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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 9:57 pm
 Punk C.A.B. scowled as he walked away from a group of Azrien. They were huddled around a brutally beaten stallion--the one Punk had just pummeled to a pulp. He'd deserved it, of course. The brute had the audacity to say that, because of his musical tendencies, he was soft. Soft! That he'd roll over like a dog for the humans whenever he saw them. "Kids these days," he grumbled. They had no respect for his individuality. None whatsoever! After he was far enough away from the offensive stallion, he began to tap his hooves a few extra times against the ground as he walked to make a beat similar to a human's drum. Soon he was back into his usual rhythm, giving any staring Azrien a fiery "got a problem with me" glare without stopping. He didn't care what those hard-headed idiots thought. He did things his way, and no one was going to change that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:23 pm
 Sauron had been watching the entire thing from on a ridge. It had been quite fascinating from a distance, not having to run for his life before the blackbird with the foul temper. Well they should have thought before they insulted him. He was bloody big. And to that point even the most powerful of assasins had quirks, everyone with half a brain knew that. Sauron shook his head and went down to graze, knowingly right in the path of the irate feathered stallion. He lifted his head as the other approached. "Pity they don't breed more intelligence into them." he commented nonchalantly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:37 pm
There was a winged colt in his path. Purposefully, by his words. Punk couldn't help smirking. "Aren't you a cheeky kid?" With a bit of the fancy footwork that came with his profession, he easily skirted around the colt. "Can't say I mind it." He turned to face the smaller Azrien. "So. Is there a reason you wanted my attention, or are you one of those little devils that just likes messing with other Azriens' rhythms?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 10:57 pm
"Oh I wouldn't recommend messing with your rythym. That seems to end badly for those that cross you. I just feel that you, like me, have issues with the common dandies that so easily come and go. I dislike three syllable conversations, don't you? You evidently have rythym and not many with two pence brains can achieve that which you can wrought."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:09 pm
"That it does." As the colt had probably seen first hand, by the way he was talking. Punk shrugged as he tapped his hooves. "Not necessarily. I don't have problems with anybody until they try and mess with my melody. I just find them a bit irritating. Few off-note keys in the orchestra." He grinned. "Of course they can't make the beats I make. I'm one of a kind. But, eh, I've actually had some interesting three-syllable conversations. Then again, most don't have my hearing spectrum, so they don't get as much out of those three syllables." Still grinning, he asked, "So, what is it you really want, spunk-colt?" With that type of flattery? This kid had to want something.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:06 pm
"Exactly what you have given me, a sparkling conversation." Sauron found this stallion slightly fascinating. Musical, light on his feet and not afraid to shove it up the tail pipe of those who crossed him. "I do like my nickname though thank you for that. So tell me does your natural talent grow with practice or has it always shone this brightly for those with an appreciation for beats and song?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 2:46 pm
"If you say so." Punk snorted. "Well, good, 'cause that's what I'm gonna call you until you tell me your name, spunk-colt." He thought about the question. "All talent grows with practice. You could say I've always had a natural talent for rhythm, though. The beat came naturally. The songs took a little more effort." With a few taps to emphasize his next words, he continued. "Music don't need words to be a song, but the words need the music to be one. Otherwise it's just a poem." He shrugged. "Not that there's anything necessarily wrong with poems, but, eh... a little too stagnant for my tastes. Not enough motion."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:48 pm
"The beauty and art and indeed information that can be portrayed by song is phenominal. You have only to listen to some of the larger works to see that. As for my name it is Sauron, son of Me'urra, although he knows it not. You seem to be a rare breed, how many of you are there? I think I have heard of three including yourself. We are alike yet different. Both with wings however your ability with music is as far as I know unsurpassed. I find it interesting."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 5:20 pm
Punk listened to all that the spunky colt had to say before replying. "Music's a weapon in its own way because of that. A song can change moods, motivate, discourage... Hit high enough notes and you can even break glass. Not much of that down here, though. Nice to meet you officially, Sauron. My real name's too long to deal with on a regular basis, so everyone knows me as Punk C.A.B." He paused in his walking to inspect the colt. "But I wouldn't go around telling everyone that you're Me'urra's kid. Might get Sharsa--his mother's attention. She's... well, I'll put it in terms I'm used to using. Whereas I make rhythms... Sharsa disrupts them. Changes people's tunes without them even realizing it. It's a talent that I'm not particularly fond of, to say the least." He then addressed the question. "Sounds about right. I know of three others. One of them, Cardinal, trains with your father, if I remember correctly. The other two, Aiken and Rawhide, are up north. As for alike but different..." Punk grinned as he started walking again. "Can't say that's a bad rhythm to have with someone. Similar enough to get along and different enough to avoid accusations of imitations. But you know, music isn't all about the making of it. Actually, one of the reasons a lot of the Azrien 'round here don't bother me is because of my listening ability. You can tell a lot about an Azrien by what you hear from them. Words, movements, noises like sighs and snorts... even heartbeats, if your ears are good enough to hear them."
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 7:26 am
"I haven't yet heard of Sharsa. She sounds worse then my father. I'll want to steer clear of her, she might mess up my plans." Sauron pondered. "So another trains with my father...how interesting. I am a good listener. There is no telling what someone might reveal."
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:51 am
"Yeah, Sharsa's an entire octave above Me'urra on the 'avoidance' scale." Punk couldn't help grinning. "Well, 'round here, listening reveals a lot of angry Azrien. But keepin' them off your back ain't a bad thing. And yes, your father trains with Cardinal. More accurately, Avalanche trains both of them. A lot of Azrien around here train under him. He's very strong; him and his mate both are. The two of them are probably in the top ten Azrien you don't want to get on the bad side of around here." He shrugged. "I might've trained under Avalanche as well if it didn't mean having to deal with Sir Jealous Cardinal,. That, and, as you've probably noticed, I don't play well with others." He smirked as he looked to the side, noting the quickly-averted gazes of other Azrien. "My views are a little too... alternative for their blind hatred towards humans and their bonded Azrien." After a few minutes, his gaze returned to his young companion. "So, if you don't mind me asking... if Me'urra's your father, who's your mother?" Quite frankly, he didn't see the stallion around many females. And for him to not know...
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 10:17 pm
"My mother was a good female. I have not seen her for quite sometime as my buisness is here to settle a score with my father. I have 3 siblings and all are with my mother. Nocturne is raising me but there is no love and it is mutual. I will find my mother one day, but for now I am here."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:02 pm
"That would explain why word didn't get around... but Nocturne, huh...? I would've thought that Me'urra would've found out about you by now if she's the one taking care of you. Shadowspirit doesn't say much, but Me'urra's always been the one she was closest to." Punk shrugged. "Well, when you do decide to head up north, you should tell me." He grinned. "Told a friend I'd go and visit him, and I don't think he'd appreciate it if I didn't come up or ended up as a corpse on a northern field."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:22 pm
"Ahh so you think traveling in a group would be safer. Not a bad plan. I might see if I can drag a couple others with us in that case, perhaps Aduro and his sister would come with us as well."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:48 pm
"Aduro? Never heard of him. What's his story?" Punk grinned. "Heh. In that case, I might just bring my little ankle-biter along. I don't think she'd take kindly to being left behind."
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