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as we dance with the devil tonight - Kaj - 03-28-2015

{the stormbringer}
every day I'm cast away, a vagabond
battle born
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Heat at last began to relent, allowing for clearer thought and cooler hides. Orangemoon was on the horizon, looming as a promise of reprieve. With plans in motion and nothing but waiting to do, Kaj finally had the time, the awareness, for revenge. It came naturally to him, a creature as primal and instinctual as the old blood that had eventually brought him into life. His temper had been unleashed for the first time in Helovia against a stag by the name of Tonka, and Kaj had brought him to the Edge with soreness in his bones but victory in his lungs. Azale Moniet had been a figure worth protecting, a child with so much life and vitality left ahead of her. It hurt to know that, in return for Aaron to be led home safe on a path of security, her life was forfeit in the hands of Fate. Destrier would have garnered the same reaction once. The blood and emotion between the two had developed into a bond that was tempered and strong. Cherished. Or so Kaj had assumed, until the brute had disappeared for seasons on end only to reappear without ever speaking a word to the Storm Bringer. Their friendship was apparently not worth the time it took to seek out Kaj, assure him that he was safe and returned. So Kaj believed that he was able to give equal time before pursuing the thief that had stolen Destrier’s items. Part of Kaj was seeking out the spotted stallion for his once-friend, but as a King, it was his duty to keep potential dangers away from his borders. Whether he wrenched the shoes from the thief’s hooves or not, Kaj would show him that the Edge was not to be a target in the future.

A mild wind caressed the stallion, barely a whisper, a kiss against his hide. Worlds away from the violent, turbulent winds that had chilled and cut into him during his fight with Resplendence. Even though his shortened hair – yet another relic from that fight – would have made fighting easier in that harsher weather regardless, the gentler zephyrs were still welcome. Coming off the ocean below, they were cool, blissful promises of the approaching colder weather, and helped to keep the stubborn Tallsun heat off his person. Yet another reason to fuel his hatred for the Goddess. Kaj wondered briefly if his hatred for her stemmed more from his love for Archibald, for what she’d done to him and his family. A deep inhale broke away those thoughts, azure eyes closing. He stood perched upon the precipice of the edge, so familiar to the cliffs of his homeland. The surrounded area was where he had last tracked the spotted thief, and he prayed – still such an abnormal, tentative experience for him – that the foe he sought would be the one to respond to his summons, his challenge.

Turning from where he overlooked the water, the king strode across the short, cropped grasses. Beach flora, weathered and sparse. Kaj idly kicked at the ground, determining its worth and weakness. These were things he needed to know for the fight ahead. The soil was more sand than earth, but a decent enough mix. Kaj had chosen the spot specifically considering his own advantages, most importantly being the wings attached to his sides. The nameless opponent he sought was wingless, could not follow him over the cliff if Kaj needed a reprieve. The king sobered to recall his fight with Ulrik, the old remembered pain of his wing being injured. He would simply have to avoid that during their fight, he told himself firmly. Dusk was descending, the moon rising before him in the east, his back to the west and the water of the Blue’s ocean. It was time. Craning his head back he called out, as loud as his lungs could manage, sharp and aggressive. It was the only thing he could think of to do, as he did not know the name of the thief that had stolen from Destrier. All that was left was to wait, marking the passage of time by the moon that steadily rose before him, taunting him. Kaj grit his teeth in fury. He would prove himself beneath Her light, what mockery it was. He would save his family. This was merely another step towards that goal, in a way. What are you really fighting for? What is your real drive behind this? He found himself asking. The answer eluded him.



Northern Endless Blue, a tall cliffside overlooking the water, much like this. Flatland all around. Short, sparse grass and sand-earth mixed underfoot. Dusk, rapidly approaching nighttime, moon rising in the east and shedding light across the flatland.

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Notes: Kaj will be taking the HP damage in his spar with Archibald, not this spar!




RE: as we dance with the devil tonight - Argen - 03-29-2015

Argen & Solomon
the darkest burning star

The night was quickly approaching, and the boy and his dragon were settling down for the night. In their true fashion, they stayed close to the beaches since their discovery of them, just as they had with the heavenly fields. The beach was a new and exciting territory, and the bronze pair would not leave until they had explored and memorized every inch of it. They were outcasts, and thi was their home. They needed to understand the way the world went, how the bluffs curled over each other, and how the water drizzled over the grass during a storm. It was no different than if they were charged with the task of patrolling a herd land, except that they were free to be leisurely and thorough. Settled beneath a beach tree, Argen pressed his shoulder into the bark. Solomon curled on his croup, rumbling silently and deep from his chest. The dragon always rumbled as he attempted to sleep. It was as if the dragon was humming to himself a lullaby, and Argen took comfort in it as well.

On the cusp of the night, however, their sleep was disturbed. High above them, the bluffs carried a call. The call was demanding and harsh, a dangerous cry of battle and revenge. Solomon perked his head up first, his lightning yellow eyes snapping around. Argen’s ears twitched and he lifted his head groggily, annoyance spilling from his chest to wrap over his body. Who dare disturb their slumber and call for battle? Grumbling, the spotted boy shifted his weight and moved towards the call. He shook the sleep from his eyes and entered into an easy trot over the rolling hills. “Solomon, scout from the air and stay hidden. You are the secret weapon,” Argen whispered to the dragon. With scales that still shimmered brilliantly in the low night of dusk, the draconian prince took to the sky. His wings stretched and carried him high into the clouds, out of sight and out of mind. If whoever called them did not know of the dragon, Solomon could surprise them with hellfire and regret for calling such a meeting as this.

