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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:15 pm
 It had been a long time since she saw D'mitri. The stallion was probably just as dumb as when she first met him. Naive, but strong. He was a warrior and that was one of the reasons why she used him in order to conceive young. Now, those children are grown and she had taught them all to fight, especially for this one purpose: to kill their father. Barb had his seed, but so could someone else. She didn't want to risk that chance of him reproducing again. Her tail lashed out behind her as her and her children who followed behind hunkered down upwind from the mighty stallion. It took her forever, but she managed to track him down. Her worst fears were realized as he was nestled in a human settlement with worse - a mate. Reports described there were no children yet, but that was the keyword: yet. Barb wiggled down from her perch and turned toward her awaiting four. They had grown up handsomely and dangerously. The fact that they never asked questions and simply did as they commanded was even better. True she had trouble with some who grew too curious, but that was soon dealt with. This time, there would be no questions.
"It took a while, but we found him. We found your Sire, my children. He has forsaken you and lives out a life with a false mate. My children, this is your chance to avenge yourselves and avenge me. He will not expect you. D'reighton, D'aiyn, stay behind. In case he goes for the air, you must be at the ready to bring him down. Feel free to go air born, but do not tire yourselves. D'art, D'von, you already know what to do." She gave a wicked grin and motioned over her shoulder, over that hill to where their father waited to be ambushed and killed like the worthless male he was. And she would revel in it. [Posting order is whoever posts second, third and fourth. I'm making a separate post for D'aiyn and I'll add D'mitri after everyone has posted. 3nodding Ed: You're not allowed to add Kessling until I give the okay. blaugh ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:28 pm
 There he stood with his three brothers ready to do his mother's bidding. He had wanted to be in with the initial charge, but his mother spoke truth. She must have spoken about this with Talon for his mother was no tactical genius. His nostrils flared and tail slapped against his upper hind leg, his red eyes showing a fire that his mother had instilled in him. His wings shuffled against his back as he looked at D'von and D'art proceed forward. They were to flank D'mitri on both sides greeting him as non-hostile first in order to get in close. Then they would attempt to cripple his flying skill. If they failed, that's when D'reighton and he came in. D'reighton was a better flier than D'aiyn, but not as good with aerial assaults or maneuvers. Each sibling had their strong suit which Barb trained them specifically for. She wanted to be able to attack the male at every angle and her children would do it without question. At least, that is what everyone thought.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 5:56 pm
 Smiling at his mother’s words D’art nodded. He did know what to do. He hated to be ordered around but his mother was one of the few he let do so to him. She always lead him to interesting kill. Grunting he nudged D’von to get his bother in gear. It was time to kill. It didn’t mater that the target was his father; a stranger would do just fine to his eyes. The membranes of his legs hissed as his weight shifted and he started forward slinking around to the left side of the hill. He wasn’t in a rush. The air was clear and he could almost taste the sweet tingle of blood on his tongue. His ears were perked forward and his mane fell in his eyes. With a soft flick of his head his sight cleared and his eyes could hunt down sire. He was hoping to tackle his father down and deprive D’reighton and D’aiyn the pleasure of tearing into their father. He didn’t know what to expect when he saw his father but it didn’t matter to much he was certain he would be able to recognize a dangerous winged Azrein. He would let his brother do the talking first. Then pounce. He knew he shouldn’t be so impatient for a kill but this was exciting. His father was supposed to be a warrior so he wanted to test himself and snuff that light so badly. The urge to rush ahead nagged at him and he couldn’t help but go faster than his brother. D’von would just have to pick up the pace. He wasn’t going to go slow for him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:19 pm
 D'reighton stood close to D'aiyn. He had reservations about this. They didn't even know their father, what if he wasn't that bad? Their mother did have a tendancy to twist things rather artfully to suit herself. He sighed, his wide chest heaving, and wondered what his mother would have done had she gotten a filly along with all the colts. Would that female be just as ascerbic and fangy. Hard to get to know and harder to love. D'reighton blinked his yellow eyes. None of his brothers seemed to have a problem with this. D'reighton thought he might be slightly harder to brainwash perhaps. He stretched out his formidable wingspan. He stayed silent and brooding, glaring if he was glanced at. He felt he was slightly betraying his dame with his thoughts but alas if she were telling the truth then he was in the wrong.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:17 pm
