Virus was now as tired as could be. He had taken a small walk on the shore of the pond in the throat. He had just met Midas, one of the Throat’s sultans. He was a kind fellow, a black and white and gold pegasus. Midas had also companion of fire and sky. Alina was there too, the girl that had come with him and Skuggi from the Threshold. The three had just parted and were heading different ways. Virus, with curious steps made his way half way around the pool of water before deciding it was time he slept. It was already becoming closer to sunset. They sky darkening every minute he was awake.
Virus had found a little ditch in the sand, and had jumped down to take a little rest. Only to wake up in a dream. A very interesting dream it seemed. He was in a different body, his body. But he was watching his own. The dream Virus seemed to be in a dark forest. He watched the other Virus gather sticks of brown and grey, piling them color wise. Then, he watched himself put three grey sticks in the middle of circle of sticks and three brown sticks in the circle. The other Virus chanted something, his horn began to illuminate light. Crimson light. Suddenly the sticks started to move, forming a box. It was an interesting sight, and Virus didn’t want to leave it. But he could feel another dream attempting to pull him away from this one.
Once he was in the other dream, he watched once again. A white girl gathered sticks in her mouth, they once again had the colors of grey and brown. Gods, this dream again? The white pegasus looked like, and acted like Alina, a mare Virus had met on his way out of the threshold. A black shadow cast over the piles of sticks. It was Virus. -well, the Virus he was watching- He smiled at Alina and she started to sort the sticks. He went over to help her. Then, started whistling. But then, dream Alina looked up noticing him. She yelped, The other Virus turned to me, his horn started to glow, once again. His Crimson eyes threatening to any move he made. A blaze of fire shot from out of nowhere at him. Virus yelled and ran. He ran and ran. Only to wake up in a pool of blood that was his. He had cut his back leg, and his current gash had half opened back up. He sighed pushing himself to his hooves. The dark had come and Virus muttered to himself madly “Guess I will just go on a walk.” His voice was raspy after not being able to talk for a while. His coughed it out and started to walk along the water again, mixing the dark blue color darker, his blood was spilling into one of the only resource of water in the whole of Dragon’s Throat! He stifled a cry, and ran up the bank. This was bad. He could get thrown out of the herd for this! He looked down at his hooves like a young colt in trouble. This was bad. He was mad at himself for doing this. And with that, he turned his neck to the gash on his haunch and ripped it open, making sticky red droplets of blood pour out onto the sand. It started to sting. But Virus didn’t care. He let the cool, nighttime air sooth it. Then, let a worried look slip onto his face and began to ponder what would happen to him if someone had seen.
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Tags-- anyone welcome!
Ooc-- I know, confusing 0.o
"Virus talks"
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01-02-2014, 10:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-02-2014, 10:16 PM by Hector.)
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
Fiery eyes, ablaze beneath the sun’s vivid hue, scouted tirelessly along the borderline of his homeland; hunting constantly for the lost, the ailing or the unwelcome, whoever should stumble blindly upon the parched soils of Dragon’s Throat. Between the generous span of is lavish, copper flecked wings, the soldier’s brawny frame rested comfortably and motionless, save for the tweaks and jerks of various directional shifts, should some sudden movement below have snared his vigilant gaze. His throat was tattooed in flame; vivid ginger licking upwards from his fleshy breast to jaw line, and any creature below with upcast eyes could easily have been forgiven for thinking the stallion engulfed by the blazing sun itself.
He had been patrolling for a good portion of the afternoon, having found little solace while idling the daylight hours away on foot. It was not in his faithful, dutiful nature to stand bound by the weight of stagnancy when responsibility plucked at his conscience. Always he sought purpose; to watch over his humble brethren; to serve both new Kings who had risen in his absence to fill the seat of the beloved Resolute (word carried fast through the army, swift was such gossip to fill his keen ears); and hold fast the boundary which now wore upon its collar the formidable shadow of a half-strong wall
As the cool shade of evening began to douse the tint of day, thirst began to rasp across his dry tongue with each lengthy breath drawn. He dipped left, inbound and the enormous shadow trailing below, swept soon over the trademark limestone waves where usually the herd was brought together to converse as one. The oasis shimmered in the distance, heat rippling its lush tones, and he made haste towards it with vigour and intent. In little time Hector was swooping lower through the mild dusk air, hooves reaching at last for the soundness of terrain and cushion of fertile loam. He had spent little time here since returning, duty called his mind and conviction his heart; though brave, insecurity had been woven into the strings of his guarded personality from the moment he could walk.
Striding ever deeper through whipping fronds and fanning palms, a sight pulled him to halt abruptly; enormous skull lifted conscientiously, perfectly proportioned ears cupped forward to receive the slightest ramblings of the other horse staggering; eyes glistening, narrowed and chary. "You there..." His voice bellowed without regard for those creatures settling to rest in the foliage surrounding. Two birds were startled from their roost, and fluttered away as the soldier’s long, strapping legs propelled him towards the now fallen Unicorn. He was yet to meet this character who lay bleeding upon the sand- few of the horned race had called the desert home when last Hector had rested within the clan, and he could not help the niggling suspicion borne from his warrior’s mind-set, as he approached.
"Why are you bleeding?" He asked firstly, expecting to establish this beast’s purpose- should it not have been to infest the herd’s water supply with bodily fluids. There was a civility to his tone; the cordial conduct displayed in accordance with the laws of this land- but still he loomed fiercely while the other was collapsed.
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@[Virus]
 
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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