Myrah
Ooc:// Since Myrah isn't totally evil and sort of neutral, Im going to have her doppleganger appear as what she could be if she continued down a dark path. :) //
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It had only been a few days in the herd land and already Myrah was lost, Helovia was as unfamiliar to her as the day she had been born... it was no wonder that the mare would find herself wandering past the borders of the lands, and... well the result was pretty clear. She had absolutely no clue where she was, or how she had managed to become turned around. Trying to retrace her steps had ended in failure and unlike being an outcast, she couldn't just keep wandering in different directions.
Groaning, her hooves slithered along a mountain path, her thoughts transfixed upon the thought that just maybe she could spot her new home from the top of this particular mountain. Well, that was until the fog rolled in.
It was thick, thick enough to slice with her dual horns, or a slash from her cloven hoof... but it was also thick enough to where it didn't matter if she did or not. Here and there she felt a shift in herself, her personality becoming that which she was not... it scared her, made her feel like something was being torn from her. Here and there a shadow seemed to pass through the fog, the sound of a hoof falling behind her. Startled, she would move faster, lion tail slashing in agitation. When she called out, the being didn't answer. Rather it just disappeared into the fog.
"Just a deer Myrah..." she spoke once again softly to herself, though she wasn't totally convinced of that either.
Abruptly the fog broke and the path ended, opening up to a field of sweet grass and various flora. Like a rainbow pendant spanning out before her to relax her sore muscles on. Lately she had been pushing herself too far and for too long, and it was catching up with her fast.
The one thing that loomed in the field was a half crazed looking grullo, quite oddly just like herself... Like a twin in fact! "Um where are we?" she asked, more desperate to find her way home rather than put up a front.
The mare snorted, tossed her head, and charged. It was so abrupt that Myrah barely had time to skitter back. Barely a thread of confusion had slipped through her thoughts before the heavy thump of cloven hooves were bashing into her shoulder. "YOU ARE IMPURE!" the unicorn screeched through clenched teeth. Myrah tried to skitter further out of the way as an onslaught of hooves flashed at her once more in an incredible buck.
"Who are you to say I am impure?!?" She shot back as she slid out of the way to face the angered mare.
"I am You, you are me, we are one... but you... You don't care if the Pegasi and Equines run this world!" the doppleganger spat. "Therefor you are IMPURE, and must be removed so I exist!" Myrah barely had a chance to respond as the mare fell forward into another charge, feinting to the side, she was too caught up in the mare's words to see the bite landing on her flanks.
Usually Myrah could fight, but she was so startled and fatigued, that all she could do was dodge and look for an opening. Hopefully, hopefully someone would come to help!
"Myrah Speaks"
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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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06-02-2013, 04:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-03-2013, 05:55 AM by Africa.)
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Look down
The ground below is crumbling
Look up
The stars are all exploding
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Through thin, icy cold air the Pegasus with crimson streaks in her otherwise ink black tail descended- red to expose a snippet of a bitter character thirsty for the bloodshed of another. Her nose was screwed derisively, naturally, and it was a sanctimonious, pale golden gaze which shed her dissatisfaction across the unsuspecting world below- wherever that was. Africa had found little rest since waking in this irritatingly unfamiliar land, and fatigue frayed her already impatient, thinning nerves. She was busy, and this waste of time game was growing old fast.
A vast mountain range crawled below, and she looked indifferently down across the sharp, jagged peaks which were cloaked in shimmery white snow- fresh, she presumed and entirely out of season given that her country was currently gripped by one of the hottest summer months on record. “Absurd...” She spat spitefully into the brisk, rushing wind and simultaneously her outstretched, sinewy stockinged forelegs struck cloud. She always preferred to travel in obscurity, unseen by those fools she prayed so maliciously upon. Africa was quiet, cunning and her thoughts were sharp.
Dipping the bony forearms of her great feathered wings, the young horse swooped reasonably to sink beneath the still blanket of gloom; of bleak gray mist, pregnant with frost and new snow. There she smirked with simmering satisfaction, and lowered her face to peer a little more curiously at the now opaque range below. The cold was a treat to be appreciated given that the season’s aridity had been so trying and brutal, just yesterday.
Suddenly, the clattering of hooves and the shrill ring of unchecked voices peeled around her, bouncing wildly between the stark, stony mountain walls. Immediately Africa’s black tipped ears pricked with intrigue and automatically, her slim, fit body angled downwards, slipping through the swirling currents of air to find the source of the ruckus. It did not take her long with the advantage of her ‘bird’s-eye’ perspective...
"I am You, you are me, we are one... but you... You don't care if the Pegasi and Equines run this world!" Came the more hostile of the two extremely similar voices again- "Therefore you are IMPURE, and must be removed so I exist!" The young grey snorted scornfully at the ignorant spill of imprudent words, and spotted the twins quickly through a critical, accusatory glare. She landed with effortless grace, almost floating across the waiting hang of her long legs, before propping her weight delicately and equally atop them, finally on the ground.
“You!” Africa slithered forward angrily, and poised for affect before the aggressive twin with up-stretched wings and flared feathers- naturally and appropriately, her ears were pinned backwards, lost beneath the wild tangle of her thick long mane. “Shut up or by the Gods I will spill your grizzly blood all over this mountainside.” Her hiss was as challenging as it was provocative, and she lifted into a fearless half-rear to affirm her purpose.
