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10-24-2013, 09:05 PM
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Now that my table seems to have stopped having a temper tantrum...
DALIBOR
To my last breath I am someone to hate
Years.
Years of nothing.
Of no purpose.
No home.
No family.
Of wandering from place to place.
And now he found himself here. The thoroughbred Pegasus flicked a wing in annoyance as a fly buzzed curiously too close. If the heat had allowed him the energy, Dalibor would have turned and snapped up the fly in his teeth, spit it on the ground and crushed it beneath a hoof. His hawkish gaze was not appraising as he looked around, the compact warrior moving with militaristic precision. This place, wherever it was and whatever it was named, was far too damn hot.
Easy to fly... he thought, glancing up at the blistering star in the sky spitting out its heat with little regard to the life boiling and suffering below. If I felt like the fucking effort. What new hell had he managed to wander into now?
It was most certainly not the place run by the spikeheads, that much was clear. When Dalibor had taken to the sky to leave that pit of debauched slavery he had pointed himself due East and kept flying until he could not hold up his own weight even with the aid of air currents. He'd gone to ground then and that time had been...busy, if morally questionable. Tiring of that life he now found himself surrounded by trees with a dead-hanging sun in the middle of the damn sky, trying to bake him in his skin. At least the flora was providing shade where it could; even then, the air was thick and heavy, bloated, like a corpse too long in water.
Raptorial yellow eyes flitted from tree to tree, seeking out any useful signs of life. The Pegasus stallion was lesser in size, but in no way lacking in violence, and his temper was short. He wanted to know where the hell he was and what sort of place this was.
Now.
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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Look down, the ground below is crumbling
Look up, the stars are all exploding
By law of nature, Zephyrs were intended to be habitually carnivorous. With finely sharpened beaks, hawk-like eyes capable of tracking great distance, and talons to rival the most finely-tuned bird of prey, the species was a predator to be reckoned with. Silas the Roc Zephyr bucked that trend though. The young creature had never been taught to develop those skills required to hunt, instead learning to scavenge through native bushes for the most part, in quest of edible fruits, nuts and seeds. The unusual diet, aside from grasses and other native foliage consumed by grazers, had been required to nourish and support the wilting life force of the mare who was so deeply ingrained in his brave young soul. Silas had tended to her during the frailest of her hours, fed her and balanced her as best he could manage upon that cusp of death itself. Naturally, such had sustained the young Zephyr as well.
The last ripe berries slipped easily down Africa's gulping throat and she lifted her face to find her companion polishing off those that were growing on the furthest side. Such succulent fruits as these were native only here, in the deepest most eastern brim of the Threshold. Often Africa had come to indulge herself in these parts where the pines shared their bed with shimmery birches and ashes. The sunlight fell through the leafy green canopy in dappling shafts and far below, Africa and Silas found mild respite from the burning intensity of Tallsun. Still the humidity was an ever present reminder of the season, and indeed sweat did darken the murky grey puddles of her coat.
"Are you full yet?" Africa asked tenderly, batting her eyelashes as she watched him slip between two prickled branches and up into the low-hanging bough of an old tree. It was an answer in itself, and satisfied, the young horse stepped away also- not quite full, but satisfied for the time being. The ebony Zephyr shook out his feathers contentedly and between soft purrs, began to preen feathers misplaced by the tangles of bush back into line.
For some time they meandered in a loose south-westerly direction, scurrying beneath the forest's sheltering arms whenever they were able. Few horses were braving the mid-day ferocity. When Africa spotted a strange Pegasus ahead of them, she stiffened, though not fearfully. The stallion's tail flicked with unmasked aggravation and for a second Africa thought twice about whether or not she should approach. She was no longer the foolish bubble of blissful energy and innocence she once was, and thought carefully about the scenario which might follow. A moment or so passed, and a gentle smile gripped the corners of her twitching mouth. "Hello." She called softly through the thick, muggy air, quite loud enough to spill across the stranger's location. She didn't doubt for a second that he had not spotted her already- there were so few around as it was.
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DALIBOR
I am someone to hate
Doggedly did the former soldier and mercenary trudge on, wings slightly lifted from his body in an attempt to guide any form of air under the feathered appendages and cool his form. It wasn't the heat, it was the humidity. The lack of breeze. The dead air. The dead land.
Was this place abandoned? Wild? Did it lack colonization of any kind? The pathetic little cheeps and pips and chips of his overheated feathered kin reached his ears and Dalibor glanced up. Even the birds weren't moving in this sweltering midday. He cast about for any sign of water, or any hint towards its direction and found none. Damn. He was desperately thirsty.
Movement on his left caught his sharply perceptive gaze and he snapped his attention around, raising his wings more to make himself appear larger than he was. Dalibor was aware he was not naturally imposing but his reaction was instinctual, driven by the genetic code within him that was avian. Quick inspection told him that the entity approaching was doing so cautiously. Wise. He chose to honor the smart move and decided he would be civil.
As civil as his deeply irritated demeanor would allow.
Lack of breeze did not allow scent recognition, so Dalibor could not be overly certain whether the figure approaching was a mare or a stallion. A bird of some sort seemed to be with it, a black thing that did not look very familiar to him.
Interesting.
