(So apparently I need somebody to do a completed Threshold thread with before he can be labeled as an Outcast. Anyone wanna help me out?)
The chestnut had wandering for a while since he had been kicked out of his bachelor herd. He still couldn't believe that soft-hearted fool. The Diamondbacks had fought numerous battles to secure their territory. They had become the most notorious gang in the area, the scourge of every herd for miles. Harassing leaders and kidnapping mares had been all in a day's work for them.
And he had wanted to throw it all away.
Start over, he said.
Make peace, he said.
What bullshit. And what's worse, many of the gang members had agreed with him.
And so Vicer had left in disgust, looking for a herd that wouldn't end up being such lily-livers. Perhaps Helovia held a new life for him, where he could have the same companionship within a group, and the same fear outside it.
Now, standing at the treeline and looking out over Thistle Meadow, the tree shadows striping his back like a predatory big cat's, he allowed a small grin to curl his muzzle.
Look out, Helovia. Here comes Vicer.
Don't be lonely, I'm always here The twins stepped side by side, Abel hot with temper. His mother had forgotten then gone off and gotten herself killed. The silver tobiano brother had luckily been the only to stumble upon it, for if Nym had seen the disgusting pile of innard foam and liquid surrounding their mothers dead corpse, he may have well turned depressive. The chestnut of the two was most like his father Torasin. Holding deep emotional grasps on things and never truly shaking the hold. When something hurt, it hurt. Never feeling right again without a large amount of true. Abel was the only thing keeping Nym from becoming a true wimp within the large world of disgusting racists. Though Abel wasn't sure if he was going to be a hater of the others or a believer in equality. A side of him, the dominant side of his mother, was pushing deep feelings within his chest. He knew down inside he couldn't stand those bone heads and feather brains but for the sake of his brother he grasped to the brighter side of things.
"Abel, father never went to go see mother did he?" the colt said quietly, almost as if a ball was in his throat. Like tears were ready to fall yet they were far from coming. "I don't know, I believe mum left. I haven't seen her since the day you and I both did" lie "I'm sure she's playing her favorite game of disappearing." this time to never return. The buckskin of the to tried desperately to avoid the topic, maybe throwing Nym's attention toward games but that was hard when his attention was already caught by another at this moment.
Nym had started to walk off in the direction of the chestnut equine in the distance. Abel was quick to follow on his trail, sure to protect him in the case of danger. Nym's arrival was deep in tones and rather diplomatic in greeting, kind and compassionate below though "Evening sir, may I.. I mean we" glancing over his shoulder at his on coming twin "help you?" authority was somewhere in his tendrils of voice, something Abel had yet to ever hear. It made the tobiano buckskin rather proud to hear his brother finally growing into his true size.
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[ooc- I haven't played these two in a while, so I thought I might just pop them in if you like. They've pretty much traveled all over Helovia so if you want them to escort Vicer to the Endless Blue they can(: lol]
Abel
Nym
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A voice drew Vicer's attention from the meadow, but he didn't expect to see two horses--kids, no less--standing there. Both were mainly white with splotches, he wondered for a moment if they were related.
"Actually, yes." said Vicer, turning to face them. Maybe some of the local yokels could point him in the direction of a new gig. "See, I recently split with my band due to a little dispute between myself and the new boss. Our old boss got himself killed by wolves, but not he led us to be one of the most infamous bachelor herds in our area. So, I'm looking for a new stint." Crimson ears perked up. "Perhaps you two would know of any gangs in the area looking for a fellow trouble-maker?"
Both twins stood a wee bit taller than the red stallion before them. Each brother entwining their thoughts with first meeting assumptions. The vigorous judgement of two youngins putting their personal views upon someone they've never met before. Interest was put between both the males but only Abel seemed to have annoyance visible in his features. As the brown eyed stallion spoke up, the silver buckskin tovero heightened his posture, tipping his crown in pure dominance. Caring not for the visible arrogance of Vicer. Nym on the other hand, held his head low like a working horse would, and perked his ears to listen with pure enjoyment. Vicer's awkward way of addressing things and his overall accent, maybe tone, was of extreme difference to the twins.
Neither of them though, pointed it out with disgrace. Instead they both just accepted who he was in the long run. After all their mother was a racist bitch, a sly snake beyond belief, and their father was an over emotional boy with a pretty attitude. The mix of each parent brought forth some interesting children personality but the two had yet to grow into their true selves. Nym looked to Abel, letting the more dominant of the pair speak for them both, "Stud," Abel addressed calmly "there is a band of misfits where you would fit, maybe, perfectly." the paint smirked. Annoyance high in his chest and tones, "But seeing as they are racist unicorns and your just as bare as my twin and I, you're out of luck." now his tones become more diplomatic and trusting "Though there are places around this land you have come to and if you would kindly describe to my brother and I what you are searching for in appearance, we could possibly help you out."
