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12-22-2012, 06:50 PM
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VARATH
But sometimes out of nowhere
There's demented sounds of laughter
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The colt had wandered through the frigid ice, following at a distance the great and powerful stallion whom he had grown to admire in a matter of seconds. He had only seen the powerful grey with the blue eyes once, met him but once, and still, the yearling was smitten, idolizing the one named Deimos. If only he could grow to be so powerful, so... revered. The way that mare had been drawn to him was exciting, and even moreso, his mysterious ways and mannerisms held such darkness. Like a moth of a flame, he was captured, wanting power and strength of his own. Be the stallion a good influence or not, Varath had just made Deimos his role model, but he was too smart to follow like a puppy.
Instead, he followed like a lost dog, wandering after the grey stallion by tracking his hoof steps in the snow. Varath had tried to keep the wicked grey in his sights for as long as he could, but the general path forward had not been too hard to follow. When he arrived at a pass between two mountains, the colt blew white smoke through his charcoal nostrils, boldly clambering up the rocky steps.
For his young age, the colt was beginning to show signs of his powerful, future physique. He was long legged and muscular with a sloping hip and angled shoulder. The crested neck arched in a higher set and gave way to a firm, bold face. Black mane and tail was beginning to grow out and lay over his neck, the fringes a bloody, deep crimson. One of his orbs was red and the other grey, giving him away as a sibling of his sister, Ophelia, almost instantly. In fact, he was almost a spitting image of his older sibling when she was greying out, but he would never get to be as white in color as she. Once he dappled in a dark grey, he would remain that way until the end of his life.
After sliding down the rocky path, he was surprised to see that the interior of this mountain was rather lush. The chilly winds no longer clung to his puffed coat, and he was able to move without shivering. Varath trotted forward, tossing his head high in the air, a child of personality and a future career in violence. Instead of calling out to the leaders of the land, he took do grazing on the tundra grass, wanting to assimilate. Two colored eyes sought out Deimos, trying to see where he hid, but he did not set eyes on the demonic grey. Where had he gone?
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She hadn't expected to miss Deimos' presence, but it seemed that the Basin was lacking without its deadly General.
There was something reassuring about one with the ability to convey the horror of imminent death. It made a herd feel invincible; after all, who would take them on with the threat of annihilation hanging over their heads like a figurative sword, waiting to bring their demise down on them from the heavens? Without him, it was not that they were unprotected, it was not that they were weak, but they lacked a certain sureness that would have been present. To have a General stolen suggested that any of them could be stolen; it did not exactly make the herd feel protected. And an unprotected family was one who would turn on those charged with their safety. The shadow-mare cursed the thieves that had taken Deimos; with him, they had taken a portion of her dignity, a portion of her brethren's loyalty.
She spotted the colt as he crested the ridge into their lands. He was grey, lightly dappled in his youth, sporting a lovely, spiraled horn and the red tinges that marked Paladin's family. Perhaps she would have been on her guard, had he not come alone, but as it were, she knew that she, a seasoned veteran, would be more than capable of taking a challenge from an impudent yearling. She approached at a brisk trot, head carried high, like royalty, marking herself as one to be listened to and reckoned with. She could not be sure of his heritage, of course, lest he admit to being the son of a traitor; but she had her suspicions, and she would like as not lack trust. After all, why would he be here, of all places?
"Greetings, darling," the Empress called to the young unicorn. "And welcome to Aurora Basin." she would wait to announce her titles and rankings until the distance between them had closed; after all, there was no use in yelling back and forth like rambunctious foals. And then she was upon him, the feathers swirling in the breeze created by her movement, tossed to and fro within her banner. Keen amber eyes skimmed over his musculature, defined and matured for one who she assumed to be fairly young. "I am Psyche the Dark Empress, the Lady of Aurora Basin," she introduced herself. "And who might you be?"
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12-28-2012, 04:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-28-2012, 04:28 PM by Varath.)
VARATH
But sometimes out of nowhere
There's demented sounds of laughter
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Varath watched as a black mare approached, carrying herself boldly and like a leader. Was she the Queen here, he wondered? The colt lifted his neck sharply, the expression in his two toned eyes dark. He held the same look of his father before he had fled the battlefield in Dorngarrow, so many years ago. The colt held hatred far beyond his age, a wickedness that seemed into his very soul, and a darkness that tainted his blood. He was a true prince of his heritage. One of the last sons in a long line of brutality, and he would carry on the darkness of Dorngarrow, though his little hooves had never even seen his grandsire's home land.
The lean colt watched as she neared, ears pricking forward and listening to her words. So she was the queen here, and she was rather pretty. Did she have a king, he wondered? Certainly the dark Deimos whom he had taken to following, shadowing in all the awe and wonder of a child who wanted to be nothing more and nothing less than an exact replica. She asked who he was, and he flicked his growing tail around his hocks (for it only reached so far), and he tossed his head proudly.