Dalibor drew closer as the figure said hello, noting by the voice that it was a female. A female that seemed to only have one wing. The anger that exploded within him was like a violent volcano and his steps became short and punched as he half-trotted to her. His raptorial eyes roved over the missing wing and he frowned, expression fierce.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded.
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Look up, the stars are all exploding
The lithe looking stallion's face snapped towards where Africa lingered uncomplainingly, waiting for his reaction to her company. Although her large honey eyes watched openly, with pending curiosity she made no further advancement. The stranger seemed wary, or bothered; lifting his wings in subtle defence as her the delicate tune of her voice graced his ears- perhaps she had caught him off guard. The young grey could not make out the myriad of blemishes and scars which possibly defined his lifestyle, from her more distant perspective they just gave his roan brown coat a more mottled look. Unafraid, but naturally respectful, she offered something of an encouraging smile- be it obvious or not, because she was a humble creature who presented no form of danger.
Silas too watched the stallion, regarding his fine structure and warrior-like body language through sharp, vigilant eyes. The scars did not evade the Zephyr like they did his four-legged mate mind you, and he likened them to other soldier's he had mingled with in the Throat. He had developed quite a keen interest in the army back home, the strategy of battle and the fulfilling sensation that such might offer. Unfortunately, Africa had not a violent bone in her slim, well defined body, and the one battle she had lost was never spoken of.
The air was terribly revolting as it hung, suspended through the motionless trees around the trio. Beads of sweat, hidden by the extensive curtain of fawn-tipped forelock, streamed in little rivers along the chiselled ridges of her long face, and even as the stallion approached, no air rushed forward to cool her.
Africa, did not expect the quite dramatic shift of his temper as the stranger drew near and lifted her face sharply; her lone wing too, and with them one long slender foreleg- a dusty white stocking drawn cleanly to its knee. She too, though peaceful and mild-tempered was a creature born of avian instinct, and though drawing swiftly into her own form of dauntless guard, her expression did not reveal anger or defiance. A warning rumble reached her ears alone, and she felt the protective grip of her bonded's heart embrace her own- his feathers bristled suspiciously, and he eyeballed the stallion from the branch upon which he had landed.
Suddenly the unexpected display of anger struck a chord within Africa; she realised that it was not intended at her, but on her behalf. Many had shown the same outrage for her apparent debility (though still none knew of the trauma which the Unicorn's had inflicted), and the young mare's outlook softened immediately before her concerned kin. Silas did not relax- he felt overwhelmingly devoted to the wellbeing of the transformed mare below, and would not risk for one second further demise of her darling soul. Africa's emotions switched quickly enough for the Zephyr to hold his position.
"It was my destiny. Unfortunate, though necessary…" She offered the stranger calmly soon after he had spoken, and dipped her face in solemn and kind favour. It wasn't that she brushed his disquiet off, or took for granted such fierce kindred loyalty, it was more that a steady bridge across the mental scarring had been painstakingly built, and the memory of those sickening seasons had been tied down to the very edge of her being. She shrugged amiably, and giggled ever so slightly to try to ease the friction building. "I am Africa." She introduced herself gently, easing any form of normality into their meeting to undermine her very obvious dissimilarity.
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 You walk through the stifling heat, the mud on your hide cracking and falling off as you move under the boiling sun. Even the leaves that are usually stuck on your horns from your constant rooting are dried and almost all gone. Everything is dry. You hate it. Mostly because you hate everything... except lace-face, but that's not important right now. Naturally, you've dealt with the terrible heat the same way you've dealt with everything else in your life- getting completely and massively high. Your shoulder bag is a little on the empty side right now, based mainly on the fact that you've been eating the plants more-or-less nonstop. It's great for avoiding everything, but other than that its proven a little troublesome. If you were worried about the side effects. You're not.
As you wander, your brain seems to work in snippets of time. Where are you? Threshold. Then a long break of nothingness and forgotten time. Who's that? Nobody you care about. Keep to the shadows and they won't see you. Then more lost time. When you awaken from your stupor, you're stomping a little carelessly into a meeting of pegasi. One brown with two wings. One gray with one wing. Damn. Certainly they must have heard you coming, you've crashed into just about every tree imaginable on the way towards them. If your bruises from latest fight thought they were going to heal anytime soon, they've just thought again.
You're quite a picture as you come upon them. Your mouth hangs open with drool falling down, your neck held low and your hooves grazing the ground as you take your steps. You're unsteady to say the least, hence all the crashing and falling, but miraculously you manage to stay upright. You've had a lot of practice. The very last tree you crash into as you come up to the pair scares you quite a bit, for some reason, and you throw your head to the heavens with wild white-rimmed eyes. A bass-toned whinny of dissatisfaction crosses your lips and you pick up your hind hoof to slam it into the tree. A loud thud echoes through the area and suddenly you open your mouth to speak. “What?” you demand rudely as though they've said something already, or perhaps as though they're staring at you. Nice entrance. You'll make a lot of friends this way.  we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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Blue eyes squinted through the foliage as ears prick forward to try and pick up the conversation of the two pegasus nearby. Ampere, standing on some thin branches in the treetops above, had been browsing for fruits to satisfy her sweets craving. Most of the trees here were of the pine variety, and after trying the needles once she would certainly never again, but occasionally a nut or fruit tree grew around as well. Her searching had been interrupted by the sudden outburst of the stallion, the commotion instantly catching her attention.
