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Post by corruptpudding on Apr 8, 2015 21:54:47 GMT -5
Snake II Bachelor II Scavenger A dull throb pulsed in the scabbing wound Snake had received from an enemy equine, it's red rimmed interior recently cleansed of grime and packed with a healing herb by one of the broods. It would scar no doubt, and serve as a constant reminder to his failure. How could he forget at any rate? It had been what, a few days since his excursion to the Olde Isle without permission? Luckily and miraculously he hadn't been caught, but this served as only a minor subsidy for all of the humiliation he'd received. Those wretched Olde stallions would pay this! A tumultuous rage burned deep in the pit of his stomach and sapped his mood of any optimistic thought aside from revenge. It showed in the venomous tone of his voice and the searing glare that had permeated his yellow gaze. He would not let those uppity bastards live out their days in peace after beating him to a pulp and banishing him back to his herd, faint from blood loss and exhaustion. He lay in a bed of soft, seasonally yellowed grasses, resting up his quickly healing muscles. He was young and limber and he had nearly healed to full health aside from the still-slight burn of his open wounds, but they were nothing compared the the defeat and anger that stirred up his thoughts. His sour mood was impervious to the sticky, muggy air that hinted of a coming storm. Normally he didn't like the way it would make his mane frizz up or prick uncomfortably at his coat, but his mind was to occupied to take note of the weather. The spotted stallion drifted off in thought, a scowl plastered to his face as he formulated one dastardly plan after another to reek havoc upon those sissy baby unicorn worshipers. A shadow overtook his form and it took him a moment to register the change of light. He blinked away his thoughts and lifted his head to stare irritably at the young stallion standing over him. He looked familiar, but Snake couldn't recall his name. "What do you want?" he grunted, eyeing the sandy colored equine suspiciously. He'd been keeping his distance from the herd ever since he'd gotten back to stave off any unwanted interactions aside from the broods who'd been giving him herbs. He wasn't exactly in the mood for friendly socializing. |
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Post by katha88 on Apr 28, 2015 5:47:05 GMT -5
Abel rambled over the plains, as he spotted Snake lying in the soft grass. All patched up after his latest raid, Abel hadn't noticed his absence as he didn't much care about the other stallions in the herd, all his friendships were family related. Snake had been in the same group of younger scavengers as Abel when he participated his first raid. Snake did barely notice him, as he was mostly standing in the way at first. Besides that they never had any contact and barely knew each other.
He sneaked towards him, looming over him as he looked at his wounds. What do you want, Snake hissed at him and Abel raised a brow, looking down at him. Abel smirked and his scarred nostril twitched, “What did you do Snake? Did your latest solo raid turn out badly?” Abel couldn’t help but to snicker a bit. Snake wasn’t really one of his favourite herd members, he was known to be cruel to the mares and he was arrogant. Probably a reason why he went off alone on his latest raid and it pleased Abel how he was sitting there now. Some Loner must have beaten up his sorry ass quite a bit, “seems like you ran into the wrong guy to steal from.” His purple eyes stared amused at Snake, somehow he had earned back what he had dealt out.
Even though Abel did not sympathize much with Snake, he somehow felt sorry for the guy. All injured and nobody was taking care of him, Abel hoped that if he ever came into this situation, a beloved mare would cure his pain and lie down to him as long as it took to heal.
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Post by corruptpudding on May 14, 2015 20:12:10 GMT -5
Snake sneered at the young stallion and heaved him self up, bits of herb raining from his hide. "If you must know," he drawled, lifting his head high and flattening his ears in a most disdainful expression. "I was ambushed by two drafts of the Olde herd. I would say it's actually quite a feat to still be alive." he paused, giving the appaloosa a one over. "But what would you know? I doubt you've ever experienced a real fight." he murmured in challenge, his voice its usual silky soft tenor. He made a slow circle around the shorter stallion, eyeing him warily. Something seemed...familiar...about him. But what? Sure he'd seen him around, but it was more than that somehow.
"I don't suppose your another one of Sheva's boys?" he asked, his expression cool. The breeze rumpled Snake's tangle of a mane and whipped his forelock from his face, so that the thin X mark across his face was clearly visible.
