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[OPEN] [FINISHED] Search for seas of GOLD

Cierra Posts: N/A
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The midnight sky, cloaked by black clouds high above, showed nothing but a black slate. No stars danced in the air, providing their twinkling light as they usually did. Orangemoon was finally here. The air was cold and inviting compared to that of the Throat; it had been far to dry and hot there for her liking during Tallsun, even if it was only for a short while.

A short mare with a tan stained hide stood in the darkness, listening to the relaxing rush of the near by river. Long black wings folded neatly against her sides, each black feather quivered with the sharp bite of each cold breeze. Her hazel eyes stared at the purple tainted earth, making out the rough shapes of her surroundings. The black pits of her tri-colored eyes had finally adjusted, seeing very little past the swaying plants.

Cautiously, the Mustang wandered forward, her cloven hooves sinking into the saturated ground. She neared the moving water with black tipped ears pushed forward, listening carefully for the suddenness of water. "Damn it," The mare whispered under her breath, "Can't see shit." Her voice was hard and raspy, but still feminine.

The ground quickly became deeper and colder, creating suctioning sounds with each light step. The feeling of the mud and foliage sucking over her limbs was not only irritating and chilly, but it sent a pang of panic through her chest with each uneasy step. The mare lifted her head, her thick black forelock following the trail of the breeze, wrapping itself around her ears and flowing back into her mane. Hazel eyes looked around uneasily as her body slowly sunk into the earth - or maybe she was just scaring herself so much she was imagining it?

The mare began to back pedal nervously, her tail arching like that of an Arabians'. Why the mud was making her so nervous she was not sure. All that she knew was that she did not like it. The elders of her past herd told her of so many stories of misshapen creatures lurking in unknown places and coming at you when you least expected it. These rumors had completely frazzled her brain, especially in the pale darkness that coated the grassy plain.

Cierra stood on her back haunches into a small rear, spinning her slender body until she faced -where she was sure was- where she came from before hand. Where had that been? She wasn't even sure. She had wandered away from the heat of the Throat, leaving it behind momentarily, only to find herself lost and stirring up her dark imagination. The ground became solid once again under her cloven, elk like hooves within a few long strides. Mud clogged the divots of each spread hoof, falling out gradually as each foot hit the hard ground.

Status; Open to all
Ooc; Do what you will with this post, she needs all kind of interaction. <3
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Roland Posts: 230
Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Glo
#2



Orangemoon brought with it clear, dark skies and cool air, and even in the more southern areas of Helovia the heat was beginning to wane as darkness swallowed the day. The ground underfoot was damp and slippery from a recent rain, the scent of it thick and pleasant in the night air. A golden stallion wound through the trees that bordered the Thistle Meadow, listening to the rush of wind through the brittle grasses and drinking in the scent of wildflowers that lingered on the cool breeze.

The distant trickle of cool water met the Phantom’s ears and he gravitated towards it, drawn from the shelter of the trees and out into the open. Faint moonlight cascaded across his hide, lending a silver sheen to his gilded skin. He had been wandering for some time now, growing accustomed to the strange land he had found himself in all of a sudden. He strode through the night like a dangerous shadow, moving without sound across the rolling meadow until his cloven hooves met the stream’s bank. A cool, autumn wind brushed through his hair as he looked down at his reflection in the bubbling water. Cold blue eyes stared back at him, but where the real Roland might have admired his reflection, his doppelganger looked upon his own image with disdain and indifference.

He lowered his head to drink, lips barely brushing the surface of the water before he heard footsteps squelching against the soft ground downstream. The sound of an approaching creature made him pause, head tilting to peer through the darkness. Shadows danced before his eyes, the pale moon now hidden beneath a thick blanket of clouds, and his poor sight seemed to be simply taunting him. Obscure shapes moved in his vision but remained indefinable, and Roland watched with growing impatience until it became too much to bear. Turning on his haunches he set off down the bank, tail twitching against his hocks as he searched for the carrier of wisdom denied.

