.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
02-27-2013, 09:06 PM
|
But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
|
 |
|
And so it begins. He is vaguely aware of movement around him as others spring into battle. A roar seems to fill his auds, and he isn't sure if it is the sound of two armies clashing or his own blood rushing through his veins. It is not his land, but he feels fiercely protective of it all the same, united with his brothers- and sisters-in-arms by the bloodbath to come. There is something about rushing into battle; it makes your comrades feel closer than your own family, at times. And above even this deep, unbending connection, there is his drive to keep Resplendence safe, to chase the invaders from her home. She needs stability, she needs a family, she needs a place to call home. This had been her home for a short while, and though he had pleaded with her to stay with him, far outside their grasp, she had declined, choosing to stay with her family for the coming battle. But she would not fight, and so he would fight for her. She is angry with him and he knows it, for she does not want to lose someone else she cares about. And he holds in his mind that he hasn't told her how he feels about her, not truly - it is this thought that drives him to win, that pushes him to avoid death's black grip. He will return to her, no matter what it takes. He will tell her that he loves her, that she has become his world, that she is everything, that he will do anything for her... but for now he must focus, for he knows as he coils, springs into the air, powerful haunches tensing and releasing, that thoughts of her will mean his death in combat. Large wings snap out, catch his weight, and then quick strokes are pulling him above the battlefield. He spies a bay pegasus, and he knows that his fight will be restricted to the air. This one has odd marks around his eyes, over his body - is that blood? - and a bone shoved recklessly through his nose. The deposed prince cannot help the disgust that passes over his face, and with Zarina clinging desperately to his mane, the painted stallion arcs upwards, then drops, hoping to come down on GAUCHO from above. His wings are pinned tightly to his sides, his front hooves reaching, sharp as daggers, for GAUCHO's right wing, hoping to cause an injury that will force the brute to the ground, force him into the chaos below. "For the Foothills!" he screams, "For Resplendence!" And so it begins. |
|
[W/C | 450] RayoDeSoleil.deviantart.com | Ness8Bit.deviantart.com |
Please tag Quilyan in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Want to plot with Quilyan? Visit his plot page here!
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Want to plot with Quilyan? Visit his plot page here!
