| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
& Name? :: Caracal :: None
Dingo |
03-06-2013, 10:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2013, 10:51 PM by Crowley.)
The day was dry and arid, the strength of the sun's rays unforgiving as they bore down upon the land. While Tallsun had been mostly pleasant so far, today was different, and it left some begging for the return of Frostfall. Or, for others, the simple wish of returning to their own herd land. For Crowley and Talbot, a day like this was far from normal. The Basin was covered in an eternal blanket of snow, for the sun could never fully penetrate the land and take it away. It was both a blessing and a curse, as Frostfall would surely be a difficult time for the hardy unicorns of the Basin.
For one Hellhound pup, however, today was a new, exciting experience. It was his first time venturing away from the icy home where he had hatched, and there were countless new sights to see, and new smells to smell. Despite his lack of stamina due to his age, Talbot bounded from one tree to another as they walked on, giving a high pitched yip every once in a while. More often than not, he would turn his head to look back at the brindled stallion, as if waiting for him to start doing the same.
"Yeah, right," Crowley spoke up with a shake of his head, watching as the hound instantly turned to scamper off and find the next new amazing thing. As d'Artagnan had said back in the Basin, he'd forgotten what it was like to be youthful, oblivious to the worries and the horrors of the world. It wouldn't be long until Talbot began to change and realize these things, he was sure, but Crowley honestly was in no hurry. Although the pup's habits were often annoying and pulled him from a restful nap, he was glad to have bonded with him. Talbot would change in his own time, while maintaining some inkling of a personality, rather than becoming a mindless machine.
Soon, the pair had found themselves along the sandy shores of a beach, where the heat was lessened ever so slightly by an oceanic breeze. Without hesitation, Talbot went darting forward, straight for the water, yet he slammed on the brakes right as he neared the edge of the water. For a moment he stood there, investigating the strange feeling of moist sand beneath his paws and between his toes, as well as the pungent scent of the water. Right as he stuck his nose to the surface, the body of water pushed, sending a small wave at the hound. Flabbergasted by the sudden wetness on his nose, Talbot gave a defiant bark, before he leapt bravely into the water.
Unable to help himself, an inward chuckle shook Crowley's barrel at the spectacle before him. Stepping closer to the edge of the water, the stallion kept a watchful eye on his bonded, simply assuring that he wouldn't get washed away or pulled under by some unforeseen creature.
For once, Crowley was away from the Basin, and enjoying the rare gift of sunshine upon his back, perfectly content to give Talbot his own gift of exploration.
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
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| Deceased |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15hh :: Died at 6yo Buff: NOVICE |
| Vallie |
03-06-2013, 11:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2013, 11:20 PM by Angora.)
Angora, witch, beauty, or any other name worked. She had been thinking about her life. She lowered his gaze at the stallion from a distance, glaring at the him, at the water, at anything her pale eyes landed upon. Ears flattening, she strode forward, towards the horse, teeth clenched together. He smelt bad. Not bad, but horrid. He smelt like the horses from the herd of the Basin. Some were racist and others weren't. Maybe he'd be a normal one. She paused when she saw it. A hellhound. What kind of shinanigans was this stallion pulling? Pacing forward, her face twisted into a flirty expression. She trotted to catch up with the stag. Her ears flicked forward. "Hello there beautiful. I see your one of the few who can manage to get a friend." Her lips curled into a beam. White pearls squeaky clean. "..And darling, may I see you are rocking those strips." She walked past him. Leaving her cloud of mystery he could follow or stay. Her hooves dug into the sand with each step. The grains rubbing her hooves with little kisses. He wasn't to bad on the eye, which was always a plus, and most likely she'd end up using her magic on him. She didn't feel the jitters she did with Loki.
The area was serene and peaceful. The waves arching into the finest white as they crashed. The wind pulling at her mane. Each spew of sand that fluttered around beaded along her fine pelt. She had sheded her coat and was silky and soft touch. Angora was built in layers. Only Loki had peeled them back, and she had worked hard putting them back. No more horses, nor animals, could peel them back. She had been loki-free and it had felt good, but she got bored. She just wanted to understand, and now she could just relax with this stallion, and if anything happened or she got bored she could just skip her way out. Who knew she’s end up here? On this beach for the second time. Two different horses. Two different moods. Where was her life going?