 D'von stole a glance back at his winged brothers, wishing he could read their expressions. D'aiyn's eyes burned, but with what emotion? And D'reighton... D'reighton had the stoicism of a stone. Well, if a stone could glare at him. D'art's nudge made him glare at his smiling brother. Just because they both had spikes didn't mean it didn't hurt when he was poked with them. He blinked in surprise when his brother shot off without warning. He would've voiced an objection, but that would've been risky to their mission and a little out of character for him. Sarcastic comments and persuasion wouldn't have been out of place, but an objection, a complaint... never. Not from his lips. D'von hurried to catch up with him, but he knew it would be impossible to catch up if his brother decided to run at full speed; D'art was faster than him. Still, the rush of the run gave him the surge of excitement that it always did. When he was younger, he'd tried to run down hills and leap at the end in attempts to fly like his winged brothers--and had earned him his mother's scoldings for being reckless.
But that rush also made the gears of his mind turn, bringing about the thoughts that often circled in his head. This was reckless too. What would their father say or do when he saw them? D'von himself looked like his mother and would bring up suspicion and caution--something he could easily overcome by claiming to be a brother or cousin, maybe a nephew. But what about D'art? Would he be able to pull it off when his brother's eyes already gleamed with anticipation for a kill? But he didn't argue, he didn't question. He didn't voice his doubts, whether in or out of his mother's presence. He couldn't trust his brothers not to get him in trouble and he definitely wouldn't be telling Talon or his mother herself. Oh no.
That would be reckless.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:39 pm
 D'mitri slept in the warm rays of the sun with his wings tucked close by him, his clawed "hands" intertwined leaving him in a huge mass. Usually he would be with his beloved Kessling, but she and her chosen, Al, had gone to the market to fetch some things leaving him alone...and since he wasn't exactly comfortable being at the house alone with Al's mate, he decided to go for a run...and the run led him to a nap. Pah. He was getting lazy in his old age...
Then he felt the vibrations. Was someone coming to them? Or was Kessling trying to surprise him? He unfurled his massive wings lifting his head upward to stare in the direction of the noise.
Did his eyes deceive him? Immediately he stood watching the strangers carefully. Even from a distance he knew that they were...strange looking, much like him. His head tilted as they came ever closing as he attempted to figure out their markings. He had seen them before...His green eyes squinted as he gave a snort unsure if this was some sort of trickery.With a grunt, he kept his ground widening his stance a little in case he had to fly. D'mitri greeted them as they came closer. "Hail! Why do you come this way into my territory?" The male snarled baring pointed and unnatural teeth in warning. It was his usual first defense but he felt as if these guys would be immune to it...
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:19 pm
D’art wanted to groan. Of course his sire would be up. He had just wanted to trample him and rip into him while the older male had slept but of course that wouldn’t work. A flicker of a frown crossed his face but it was hard to tell. He couldn’t well fight because then his mother would get so cross. Still he lusted for battle. For now he stopped a ways from his sire and stood looking the male over. He if ran the male would take off and fly. D’art might not be very smart but he knew that much. His brothers had done that enough to him while in the practice arena. He was honestly disappointed in his father’s snarl. It was weak. Nothing like their mothers. Lowering his head he snorted and pawed at the ground. His green eyes met his father’s with disappointment clear in them. This was their sire? He was ready to flee? No his mind rolled over, perhaps his sire preferred aerial combat? Then they couldn’t truly fight. Pouting a bit D’art looked at his bother. Turning back to his father he gave him a fanged smile and went along with the plan that was in place. “Looking for someone.” He gave the male another measuring look as if trying to determine something. He looked at his bother again and gave a nod. He’d let someone who was more gifted with his tongue do the talking. He snorted and looked around focusing on other things than his desire to strike out and get this farce over with.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:48 am
So that blue blob had been their father. He stood up into a well formed stallion, but there was something missing in him that was in each one of Barb's offsrping and Barb herself. That was hate. D'reighton's lip curled, he didn't know what to do. Maybe his father would take him..but not if his family murdered him first and to that point if he flaked on them would they attack him as well...He sighed and glared more, appearing for all intents and purposes somewhat murderous. He stretched his wings, a habit that he had gotten into a long time ago, it increased circulation and decreased stiffness for quick getaways in the air.
