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Post by `Avvy on Mar 2, 2006 20:31:44 GMT -5
She was no pup, nor did darqened wench have a pumper to break in the first place. Scathing tones were held back, lingering on the very tip of er tongue, and she waited still longer, approving of the name indeed. Begrudgingly, she had to admit that it was a good name, and the colt did do her credit indeed. He was a fine young boy, and she had a feeling he was going to grow up to do great things... no matter what.
Ebony colt did not cower under 'si mothers protective flank at the arrival of the stag, yet stepped out, into full veiw, almost threatiningly, for 'e was indeed 'is fathers son. Taking a few steps forward, 'e snorted, attempting to look dangerous, half succeeding. Indded, if his father had been a feild mouse he would have scared him, but as it was there was no hope in he|| that the foal could possibly scare the brute into submission. Knowing 'e was defeated, Dessy crept forward at a more respectful pace, bowing head low to ground while 'is mother looked on dissaprovingly. One word was passed from small kissers, and in it was the world.
Father.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 3, 2006 12:07:23 GMT -5
[glow=black,8,000] The stag's emotionless scarlet gaze observed 'is foal thoroughly. No expression emitted at 'is single word, naught but a cold, evil look that had haunted Appetite for his whole life. Snort finally emitted, a harsh, cold sound, and a word that held nothing in it, not even spite.
"Harsh Destruction."
'E refused to say 'son', opticals narrowing at the thought. [/glow] ooc:// ARK...extreme writers block.
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Post by Satan's Prize on Mar 3, 2006 13:30:41 GMT -5
Black huntress had stayed quite through this whole ordeal. Calmly waiting for something she wasn't sure what though. Her black orbs kept glancing around her as if waiting for something to come out at her. She still wasn't sure about the land and any predators that might inhabit it. Her black tassels cascaded down her muscular nape. Her attention turned to her lord waiting.
(Bad day for me sorry)[/color]
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 3, 2006 17:17:59 GMT -5
Harsh snorted angrilly at her son, the first she had let live past a day. Moments later, she was beside 'im, furiously pushing 'im behind 'er. That was no way to talk to a murderous stag like the one who had sired him. Father did not become him at all. It sounded too nice, too... loving. Love could not possibly be lavished 'pon this ebon brute of midnight status, this night-hued hellion of death. Hissing vocals were emmitted to defiant colt, orbics shining protectively.
Do not call him father.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 5, 2006 13:53:52 GMT -5
[glow,black,8,000] Nostrils flared, and a hiss escaped 'is zephyrs.
"'E shalt call anyone what he wants,"
Angry nicker was given, softened slightly to what it could have been if Dessy wasn't there. The things that Appetite could have done to the colt's mother at that point were murderous, but the mare's offspring seemed to have saved her. And the stallion was sure she knew.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 5, 2006 19:00:12 GMT -5
Night washed femme hissed moodily, but obeyed, for it was the darq prince she was talknig to, though her son as well. And what was she?? A mere broodmare. For the first time, the severity of her sons shortcomings hit her, and she began to feel utterly depressed, yet also concerned. Would Appetite let her Dessy have the throne??? Who had ever heard of a b.astard darq king, born to a broodmare?? Aqua-marine droplets filled the vixens visionaries, and she turned quickly away from 'im, not wanting to be seen. Speaking with a catch in 'er voice was not 'er favourite pastime, and so one lyric was added to the confusion of the cold night air.
Yes.
Ebon colt shuddered at 'is nickname, and had been about to talk back when 'is mother was silenced by the other. Auds peaked as 'e listened to them converse, and an odd feeling washed o'er 'im that 'e had saved 'is mother from some horrible fate, though exactly what he could not surmise. Shrugging it off, 'e continued to stare at 'is father, a question daring to enter 'is feebly working thinker. For such a young colt, 'twas a large inquiry, one that would affect 'is whole life and more. Daring to pose it, small, slightly squeaky vocals formed a sentence on half-iced tones.
Father... am I to be the Darq Prince? Or just some other herd colt?
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 6, 2006 10:15:47 GMT -5
[glow=black,8,000] The question struck Appetite For Destruction right where it hurt most. What would become of his first son? For if he chose Dessy to become his Heir, wouldn't that make Harsh Awakening his Righteous Queen? Was he ready for that? And then there was the other, Satan's Prize. 'E did not know much of that mare, but she did not hate Appetite at all as much as Harsh. Questions ebbed at his mind, but he threw them away angrily, stamping one dagger.
"We'll see. "
He said harshly, simply. 'E shook his crania furiously. How was he to know mares and offspring could cause such trouble?
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 6, 2006 14:09:02 GMT -5
Harsh smirked, yet a sadness came over her like a million stinging wasps. For she knew she was causing him much distress, yet if he decided that she could not be his Queen, that would make her son a b.astard, and not a Prince. It was a difficult position really, but she put his well-being o'er her own, and so she wantyed her litytle Dessy to succeed more than she cared for her own happiness. Speaking in a much softer tone, she shunned little Des from of the conversation, nodding irritably for him to go play. Vocals were tired, orbics filling with naught respect nor love, yet acceptance of how things were. Tones were tired, and old beyond her years... He is far more than I had hoped for him to be... quite a dashing young fellow indeed, don't you think?[/right] portals filled with motherly pride, and she sighed, for the mare knew that even now she was alive on borrowed tie... for if the brute she worked for became angry with her again, who knew if she'd live to see another day...