The stallion’s lips twisted into something akin to dark amusement as his eyes finally settled upon the form of a small mare struggling through the mud. Her hooves sunk deeper into the earth with every movement, shadowy wings held aloft as she tried to escape the soil’s grasp. Roland didn’t bat an eye in sympathy; this was a Pegasus, after all. He watched with a sadistic smirk, looking down at her with icy, lidded eyes. “Stuck are we?” His voice was taunting and quiet, barely heard over the noise of her thrashing about.

He moved closer, slender limbs choosing their footing carefully lest he slip into the mire with her. She reared up before him, twisting on her heels and finally managing to wrench herself from the silt. The Phantom flinched away as mud spattered his hide, lip curling as the young mare landed upon firm ground. “Couldn’t you have flown out? You have wings, don’t you? Though I suppose in moments of panic one doesn’t necessarily think logically…” he remarked dryly, eyeing her feathery appendages with a dangerous glare. “If you don’t put them to good use you mustn’t need them, hm? So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you a hand there and, say, cut them off?” His horn caught the glint of broken moonlight, flashing dangerously like a mercenary’s blade as he spoke.

(Not my greatest post, sorry <3)


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Cierra Posts: N/A
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The chestnut stallion approached the gangly, muddy mare just as she had began to break free from the boggy earth. The whites of her bright eyes shown from the edges, bloodshot in the corners. The male mocked her, his voice felt like ice in her viens. Cierra ignored him, though her heart began to race.

Once her feet were freed, the male mocked her, suggesting that she could have flown out of the muddy trap. Her long black tail, now slightly matted with mud, ripped back and forth angrily. Who was he to be mocking her? "What the fuck do you want?" She wasn't planning on answering any of his questions. What did he know about flying? The only thing that flying every did for her was make her vulnerable, and make her cold. Neither choice sounded very fun to the golden mare.

She wanted to tremble at the sight of the dagger that pierced the forehead of the stallion, but she stayed in place, her muscles clenched tightly. Cut.. cut what? Her wings off? Her heart nearly stopped. The gruesome thought of the bloody mess both sent another shot of terror and adrenaline through her veins.

The large black feathered wings folded to her body tightly and her dark tipped ears flicked back hard. Cierra turned her body to face the unnamed male, her right hoof taking a certain step toward him. "Get away from me," her voice was sharp and hard, slicing through the small gap between her top and bottom jaw as she spoke. The ivory rows of teeth gleamed with saliva in her hot mouth.

Status; Open, Roland
Ooc; Haha, it's alright. It took me a while to write this horrid post, xD
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Roland Posts: 230
Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Glo
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The dangerous smile Roland wore on his lips broadened as he took in the look of surprise in Cierra's eyes. His gaze drifted down to the splashes of mud that stained her slender legs up to the knees, spraying across her chest as a result of her struggles. He grimaced at her disorderly image, cocking his head in harsh scrutiny as he met her eyes once more. Her efforts were clearly doing little to remedy her predicament, not to mention the mud gave her a less than appealing appearance; though she was ugly enough as it was, what with those wings on her sides.

Her voice held some notes of bravery as venomous words were spoken, and he found great amusement in the harsh tone she directed at him. He tsked, a frown creasing his forehead. "It's not proper for a lady to use such vulgar words,” he chastised, tipping his head with an evil smirk, taking a few steps closer over what little dry ground lay in the space between them. "If you make many more poor choices, you just might find yourself paying the price."

Roland grinned wickedly at his own words, settling onto his haunches and shaking his tangled forelock out of his eyes. "I'm just trying to rid the world of another Pegasus, and you see, you're quite the sitting duck." There was no compassion in his heart, no part of him that wondered even for a moment what the younger mare might have felt in reaction to his words. He didn't care if she felt pain or fear; all he wanted to do was have a little fun.

Cierra folded her wings to her sides, black and molding into the darkness that surrounded them. Roland cast yet another disapproving glance at the inky mass of feathers, his jaw tightening. Lucky for Cierra he wasn't an overly violent creature, and so he only entertained vile thoughts and eyed her with lips curled in disgust, but made no move to harm her. He would though, if she gave him an excuse to spill her tainted blood across the lush meadow. It would be a satisfying twist to his night, for he had seen very little of interest in this new land, whatever it was called.

