Post by kyr on Oct 24, 2006 17:19:05 GMT -5
it might be smart just to walk away
adrenaline was coursing through him with every passing second. just as abrubtly as he had entered the beach land, he had left, without leaving a trace. he just wanted this new life of his to begin, and for this battle to be over. though, he had to admit, he was looking forward to the fight. it was so new and exciting. the thought seemed to put him over the edge, in a good way, as if to "pump him up." like a speech before game night. Figure moved steathily through the wooded bed, just a shadow among the giants, lurking silently in its depths. The loam was somewhat squishy, with alot of give, so as not to pressure his appendages, and he continued on without breaking stride. the season was fall, there was a bitter chill in the air, which made it liable for accusations of upcoming winter. he needed a home before then, or all of his plans would be ruined. if this didn't work out, he wouldn't know what to do. so he just needed confidence. and right then, he was full of it. there was enough to spare. grunting as he dodged an obstacle in the path, a randomly place boulder, leping out of it's course with inches to spare. paying no attention to his near mishap, he continued to amble towards the battle grounds, itching to be there, and holding no nerves. he needed to be there now. the sooner the better. that was the only explanation he had for it.
as he continued on in flight, thoughts strayed various times. first, to titanic and phantasie, for they were the most important beings in his life, without a doubt. the mareof two tone coloring with the filly solid. titanic, a mixture of mahogany and ivory, a petite paint warmblood. oh, and his first love. and possibly his only true. phantasie, their filly, a dark mahogany, taking traits from both her sire and dam, and a spawn he was proud of whole heartedly. titanic and himself had met in ways that one would think anything but romantic. he had shuffled off into the wilderness plains, at entity, where titanic had been been idle, waiting patiently for a pleasant chat. instantly drawn to the feminine figure, he strutted towards her, and was disgusted by the repulsive scent that was apparant on her skin. that of another stallion's. still, he dreaded the scent to this day, which was why he hated the terra's aromas so. anyhow, though he had been repulsed by one scent, he was enticed by another. but this was the aroma of love. better known as the mare's scent of being in season. he was a novice at everything, ubt acted as a veteran. just that morning he had been granted permmission by his father, king of entity, to begin a harem within gavalim's borders, and with such information, he had wandered off. and now, he was so new to this scent, and the aroma drew him in, and he was unable to resist. but still, there had been that other stallion's scent. so, he did what seemed the only logical thing at the time. forcebred and then stole her. and how that had affected his life, for he came to love her, and cherish every moment with her. really, a good thing had come from a bad thing. and then, in fall, Phantasie was born, just a week or two ago. another milestone in his short life, and another great one. everything was going right, until..entity began to crumble. why it started it's demise was unknown to the clever hessian, but he knew they needed to leave. soon, the lands would be abolished, and the foliage supply would be gone. without a word, the trio had left silently, only talking amongst themselves, and to no other residential equines. including his father, karneval. zyanara, his dam, had been killed in the most tragic of circumstances, and karneval did not grieve, but accepted the tradgedy. he had been emotionless, and still remained that way about such affairs. he had always looked up to his father, for the being was the king of entity, he knew karneval would never abandon the lands, and who knows, maybe he could get it under control. but kyr was not willing to take the cyhance. so he fled. they fled. all three of them. and now they were in lemorsea. their new home. but right then, it didn't feel like it, and it wouldn't, not until the land was his. The beach, that was.
Ah, alas, he was in the battling lands. Satisfied, he waited patiently, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. The low words were let loose, a rumbling from his deep vocals. Come forth bronc, into these lands of bloodshed. the words were curdling, but he could not help them, they were part of his heritage. of his lining. he knew karneval had fought many times, and he was to uphold the honor of his sire. and he needed this, now more than ever. he needed to prove himself. he was worthy, this other stag wasn't. he would face victory. the other would face defeat.
[ooc-nothing special, no spell check]
adrenaline was coursing through him with every passing second. just as abrubtly as he had entered the beach land, he had left, without leaving a trace. he just wanted this new life of his to begin, and for this battle to be over. though, he had to admit, he was looking forward to the fight. it was so new and exciting. the thought seemed to put him over the edge, in a good way, as if to "pump him up." like a speech before game night. Figure moved steathily through the wooded bed, just a shadow among the giants, lurking silently in its depths. The loam was somewhat squishy, with alot of give, so as not to pressure his appendages, and he continued on without breaking stride. the season was fall, there was a bitter chill in the air, which made it liable for accusations of upcoming winter. he needed a home before then, or all of his plans would be ruined. if this didn't work out, he wouldn't know what to do. so he just needed confidence. and right then, he was full of it. there was enough to spare. grunting as he dodged an obstacle in the path, a randomly place boulder, leping out of it's course with inches to spare. paying no attention to his near mishap, he continued to amble towards the battle grounds, itching to be there, and holding no nerves. he needed to be there now. the sooner the better. that was the only explanation he had for it.
as he continued on in flight, thoughts strayed various times. first, to titanic and phantasie, for they were the most important beings in his life, without a doubt. the mareof two tone coloring with the filly solid. titanic, a mixture of mahogany and ivory, a petite paint warmblood. oh, and his first love. and possibly his only true. phantasie, their filly, a dark mahogany, taking traits from both her sire and dam, and a spawn he was proud of whole heartedly. titanic and himself had met in ways that one would think anything but romantic. he had shuffled off into the wilderness plains, at entity, where titanic had been been idle, waiting patiently for a pleasant chat. instantly drawn to the feminine figure, he strutted towards her, and was disgusted by the repulsive scent that was apparant on her skin. that of another stallion's. still, he dreaded the scent to this day, which was why he hated the terra's aromas so. anyhow, though he had been repulsed by one scent, he was enticed by another. but this was the aroma of love. better known as the mare's scent of being in season. he was a novice at everything, ubt acted as a veteran. just that morning he had been granted permmission by his father, king of entity, to begin a harem within gavalim's borders, and with such information, he had wandered off. and now, he was so new to this scent, and the aroma drew him in, and he was unable to resist. but still, there had been that other stallion's scent. so, he did what seemed the only logical thing at the time. forcebred and then stole her. and how that had affected his life, for he came to love her, and cherish every moment with her. really, a good thing had come from a bad thing. and then, in fall, Phantasie was born, just a week or two ago. another milestone in his short life, and another great one. everything was going right, until..entity began to crumble. why it started it's demise was unknown to the clever hessian, but he knew they needed to leave. soon, the lands would be abolished, and the foliage supply would be gone. without a word, the trio had left silently, only talking amongst themselves, and to no other residential equines. including his father, karneval. zyanara, his dam, had been killed in the most tragic of circumstances, and karneval did not grieve, but accepted the tradgedy. he had been emotionless, and still remained that way about such affairs. he had always looked up to his father, for the being was the king of entity, he knew karneval would never abandon the lands, and who knows, maybe he could get it under control. but kyr was not willing to take the cyhance. so he fled. they fled. all three of them. and now they were in lemorsea. their new home. but right then, it didn't feel like it, and it wouldn't, not until the land was his. The beach, that was.
Ah, alas, he was in the battling lands. Satisfied, he waited patiently, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. The low words were let loose, a rumbling from his deep vocals. Come forth bronc, into these lands of bloodshed. the words were curdling, but he could not help them, they were part of his heritage. of his lining. he knew karneval had fought many times, and he was to uphold the honor of his sire. and he needed this, now more than ever. he needed to prove himself. he was worthy, this other stag wasn't. he would face victory. the other would face defeat.
[ooc-nothing special, no spell check]
