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Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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Slinking through the trees around the glimmering pond is a being ravenous and cold, hardened by the realities of life. Life wasn't about the magic, nor the warm hearts that beat in unison between two lovers. It wasn't about the sweet fairy tales of a heroic knight racing to save the damsel in distress. It wasn't about romance or friendship. True love, courageous battles against the enemies, happily ever afters—

It was all a pile of shit.

He had only ever seen the days of darkness, the abandonment, the loss, deaths of hundreds. A mass genocide, and then a sweet little love story that ended with the two lovers dying, one of them slaughtered brutally and the other dying, heartbroken and oblivious of her worried son. He had felt brutal pain, felt blood between his lips, he had felt his heart break in two, and his mind become something dark and dangerous. He had dealt with heart break time and time again, the first time but a mere crack, and the last time his heart was demolished, destroyed completely.

The tainted mind wanders, gazing across the expanse of water to his left. Flicking back rounded ears he finds himself in a place he wouldn't expect. In the Secret Grove, where he could look out at the happy couples that wander together laughing and giggling with one another. How sick they made him, sitting there talking to one another about love, their future foals, silly things that made him sick to his stomach. Gods he hated them.

However, in the night on a humid Tallsun night, there appears to be no one strolling about the water but him. Standing beneath a willow he watches the fireflies flicker, leafy green eyes darting about as they capture his attention. Their vibrant bodies flicker and glow, dancing about his face and body, illuminating all that is around him. Tail slashes the air, snaking around his leg as he narrows his brows, pacing about under the willow with fireflies dancing around him.
"Talk talk talk"
Tingal

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Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0hh :: 7 years old Buff: NOVICE
Mictla :: Common Rougarou :: Shadow Nyte
#2

A bone shatters, fall apart and hit the floor
If it doesn't thrill you it doesn't matter any more
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The dark of night closes in on the beautiful comet that streaks across the sky. What it lacks in physical flame it does not lack in brutal strength, for this flying object is not as inanimate -- nor as galactic -- as one might think. The only fire that burns even as the raging wind rushes past is that of the speeding creature's eyes. Although the bird's heart exerts a rush of blood with every pulse it gives, the organ is as hardened as any metal. Perhaps these are the only similarities between the lonely Aztec and some ethereal stone, but it is not hard to see why such a comparison can be made between the two. Much like the spacial rock, the hybrid is capable of causing destruction -- although not in quite as literal a sense as a comet might deliver. This type of chaos requires a body to house it and breathe life into it, for without a vessel's sadness its crippling effects would not exist.

The weight of this weapon bears down on the vixen as she moves her legs to land. She stumbles before managing to right herself again, throwing her head up in the air to send out a challenge to any who might have seen her performance. Orange pools barely have a chance to take in their surroundings before their more sensitive brethren catch hold of some strange scent. Confusion replaces the peahen's embarrassment as the odour is drawn into her nostrils. A memory lingers in the recesses of her brain as her mind fumbles for an explanation to her body's reaction.

She clears her nose with a snort, causing an unattractive stream of mucus to spill down her lip. As disgusting as her actions are, she is not a vain woman, and she cannot care less about how horrid her manners are. She doesn't believe she has any, in fact. So why get into the habit of having any now? No one says their pleases and thank-yous in battle, now do they? Why not just pull their hair out instead?

At that thought the maiden stretches out with one wing to draw her forelock to the side. It has grown unnecessarily long as of late and, as far as she can tell, there is nothing to be done about it. Normally the brutish mare would just throw her head to the side and be done with it, but the scent of a familiar man has left her with feelings of doubt and uncertainty. She has not met many stallions in this realm, and not one of them has left as haunting of an impression as her wolf boy did. Could this spectre be him?

Even if it is him, the only thing he's going to be welcomed with is my hoof in his ass. The colorful specimen isn't one to be kept waiting, and she has been searching for his shaggy hide ever since her return. Serves him right for confusing me anyway. There's that, too.

Without wasting any more time the hybrid closes the gap between them. She moves her slender legs through the lush grass, suddenly aware of all of the lightning bugs that are swarming around her. The bird's blue harks shift backwards in annoyance. Their flitting forms, mixed with the tickling of willow branches from above, is starting to make her regret her landing here. What kind of god would create such a place? A blue crown turns to watch a green banner as it tries to shoo the fireflies away, but after getting tangled in some branches it returns swiftly to the front. It is then that the warrior can take this place no more. "And just what the hell are you doing here? You are supposed to be the wolf!"

The bird's screeches are full of venom and lacking in sympathy, and not even her ensnared tail can hold her back from charging at the tiger. She rears up and snaps her wings out at her sides, giving herself an additional boost as she attempts to thrust her chest into his. "Why do you insist on ruining everything?!" Her accusation probably sounds more childish than anything, but it translates her emotional frustration into words just as well. "What is wrong with you? Can't you see you are unwanted here?"

The screaming warrior does not see just how hypocritical of a statement this is until her hooves come falling back to Earth. Her nostrils are quivering and veins blot her skin. If the stag cannot see that she is enraged with his presence, then he is as blind as he is foolish. If her memory is correct, this is the freak that fawned over her all those moons ago. Although the Aztec knows that she is attractive -- if not irresistibly so -- she would not be surprised to find that the tiger no longer desires her. Which is a good thing, but only if the cruel bird doesn't know how to use his lust to her advantage. Unfortunately for her, she has no idea how to flaunt her beauty. The iridescent creature has only ever used her stunning qualities for distraction, never for manipulation. That's too bad. Her feathered wither droops in disappointment.

Yet just as the bird's ornaments showcase her displeasure her eyes have been taking in all sorts of information. Fresh wounds and scars mar the fool's striped hide, and the clank of some foreign material draws her attention to his chain. A spark of interest lights up a narrow gaze as her hatred for him dissipates.

"You've changed, beast. Something has gotten to you, and I know it wasn't me."


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@[Tingal] {So late! So long! So moody! I sorry ;-; }


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