Solid hooves carried him easily over the sands mixed with beach grasses until the land solidified under his weight and the grasses became thicker. Calculating, amber eyes flicked around him in the distance until, finally, standing on a cliff, stood his assumed opponent. Argen’s body puffed up—his neck arched and his muscles tightened, ears lowered against his skull and his hind end tucked beneath him. The young stallion’s teeth gnashed the air and he gave his own grunt before a snort. His trot was short and dance-like, moving slowly and surely to inspect this winged stallion before he dove into the throws of battle with him. The pegasus was larger and bulkier, with obvious draft heritage. Argen held draft heritage, too, but it was not as apparent in him as it was in the light buckskin. Argen assumed the stallion would be stronger than him with his attacks, and the spotted would have to lean more on his agility and speed. It would be a new revelation, for the last time he danced with a pegasus he had to use his brute force as a hurricane of treachery.

Another snort left his muzzle and Argen rocketed his body forward, an extended canter pulling his legs forward to hopefully close the distance between him and the pegasus. The hardened ground beneath his hooves tinged with the impact of his stolen shoes, and he did not slip in his charge. The roaned stallion lowered his head and shot out his neck when he thought he was in the perfect spot, aiming to snap his teeth closed on the unknown stallion’s right side wing joint. If he had learned anything from his fight with Ghost, it was to keep pegasi grounded, or else the battle was futile. Do not let him fly away, Argen called over the bond with his dragon, high above and unseen in the dark clouds. Front hooves rolled forward, high and arching, attempting to scrape down the large stallion’s front right leg and damage the knee or cannon.




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RE: as we dance with the devil tonight - Kaj - 04-19-2015

{the stormbringer}
every day I'm cast away, a vagabond
battle born
</style>


Night curled against his hide like a caress as he awaited the competitor he sought, making him feel sick with its intimacy and promise. He hated to fight beneath Her light, but it gave him further incentive, boiled his blood to a higher temperature. He would show Her that he was stronger than what she thought could break them, just as he would shed blood in defense of his brother’s loss and rape of personal items. Even if he still felt as if Destrier had betrayed him. Kaj shook his head firmly, trying to jostle himself into the right frame of mind for fighting. No, he couldn’t be distracted, couldn’t be confused. But he was, helplessly. It only infuriated him more, that he couldn’t even fight for his family with a clear mind. Yet another failure to add to the list. The feeling of dissent, disgust, followed him about even as his kin remained doggedly loyal. All but those whom he’d wanted to remain the most, Kaj thought with a pang through his heart. What are you fighting for?

The wind rustled through the sparse grass, the moon taunting him high above, his only answer.

It didn’t supplement him while he awaited his opponent, the air brisk against his coat. Only his neck remained warm, the glass armor keeping his heat close, his sins even closer. Scalding, even, against his skin. A flash of gold caught his eye, silvery moonlight like a beacon, searching out his opponent and bringing him to the light of justice. Kaj wielded that hammer, and he would bring it down upon the thief regardless of personal faults and inhibitions. A sneer lifted his lips, to see the one that had targeted his family bathed in the murderous light of the Goddess he similarly despised. He hated him, hated what he stood for, what he’d done. What he was making Kaj do, what he was making him think and feel. Kaj bared his teeth fully, muscles rippling as he widened his stance. Come and get me, he thought darkly. Neck arched, glass warm against his skin. Kahlua was watching out for him, in her own way. It wasn’t a comfort.

The thief was lithe, fast. He reminded Kaj of Resplendence, but Kaj would have no such restrictions for the battle that was to come that he’d had when fighting his Doctor. Kaj would crush him, would destroy him. Maybe that would make the war in his head silence itself.

For all his posing, his procrastination, the thief finally surged forward. Kaj gnashed his teeth, over-eager. Finally. It was a dangerous line he was toeing, but the storm inside him broke like a flimsy dam nonetheless. Kaj didn’t intend to just dominate the thief, to make him understand the error of his ways. Kaj was going to unleash everything on the poor bastard, and as he bunched his hindquarters and shot forward in answer to the golden’s movement, his tongue thirsted for the taste of blood. Of death. Oh, but Bronze had taught Kaj well, and the Storm Bringer was already moving to arch his wings high out of the way when the two came together like arcing comets. Kaj was slower, but he made up for it with fury, and he laughed maniacally as his wings snapped high with a sound like the crack of a whip, bite missing. Kaj turned his body into the hooves he suspected were aimed his way. He still had the scar from Bronze, an even older one from Maskan. Common move, boy, he growled mockingly. The weanling knew nothing of blood and battle, and Kaj would teach him, would grind his crimson life into the sand and dirt below. The whelp would learn respect, of the King and his possessions. So Kaj would take that blow, because he had one planned in retaliation. Kaj planted himself deep into the earth, an oak that couldn’t be weathered by the slim-whip seedling he fought against. Massive right shoulder slammed outward, supplemented by a hard right lunge, ready to knock into the slimmer stallion. Teeth aimed for the spine of the shorter stallion, a snarling beast descending for the bite. Hooves nicked against the outer side of Kaj’s right leg, right above the knee, sparing the joint. It stung, but it was nothing beneath the monstrous fury that had consumed him. So long as the joint was spared, the beast didn’t care. He’d suffer the scrape, the surface bruise. For a minute he gleefully envisioned knocking the thief completely free of his hooves, descending upon him, dishing out the killing blow. Some sort of muted internal horror at the thought jerked him away, made him realize what he was doing. He wasn’t that stallion anymore. He was doing this for his family. Right?




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RE: as we dance with the devil tonight - Blu - 05-17-2015

Argen defaults to Kaj. Kaj earns 0.5 VP.