Like a moth drawn to flame so Ampere seemed sucked into drama and danger, as liable to cause it as to fling herself into it with little self regard. This was not to say Ampere ever did this on purpose, or if so it was a subconscious intent, but that her competitive and playful nature coupled with some self righteous dreams often gave her reasons to be involved.
Just as Ampere picked up on the mare's reply, too dismissive for Ampere's liking, a dawdling oaf collided into her tree. Her balance swayed instantly, the thin branches already struggling to support her weight finally gave with that extra knock. A bough bowed, too young to fully break, and Ampere's leg shot down instantly. The bough whipped back up and slapped her underbelly, causing her to flinch and misplace all the rest of her balance. She squealed in surprise at the strike and following that, the rest of her body plummeting down after her leg. Her wings beating uselessly against the inevitable victory of gravity, only managing to collect bits of the tree in her feathers as she dropped like a stone.
With a thud Ampere landed in a heap upon the ground. There she stayed for a moment, dizzied and aching from nose to rump. "Luckily the branches helped break my fall," she humored with a groan, beginning to pull her legs under her. Laying on her breast now Ampere glanced around, a scowl etching onto her face as Oxy exclaimed loudly. Moron her mind muttered, failing to put any blame on her own activities that aided in her fall.
From her laying position Ampere then hoisted herself back to her feet, seemingly no worse for the wear - she did have a lot of experience with falling, it seemed a bit of a package deal with tree perching.
Shaking the dust from her hide Ampere strode closer to the duo, mostly ignoring Oxy for now aside from giving him a passing glance. Twigs, leaves and other debris poked out awkwardly from her mane, but Ampere didn't lack in beauty for it, her blue markings' vibrancy seemingly unable to be tarnished. "You don't really believe int hat destiny crap do you?" Ampere asked the mare pointedly, still walking closer. Each step punctuated her words. in the trees she had felt a quiet rage boiling, but the fall seemed to have knocked the heated water out and all she was left with was incredulity at the mare. "You're a pegasus for shit's sake, doesn't being grounded make you feel something!"
Ampere halted, her feathers and mane swaying with the jerking movement. Her eyes were wide and full of color in her emotional state, nearby plants beginning to prickle with blue electricity.
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DALIBOR
I am someone to hate
This mare was incredibly passive.
He wasn't sure he liked that.
One-winged and submissive as she seemed, the soldier knew it would be the easiest of tasks to do what he wanted with her - if he felt so compelled. He eyed the bird that seemed to be with her more now, seeing the details of the creature up close. With that kind of beak and those talons it was most certainly a carnivorous creature. Dalibor wasn't afraid. It was small, and he could kill it easily enough if need be.
The mare introduced herself as Africa after a giggle - what feminine wiles were these? - and after claiming the loss of her wing was her destiny. In a strange way, Dalibor felt he understood what she meant.
Had not what happened to him been destiny?
"Dalibor," he stated simply. His mind was already elsewhere. This was a Pegasus. He was a Pegasus. Was this a land of Pegasi? Were there no filthy spikeheads to be contended with? His dream was shattered but moments later when a loud TWHACK! drew his attention. Dalibor's head snapped around to the origin of the echoing noise and his hawkish orbs narrowed to slits of hate.
Apparently this land was infected with the horned disease. Did everyone roam freely about? Did they...gods, did they all get along? The thought was horrifying. Nares flaring, a foreleg poised to strike the ground in violent warning, Dalibor was fully prepared to have a brawl with this pathetic being that needed horns to survive because it had been cursed with arrogance, stupidity and subsequently been shackled to the ground.
However, the following WHUMP! that succeeded the Unicorn's boorish "What?" demanded his attention - and not for good reasons. The Pegasus that was now splayed on the forest floor in all manner of shameful, ungainly poses was very much blue...and from what Dalibor could smell from the air their fall displaced, very much a young mare.
"Graceful," he grunted, annoyed at the foolishness of this mare's actions. If the tree was not solid, perching in it was not a wise decision, lest another come along and smash the tree as the Unicorn had. While the second mare gathered herself, Dalibor inspected the Unicorn, seeing a greenish substance smeared all over his lips. The whiff of the stallion he had caught with the blue Pegasus' fall had made him suspicious, but this new discovery all but confirmed it. "Are all the Unicorns here as pathetically dependent on mind-altering substances as this one?" he asked, ignoring the other male's existence altogether. Dalibor would not speak to that thing unless it became necessary.
The blue mare let loose a barrage of acerbic words directed towards Africa, and the warrior felt bile rise in his throat. "One as young and stupid as you should not advertise that her throat is an open grave," he growled. His ire did not stem from a sense of protectiveness; rather, he was irked at this mare's arrogant rejection of destiny - something he believed in, though it was a begrudging acknowledgement. Youth had no inkling of its place in the world, no idea when to speak and when to shut the hell up. Insubordination was what it was, plain and simple. Foolishness.
Which was a shame, he thought, because the blue mare had a beautiful form. Especially her toned rear. I could put you in your place, you mouthy little live-wire... And live-wire she was, Dalibor noted, as she was obviously imbued with some sort of electricity magic.
