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[Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Tisco - 11-01-2012 Tisco wandered through the fields. Hopefully a nice surrounding would give him a small bit of courage. He had to talk to three horses that could bring storms. He had to make them use their storms against him. Tisco sniffed the air. A cold winter day. The sun was just able to peek over the clouds. Snow fell gently onto his dark bay coat. His blue eyes gazed into the sky. Fear was already taking him. He waited around, hoping that his life would not be taken today. He planned out how he would do this. First and foremost, he would tell the horses about his quest to get the power, and then he would explain why they needed to use their storms on him. He wanted to take on one storm at a time, and rest before he would take on the next storm. That was his plan, now it was time to put it into action. Tisco waited silently, letting the air lift his mane, letting it flow. He kicked up the snow, collecting his strength and his courage, and he stood, his blue eyes showing courage and strength, his stance showing his pride. He was ready to face what the Moon Goddess had set for him. Word Count:209 OOC:Really nervous. X3 RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Seiren - 11-03-2012
RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Midas - 11-03-2012 BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING It called him. Like a tick or virus snagging at his heartstrings. Morning had just come, and with it the strangest of whispers baring an empty set of wordless instructions. He firstly tried to ignore the crazy feelings and go about an average morning routine; soon the general realized that his efforts at distraction were in vain. Irritation bloomed when no reasonable explanation came forth in his mind. After a few hours of this he grew tired of the annoying urges. Eventually, this led to him giving in with a begrudged sigh. Feathers unfurled, a streak of ivory and gold burst from earth into an early afternoon sky with one mighty thrust. Pectorals flexed his tense tendons; they pinched his chest angrily for not first being warmed up. The intricately decorated band around his collar no longer weighted movements—at least not the way it first had a few months ago. Midas had grown stronger with the passing of time, aided by constant exercise. It wasn’t long before a familiar bay stud came into sight, along with two figures that he did not recognize. Circling above them the warrior debated on landing and almost flew away. His levels of patience were not high enough to deal with the rowdy stud he had driven from the throat this summer past. But just as he angled away, the pulling along his heartstrings intensified to the point of discomfort. Magic was at work here. Who was he to deny the will of the gods? Fine. Snorting irritably the golden male turned back and took to landing. After closing wings he started toward the trio at an almost sluggish pace. Politely he nodded respectfully at the mother and child upon approach, “Good day,” Squarely he faced the other, locking eyes he added flatly, “I’m assuming there is a reason for my presence to be so forcefully demanded here?” RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Tisco - 11-04-2012 "Thank you for coming here."Tisco bowed his head to the two horses, giving a glare at the unicorn mare."I have been given a quest by the Moon Goddess. I need the both of you to perform your storm magic on me. One storm at a time though, as I am not wanting to be injured too seriously."Tisco noticed that the white mare had foal beside her, and the way the mare looked at him gave him the idea that she was racist or a hater of normal equines. The winged stallion looked all too familiar, but Tisco could not put a hoof on it exactly. He looked around, the third horse had not arrived. He looked at the other two, his courage and adrenaline were beginning to escalate. He waited for them to decide who would use their storm on him first. Word Count:145 OOC: Some one perform your storm magic on him please. RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Seiren - 11-04-2012
RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Midas - 11-04-2012 BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING At long last the urges inside his tight gut vanished, he had come to the place of calling and now it was up to the bay stud to entice their ears with whatever longing was to be dealt. After his part was said the little coal avian spoke up in cheery delight, "Hello mister!!" Attention momentarily turned to offer the youngster a warm smile, but a hateful look from said mother retracted both happy souls in an instant. It seemed someone had awoken with their tail knotted up. A frown formed but he didn’t linger gaze were it obvious wasn’t wanted, a wiser nature warned to leave said agitated woman alone. Lord only knew what kind of day she was having, and it truly wasn’t his place to judge. Their host bowed submissively, to which Midas did not return; then gave instructions and explained the reasoning for such a godly calling. "I have been given a quest by the Moon Goddess. I need the both of you to perform your storm magic on me. One storm at a time though, as I am not wanting to be injured too seriously." A slip of composure fell from his features and the briefest hint of surprise filtered through. Brain allowed this falter for only a moment before recovering. Midas found the request to be rather self-centered, especially since the first impression he had received from the lad was a lingering memory that still left a bitter residue on his tongue. The use of magic wasn’t something to be taken lightly, it required energy to be spent; and during frostfall spending energy unwisely could prove fatal for those that played above their means. The ivory woman echoed his thoughts and asked for payment, he nodded once without glancing her way and added, “She speaks the truth. You’ve expressed a desire, but what can you give in return for this?” RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Histe - 11-05-2012
RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Tisco - 11-06-2012 Tisco wondered what he would do in trade for their storms. He bowed his head."I suppose you are right, as I have no power over you, and so therefore you may refuse. But I will not be too grateful." Tisco looked at the mare. The young foal at her side spoke, and was quickly scolded."No, you may keep your child. I am sorry you must waste your energy on a simple horse like me, but I suppose that the pain I suffer and my screaming shall be pleasing to you all? Would it not be amusing for some of you?"Tisco felt as though he was putting his life up for sale. His soul, so to speak. Tisco remembered where he had seen the pegasus before. The foul creature had not allowed him his way. Tisco turned around from the group and smirked, foul ideas playing in his mind. If they refused, he would take the mare's foal and squeeze the life out of it, and attack the other two horses. He did not know if he could take all three of them on, but with an innocent horse on the line, they might agree. Tisco felt his bloody side grow on him, consuming him. The one mare though, the one with the cougar seemed a bit brutal. Tisco watched a thunderstorm roll into the sky above once the mare with the cougar had entered. Soon, if these horses agreed, Tisco would control a storm like this. And he waited for the horses to allow him, for if they did not, he would attack. And kill. Word Count:268 OOC:Pretty please? I don't want Tisco to become a murderer just yet. RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Tisco - 11-25-2012 [[OOC: We can skip Danjahh because she has not been on in 20 or so days]] RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Midas - 11-28-2012 BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING Another lady appeared, equine now and perfectly in sync with the other. Gaze turned to regard her politely, noting the companion that trailed her side, a fanged cat of sorts. Cougar. After only a moment’s assessment, he looked away and returned attention toward their selfish acting company. A response came, one that tightened velvet senses along forehead in obvious disgust, "I suppose you are right, as I have no power over you, and so therefore you may refuse. But I will not be too grateful." What reason did Midas or any in their group have to care if this rude, annoying equine was grateful or not? "No, you may keep your child. I am sorry you must waste your energy on a simple horse like me, but I suppose that the pain I suffer and my screaming shall be pleasing to you all? Would it not be amusing for some of you?" Worth was not measured by the amount of magic one had. Snorting loudly and striking the ground with one sharpened foredagger, head bobbed in disagreement, “I take no pleasure in hurting others,” he said sharply, narrowed brows tightened, “If this is all you have to say, then I see no reason for my presence here—I shall take my leave,” dismissing the stallion with a flick of bannered appendage, Midas took a step back and spread wings to ascend toward heaven. Obviously there was a lesson to be learned by all this, and the bay man had yet to learn it. He would be damned if this brash creature would see a single speck of his magical threads. RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Histe - 11-29-2012
RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Tisco - 11-29-2012 Tisco flicked his ears back."Don't taunt me!"He grumbled. "You speak lies, mare."A strange growl rose in his throat. "I speak the truth. I am not like the Moon Goddess. I say the truth and nothing but the truth."He glanced at all the horses."Here's an offer."He paused, grunting."I shall offer myself as your slave, or, bodyguard shall we say?"He looked around."I shall come to your aid if you require it. If I hear word that you are in need, I shall come. I shall protect you and your family. But I will be stronger with the storm magic, and it doubles the odds of you alive."Tisco stared at the brindle mare."I do not know what to do for you. I may provide you with a creature to torture, or maybe a creature for your companion to feast upon? It'd save you both time and energy." Tisco grinned."We share a passion you know. Torture, screams. You have yet to see my dark side."He grinned, his eyes turned into those of the devil. He snorted, waiting for the horses reply. He would leave if they did not agree to his offers. OOC: Please. It's pathetic, I know. X3 WC: 188 RE: [Questing][Histe,Midas,Seiren]Facing the Storms - Midas - 12-01-2012 BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING Brash glare darkened woman gave was totally ignored; Midas was favoring present company less and less and therefor found attention drawn to only their host. Wings itched to take him high into the clouds, away from angry stares and selfish desires. The group exchanged words; brindled mare took a surprising stance, slightly similar to the one Throats general had chosen. Just as arched appendages were about to thrust down and cause lift, carrying him away from all. Bay stag desperately bleated again, tone pleading now. Midas was reminded of his lord, and the great mercy that was shown upon him in moments of foul sin. Settling slightly the general listened to all that was said with a tightly knitted frown. He still felt inclined to leave; swallowing that mortal desire was perhaps the most bitter of flavors. For a moment the golden general seriously took into account all that the bay creature had said, nearly giving in and accepting the offer of physical protection. Until….. "We share a passion you know. Torture, screams. You have yet to see my dark side." Narrowed orbs made quick decision, “Find another creature to do your bidding; I will not take part in feeding power to such a hateful and ill-fated heart.” Rising high now with swift beats, he left them to do whatever. Midas would take no part in feeding evil. OCC: Midas exits |