tached from the way one was feeling was a self-destructive path. " Tears aren't a sign of weakness, but of strength. If I were weak, I would not have trekked a thousand miles and confronted my worse nightmares and had made it this far, would I?" She paused for an instant, thinking.
What would she do when confronted with this nightmare? Kill it? Set him free? The idea of murder to her was terrifying, how could she kill another being? Two wrongs don't make a right. "I'll decide when that day comes." She said in a strong tone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 3:59 pm
He couldn't help but snort at her explanation. What a bunch of bull... shaking his mane out, he stared intently at her. Of course, him growing up without really any upbringing from proper parents, he'd only learnt the ways of walling off any sort of feelings but anger and aggression. How long had it been since he'd felt happy? Or sad... He couldn't even fathom such feelings. They were too far from him.. too far locked away. It was the only way he could survive. "Emotions are for the weak.." he grumbles, dismissing the subject entirely.
With her final reply, his features laxed, just slightly, head nodding subtly. He liked that... it was best to make decisions in the moment. With another snort, he seems to calm considerably, even his wrinkled face relaxing, "Very well... Sophitia.. I am curious of this spirit you speak of... I shall join you." He steps a bit closer to her, sizing her up some more, before lowering his head to give a small whiff of her, memorizing her scent for future purposes, "But I warn you... do not cross me.." he mumbles, not viciously, but firmly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:57 pm
She let him think what he wanted to think about her emotions. To her, emotions were driving forces in any warrior. Passion fuels strength and sorrow fueled growth, and she had both to thank for her quest, she was thirsty for vengeance, whatever that meant would be decided in the future. "If you believe so," she said as a rebuttal.
She nodded cordially at him. "I'm happy to have you at my side, Zisor." She shot a smile. "Trust me though, I never turn on my allies. Even if I did," She smirked. "You wouldn't know until after it happened anyways." An obvious sarcastic tone rang in her voice. She knew this was the start of a beautiful friendship.
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