Useful knowledge.
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Look up, the stars are all exploding
Two quite unexpected things happened just as Dalibor finished introducing himself to Africa- she thought, as she watched him in silent consideration, that he might even have been a little disappointed at her bland; slightly cliché reasoning. Although blessed with the same, brilliant birth-right binding their blood through some far distant heritage, the slender roan stallion was still a stranger which did not truly warrant the frilly disclosure of her recent torture. If he were to bond with her beneath the flaming sun of her desert home, maybe there would be purpose enough to tell him of the northern Unicorn’s severe racism.
Another horse stumbled upon them quite unexpectedly, there, in the thick of the Threshold forest and Africa cursed at once the manner of her undeniable distraction- the eccentric Unicorn, who bumbled through the undergrowth towards them, seemed to do such apparently rashly. His dark mouth hung agape, strewn (she presumed with increasing distaste as her narrowing amber eyes settled instantly upon him), in a lime green substance the modest grey could not pick the identity of. She did not automatically recall the quite outlandish markings which some of these, the horned-race, did sport. His hooves dragged too, slicing lazy trenches through the thick rug of forest litter beneath them.
A centipede that had been so well concealed before the obnoxious disturbance scuttled from beneath the unsteady horse’s insensitive tread. Africa did notice the tiny dark creature’s flicker of movement (she appreciated nature’s minute detail), a contrast to the otherwise reddish-cream leaf mass.
The Unicorn’s head lifted dramatically, eyes sprawling backwards; shining white in the dappled light; rolling around loose she thought, in an unattractively disfigured face. He called too, as if the rest of his ridiculous arrival had not been enough, and Africa found herself stepping from his space, increasing her own personal bubble in defence. Her long, heavy ears were resting flat along the oily grey tangle of mane sprouting from her nape; mane swinging with the unsettled jerk of her now vertical neck. Africa was a tall creature anyway; not particularly submissive, not at all aggressive, but not meek.
A third Pegasus came then, descending with less surprise from the bending canopy above- being winged herself, Africa was not taken aback overly. It did not cross her mind that the blue-hued mare had been doing anything greater than miscalculating an already difficult forest landing- why would she presume the other a spy, flung from her perch by this other, blundering idiot.
Naturally Africa balked from the mass of steamy body and flapping feathers as they collided with the ground, in a heap, not far from the ever expanding crowd. She was not quite impressed by the unfamiliar mare’s attempted humour and puffed tastefully her bother, forcing a courteous smile into her expression and a mild chuckle for the sake of etiquette.
At that point the green-jawed stallion blurted a rather meaningless ‘…what…’ and the dappled Pegaus tucked her chin with disfavour, well clear of the seemingly intoxicated fool and cast a wary eye across him. The blue mare, meanwhile had dragged herself closer and spoke again- to Africa.
"Of course." She replied confidently, turning at once to share her attention between both Pegasi. The grey took little offence naturally, and shrugged the other’s impertinent ignorance away. Dalibor’s voice rose again immediately afterwards, and Africa shifted her weight casually between each of her long, slim legs. "Dalibor," she eased comfortably, though in no way trying to disarm him or undermine his opinion. "Once upon a time we were all babes like this, living beneath the shelter of our witlessness; speaking with such arrogance like only the young can." Indeed Africa too was barely older than the lightning streaked mare near to her side, but maturity and awareness pooled beneath the shimmery gold of her patient eyes. She had seen more perhaps than any should need to. Experience was not something she lacked now. Anyway, she smiled freely between the group- not Oxy though, uncaring really, as to whether they favoured her input or not. It was not in Africa’s nature to bicker.
The day wore on, and thin streams of sweat began to tickle her elbow.
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10-31-2013, 02:11 PM
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Too much happens. You've crashed into the tree, taken out your terrible frustrations on the thing, and then from the sky an impish matron falls. If you hadn't overreacted enough, you do now. You whinny your useless protest as she falls down near you, landing in a collapse on the ground, making you wonder how she didn't break every bone on her way down from wherever it is you fell. You do not know the difference of whether she was in the trees of the skies. At this point, it doesn't matter much. She's here now. Skittering a few steps to the side, you eye her with massive disdain, your eyes still rolling for a moment, before you take a few deep breaths and settle yourself once again. Luckily the branches helped break my fall,” she adds later and you can't help but chuckle a little bit. For the most fleeting of moments, you wonder if you may actually come to like her in the future. Unlikely.
In all the excitement and hindered by the non-functional mass of neurons in your brain, you've all but missed introductions. Fine by you. You've never put much stock in names. Across from you, the miniscule roan puffs out his chest and tries to demonstrate his war dance. Were you not still rattled by the unexpected events, you'd have a few choice words for him, not the least of which would be that you're not frightened by his display. Are all the Unicorns here as pathetically dependent on mind-altering substances as this one? His words would strike you as funny, except it drags you exactly back to the days when you had lived in your fathers herd. More mocking, more jesting. You left for a reason, didn't you? You lash your tail about behind you in seething anger. You're lucky you're well equipped to handle the natural roller coaster of emotions that comes with uncontrollable rage and lack of inhibition. Otherwise you might be troubled by the strange roller coast you are on at this moment.