OOC: So crappy. So short. So stupid. -facepalm-
Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?
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Rarely does the black-shouldered stag venture from the sanctuary of the snow-shrouded valley of unicorns, choosing to remain a wraith haunting the caves of the Basin rather than traverse the plain of ice to rejoin the world. Yet today he has been driven from the sheltered vale, pestered and punished by the sharp nips and irritated snarls bestowed upon his shaded legs by the growing pup he keeps, the companion he had never expected to find. The tiny hound is proving to be quite the menace, filled with the energy of weeks spent idly. There had been the occasion foray from their isolated cave, of course, but these short adventures ceased to placate the whelp, boredom forcing him to aggression against his bonded until the stallion either gave in to the unspoken demands or risked potentially serious injury.
Of course, seeing that there was more to the world than tundra has only made Laise even more determined to explore everything the land has to offer, amazing and astounding the pup in a way that leaves him wanting more, craving the next discovery. It is such a contrast to the mindset of his bonded, the cold mind of Totem finding nothing to hold his interest, distant and distracted from anything that the pup may try to show him. For while Laise may be enchanted by every new experience, every previously unknown item, there is little that can keep the fleeting attention of the stag. Not the thick green grass, nor the vast forests of trees, the birds and beasts that bustle about, disturbed by the passing of the exuberant hound.
Even the ocean fails attract more than a quick glance, the briefest acknowledgement of its existence, before fading to the background of Totem's awareness. The things that do not interest him may as well not even exist, crossing his thoughts for only a second before being discarded, labelled useless and tossed aside. But the young canine is captivated, awed by the vast expanse of surging water. It roils and shifts, crashing upon the shore and pulling back again and again, sending up vast spumes of seaspray that fall gently upon his small body. Intrigued and enthralled, he creeps forward, longing to touch the waves, if only for a moment. Just long enough to know the feel of one. Cautiously, his snout inches closer, closer, until the incoming rush slaps against his muzzle, flooding his nose with the sting of salt, and filling his mind with the instinctive fear of drowning. A high-pitched yelp declares his distress, and the whelp turns tail and flees, seeking safety at the hooves of the bay. For just a moment, amusement dances in the fiery eyes of the normally indifferent brute, flickers through the link between the two minds, before disappearing as if it has never existed.
Yet, this breath of emotion rejuvenates Laise, gives him reason to bound away again, desperately hoping to invoke more feelings in the stonehearted stallion. He snuffles at the sand, searching for any scent that may please Totem, and stumbles on the path of the mare. He doesn't know who she is, or if Totem will wish to encounter another, but he still barks in excitement, darting back to deliver gentle bites to the hocks of his bonded, sending him to meet this stranger. After all, in the Basin such behavior had earned quick flashes of approval, and why should this time be different?
And so they advance until the others come into view, at which time the bay no longer requires such harsh prompting, the vaguest sense of something(curiosity perhaps?) leading him on, spurring him to stride just the tiniest bit faster, ears to ever so slightly prick toward the duo. Recognition comes soon after, eyes taking in the striped body and twisting horns of the buck and knowing them to mean Crowley. The mare is unknown, golden and gorgeous, and utterly unintriguing. In fact, neither mean much to the silver bay, though Crowley may still prove himself to be worthy of attention.
These vague drifting communications from their link, mixed with his own familiarity with the brindle, prompt Laise to race forward, slipping occasionally forward in time in his haste. The lapses are barely noticeable, sending him only a few pawsteps ahead of where he should be, but still there, a tantalizing glimpse into what the pup will be able to accomplish later in life. Totem saunters calmly behind, watching his companion with slightly narrowed eyes as the canine, spotting Talbot, pauses just out of reach of the waves and emits a wavering howl, desiring to play but unwilling to enter the water. Hopefully, such skittishness will fade with age.
He finally reaches the other horses, halting his steps near his horned acquaintance. "Crowley." A short greeting, but Totem has never been one to waste words. He has granted the brute with more than most ever earn, accepting his existence, and even allowing an edge of respect into his voice. The femme he ignores completely, having no reason to acknowledge her presence. She may be here, but in the same way the sand was, or the few skinny trees. As something inanimate and common.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
& Name? :: Caracal :: None
Dingo |
It must have been the direction of the salty wind that failed to alert him of another presence. For once, Talbot was oblivious, his interest taken entirely by the giving and pulling wake of the ocean. The sound of hooves crunching into the sand was the first indicator, and instantly Crowley was on alert, turning his head to settle his gaze on the stranger.