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Post by katha88 on May 26, 2015 6:59:06 GMT -5
Abel narrowed his eyes grinning at Snake who was clearly annoyed by the red head’s appearance and mocking. „Well there you got me. I never fought a real fight, that’s true. And I think I will try to stay away from it as long as I can. I can’t imagine myself fighting wildly, I am not made for it- though I might have no other chance now that we are officially at war.“ His mocking expression suddenly dropped into a frown, he knew that he had bad chances, even though Cain drilled them to train and spar as much as they can.
He sighed but peaked his ears at the mention of his mother and curiously watched Snake. „Yes I am.“ He didn’t knew how he would take to it, usually most horses had a positive attitude towards Sheva and her flock. Especially the younger mares liked her as she had always a nice word for them and welcomed her in her warm arms. Quite some were fostered by her and the family was large with Lilith’s and Delilah’s additions. Abel cocked his head at Snake, somehow he would perfectly fit into that pot of appaloosa soup, but Sheva’s family wasn’t the only one with the spotty gene’s. Ghost had created some too and there was the gorgeous Lotus with her spots and many more.
„And now what are you going to do about those Olde fanatics. I guess you had planned to steal in the north and you came home empty handed. Oh wait, you still have your life.“ Abel blinked at him, „still, are you going back to raid again? I don’t think that anyone had dared to go to Olde since the declaration of war, except of you. Brave, but alone … it was a stupid move.“ Abel watched Snake amused with a raised brow.
Somehow he wanted to go to the unicorn lovers, if the two of them could make it - successful this time - they could be quite proud and the other stallions would speak about them in a positive way. „You should teach them, what it means if they let a Bachelor run….“
Abels soft mouth curled to a snarling grin, an expression unfamiliar to his face.
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Post by corruptpudding on May 30, 2015 0:51:50 GMT -5
Snake shook his head at the young stallion's words. Not made for it? He'd learned from a young age that was only an excuse. Any stallion could fight, he just needed to learn how to use what he had. The spotted equine's ears swiveled back and pinned against his head at the appaloosa's next response. He'd expected as much. That no good rotten daughter of a- he halted in his thoughts, focusing again on the bachelor before him. He couldn't let his anger overcome him and risk letting his true feelings show. He had his reasons for...disliking...that old brood. But taking it out on her son was of little use. It wasn't his fault who his mother was, the poor kid probably didn't know as much about her as he thought. At any rate, it seemed his new acquaintance was of more use to him as an ally than an enemy.
Snake watched, secretly delighted, as the stallion's face curled into a snarling grin.
"Are you suggesting we teach them a lesson...together?" Snake asked, his voice silky smooth. "I would certainly entertain the company. And don't mind all that 'not made for fighting' nonsense." He added, attempting to further reel in his potential partner in crime. "Heavy horses aren't the only ones capable of fighting. We lighter equines can use our speed and agility to our advantage and turn their slow, heavy weight against them. I can teach you a thing or two, then you won't have to worry about the size of your opponent." he cooed, his voice its ever soft tenor.
The spotty stallion tossed his wild mane and rubbed his nose against his shoulders, brushing off the remaining bits of clingy herb before trotting in the direction of the land bridge. "Just act casual, like you know what your doing, and no one will question us." he nickered, his yellow eyes glancing toward the fringe of the herd. "We haven't got all day, quickly!" and Snake picked up his pace, breaking into a gallop when they were out of sight from the herd.