While you mull on your frustrations, the blue buffoon inserts her indignant feelings into a conversation that did not ask for them. That's just like the general public to go around spouting their mouth of when nobody asked for their input. At least you're not here on a lofty quest to guide the morals of others. A snort of disdain crosses your nares and shift your weight, pondering your options in this group that doesn't seem to want you here. “Horses were meant for ground,” you add in behind her, just to see how it incites her further. If you thought you were going to be friends, the thought as passed. If you're not wanted here, at least you can cause hell. There's no reason everyone else should be having a good day if you're not.
Around you, you notice the plants are beginning to crackle with electricity and you can't help but reach back to your bag protectively. You've never tried electrifying your drugs before. You don't think you'll start now. Around you, the others banter freely and you note with interest (though you can't say why) that the roan seems more enraged about the blue's words than you do. A gentle furrowing of your brow betrays your concern momentarily, before it fades away again. And then the gray, too, chides the blue. You're no knight in shining armor, but a mild feeling of regret wells up inside of you. Perhaps you should have done less to poke at her sore spots. Two on two is much more fun. And so it is that you add, “I say it's witless to believe the gods care enough about each of us individually to lay down paths for us before we are born.” Your words are slow; you find it difficult to form them through the hazy fog that clouds your brain. A sidelong glance is given to the blue then, curious for her reaction. we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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"Well spoken from one who's never had wings," Ampere snapped at Oxy, her head whipping around at his comment of grounded horse. Her teeth were clenched after she spoke, the boil returning to her thoughts as the three around her reacted negatively to her wisdom and demands. "Perhaps it was you who took her wing then?" Ampere asked with a threat in her voice, the plants beginning to pop and spark with more energy now.
Almost in sync, Dalibor and Africa both took a stab at her age and intelligence. Her head whipped back around to set her live wire eyes back on them, their intensity akin to the sun's vibrancy in this heated moment. Ampere's mouth was about to fly open again and make some half-hearted insult at how old they both were and how age addles the brain, or something - truthfully Ampere knew not how old they were, but wanted some retaliation - but then she noticed the bird on the one-winged's back.
Ampere froze.
Oxy's voice, rising in support, went unheard . Though he had a valid point, which she would have wholly agreed with, she was already pissed at him and too fixated on the Zephyr. The electricity surrounding them died down in her moment of stupor, but her body did not seem to lose any of its wound up crackle.
A moment passed, two, a life time perhaps. She lost track in that other world of eerie unconscious consciousness, but it all came thundering back to her quick and real enough. With a gasp, as if she came back from the brink of death. In that moment Ampere hated nothing so much as she hated Africa; a pegasus uncaring of her lack of flight and one bonded to a companion. Ampere exploded.
All around her the plants shriveled into themselves, imploding with blue sparks until they expanded as orbs of blue, snapping, energy. The pebbles and the rocks around her feet shot into the sky and shifted into lightning that came searing down into the spheres that were starting to buzz around each other. The converging energy met with a clash and a snarl of sparks, merging into one large mesh of blue energy that about matches the size of the Zephyr.
The ball morphed as Ampere charged forward, screaming like a banshee, wings flared and teeth unsheathed. She struck out for Africa, her anger wholly taking her on this maddening, rather pointless assault. Beside her that blue electricity had changed into a Zephyr like the mare's own, but it did not reach out to attack the creature she had bonded to. Instead it attempted to nip and snap and tear at Africa's face, harassing her like the bird it embodied.
Somewhere within the chaos Ampere found the breathe to scream something coherent, although perhaps it was not heard as such. "WAS IT DESTINY FOR YOU TO TAKE THE SOUL OF ANOTHER!? WAS IT DESTINY FOR YOU TO ENSLAVE A LIFE!?
IT WAS ONLY YOU, YOU MONSTER!"
And I am your reckoning.
How does destiny feel now?
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DALIBOR
I am someone to hate
To Dalibor, the talking was mere noise. The blue pegasus, while quite worthy of being mounted for a few moments of pleasure, seemed to have nothing but a foolish mind and a smart mouth.
If he had more time, and less audience, he'd put that smart mouth to better use.
The idiot, substance-abusing spikehead claimed horses were meant to be on the ground. Dalibor snorted, leveling a disdainful glare at the brute. "Only for those who are lesser," he grunted. The one named Africa, whose lack of a wing still greatly irritated him on a fundamental level, agreed with his assessment of Ampere's foolish behavior. The smaller male had a good idea that the young, blue mare was quite intelligent, but quite unprepared to face every harsh truth of reality - including introspection. That goddamn spikehead opened his mouth again and Dalibor gritted his teeth.
"I never said the gods gave two shits about any of us. I never said it was the gods who controlled destiny, either." Fucking imbecile. His irritation with Oxy was quickly replaced with amusement at Ampere's easy-to-rouse demeanor.
She became irate, as Dalibor expected she would. So easy it's pathetic. However, her anger seemed to still for a moment and get sucked inward, like the calm just before a horrific explosion. He narrowed his eyes and spread his feet wide, expecting whatever came next. It really didn't help him when the blue mare with the mountable ass finally did lose her shit.