Her coat was a shining buckskin beneath the Tallsun sky, and the flirty expression on her face might have sent a colt head over heels. Her words, light and airy, complementing and kind, caused a twist of discomfort in the stallion's gut. However, he was no colt; he was bitter and set in his ways, older than most he'd met during his travels through Helovia. Not to mention, he loathed equines, such as the one who had come to approach him. But despite his cruel ways, the brindle still loved to have fun, so he would play along for now.
"Aren't I?" He spoke up, lifting his head with the slightest arch in his neck, his golden gaze following her as she slipped past him. For a moment, he simply stared, not having expected her to just keep going. Cocking one ear to the side, the brindle grew silent, before giving a snort of disapproval. Who was she to say such things, then simply keep on going? Did she compliment every stallion she waltzed past? Not that he truly cared, after all, but it would have been a fun act to play for a few minutes. "Alright... Nice meeting you?" He finished off, unsure of what else to say. He sure as well wouldn't be following after her.
Adjusting his stance back to its original stance, he went to focus his attention back on Talbot, who had paused only briefly in his playing to pay the buckskin an ounce of attention. However, the sound of a sudden howl drew the pup's attention away from the waves, and he grew still for a moment, yellow eyes wide as he searched for the culprit of such a noise. Then, he spotted the other pup, whom he recalled seeing once or twice before. In an instant, his tail was in wild motion behind him, and he bounded forward, quickly closing the gap between himself and the other pup, but not without a little stumbling here and there. He aimed to pounce on the pup of earthen and red hues, and pull him down to the sand in a playful romp.
Looking to Totem when he spoke, Crowley gave a welcoming nod of his head, admittedly surprised to see the silver bay out and away from the Basin. He didn't come off as an exploring type to Crowley, but it wasn't any of his business. "Totem," he spoke up, casting a glance to the two pups before redirecting his attention to the other stallion, "What brings you out of the Basin? At least you stopped to speak with me." The latter of his words was spoken just a little louder, directed at the retreating mare, although he could care less whether she came running back or disappeared in the distance.
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
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| Deceased |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15hh :: Died at 6yo Buff: NOVICE |
| Vallie |
03-13-2013, 09:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-18-2013, 08:35 PM by Angora.)
Angora had seen him play along. Taunting her to use her magic. "You know it's dangerous to make fun of something that strikes my fancy." The mare cooed, eyebrow crooking upward as she stood with a solid, confident stance. Pale eyes flashing with mischief, an underlying hint of malignant lingering in their shallow pupils. "You never know when one can take them away." She ended, her voice a soft purr as she lavished the male with her unaltered gaze. Relaxed though every nerve ending on her body remained tuned, awaiting whatever the succulent beast had to say to her next - tail lashing between her thighs as she allowed her words to once more touch the air around her inky lips. "But what is a lady without her manners, names Angora, and you?" She extended her velvety muzzle back and faced it to the coil horned beast, aiming to delicately, her gaze fluttered to him. A delicate ear perked forth atop her skull from within the thick locks of his ebony forelock that tangled swayed above her sweet forehead, multiple strands hooked around her dark eye where they had twisted there and remained untouched, an unruly look of a vagabond who cared about her feminine looks.
"Bonjour," She said slowly to this new stallion, the word soft on her tongue and evidently one she had spoken before, though she utters it, with faint humor, for she knew these stallions would not know, as though she found her language amusing, it would most likely be taken as a strange foreign word. "Only when there's something worth my time," She mused, her head arching proudly atop a serpentine nape as she eyes them, fascinated, curious, desiring of the lavish beauty that hovers before her, her figure poised like that of a cobra waiting to strike. Refined features flickering pale iris's onto his brawny stature as an amused smirk slipped over her inky lips. Fully thick tail slashed between her cannons, angular neck curling to bring her crown to it's full level as the femme fatale remained poised in front of the snorting gargoyles. Her tail swayed once or twice back and forth. Magic floating through the air. She could feel power surge through her veins. These two boys would be caught in her presence. They'd trip over their tongues as drool slithered out of their mouths. She could tell they'd be in love with the femme. It'd be short, but true.
