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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:52 pm
 God dammit. Where is he? a dark figure stood alone in the midst of the starless night. It's been months since we've seen one another. Anxiety was running through his veins, blood pumping. Blue, cold blood. He was ready for some revenge. Hah. He'll never break his promise, now, would he?
After waiting for a few minutes, he began growing quite restless, sharpening his horns. Ah, the scraping sound of something sharp slicing down something hard, this case a boulder. The sound delighted him. It made him content and happy. Smiling, he nipped the back of his front hoof for something was itching him.
Something that he couldn't reach. Feeling defeated thinking that his promised friend wouldn't show up, he sighed, snorting under his breath, regretting the promise he made him. "Remember, the first starless night, we'll meet at this exact place okay?" the promise rushed through him. He's probably busy with whatever he's doing now-a-day's... what if he's got a new family now? What if...? he pushed the thought out, slowly walking away from the boulder, defeated. It was now time for him to forget the past and live in the future...
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:00 pm
 Or that's what Voltaire thought. "Hello Brother." the approaching voice shrilled through the silence of the night. He did not forget. Tonight was the night that the two had vowed to their brothership, there was two more azrein that were considered brothers, but had different alliances than the two of them.
"I can see that your horns are awfully sharper than how I last remember them!" he remarked cautiously. He now remembered why he and Voltaire became under the evil allianceship now. Playfully nipping his brother's side, Flighty looked into his long lost azrein's eyes. Weird. They were cold as ice. But why?
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:10 pm
What the hell is Flighty thinking of?! His gaze was fixed upon his, staring into the more red azrein's soul. What, what is that I see? Fear? Shaking his head, he took the idea out. Never was Flighty frightened of him! Taking another guess, he looked harder. Another azrein... violets... a mare? Wait, there's four little ones. Flighty's a father? He laughed a little until he visioned him caring for his young.
A father. The idea of it disgusted him! Well, only if you were actually in love. One night stands didn't really seem to mind the dark one, or that's what he had also taught the lawless one. "We're never to fall in love! Just get mares miserable by getting them pregnant and then just leaving them behind alright Flighty?" the memory flashed back as a 'okay sure Voltaire' was returned.
What disgust! Taking this as the right time, he finally spoke. "We were once brothers. I know what you have been doing lately Flighty. To a certain mare. I'm quite proud of you. Hah! You did as I told you. Get her pregnant." With rage bubbling inside, he threw his head onto Flighty's rump, letting his friend bleed. "You betrayed me though! You loved her!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:17 pm
The pain seeped into him, but it wasn't from Voltaire's horns. It was from his harsh words. "I... I tried!" he coughed trough his words, choking. "I.. love her Voltaire. We have four foals together, but the only thing is...." He wondered if it was wise to say the next thing. "She's a good azrein though." he quickly whispered, trying to cover up his last sentence.
Backing away, he began to tend his wound. Ugghh.. blood was everywhere! "I'm quite surprised of how much you remained the same though."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:25 pm
 He saw the mean azrein attack his father. Was he mocking his hero? He better not! Rage was rushing in him, wanting to help his father. There was something that pulled him back though, his father clearly told him not to intervene with whatever might happen to him this very night.
So that's Voltaire... he's just a big bully! he thought. But the smell of his father's blood was rushing into the air. Flighty has been injured! Dad! I'm coming! The yearling dove out of his hiding spot to race down to aid his father until...
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:34 pm
 He shot his wings out and flew in front of the purple stallion, blocking its path. "And where do you think you're going?" he smirked. "Listen to me kid, I got experience and you don't. Just stay out of this and run along home. me and those other two are here for a private talk, and last time I checked, you're not one of us."
His elegant wings slowly folded and was tucked neatly beside his stomach. There was something he noticed about this newcomer. He looked oddly familiar. Is this one of Flighty's foals? Nah! This couldn't be! Blinking, the winged azrein slowly turned around from the yearling, seeing what it would do.
Nothing. Okay... "Hello Flighty, Voltaire." he said ignoring the eyes of the two. "There's a yearling over there." he spoke looking at where he last left the stranger. "Seems to me like he could be one of yours Flighty. Say, you should travel back to our homelands now that you have a family! I'm raising a kid myself too!" Feeling uneasy, he whispered. "Adopted kid of course."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:44 pm
He let go go his grudge. "A kid huh? Who's exactly Regalia?" he snorted. "Obviously, our 'friend' here has four of them." his gaze was fixed upon Flighty's seeing what he would do. "Wait just a moment here." he muttered trotting off into the darkness.
He does have his posture... he thought, approaching the yearling. Perfect time. It didn't seem to notice that it was being watched. There was something about him though. Ah, the recent scent of a mare. Taking his time, Voltaire went up to the kid. "Well, well, well." he smirked, startling the young one. "What have I got here? Have you been bad like your daddy too?" he cracked laughing.
"Come with me kid." he grunted lowering his head so that the horns would bring the trespasser to where he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:32 pm
He snorted in disgust. Why wouldn't his father come to him even at now?! With eyes fixed upon the trail up to the boulders, the yearling trotted, defeated. He could now see what a weakling his father was, or maybe... maybe. Maybe Flighty was just not helping to make himself seem "grander" to this foul, dark blue monster. Yes, a monster.
"My father has not done anything wrong." he simply spoke in a rather harsh tone. 'You have no right to bring him or me any harm." Feeling the airless breeze upon him, the stallion quickened his pace until he was right in front of the winged azrein and his father. "You didn't help me dad." he said, losing hope of his father's spirit.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:42 pm
He crossed his eyes at the sight of Regalia. Regalia. his brother. A traitor to Voltaire and Flighty. He was the reason why the two were allied with the Six. Hate flowed into his blood, rich and boiling red. He simply shook his mane defiantly. How he hated Voltaire's harsh words though! "The kid's mine!" he rasped trying to chase the blue one down, but was too slow. He feared what Voltaire might do to his son, possibly kill him.
Waiting at the area with his long lost friend was hard. He wouldn't dare to start up a conversation, just stand in the silence, waiting for Voltaire's and Nasu's return. Once they did though, he didn't expect those words to be said. "Nasu!" he shrilled with worry nuzzling his son's neck. "I... I tried to, but I couldn't." An odd feeling was on him. He could tell something big would happen soon. Something would happen out of the unexpected. He could tell.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:58 pm
"Calm down Flighty" he whinnied irritated. When feeling irritated, his wings would become droopy gray. His pelt would lose its warm, soft touch. It was now beginning to feel cold and hard. Opening his wings for air, the elegant stallion gave a small laugh. "You must feel odd being here, huh?" he asked looking at the purple kid once he approached. He blinked.
Didn't I see this kid somewhere before? Somewhere, but how? he thought. Then he knew. Karitoriki. "Do you have an older brother?" he whispered. "Karitoriki?" He didn't want to spill out anything else because Voltaire could use it against him any day that he wanted.
He then flapped his wings while staring at the flowers on his mane. "The views that I can get amaze me every time that I'm in the air." he boasted. "Oh, the clouds, the birds, the touch of the sun. Everything's perfect for me when I'm up in the air. But that's different down here! Everything's like dead in the badlands. Say, what's your name anyways kid?"
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