[edited: ooc- this is her doppel :D]
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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Table Header credits go to baylee.
Pegasus icon lineart credits go to Tamme.
I believed in your confusion
The tall, slender dark man followed a well traveled path, his steady legs pushing him forward in his trek. He wasn’t lost, nay just exploring this new world. Since his arrival in the Basin he had this insatiable urge to explore and see exactly what this world had to offer him. This is the exact reason why he should be thrown into the paths of Myrah and Africa.
He could hear the commotion linger before his lilac eyes could make out any details. This eerie fog swirled around him and there was no denying that it made him uncomfortable, it held none of the security he felt when swallowed in shadows. There was something very off about this particular fog. He snorted softly, as his long obsidian horn cut through the veil. Finally he had come onto the scene and for the first time the fall man dressed in funeral black could lay his eerie eyes on the forms of Myrah just as she avoided her twin’s charge. His eyes moved to the Pegasus, who was challenging this dark twin.
The stallion made no motion to intervene as of yet, instead he stepped toward the Basin mare catching her scent but oddly enough, he caught nothing from her vile twin. “Well this is interesting.” The slender stallion said quietly enough for Myrah to hear. As a Basin member himself, he hoped she would see him as an ally. “Your twin, has no scent.” He said, as his lilac eyes turned to the twin, assessing. Surely it, whatever it was, would think better with these new odds, three against one.
you were so completely torn
Myrah
Ooc://Wow these first couple of posts suck -.-... But Im too tired to re-write this before posting.
Also: This doesn't really need to be in the battle ground, its not a fight over 'who will win' I intend for the dopple-ganger to lose by one of the horses here lolz. Just to make that clear. (Changed font so it can now be seen without straining the eyes!)//
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The mare gasped as the bite landed, grazing her flanks to leave a bloody trail of torn flesh behind. Travel worn hooves clattered to the ground as she bit back a screech of pain dying to rip free of her heavy lungs. Her hind legs flung out behind her, slamming into the breast of her assailant and buying enough time to launch across the field.
Pulling up short, she turned to confront the mare, to fight for her life... the sound of wings brought her auds snapping to attention, gaze latching on to the pegasi as she made her grand entrance. Her arrival was bitter sweet, for the memory of Irrydae's serpent tongue and the stallion that had nearly took her life briefly slipped through her mind.
The Pegasi was furious, and directing her fire towards the dopple-ganger. Leading Myrah to believe that she had heard the racist slur.
"You are nothing but a contamination to this realm, a parasite, feeding off the lands that are rightfully ours. You are a plague that threatens to take out the Pure. Your kind deserve to be annihilated, crushed by our hooves. Your bodies burned and desecrated, disgusting filth your words aren't worthy of my ears!" the unicorn seethed, eyes flashing in anger. "Take note twin, this is what you should be doing to the impure!" The tri toned mare circled, eyes like steel...
A voice spoke quietly from beside her, causing the mare to nearly leap out of her own skin. Before she could respond, his words came again, almost a whisper upon the wind. "I haven't really had time to take a whiff." she snorted, her muscles tensing. Turning her eyes upon him, she noted his horn first, before actually taking in his scent... The Basin.... "After this all blows over can you direct me towards the Basin?" she asked, even though it was slightly out of context. A screech brought her attention back toward her supposed twin.
The mare was charging forward, daggers slicing, churning the ground, pulling her closer and closer to the Pegasus. In moments they would connect...
"Myrah Speaks"
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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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06-05-2013, 06:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2013, 06:42 AM by Africa.)
Look down
The ground below is crumbling
Look up
The stars are all exploding
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"You are nothing but a contamination to this realm, a parasite...” came the obnoxious tone and barrage of chauvinistic tripe again. The angry creature whose appearance seemed confused with a goat, was circling Africa, rage seething through every ripple in that sinewy, arrogant corpse. Quite unmoved by her foe’s foul attitude and confused tongue, the grey’s caramel eyes followed her game with flippant coldness. She sneered, curling her top lip while straining her ears backwards, asserting herself and shedding naught but graceful confidence.
“Well now... ” Africa began, lifting her pale complexion high so that she might peer downwards at the other, reigning superiority as she should. “Fool you are mistaken, the northern chill has frozen the last cells in your brain. ” Africa smiled with mock compassion, narrowing her glare as though to demonstrate a mild form of heartfelt sorrow. Still the other paced, and when the Pegasus’s neck could twist upon her shoulders no longer to track, she stepped forward mimicking the horned mare’s pattern.
“My blood is pure, my kind supreme. We are no mish-mash of unwanted body pieces like you. ” Africa gestured sharply towards the strange solid tail trailing the other’s rear- across which full flowing hair such as her own luxurious locks, had forgotten to grow, save for a few sporadic sprouts; she snarled then, looking cynically at the cloven toes beneath, grazing the gravelly loam. Still clinging to the same point, she scoffed and stretched her large, glossy wings upwards, spreading each delicate feather to showcase her undeniable splendour- “You are nothing more than scraps sewn together” A bitter laugh peeled through the little slip of land, resonating with wild ridicule off the cold stone walls surrounding. “Scraps!” She reiterated lifting her face to laugh into the frosty breeze, perhaps far more amused with herself than the snipe demanded.
Suddenly the furious look-a-like swung in to charge forward at Africa. Unafraid and larger than her assailant Africa turned in also and braced, flexing her well strapped legs accordingly to prepare for whatever move this clown presented.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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