His eyes flicked back to her face lazily, finding humour in the rage that played across her slender features. Did he hear an intonation of threat in her voice? “Or what? Are you going to try and chase me off?” He asked tauntingly, eyebrows arched in disbelief. He stepped closer to her, close enough to reach out and touch her cheek, but he held himself in such a way that one might think he was standing beside a rotting corpse. Her discomfort was endearing, in an odd sort of way. “I’m terrified,” he murmured, giving her a look that clearly communicated he was anything but.

(So sorry for the long wait <3)


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Cierra Posts: N/A
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The brute eyed her body, bringing his attention up to her face once again as she spoke. Lady like? Cierra scoffed, flaring her dark nostrils at the word, lady. She was far from. The red flecked dun closed what space there was lingering between the pair, livening the already some what speedy pace of her heart. What was she supposed to do now? She surely wasn't stepping back from this son of a bitch. The words slipped from the uninvited stallion's mouth, having a tone that was so unmistakably sinister.

"I said get the fuck away from me!" Her ears rose from her thick mane, but still flicked back in anger. She stamped her dark cloven hoof on the soft terrain, leaving only a soft thud; so completely not threatening sounding like she had hoped for. The unnamed brute was far too close, the needle-like end of the bone emerging from his forehead starting to intimidate the young mare.

His head, bowed back in a curious way, was further back from her body than his chest. The awkward position was not very threatening, though she supposed that if he were wanted to rear up and strike at her for some reason, he'd easily be able to. The thought of latching onto his exposed throat ran through her irate mind. This wouldn't be the smarted decision she decided after a little thought.

Roland's words were so obviously sarcastic that it kindled the dancing flame in her belly. The mare squealed and rose onto her back legs only a couple of feet from the soft ground, striking out with her front limbs as a warning, but not actually intending to hit the stallion. Her body was pulled back down by gravity and she took a step back, her nostrils flared again with long breaths.

Though her brain searched for a clever come back, she was completely stumped and had no intention of making a complete fool of herself. She was already in a bad enough situation. Her dark tail lashed back and forth steadily, chunks of mud flying off every once in a while and landing on the padded ground silently.

Status; Open, Roland
Ooc; I just had a good idea! Since these two obviously don't get along, we should make the real Roland and Cierra meet one time. She'd be all confused, haha. :)
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Roland Posts: 230
Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Glo
#6



Roland fought the urge to roll his eyes at Cierra’s brazen words, watching as the younger mare fumed before him. If she’d had any sense in her small bird brain she would have run off by now and saved her hide, yet she remained. The dun wasn’t sure if it was stupidity or stubbornness that made her hold her ground when a knife was waved before her throat, but he assumed it could be a mix of both. He smirked at her words, eyebrows raised as the Pegasus stomped her foot against the soft, muddy ground, as if that would do anything to perturb him.

Oh, but I’m enjoying this far too much to leave now,” he responded in a silky voice, though his words were laced with venom. His dark intent was clear in his glassy eyes, gazing at Cierra with a look of disgust. Her bravery was annoying him. He had no intentions of wandering off when there was another hornless to push around, and she was the perfect target, if not a little too headstrong for his tastes. She would buckle soon enough, and he would enjoy every second of it.

He was caught off guard when she suddenly reared up, squealing into the dark night. Roland just managed to jerk away as her forelegs lashed out at him, contacting nothing but the empty air. Was she stupid, striking out at him when he appeared to have the upper hand? He felt the force put behind the movement as her hooves flashed before his face, an unspoken warning; but he chose to ignore the message. There was a wild look in the stallion’s eyes when he looked back at the mare, nostrils flared.

