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[MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Crash Course - 04-30-2013 Crash Course
where's your crown? The season drug on and days passed slowly. The Throat had been providing a home for the draft stallion for what had to have been weeks now. Nearly silent the entire stay, he was drug here by Midas, the stallion who wore plates and layers of metallic armor during their battle.. well, more of a "let's beat Crash to the ground" game. He had stood no chance against the feathered brute, no matter how much he hated to admit it. The sun sat heavily in the sky, burning his thick coated hide. Though it had been a while, his body was still accustomed to the Basin; thick fur and long, knotted hair to cover his neck. Crash stood with his head held at shoulder height, ears pressed backward to listen behind him. Dark forelock cascaded over tired blue eyes, hiding them from the beating sun. Orangemoon had begun quite a while ago, but the sun never seemed to lessen in this hell hole. The stallion had been here for far too long. He lifted his large head, the black and silver bone protruding from the mess of hair glinting in the sunlight. "Midas, I know you're over here somewhere." His voice was gravely and loud, seeming to echo in the emptiness. He had no intentions of a fight, a dumb ass argument, or trying to run. The clumsy draft wouldn't be able to stand another fight against the much more in-shape warrior. Besides not knowing how to fight properly, he was still slightly sore from being struck in the withers. White ears rotated around, dark eyes peering from the thicket of hair to scan the surrounding areas. He'd easily be able to spot the brute in this landscape; the contrast of his colors surely would clash against the foliage just as Crash's did as well. (Sorry I did this before our other thread was over, I was going insane not being able to use him. But of course I'll finish out the rest of that thread as if he were still here. :) ) RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Midas - 05-01-2013
RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Crash Course - 05-02-2013 Crash Course
where's your crown? The sound of fluttering wings that he had come to know echoed through his brain. The brute shifted his face toward a rock where the bird-like male landed, his shiny hooves clinking against the stone. The stallion stood, saying nothing, above Crash. The gentle breeze that drove from Midas' landing, tussled small fly-aways in Crash's forelock. "Why am I still here? I have nothing to tell you that you'd want to know." He spoke with a bored, dry tone, watching his capture with intense eyes. The stay had been so boring and tiring, even though there was no intense abuse given to the draft. The lack of grazing that he was allowed make his weight decrease only by a bit, but it was only natural in this type of environment to be thinner, he had guessed. The trip back to the Basin would surely do a number on his body. The territory around him seemed to dish into the earth, creating a natural bowl. His mind wandered, wondering if this had ever been full of sweet, cold water. His dry tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. Dark eyes stayed put on the perched male, inspecting every feather and each joint that connected the feathery appendages to his shoulders. The fading coloration of his large wings was dazzling, though he hated to admit it. The stallion really was all around amazing from what he could scrape up from the back of his mind. He could fight, he was tender, he cared for his family - his herd, and he was a protector. The time spent in these lands gave Crash plenty of time to rethink what he could and should have done during their match. The first thing that came into his mind, he should have just grabbed one of those god forsaken feathers and taken off. Midas would have never known. (Tiny posts are tiny..) RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Midas - 05-06-2013
RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Crash Course - 05-06-2013 Crash Course
where's your crown? Instead of the expected sneer or scowl that Crash had expected to cross the paint's face, a thin lipped smile pressed across his mug. Crash drew in a deep breath, listening to each work flow from the higher stallion's lips. Why had I attacked her? His brain spoke to him, picking at his memory for just a moment before replying. "I guess I was just in a bad mood." He raised his invisible eyebrows, a thin, mocking smirk spreading across his face easily. Normally the draft would just respond with the truth and question again for his leave. But today he was feeling a little more, irritating. Today he was just going to be a complete witty asshole. A soft breeze rolled through the dip in the earth, carrying with it dust and small, scattering leaves. The air was so dry, it must not have rained here for years. In reality, he knew that it must have, other wise the Pegasus population here would not be thriving so well. Unless of course they had a source of clean water, almost like the Basin's hot spring. His brain brought back images of the white, antlered mare emerging from the spring, looking brand new and alive again. RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Midas - 05-06-2013
RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Crash Course - 05-06-2013 The brute's tone suddenly grew cold, but still held it's gentle and calm tone. “You would take a life simply because you are having a bad day?” Take a life? Crash narrowed his dark blue orbs against a subtle gleam from Midas' silver collar. "Take a life? That was not my intention. If I were planning on that, I wouldn't have played around so much with her. I simply wanted one of those feathers, which I thought I had once she plucked one herself." He dropped his face a few inches, shifting his weight from all four sturdy legs to three, curving his front left hoof awkwardly. He could feel a corner of the scab on his shoulder peel from his hide, almost like pulling a few long strands of hair from his tail. They had thought his intentions were to kill the nameless female? Not even. That would have been a much easier task than grabbing a feather, he guessed. Though he figured a tussle with his opponent would be easy.. how wrong was he. Crash stared at the golden eyes of the perched male, waiting for his response. Even though he kept his eyes locked on the brute, his mind wandered to their first meeting. The female, small and dappled, seemed so frightened beyond all means. Her heart could have given easily from how she was acting, if she did not give herself an anxiety attack before and pass out. Then the painted one swooped in with his golden accented wings, saying so few words before rushing into a push and shove contest. This was quite more than enough to make the draft realize that he had to learn how to fight. How to defend himself, and possibly his herd at one point. walk walk walk think think think talk talk talk RE: [MIDAS] This Is The Last Resort - Midas - 05-10-2013
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