Suddenly, electricity was everywhere and the plants around them were fried to crisps, the stones on the ground hurtling into the air and all of the blue, sparking energy coming together in a vaguely bird-like shape. Dalibor watched in utter confusion as Ampere launched herself, screeching like a psychotic bitch, at Africa. She was screaming something about Africa taking a life, taking a soul - what the hell? Normally the warrior was not one to interfere in others' spats, but this was fucking ridiculous.
Lunging forward, Dalibor closed the distance between himself, Africa and Ampere within a few strides, the muscles beneath his skin tensing and jerking, driving the his pistons into the dirt with great strength. This was not a calculated attack, nor was its intent to be precise; Dalibor chose to keep running, his plan to slam into Ampere and simply bowl her over. If the women wanted to fight, so be it, but he'd be damned if he'd let a crazy bitch attack without provocation.
There was no honor in that.
But since when had he possessed honor?
Dalibor shoved that thought aside as he prepared for the impact with the blue, sparking body in front of him.
This was going to hurt.
[[OOC: Listening to Godsmack's "I Fucking Hate You" really seemed to capture Ampere's anger for me in this post. Thought you should know, Blu :P]]
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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
The tension boiled over and Africa’s young heart sank; though not fearfully or angrily, the spiralling situation which began to sizzle into supernatural electrical blue around her was just not the direction in which she had wished this strange, emotional meeting to go. At first she could not place the target for the blue mare’s anger, nor the aim of her unleashing magic- uncertainly, she just shuffled in place while the natural world around her danced with super-charged energy. She had seen nothing comparable in her lifetime- neither Deimos’s life leaching ability, nor the earth rumbling magic of Midas was this magnificent; so stark and... shocking.
All at once the enraged Pegasus had lunged forward with viciously sniping words, directed squarely at the bewildered, wide-eyed Africa. She had not the time to respond verbally, as the arcing ball of vivid blue electricity morphed into a mimic Zephyr, perhaps even the perfect copy of Silas. It came forward seemingly driven by the same fury which now seethed from its creator, to lash pitilessly at the confused expression dancing across the pale grey face. In truth the one-winged mare could find no reason behind such aggression; could not fathom the meaning concealed behind the creaming voice of the other and staggered backwards, head thrashing frantically backwards from side to side, through the air; desperate to be free of the sparkling creature which fluttered so belligerently centimetres from her blinking, overwhelmed eyes- pecking, zapping and ripping repeatedly at the taught canvas of skin, so that she began to bleed miniature streams of crimson (the engorged veins throughout her body were hot and swelling), and sting.
Africa had all but forgotten the Unicorn, and should Dalibor not have leapt so brazenly and selflessly to her defence, she might have aborted the whole recruitment mission and retreated through the tangle of woody undergrowth- with little desire to ever return.
As the yellow eyed stallion plunged his weight towards the out of control female, Silas stretched his wings and began to flap ever so slowly, his shining, angry eyes flashing through the mess now surrounding his beloved. He had seldom found the opportunity to practice his art, but enough had been mastered to fill him with confidence enough to aide Africa, and the spotted stallion who now rushed forward defensively.
Around Africa, the time began to slow in sharp spurts- perhaps only 20 seconds each time. It seemed enough though, for the dappled mare to wrench her face down to the side, clear of the counterfeit Zephyr’s harass, and scoot with clenched haunches forward beneath it. She could feel the writhing, pounding resentment in the heart of her bonded and spread to him a wave of bright-white gratitude, of unbridled love and reassurance- the young mare knew well that it was for her he now lifted so steadily into the air, and in return she seized the opportunity he had gifted. As bursting segments of slowed time flickered around them, Africa launched forwards as swiftly as her trembling legs would carry her to assist Dalibor as he appeared to jerk (through the fragments of time), towards the blue mare. The theory was that maybe together they would collide with the incensed creature, and easily knock her sparking from off centre- distracting (she hoped too), the spill of her magical abilities. Right as Africa arrived beside where she thought Dalibor to be, moments before her shoulder’s collision with the mare, Silas released his hold on time.
Ooc: It says that after 4 real months a companion is capable of their limited ability so I figured Silas could give it a go ;) hope that is alright with everyone- if not, or if I have broken a rule with something, I will happily tweak this post!
Also, Africa takes 3 + 4.5 points of damage from Ampere’s magic. Now HP: 39.5.
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11-18-2013, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2013, 12:21 AM by Oxy.)
You're quite pleased with yourself that the little blue and the newcomer have snapped so rudely at you. And then even more pleased that Ampere thinks you took the wingless one's extra appendage. For a moment you consider taking the credit, but the increasing energy that has been infused into the plants makes you shift and decide to keep your mouth shut (for once). You're still concerned about the plants in your bag and you instinctively turn your nose to touch the bag again. Unfortunately, with the increased chaos coming from the little blue your plants seem to have taken to sparking. A shark bite attacks your nose and you flail wildly to the side, crashing once more into the tree that Ampere had been perching in not too long ago.