Cierra landed on all fours once again and took a step back, breathing heavily as if the movement had taken all her strength. Roland simply gazed at her, expressionless, though in his mind a tempest had blossomed. She had given him incentive enough to retaliate, and he didn’t plan on telling her off with a few simple, kind words. He would hear her cries of anguish before the night was over. “I have a better idea,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, jaw working as he moved a step closer to her. “Why don’t you get the fuck away from me?

Roland bowed his head and leaped forwards, aiming for the joint of her right wing where feathers met the skin of her shoulder. She hadn’t exactly taken him up on his offer to remove her wings, but he intended to do her the favour all the same. If she was lucky she could dance away from his sudden attack and miss the blade altogether, but if he was to catch her skin the wound inflicted would be deadly. His mouth practically watered at the prospect of spilling her blood, a devilish grin broadening across his golden features as he lunged towards her.

(I’d love to have them meet! Roland would feel horrible.)


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Cierra Posts: N/A
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Not so much as a flinch came from the dark stallion, only the movement of his wicked face to a dull, irritated expretion. Oh my god, what was it going to take to get this son of a bitch out of her face? A cold lump crawled up her dry throat, leaving a disturbing chill to breathe over her skin. His eyes left a cold, blank slated stare that frightened her far too much.

The golden mare felt her chest tighten at the sinister words that slithered from his tightly clenched jaws. The fire in his angry eyes bored into her. Cierra's heart raced watching his head bow like a huge snake. The whites of her eyes showed in the corners and she stepped back just as the solid bone that pierced his skull slid past her slender frame. The suddenness of the attack both surprised her and pissed her off.

Black wings unfurled, leaving a large shadow casting over the pair. The small, young mare launched forward, throwing her back feet out as she did so. Who knew, maybe she'd hit him? If not, she didn't mind. Her wings pulsed up and down as she jumped into the sky, the air circulating around under her extensions. Black feathers beat the air violently, lifting her golden body into the dark air, just out of reach of the brute.

The sky was cold and some what damp; dark clouds beginning to roll over head. The stars that were twinkling randomly through out the sky disappeared as well. The air now hung at a stale, dull black. Wind circled around her, ruffling her dark mane. Hazel eyes watched the wicked brute below, her focus maintaining itself on him intensely.

Status; Open, Roland
Ooc; Yay, :3
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Roland Posts: 230
Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Glo
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The blade upon Roland’s head sliced through nothing but empty air, missing Cierra entirely as his momentum propelled him forwards and past her. How had she managed to evade him so suddenly? He bit back a grunt of irritation as the smaller mare threw her weight onto her forehand and kicked out at him, wings thrown wide. Her hoof scraped the skin of his ribcage, but did no harm otherwise. He wheeled around, hooves sliding across the damp grass as he cast the mare a look of pure venom.

Black feathers beat the air frantically, blending into the darkness of night so the only thing that told of their presence was the sound of wind and what could be compared to the rustling of fabric. Cierra had lifted from the ground before Roland had the chance to retaliate, though he took a step forwards as she launched herself into the night sky. He stood below her and tilted his head, looking up at her with a sharp glare even as a menacing smile grew on his lips.

You can’t hide up there forever, little dove!” He called out tauntingly, tail lashing at his heels like a cat’s. He watched her for a moment, hovering like a timid insect and looking back down at him with an intense stare, though her face was very much shrouded in the darkness. Roland clenched his jaw and let his head drop, eyes raking the darkness as his gaze swept across the field and to the forest’s edge. He wasn’t interested in playing games with her, and there were probably others lurking about who would provide him with a more fruitful chase.

Rolling his shoulders, he cast another dark glance up at the Pegasi and twisted his mouth into a bitter line, as if he’d accidentally eaten a sour dandelion or other, equally unappetizing weed. “Looks like you’ve got the upper hand this time, but if we meet again you won’t get away so easily,” he warned, leering up at her. He never took to losing kindly, especially if he lost to a hornless. Curling his lip, he cast Cierra one last glance and turned on his haunches, making his way towards the forest. His interest in her had waned, for he didn’t feel like chasing around an airborne abomination late into the night when he had better things to do, and a new world to terrorize- er, explore.


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