They were her toys now.
OOC: Magic: 1/2 - Type: Love - For: Her. It lasts up to six posts in any thread. They will both fall madly in love (If player wants) with her for this time, and it is impossible to understand why you feel this way unless you have had flirting magic (Dark) on your character before. They will have no clue what so ever otherwise.
Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?
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"Laise," is the only answer he gives, directing a slight nod toward the faintly glowing pup, who has jumped to the side in another unconscious display of his innate ability. Briefly, Totem ponders what triggers the power. Strong emotion, perhaps, in this case excitement. The reddish markings are glowing faintly as well, though it is difficult to tell in the bright glare of the sun. If Totem possessed a more scientific mind, he might muse upon this correlation, or even experiment, but instead he simply accepts the fact and moves on. The pup, too, has moved on, forgetting his unnaturally quick dodge and cheerfully engaging Talbot in some game or another.
"Bonjour." The new voice prompts a glance from the bay, revealing that the buckskin has come sashaying back, though he has no idea why she is determined to waste his time. He supposes that she simply couldn't stand to be ignored, pathetically prancing back in a desperate attempt to garner their attention. Her neck arches in a way that could be considered elegant, while her tail lashes in the vain wish to be seductive.
She bores him.
Yet, something changes. Without warning, he finds himself drawn to the mare, the empty recesses of his mind suddenly filled by her. The sunny shade of her pelt, the inky darkness of her banners, the slenderness of her stature, it is all captivating. Utterly inconvenient, but captivating. This creature he had dismissed, almost forgotten even, suddenly claimed all of his attention, holding his fleeting interest in a way that is entirely out of character for the pale-maned stallion. Laise, sensing the sudden shift, pauses his playing and whines softly, concerned by the unexpected flood of emotion that comes pouring through their link, and also somewhat jealous. Why should Totem adore this mare? He is the one Totem is supposed to feel for, not some ugly nohorn. Growling, he advances, turquoise eyes full of anger. Totem is his.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
& Name? :: Caracal :: None
Dingo |
Totem spoke a name, which briefly put Crowley in a state of confusion, before he managed to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Laise was the name of the silver bay's own pup of Hell, who was busy romping with Talbot. A soft chuckle escaped the brindle's lips, but before he could make much more of the conversation, he was cut off.
The buckskin mare speaks again, proclaiming it dangerous to take joy out of something she fancies. The Weaver himself found joy in taking the love out of one's life, so Crowley could have said something similar in retort, but he put the comment to rest before it could be anything more than an inkling in his mind.
Pulling his golden gaze away from Totem and then to the mare, whom he now knew as Angora, he resisted the urge to sneer. 'Ugly nake,' he hissed in the depths of his concious, before that trademark grin of his came slipping across his lips, creating a faux display of interest and pleasure in Angora's presence. What had happened to her simply walking away from them? For her, it would have been the best route, for beneath him, the brindle's hooves were rearing to make a move.
"Crowley," he replied, turning to face her more evenly as she extended her muzzle towards him. Inwardly, he flinched at the thought of touching any part of the buckskin, or any other creature that was at all like her. It was hard enough for Crowley to put his eyes upon her. So reaching his muzzle out, he waiting until the last possible moment, before pulling it back right before they could actually touch. Wretched creature.
She turned her attention upon Totem, then, allowing the brindle to breathe a sigh of relief. Though his relief is short lived, for moments later, something strange began to wash over him. The thumping of his heart seems to speed up, and looking upon Angora, there was a sensation of flustered heat coursing through him. It, however, was not brought on by the heat of the sun above. But if not the sun... what the Hell was it?
God of the Spark have mercy on his soul; Angora was beautiful. Of course, these were not the true feelings that Crowley felt towards the mare, but courtesy of her magic, things were different for now. Mindlessly, he stepped towards her, extending his muzzle and inhaling sharply, curious. Like Laise, Talbot could feel the horrendously different change in his bonded, and almost instantly his hackles were raised. With a growl he scampered after the bigger pup, lips curling back in a rather pathetic display of anger towards the buckskin stranger. Who was she, and what was she doing to their caretakers?
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
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