Feeling a bruise begin to form on your side, you gather yourself back into a stable standing position. Then the plants explode into nothingness, yours included, once more giving you reason to scream a bass war cry and this time crash whole heartedly into the earth. Your ass in the mud, front end still standing, you look rather odd but now you're pissed. If at first you were confused about how you felt about the little blue, you are not now. Slowly, you begin your shuffle back to standing just as Ampere begins her screaming war cry and formation of the energy ball creature. You don't notice it much. You're pissed, eyes trained on the girl, ready to punish her. She's all but ruined your plant stock. Now you're going to have to go into withdrawals on your way back from this stupid land. You hate her.
And its then that you watch the other two jump towards Ampere. The stallion moves in an attempt to bowl the girl over, its a move you know all too well- you're favorite really. And the one-winged girl also moves, though she seems to move faster than could be possible. The motion comes in spurts, makes you feel odd and disoriented even. An effect of the drugs in combination with the electricity? You're not sure. Regardless, Africa avoids Ampere's violent electrical outburst with some ease and angles her body to crash towards the electrical assailant as well. Now this is something you can get into. Laughing coldly, you try to force your body into motion. Its difficult, due to your rather thorough high, but somehow you get your feet moving under you.
For a moment, you consider running around the little blue to attack Africa but you're rather upset with Ampere right now, for ruining your plants. You are rather moody aren't you? First wanting to work two on two, and suddenly now deciding that it might be more fun as three on one. All in all, you don't really care for any of the horses here, but you've never had enough sense to back away from a fight. With none of the finesse that Dalibor and Africa have, you lurch towards the little blue. You're on her opposite side. You've never made a horse sandwich before and you're rather curious what it would be like. Lunging forward, you turn your left shoulder out and try to ram it into Ampere's right side, trapping her between the three of you and squishing her. Nevermind the fact that she's just as likely to throw her electric monster at you. Its only as it is too late to stop that you realize that the combined power of the two on the other side is probably greater than yours alone, and that if they hit well they may very well push the little blue over and into you. Oh well. Too late now. Fuck.
OOC| Minor edits made, fixing my response to Silas' magic. Should be good now. we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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11-26-2013, 03:14 PM
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WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD
[SORRY FOR THE DELAY been a long work week x.x HP roll]
Ampere reached, her teeth extending like an angry serpent on the coil of her neck, her wings vying to sweep against the pewter folds of flesh the abhorrent girl wore, her hooves unfurling like the ocean's waves to pound against the beach of dappled meat.
She reached, but she did not grasp.
Her teeth snapped shut on each other with a shudder that ran along her jawline and into her skull. Her vision blurred, black smudging the edges of the forest and the blue lightning as her eyes spun in their sockets. Her hooves scuffled in the dirt and the underbrush, while her wings flared, grappling at the wind for balance while the mistress hastily pulled her hand away.
Ampere stumbled, staggered, and fell to the right as Dalibor's bulk shoved into her. His hip-check sent her careening into a nearby tree, its wood catching her with the gracious buffer of bruises blossoming beneath her hide. Its rough bark snarled at her side as her momentum cause her to slump down its stem, her dizziness causing her to stay there for a moment as the other horses continued to dance, too slow to reach her now.
Really, she should be grateful to the red oaf.
In the process of being tossed around like a rag doll, which let's face it her small size nearly made her one, her magic fizzled and sputtered into oblivion, along with her rage. It still burned, somewhere deep in her gut where the coals glowed hot and red, but the fire was doused now and it left her feeling weak, hungover and foolish, much like a a fine night with the stud, but lacking any of the pleasure she could have reaped from it.
Slouched against the forest strongman Ampere collected herself with as much dignity as she could muster. Her limbs, throbbing in tempo with her heart beat, untangled themselves and hoisted her up with a certain grace that comes with the acceptance of defeat. The wildness remain latched onto her, accentuated with the misplaced feathers on her wings that now hugged her sides, with the wry styling of her leaf-tangled mane and the dribble of blood from the corner of her right lip that somehow hardened the bold stare she laid upon them all.
"You are so quick to defend the guilty?" Her voice came out soft and low now, nothing like her typical fondness for being boisterous. This was her being exposed before them, her wounds raw with the truth of this event. It rocked her heart, another scar to crack the beating surface. "Justice is like the gods these days, an empty belief," Ampere spat on the ground, a red froth of disdain, as she turned to leave and stalk back into the trees before something more than her pride and her faith broke here today.
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DALIBOR
I am someone to hate
Dalibor grunted when he slammed into Ampere, the collision of their bodies not motivated by lust, as he would have preferred. He knocked her off her course, which was the only intent he had. Success. In the back of his mind, he realized Africa was doing some sort of mystical sorcery as well, fading in and out of his vision, moving way too fast - but he couldn't focus on that right now: the spikehead was approaching and Dalibor was ready for anything. Much to his surprise, Oxy seemed to attempt attacking Ampere as well, though he mis-timed his notably valiant effort (for a drug-addled moron) and wholly missed the tight-assed blue pegasus mare. Eyeing said blue mare warily while she languished against a tree, the warrior relaxed a tiny fraction as he watched her magic fizzle and fade out, the bitch seeming to get a hold of herself.
Crazy fucking woman.
Ampere flung out an accusation that confused Dalibor even more than before. What in the hell was this mare going on about, 'the guilty'? "Guilty of what?" he demanded, tired of this bullshit now. "You attacked someone else with no provocation. Are you psychotic?" A warrior did not engage in such out-of-control behavior. A warrior followed a code - even if that code was a little...murky at best. However, one thing a warrior did not do was attack a crippled, unsuspecting opponent.
