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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 7:25 pm
 With black hair flying behind her, Chiyo ran through the clearing. The whites of her eyes were showing clearly, the only color in them trained completely ahead of her. Just a few minutes ago, she had strayed too close to something strange she had seen laying down. It looked like something dead. Something long dead. Pity had welled inside her and she had only wanted to give the dead thing-upon closer inspection showed it was another Star-a proper burial. So she had pushed it lightly with her foot, thinking it light enough to easily move towards a perfect spot for a grave. To her surprise and horror, the dead thing had opened its eyes and screamed something hoarse at her, like it hadn't tasted water in forever. As she'd backed away, it rose, glaring at her with glowing red eyes only found on demons.
Dead things didn't just come back to life! Not only that, it attacked her, lunging at her with its mouth wide. Then she ran.
Now she was still running with the thing still chasing her. Surprisingly fast for one so dried out.
So scared was she that Chiyo forgot all about the wings tightly folded against her sides.
For Nefertari, the feelings in her body were different. Rage still fresh from her brother's dishonor filled her with bitterness and hate towards the entire world, mare or stallion. Animal or plant. She had been laying down, tired from the days travel when a hoof had kicked her. It was not the mare whom she had come to respect despite her attitude towards everyone else. Morrigan came with a smell of death that was different from her own. It was a smell of life that came to her, first. It made her eyes open quickly before her mind registered something alive was behind her, trying to get her to move.
That's when the anger set in.
How dare something kick her, the mummy of the Pharaoh of the sands. Had she her jewelry, this offender would know who she was. If not, they would get a lesson on who. Her story should have been told from near and far. She had been a better Pharaoh then both her father and brother had been. And the most beautiful of her sisters.
And a lesson is just what this young one needs. A Lyra who can't fly? Pathetic. I'll gladly rip those useless wings off her.
The mummy smiled menacingly at the thoughts of all the things she would do to this one. There was still so much anger that needed to get out. So much anger that needed an outlet.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:05 am
 
Lycaon had returned to the world finally struggling to free himself of his prison, he had been forgotten, abandoned, imprisoned, his sons murdered before him all of them except one! He, himself transformed and cursed, he had been a great king a king of Arcadia, but no longer. Why? for a simple test of divinity what other way had he to test? What could he have done? Gods loved sacrifices and he sacrificed something so precious as his youngest son. Yet all his 50 sons except his youngest which he presented to the god were slaughtered in the gods rage, he had lost them all.
Lycaon didn't understand as he wandered through the woods in his wolf form, he howled in frustration up at the sun, that accursed thing! The wolf snarled he wanted to tear something apart so badly make it suffer in whatever way he could, sweetly, cruelly and brutally, one way perhaps all three? His muzzle curled into a wicked smile all his wolf teeth showing Soon perhaps? He just had to find some victim, it was far to early it seemed for him to find any other starborn, he sniffed the air not a fresh sent in the air, but now he was tired, he had traveled most of the night till the sun rose in the morn and was rising into the sky.
Yes, a rest would be nice, the werewolf thought to himself wearily realizing how truly tired he was.
He wanered into a meadow transforming himself back into is wolfish starborn form, a large solitary rock seemed to be a safe enough place to sleep the shade would last a while, and who dare attack a creature as large as him? whom ever would feel the sharpness of his new fangs. Lycaon knelt in the shade and slept.
Many hours latter however he would receive a rude awakening A white and black Lyra mare, disturbed his sleep bumping into him as she passed, startling him awake.
What was she running from?
Lycaon was instantly sorry as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his ears perked instantly an Algedi, and an angry one eyes filled with rage, much like his own against the gods of the world. Though he was still sluggish and tired, he could have easily gotten away in his wolf form instead he ran after the Lyra mare as a starborn.
How Foolish....
That Algedi was going to tear this little mare apart and him with her.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:51 pm
Behind the Lyra, the mummy lost ground, slowing down as the distance between them increased. In her anger, she had failed to remember running as a dried corpse was far from the best decision of her day. Nefertari could feel her bones cracking, the bandages still on her legs helping to keep them from snapping completely. She dare not go too fast, but she also dare not lose her target, either. After what she had suffered, she had little patience for those who thought they could get away with doing anything to her. Or say anything to her, in some cases.
There was just the problem of her brittle bones. If she could find someone able and skilled in wrapping mummies to change her bandages, maybe than she would be able to tolerate this life better with easier movement.
It was her misfortune that her hoof caught on a rock as she was chasing the Lyra mare. To further her irritation, Nefertari felt her body stumble and she almost fell, but caught herself a second early. Up ahead, though not hearing the commotion behind her, Chiyo stopped.
The appearance of the stallion startled her. To Nefertari, he was nothing but a nuisance she would gladly be rid of, too. His appearance did nothing to shock her as it did the other mare. To Chiyo, he was almost as frightening as the mummy. Just almost.
Unsure of what to do, Chiyo stepped back from the both of them, fearful of their involvement. While Nefertari regained her pose, glad of the lack of organs to make her tired when she ran down something. She stepped menacingly towards the Lyra, her red eyes glowing brighter in her rage.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 2:54 pm
It took lycaon a few moments and a change in wind to smell the dust that followed the two of them, the algedi whatever manner of creature it was smelt old, daring a glance behind werewolf looked at what persued them her eyes were truly terrifying but not all that unfamiliar. She was slowing too he noticed he saw her stumble and came beside the lyra mare as she stopped.
The starborn stood in between Nefertari and Chiyo, ever action this little mare did seemed so innocent, even as she ran frantically, she ran like a child filled with fear. Lycaon would have grinned if he didn't have to focus on the dusty mummy this might turn in his favor after all. Lycaon growled slightly at the mummy, he was certain in his wolf form he could take her easily enough, he was smaller and harder to hit along with swifter. But he wouldn't change just yet, he'd leave that for later.
"What wrong did you do such a creature?" the werewolf asked the lyra, though he was rather annoyed he kept it out of his voice replacing it with a kind of concern. He'd make her pay for getting him mixed up in this certainly, every way possible she'd never forget it ever.
"Despite being rather old you look quite regal," he said to the mummy Ruler to ruler it wasn't that hard to tell she was even dried and desecrated "Who are you?" he asked politely, she wasn't the only regal starborn with a grudge.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:19 pm
Despite the concern of his voice, Chiyo could have cried. In fact, tears were blossoming in the corners of her eyes as she backed away from the two of them some more. The world outside her birth herd was not only large, it was scary. The valley she had grown up on sheltered them all from the worst kinds of things beyond the mountains. She had never before seen a predator before until she left. Half of the animals she met looked at her as another meal while the other half either ignored her or scampered away as if they expected her of having a taste for flesh. The very thought made her body tremble slightly.
It took a while for the former priestess to find her voice. During the wait, the other mare managed to find hers.
"What wrong indeed!" the voice called, harsh and scratchy. At least as loud as the voice could call. "I do not know what this one is playing at. Sneaking on others."
"I wasn't...I just...." the white mare tried to say, but under the stare of the mummy she quickly silenced herself. The black mare snorted. When the stallion spoke to her directly, she straightened herself in a show of self-importance.
"I am glad someone notices. I am the Pharaoh Nefertari. I would not be surprised if my name is unfamiliar. My name has been all but wiped from the walls."
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