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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 5:30 pm
PRP between The Dawn of Twilight and Upside.-.Down. Ahote (The Dawn of Twilight) Cheer (Upside.-.Down) Awendela (The Dawn of Twilight)((NOTE: Awendela will appear later in the RP. <3))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:19 pm
The behemoth's head hung low, his posture defeated. His wings hung limp by his sides as images of the fight flickered across his weary mind.
An ebony mare with glowing eyes, vicious insults adding emotional trauma to barbed attacks. A dappled-grey stallion enduring taunts about an elegant necklace, fighting fiercely against a foe built for battle... his head low, exhaustion causing his form to tremble as blue eyes met orange orbs across an expanse, a mutual agreement to end this. Now. Ahote flinched as muscles ached in memory of battle. The ebony mare taking to the sky with a lisped curse, vowing that she had simply grown tired of the game to save face.
He had made an enemy that day, and he knew that in time it would come back to haunt him... but then, he had aided another in need.
They had parted ways out of mutual consent, preferring solitude over company. Their bond was one forged of battle, and neither were apt to share their emotions.
He tasted blood.
"My mother's gift." the dappled-grey's murmured greeting- somehow, in the fight they had never exchanged words. Something that made the pain worthwhile...
Ahote had received a beating to match that of the stallion he had rescued. He was large, but his body lacked the honed blades and talons of one of the darker breeds. He had only strength and stamina, and neither were unending.
It was only a matter of time before he encountered a challenge to which he could not rise... but, no, it had been a success. Both stallions lived, and the attention of the beastly mare was diverted... for the time being.
His ears flickered as a gentle wind stirred his tangled mane.
Time... Healing wounds, separated by brief interludes in which he was not alone, were his only measure of the elusive concept. Night and day were difference of light, nothing more.
And now he was alone again, nursing the wounds that he refused to allow another to expend energy to heal. He had no vanity, thus scars were of no hindrance to him.
They were just... proof of time.
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