He watched the interactions between their father and his brother's intently. The male was ready to fly. Why be scared of just two? He was older and wiser, he should be able to tell at least that under all the fluff and spikes. This meant their father was not a fighter and was cautious, which was a bit boring. Then a thought struck him, mother couldn't fly. D'reighton would only have to fend off D'aiyn if they went to the air, easier said then done though. Maybe if he just prevented the lot of them from killing him and went back later...to be met with suspicion and anger. He hated this. Why couldn't he just be a heartless grunt..
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:59 pm
D'von decelerated, slowing to a trot by the time he reached his brother. "Sorry to disturb you," he said politely. "We're looking for a relative and have gotten a bit turned around... Do you think you can help us?" He hated this smooth-talking, but that was the job their mother had trained him for. Well, it was the one she'd assigned him, at least. Barb had taught him some things, but more often than not he was sent off to train with the other mares of the herd. They were the manipulative and tactical ones, after all. D'von had hated every minute of it, but he'd succeeded in his tasks. He hid his intentions, he could make his voice change from a growling threat to a smooth compliment, and he could act like he knew or didn't know something. It felt as if he was wearing a mask--a mask that covered his entire being. Not only did he have to learn how to speak manipulatively, he had to learn to control his body language to make it convincing. At the moment he appeared relaxed and nonviolent despite his true reason for being there. That's how it was supposed to be. That was Barb's plan. D'von was the bait on the hook for their father's demise.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 5:25 pm
D'mitri watched them carefully. They were spiked..and foul. He couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. Why did they look like that...When the first one spoke, it was a harsh tone. Immediately D'mitri felt wound and on guard. But then the other one came in and spoke so smoothly and sincerely that he wondered if he had intimidated the other one. But how could that be the case when they intimidated him just as badly? There were two, but they had no wings...His own shook with slight anticipation whenever they were raised in this position signaling that he was ready to fly...but should he?
"What relative?" He asked abruptly looking over his shoulder at the village then back at the two in front of him. "What is the name? And why do you think said relative is here?" D'mitri tilted his head watching them carefully. Everything felt off and wrong. So. Terribly. Wrong.
D'aiyn trembled with anticipation. His wings often snapped open ready to fly. He looked over at D'reighton and immediately felt a boiling jealousy. He wanted to fly, he wanted to rip out their father's throat and deliver it to their mother as promised. But the other two were taking far too long. Why wouldn't they end this already?!
Barb's patience had gotten the better of her as she peaked from around the hill to see what was going on. The mare made sure to stay as much out of sight as possible and down wind so that her former lover couldn't see her. Oh yes, her boys were doing wonderfully. They had even gone into the formation she taught them - nonthreatening an yet blocking his fly space. Superb! Yes, this was the moment they were trained for..