With all of his pride and confidence, Varath proved to be a rather handsome and comical creature. Perhaps one day, he would be as great as his ego, but for now, the child was merely amusing. "I am Varath," he replied, his voice deep for a colt's, but still childish. "Grandson of Riekahn the Crimson King." Varath would rather not mention his father who turned against his own kind, and he would not dare mention his mother.
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(This post was last modified: 12-28-2012, 06:45 PM by Aviya.)
Each step the filly took daily made her stronger--and she was changing fast. At a year of age, Aviya was still young, but that did not stop her dark beauty from shining through. Her fluffy, foal coat had turned sleek and majestic looking--hugging her femininely muscled frame in just the right way that turned the young stallion's heads her way. Oh, but she was too good for any stallion around here--she was daughter of the Nightshade, the great dark doctor of the Plague. Her brilliant blue eyes only set on stallions she knew had the great potential she did--and there were very few here in the basin.
Tamlin, the spoiled colt of the king, had been the closest thing she had had to a friend in her life, and the pale Vermillion was a puzzling creature to say the least. Tamlin was a handsome colt, growing strong just like his father before him. Mauja was a great stallion--almost everything that Aviya admired. He was strong, proud, and desired so much for the destruction of the other species. The thought of the mighty, lost king's power sent shivers from the tops of her ears down through the tips of her cloven hooves. She wondered if Tamlin would rise to similar greatness for if the colt he was--spoiled and haughty--would stick around forever. She hoped against Tamlin being a brat his entire life, but the young girl was not a seer.
Now she felt she needed to speak with the interim leader of her herd, Psyche. Aviya felt she deserved a rank among the herd with her age, and if Psyche felt the same she would be incredibly joyous. Now Aviya was following Psyche;s scent, on the quest to speak to her. Aviya wondered if there was an assassin rank among her people--if not in the Basin, then in the Plague. She had never been initiated truly, but merely born into the greatest racist band of all Helovia--and she was born with greatness fuming from her smoky figure. Psyche was not hard to find, stalking the borders and waiting for newcomers as Aviya supposed all leaders did. Slowing her body from a trot to a brisk walk, the doctor's daughter approached from behind the shape-shifting leader of her's. Her crystalline eyes quickly flicked to the young stallion her leader was speaking to.
He was young, like her, but handsome nonetheless. The young mistress felt her tail flicking behind her with curiosity, her eyes narrowed in a dark yet quizzical manner--still as beautiful as ever upon her regally sculpted face. "I am Aviya," she spoke coolly, settling in next to Psyche, turning her chin slightly to grace the lead mare with a gentle nod of respect.
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He was indeed young, but with his youth came the arrogance of those lacking defeat. He had likely never fallen, or been kicked down, or been bested in any way; as such, he lacked the fear, the respect that an older steed might have for the world. She was not lacking in this category, for though she did not fear, she did indeed respect. She waited coolly as he introduced himself, not as a son of the father that she had known he must be, but as the grandson of her own father. He announced it with something akin to pride, and she favored him with a rare smile.
"And I am Riekahn's daughter. You are well-met, my nephew." Her words carried her approval that he should choose this path rather than that of the traitor Paladin. Perhaps she had judged the colt wrongly, but it was too soon to tell for sure.
She felt the filly's presence before she saw her. The Empress had watched from afar as the lanky filly had grown into a very pretty young mare. She had a quiet grace about her, much like her mother, but there was also a deadly aura. Psyche was as fond of Aviya as one who did not truly know her may be, much more so that she was of Tamlin. If she did not dislike him for his mother's sins, she would have disliked him for his arrogance. Perhaps he was a bit too much like his father, but then, at least the FrostHeart had tempered his personality to be that of a great king.
Aviya introduced herself, removing the need for the shadow-mare to instigate the formalities. Orange eyes flickered ever-so-briefly from the young steed to the young flicka; they would make a good match, perhaps, when they were older. And maybe not. Either way, there was something that they shared in her eyes, something that was perhaps not visible to everyone. The exuded a feeling, one that she herself felt, and she found herself wanting to bring both of them under her wing. Aviya because it was her place by birthright, and Varath because, well, what sweet revenge it would be to turn him (more so?) against his father?
"Is it a home that you desire, Varath?"
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VARATH
But sometimes out of nowhere
There's demented sounds of laughter
A crimson and silver orb settled on the dark filly who approached then, and he watched her move with a curious and predatory gaze. Two white socks ran up her back legs and her face was white with darkly rimmed, blue eyes. The horn on her brow was see-through, like glass while his was thickly coiled of bone. Instead of puffing out his chest proudly, he copied what he had seen Deimos do before. The young colt stiffened his young figure and tilted his ears forward ever so slightly; he would have circled her had Psyche not been standing right in front of him.
She introduced herself as Aviya, and he nodded, thinking that she was rather pretty. He wondered if Deimos thought of mares as being pretty of if he should ignore such feelings. The colt looked up into orange eyes as the mare introduced herself as his aunt, and he nodded slowly, trying to find any color on her coat; there was none, really. He wondered if that was an accident. All of his family had some sort of color. The colt wanted to know, but his father was rather tight lipped about Dorngarrow.