Perhaps this mare needed more than just a good fucking to put her in her place - she now seemed to need a good beating, too.
"Why would you attack a herdmate?" Dalibor grunted at Ampere, having no inkling that the two female pegasi were not, in fact, herdmates. The concept of being an outcast had not yet been introduced to him.
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“Speech."
They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
The rush of blood, flooded with intoxicating adrenaline that blurred her ability to defy impulsiveness, began to dull almost immediately after her unusually brazen burst of attack fell short. Really, the failure came as little surprise given the placidness of her nature and inability to fight- at all. Pathetically inexpert legs stumbled as the weight of Dalibor collided with a grunt into the blue mare first, skilfully, and in a less than elegant fashion Africa’s sweating body toppled to the side and clear of the stew of steaming bodies. The green lipped stallion’s spindly horn was swishing forward through the air also, not hard to miss, but like Africa- probably not for lack of skill, but something more senseless, he missed his target also.
Gathering herself quietly off to the side she had fallen to, the one-winged mare paused to recover her breath, wearily watching the unusual, unpredictably passionate group through one pale eye, peeking from beneath the soggy mass of forelock. She fluffed the feathers dressing her wing, unable to realign those which now jutted from the mass uncomfortably, but more than unwilling to lower her guard after the other Pegasus’s unwarranted attack. Silas fluttered downwards, open talons gripping delicately across the murky expanse of her back and stretched carefully to alleviate her awkwardness, and preen the wing for her.
Almost immediately Africa felt horribly, overwhelmingly guilty about her ambush. It was not something she would ordinarily have sought to achieve; even thought to endorse. Her regretfully throbbing heart wanted to comfort and tend to the other out-numbered mare, who by then had hauled herself out of the vegetation to spread an ominous glower (of sorts), across the trio. The young grey concealed the thought though, as if it were a laughable weakness, a disability that would degrade her in the face of these others. She knew shrewdly that she was the weakest link among them- although the drugged clown was not particularly intimidating in that condition.
Resenting only herself, Africa’s eyes buried themselves spinelessly behind a veil of convenient obscurity; the thick, weight of swinging forelock, the expression numb and void.
Still she was oblivious to the blue’s reasoning; still she drew a blank when she tried to understand.
Dalibor’s voice rose again, the element of demand unmistakable as it spilt like liquid hot lava into the air, and down across the churned up soil below them all. Africa was the first to speak- against her better judgement. Her voice was smooth and calm, though now it lacked the cheerful confidence which had begun the meeting between them. “We are not herd mates." She revealed. “Actually, she and I have not met before now." The blue magical mare had turned to leave, spitting across the ground revoltingly to push the point she had made to conclude her argument. Quickly, Africa called to her hopefully (ignorantly)- “I think you have me mixed up with someone else." She prayed gravely that the other mare was not a part of the Asylum or the Edge (not even the Foothills)- the dapple grey could not imagine her attempted assault on one of her families allies being received terribly well.
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How the hell did you miss? And you call yourself a warrior. As you slide by Ampere, totally missing your target due to the newcomer's more successful attempt at vengeance, you sigh in relief. You're not pleased you missed, but at least you didn't end up in some cluster fuck mess, pooled on the ground, knocked over from your inability to remain sober more than a few hours at a time. Luck works in funny ways. Slowing to a halt, you nearly topple over as you turn back to the commotion. How many plants did you eat? You'd think the effects would be wearing off by now.
Much to your disappointment, the general air of dissent seems to have dissipated from the area. The crackling electricity is gone, the shouting, the roar of pulsing blood in your ears. All is quiet now. Quiet enough, at least. As the little blue gathers herself back up, you shift uneasily, placated by your inability to even hit the meager girl. The forest seems to slumber now, scared into hiding by all of the chaos that had just erupted here. A quick search of your shoulder bag confirms that you still don't like the little blue, her electric nature having fried all of your greens to ash, leaving you to snort disdainfully as she pulls herself off the tree.
Letting them mutter between themselves about formalities and this and that, the blue girl stalking off, you try to find words in your hazy brain. You're tired of being here, ready to stalk off even, but you've remembered that you're supposed to be recruiting. Its part of your master plan, isn't it? Recruit to the Asylum, prove your worth and become general? Fine, you grumble internally. You don't exactly like the newcomer, but its not like it would hurt to ask. He doesn't exactly seem crazy... but then maybe he'll be useful for something else. Perhaps.
“We're in danger,” you grumble with condescension, one of the first things you've said this entire meeting not meant to rile up any feathers. You're certain there are hungry wolves and other such carnivores in the woods. And while you normally wouldn't concern yourself with them, the amount of noise that was created here surely would have called them this way. Perhaps your brain is clearing up a little more than you thought it was. Damn. “I've got food, water, protection...” You trail off, unwilling to admit that you want him to come with you despite his rude comments earlier. But you've got to get over yourself if this plan is going to work, so you shove some words out quickly before you decide not to say them at all. “Come join my herd.” The words are terse, clearly forced, and you make yourself look into his eyes as you await a response. It feels awkward. You're not exactly sure how to do this. we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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