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:06 pm
Noticing the coward look back D’art moved as if to look where the male was looking. The move made the membranes on his legs hiss softly as they rubbed his side. In his current position he should be able to snag that wing. He didn’t need both just one would do then his sire wouldn’t be able to fly. It hadn’t been D’art’s idea but one that his mother had forced in his head when she had made him spar his brothers in the past. Wings were dangerous. He stopped moving and starred at the wing closest to him like he had just realized how close to the other male he had gotten. Freezing and being completely still like his mother had taught him he barely turned his head to look at his brother. Was it time? He wanted it to be time. Time to catch and rip and tear. Time to kill. D’art wasn’t supposed to talk much but he wanted to, he itched to shout and tear. His brother was supposed to deal with their father. He leaned close not attacking yet. “Our father who abandoned us.” The sentence was an tart one that his mother would be annoyed if he had let slip. D’art didn’t care though. He wanted this to be done already! D'von would signal him by going after the other wing now or D'art would do it himself.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:34 pm
D'reighton tensed and snapped his wings open. This was wrong. This was wrong. They knew nothing about this stallion except what they could see and he looked less alarming then they did. Luckily D'rei was out of sight and did not startle the group down below. How bad could their father be if there mother and their herd were..well what they were. D'rei ground his pointy teeth.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 12:12 pm
D'von's body language and facial expression didn't change as he moved to take his place on his father's other side. His brother's inability to remain silent sparked a bit of recklessness in himself as well. "Dammit, D'art, would you shut it?" Then he cleared his throat and responded to his cautious but oblivious father's question in a much less hostile tone. "We're looking for our father, D'mitri." Moving completely into position, he continued. "And we know he's here because our mother told us he is." He didn't know why, but in his mind he was screaming at his father. Why hadn't he noticed yet? It wasn't like Barb was a mare easily forgotten. He had to have noticed the similarities between her and D'von. His eyes, his spikes, his facial markings--they all matched. D'art had D'mitri's eyes and nose horn as well as Barb's fins and tail. Why hadn't he noticed?
And why was D'von so eager that he realize this and knock them away? Recklessness. Pure recklessness. As his spikes lightly pressed against the membrane of D'mitri's wing, he spoke again. "You don't mind sticking around and spending time with us, do you, Father?" He couldn't let his father take the air. If he did, it was all over. But why did he care? The winged stallion was a stranger, and his mother's orders were absolute. Why was he trying to drop hints at a time like this, hints that his denser brother wouldn't pick up? He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to do his job and feel no remorse. Why? Why was he acting recklessly after suppressing those impulses for so long?
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 12:00 pm
D'mitri sensed their sinister intentions. What had he done that angered them so? The male was confused as to this quest for their 'father'. He studied them more closely now as one of them even sounded like him. Then the realization smacked him as hard as the day that barbed she-wench broke his head and his heart.
These were his children. He had abandoned them to her. And they wanted revenge.
D'mitri wanted to run, wanted to tear away, but he felt the spike on his wing membrane from the calmer one. The dragon male took in a breath looking toward both of his spawn. How had they grown up so foul, and so full of hatred? Had Barb taught them that? He opened his mouth speaking slowly, "My sons, I had no knowledge of your existence. Had I known, I would have gladly spent time with you...but your mother is to blame, not I."His green eyes met the gaze of his boys as his wings were held a little higher now to avoid being torn by the one closest to him. He needed a way to escape. Thankfully his winged genetics were not passed on...
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:08 pm
His brother had done his part and distracted their father so now it was D’art’s turn to use the fangs he had to his advantage. If he couldn’t get a hold of the wings with his teeth he’d just angle his head so that his horn would angle toward his father for a swipe. Growling he intended to assail his father with his hooves if he got a hold of him. Snorting D’art bit at his father’s wings. He hoped his brother would grab the other wing while his father turned his attention toward himself. Together they could hold him down and do some real damage. His other brothers could then swoop and even land on their sire doing more damage than either D’art and D’von could do just anchoring and ripping at the stallion. Soon his blood would be flowing and watering the ground making the air rich with the metallic smell and tinge of blood. Another growl was building up in his chest and his eyes started to go a bit wild. How well would his father fight with two on one? It should be a easy kill for most but D’art wasted something more. It was a drive. A need.
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