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Post by katha88 on Jun 11, 2015 2:25:31 GMT -5
AbelTeaching them a lesson TOGETHER? What had he gotten himself into. Abel tried to hide his puzzlement and insecurity, but it was hard as Snake even mentioned fighting. Using his speed and agility? He had tried his best as youngling to fake illness so he didn’t have to take part in the sparring and running lessons of his mentor. He had improved his stealth abilities as he sneaked silently away from it all. How should he take revenge on some Olde horse that just had maimed this stallion he barely knew. He felt a big frown pulling on his mouth corners, but forced them into a grin. Smiling in insecurity was better then to show how afraid you actually are, he thought and nodded eagerly. That eager energy for nodding just plainly was the sudden nervous tingling that crawled down his legs. Act casual like we know what we are doing? I don’t know what I am doing here! Abel looked after the spotted horse with big eyes and tuned around to see if anybody was watching and then followed gasping after Snake. He was such an idiot and would certainly get himself killed. Quickly he said…. all Abel wanted was to plant his hooves into the dirt, turn around and run back to the herd and in this case he would even prefer to watch Lilith and Delilah in their awful game where they brush their tails into each others faces. The thought wrinkled his nostrils in distaste and his tongue added some more to the expression. Snake confidently galloped towards the shore, the sun was shining beautifully, the waves softly brushed at the sand bank and there wasn’t even a breeze in the air. Abels eyes widened again as Snake approached the water - they were going to SWIM? TOWARDS THE OLDE ISLE? And suddenly he remembered that the landbridge had been destroyed. Like he was a swimmer, yeah. But thankfully he would die drowning now instead of a beating by an Olde horse. GREAT. He stopped in front of the water, pacing from left to right, before he wildly jumped into the water and salt immediately burned in his eyes and nostrils, as he wasn’t used to swim, his body felt heavy like it would pull him to the ground. His legs paddling wildly to move forward. At least they had entered the water at the closest edge to the Olde isle where the silver forest was just laying in front of them. Some hope, Abel thought.Arturo | Olde KnightIt was a beautiful spring day as Arturo peacefully trotted though the Silver Wood, the silvery trees shining faintly. He had allowed himself a day off work but of course not off training. Some Lunar raves squwaked at him while they watched him walking along the peaceful bubbling river. He would visit Obscura later he thought and moved ahead, watching out for his favorite place in the river. The water was pooling there and floating slower, some leagues before the praying pool. He stepped into the sacred water that was pleasantly warm. Though it was spring, the temperatures on Olde still dropped to freezing temperatures at night and wasn’t cozy during the day, sometimes snow still fell from the sky. Arturo thought about winter and the Silver Wood. It was beautiful when the silvery trees were framed by pure white snow and the area glowed silver and the warm waters glistered in a turquoise manner.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jun 11, 2015 12:06:22 GMT -5
Snake
It was impossible for a horse to swim the entire length between the island unless they had the gift of nymphism, but Snake had already planned for this. Remnants of the land bridge thrust out of the water like jagged teeth, offering the horses just enough of a foot hold to stand precariously in place and catch their breath. Snake hid his sly grin behind a sobbing mess of forelock upon seeing his companion's uncertainty and wavering smile. With any luck he could lure the lad into becoming a full-time partner in crime. He looked like he needed a little trouble adventure in his life.
"Almost there." he gasped between gulps of air. The silver wood-lined shore was so close he could practically smell it despite the salt that now crusted his muzzle and stung his eyes. With that, he leaped back into the water for the last time and at long last heaved himself upon the white washed beach. He stopped for a short respite and to wait for his partner to catch up.
"Alright Abel," he said when the stallion had come into earshot. "The first Olde horse we see gets it. If it's a big one, just watch what I do and you'll figure out how to use your size to your advantage." he instructed, his soft voice a little hoarse from the strain of the long swim and the salt he had accidently swallowed.
"Let's go." with that he ambled into the silver wood, headless of the rules he was breaking and the innocent equine he was dragging down with him.
(Poor Abel xD)
Alabaster
What sort of flower is this? the snowy stallion leaned over the unusual bloom, inspecting its yellow-gold petals that faded to white at the center. Even more curious was the matching butterfly that came to land upon the plant. With a baffled snort, the pompous advisor moved away from his object of study to continue his walk on such a peaceful day as this.
The cool spring air felt wonderful after the harsh, frigid winter his herd had experienced. Alabaster had nearly gotten himself, his niece, and a friend lost in a blizzard. But that was a story for another time. He blew out a sigh of contentedness, breathing in the sweet, damp scent of new growth and the cold, muddy smell of snow melt.
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And suddenly he remembered that the landbridge had been destroyed. Like he was a swimmer, yeah. But thankfully he would die drowning now instead of a beating by an Olde horse. GREAT. He stopped in front of the water, pacing from left to right, before he wildly jumped into the water and salt immediately burned in his eyes and nostrils, as he wasn’t used to swim, his body felt heavy like it would pull him to the ground. His legs paddling wildly to move forward. At least they had entered the water at the closest edge to the Olde isle where the silver forest was just laying in front of them. Some hope, Abel thought.