Nym didn't object to Abel's voice. The way he took charge and his tone in amusement and ornery ways was nothing new. Nym only continued to watch Vicer with eyes like a hawk. Drinking in every detail and perfect flaw. "I can assure you your life of causing havoc will not be tolerated here in Helovia, maybe you'll get away with it in the beginning, but do sir take caution on whom you pick at." honest tones floating through the air. Abel took note to his brothers odd advice, as the silver paint would have not given advice so simply to someone he did not know. No he would rather watch them learn it the hard way. As he had. As his brother and he had.
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"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."
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Vicer grinned when they mentioned racist unicorns. "I don't see it as 'bare' so much as 'normal'. And hey, they might be fun to harass later on, once I've found my hooves here." He thought for a moment as the other inquired what sort of terrain he was looking for. "Doesn't really matter." he said at last. "Good friends, good food, good hiding spots, that's what I'd be looking for." The Diamondbacks had taken up residence in a canyon, a dry but secure area where any intruders would easily get lost. And there had been something peaceful about the ancient walls of the canyon, a sort of protected feeling. He wouldn't object to setting up in an open area, but few lairs were as satisfying as one you could disappear into in a heartbeat, leaving your pursuers confused and frustrated.
"So, aside from the hornheads, are there any other bands out there?" He was interrupted when the second brother spoke. His words caused Vicer's eyebrow to lift. "I certainly hope that's not a threat." he said in a jovial tone, but there was a seriousness to his words. Sticklegs better not be getting a swelled head, he thought. They may have been bigger, but Vicer had experience in combat that he doubted these two had. "You stick to your neck of the woods, and I'll stick to mine, and we won't have a problem."
It could have been the absolute arrogance in the posture of Vicer that set Abel on fire, or the downright ignorant manors of his. Perhaps this stud had experience, the twins had bloodlines of a true warrior. No not Torasin, he is far too girly. It was Brooke. "And when they drive their horn straight through her arrogant chest you'll realize your a fool." he spat viciously. Nym slowly falling to the side, stepping away from his heated brother. "If you are just as ignorant as I am prone to believe they dwell in the north, go ahead and traipse through their land. Otherwise head south-west, there is a sandy beach. I'm sure you'll find what your looking for there." He was about to turn and swing at his brother before the fool spoke up again. Abel was half tempted to ram his hoof straight down the bastard pirates mouth.
Abel began to squint his green eyes, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Rage settled in his chest. The chestnut began to back away even further. Snapping a few twigs beneath his large feet. Fear swelling in his chest. He knew the moment Vicer had regarded his own words as a possible threat and then released his own that Abel would certainly be hot all over it. Two against one would be a number for the dead. "His was no more a threat than yours." Abel began to move forward. Haste in his hooves, gasoline pouring from his nares, a fire pretty much flowing from them. Ears completely slick to his neck. Natural protecting instincts began to fill both the stallions stomachs. Nym began to follow his brothers movements. Becoming less of a drastic polite man. A warrior within them began to show.
Each of them began to close the open gap. Ears slick to their thick necks. Heavy muscles rippling beneath them, still not fully developed but deadly. They were growing up fast, finally growing into their temper. Though not fully able to control it. "Do tell, what you think you can do when its two against one." Nym commanded. Slamming his teeth. The cling echoing in Abel's ear. Both young growing adults stopped but feet from him. Waiting for his stupid answer. Waiting for just one word so they could attack. Prove they were just like their mother, much less of their father. Proving that the power of family can over rule anything.
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"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."
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Vicer didn't reply to Abel's venomous words just yet, having found that the easiest way to tick someone off without directly provoking a fight was simply being subtly obnoxious. "Always liked the hotter regions." he said thoughtfully. "Beach it is, then." Despite his relaxed exterior, he would have to be as stupid as Abel thought him to not take his threats seriously. He was watching them out of the corner of his eye, watching for a muscle twitch, a hoof stomp, anything that might give away an intent to charge.
He stood his ground as the two advanced, his smirk never slipping. Oh, if only he had the band behind him. Mafia and Paladin had been his best friends. A hulking black and a lean grey, the three of them were thick as thieves. Vicer may have been an arrogant bastard, but he was an arrogant bastard who never forgot those who chose to stand by him.
But now was not the time for reminiscing. Perhaps he should make a graceful exit.
"Do? Why, I don't need to do anything, kiddo." he said. "You're not going to fight me because you so obviously think you're better than me. And hey, maybe you are. Any-dee-hoo, I'll be heading south now." He chuckled. "Little late to do that for the winter though." He turned and began trotting away. "But you two seem cool." he called over his shoulder as he left. "If we're ever in the same place, maybe we can have a fair spar."
(Sorry for kinda shortening this thread, but even Vicer wouldn't be so stupid as to fight two horses bigger than him alone xD They can shoot off a few parting insults if you want.)
[ Sorry I just got around to stating this post done, I just realized I hadn't already done that. Since he is parting Abel and Nym wouldn't be up much for talking behind his back so they let him go off and return to their travels! xD lol ]
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