The desire to know burned in his eyes, but he remained proudly and confidently stoic, standing quietly with this hooves all in a line. She asked if he wanted a home, and the colt nodded. "I would like that, yes," he replied, his charcoal body and strange eyes making the arching of his neck quite the show. "Perhaps, I can train the be a warrior?" he suggested.
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VADIM
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me, you can't see a thing
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Pale hooves crunched through the snow as Vadim slowly followed the path his brother had taken. Unlike Varath who seemed to always move with a purpose, Vadim meandered. Unless he was practicing his magic he would not, could not focus on any one thing for an extended period of time. His magic was something he felt pride in and because of that it wasn't hard for him to focus on. Everything else he just didn't seem to care too much about or be concerned with. Sometimes he wondered if that irritated his brother or not, but in the end he decided that he didn't care much.
Vadim lifted his white and blue accented head as he drew near enough to hear voices. Blue rimmed ears tipped forward and he moved into a graceful trot, the easy movement telling of his spanish bloodline that came from his mother. "Varath!" He called only to be silenced instantly when he took in the sight of the mare and the filly that stood before his brother.
His movements slowed and became jerky and his ears tilted back against his head. "Hello." His voice came out mumbled when he spoke after reaching his brother's side.
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Aviya felt Psyche's watch eat her up. Inwardly, Aviya wanted the approval of those orange eyes--and today, it seemed, she would get it. Psyche continued forward in her conversation with Varath, as he had introduced himself. Relaxing a bit, Aviya let her blue gaze focus on the newcomer. His eyes were two different colors, something Aviya was used to. d'Artagnan shared the trait of heterochromia, and the filly did not waver under the crimson and silver gaze. Her face remained cool and composed, a maturity far beyond that of a yearling gripping her feminine features. However, when Varath changed his position in front of her, a small smirk graced her light face. His ears tipped forward, pressing in to catch her words. She watched as his muscles stiffened with an awareness that would grace her so well in the future, and at the arch of his neck an intrigued curve of her brow followed. She would need to get to know this colt, most surely.
Her head snapped to catch the pale sight of another quickly, his words coming loud and almost obnoxiously. Her crystalline eyes narrowed darkly, tail flicking thrice upon her white hinds. "And you are?" the dark princess questioned, shoulder muscles tensing some. The new white colt walked in such an ungallant manner, his movements stiff and unpracticed. His odd blue markings and handsome white face were the only things that gave Aviya a second thought about him, a shallowness that the filly was not ashamed of. The new white one mumbled, and Aviya nearly scoffed--but she remembered that Psyche was here. The doctor's daughter clenched her jaw quickly to quiet her tongue from further lashings, hoping she did not displease the Dark Empress.
Aviya wondered if Varath felt the need to please his superiors like she did. Actually, the filly wondered if anyone else but her felt the same way. Aviya already held the knowledge that she pleased her parents, a powerful couple, and that drove Aviya for more. She fed off of power, admiring it, and she knew one day she would have as much power as the horses in her life--d'Artagnan, Psyche...Mauja. Oh, how the young filly yearned for the spotted king, his strength undeniable and ever alluring to her curiosity.
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Who does he remind me of? the shadow-mare wondered, orange eyes skimming the youthful, muscular frame of the dappled colt. He was stoic, withdrawn - something like d'Artagnan, perhaps? No, he was not gruff, merely... emotionless. Like Deimos? That was closer, but the youngling was still not as like the General as he might have hoped. An eagerness pervaded his questions, but an eagerness for what? Acceptance? A role? Power? A home, for sure... but the rest? She supposed that she would find out. "Warriors are always in high demand here, aren't they, Aviya, darling?" she replied with a too-sweet smile. Perhaps she was instigating: it was a subtle hint towards the 'big, strong warrior' that Varath would surely become. Really, what harm could come from her nephew and one of her closest advisor's daughter's union?
She would go far, the young filly. Already the jackal could see the desire for power, the desire to please her. Perhaps she should take more of an interest in the foals of her herd, particularly d'Artagnan and Kou's. A call interrupted her thoughts: "Varath!" Her orbs found the newcomer, lobes swiveling to him. He bore a similar look to the young fighter before her, but he was not as composed. In fact, there was something awkward about him, as though he had yet to outgrow his youth. Where she had met Varath with pleasure, she met this one with indifference, freely allowing Aviya to speak for her: "And you are?"
Her eyes were emotionless, her voice cool, poisonous. It was really no deviation from her usual way, though she had warmed toward Varath and, of course, Aviya. Whomever this was, she wondered where he would fit - he did not look a warrior, not in the same way that his brother (she presumed) did; nor did he seem cunning and manipulative, like the filly. Like me. What did he desire from her, from her land? Would he simply follow in Varath's footsteps like a loyal mutt, or would he emerge from the shadows to form his own way?
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