He sighed at the words, though hope lingered still in 'is naive portals, and 'e knew that 'is father had not said no. After being shooed away by his mother, 'e went to the other mare 'ed seen there, and spoke to 'er, still sulky o'er being left out of the adult conversation. Mare! What of your cursing?[/left]
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Post by Satan's Prize on Mar 6, 2006 19:45:58 GMT -5
Lifeless gaze feel down upon the young foal. Hoof raised of the earth but settled back down lightly upon the dry land. She snorted lightly as a soft mist smoked from her nostrils. 'Why does this young one need to know my cursing' her head spun with the thought. But then her voice was heard. It was all a mix, harsh and cold but at the same time soft and gentle.
My curse is Satan's Prize
She had a weak spot for young ones but tried not to let it show, showing weakness was for light filth. Quickly after speaking she turned to her lord. Once more her voice range out, this time not holding soft tones just her harsh cold ones.
M'lord I must leave now. Just go explore, join if you wish, or stay here I care not.
Spinning around strong limbs she cantered off. A quick snap of her banner, sounding like the crack of a whip was left hoping to draw his attention away from the other vixen. She had nothing against the other wrench but she wanted power. And the way to get it was to win over Appetite. The black wrench continued off at her slow canter, emptiness lay before her in the large realm.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 7, 2006 10:37:50 GMT -5
[glow=black,8,000] Appetite For Destruction was not a stupid brute. It was clear already what both mares wanted. Harsh Awakening wanted power, success for her son, and Satan's Prize wanted power. It was clear the latter disliked the 'Walking Womb', and wanted strength over her. And in both mare's cases, to gain power they needed to gain the Darq Lord. 'E snorted roughishly, for he did not like what was going on. Or did he? Now he had both mares under his thumb, perhaps he could twist both's wants into breaking down all over again... but for the first time, the brute did not. Already he had lost what miniscule respect Harsh Awakening had had for him, and being too proud to seek it back, he had no wish of making Satan's Prize his enemy also...'twas not love or pride for which Destruction was thinking this, but the simple cause of death. He did not want either mare, or foal to die. It would not matter to him, but Appetite was thankful to having a smallish empire to rule over... And eitherways, he told himself, his Queen would not be one he had chosen for the sake of hurting the other. For under all that melodramatic fury, what the Darq Lord saught was love...not a dreamy, Lyght Princess, but a Queen as dark and daring as him, one who saught loneliness, but would help him achieve his once-in-a-lifetime goal. Kill all Lyghts.
But for now, the stallion did not reply to the mare, simply masquerading a quick once-over into the form of a harmless nod. The foal was rather nice. That was all he could say now..
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 7, 2006 18:10:25 GMT -5
She snorted disagreeably, for she had been hoping to get some kind of action out of him... assurance, perhaps, that Dessy was indeed a fine colt, and she was not just blinded by a mother's pride. Turning from him, yet protecting her flankis as much as possible, she spoke again, slightly agitated that he had not bothered to answer her, except for a nod. Vocals flew more coldly than intended.
Fine. Don't talk with me then.
she started to walk a bit away, as best she could while keeping an aud peaked warily for her lord... for if he were to decide another foal was wanted in the herd, she knew she again would not be spared...
ebon colt stood and watched the femme go, smirking slightly as 'e watched her. She seemed kind enough, the slightly cold. He could fix thast. The mini-stag knew he was a natural born charmer, and 'e intended to use 'is charming ways to 'is advantage... 'is mother had already told him that femmes love feeling powerful, even if they truly were not. Speaking after 'er, 'e did not pursue her just yet, instead waiting to see what would happen...
See yah around, then.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 9, 2006 12:53:18 GMT -5
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The Darq Lord smirked as the mare stormed off. A sensitive one, to say the very least... in fact, for a second there the mare's actions seemed to remind him of a filly. A high-headed, stubborn filly..
"Yes. Explore for now, Destruction."
He replied, an amount of respect in the words. For he did not use the foal's nickname...it seemed wrong for a Darq, the son of the cruellest horse alive, to be called Dessy. Not yet..
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 11, 2006 9:48:42 GMT -5
She stubbornly refused to call her son anything but Dessy; it was how she knew him, and to call him anything else would be like changing 'is scent. Ahh, his scent. Mingled with his own, unique brand, was her own and Appetite's, and she breathed deeply, for he did smell like something one would be scared of later in life... good. He should have no trouble, then, getting what he wanted... She stopped a bit away from him, back still turned, to graze slowly and carefully, thinking of the time she'd spent with the lord.. to be fair, he had not treated her badly, or at least not after she had carried Dessy. Perhaps she could befriend her lord after all.... but no. Shaking 'er terrible head, she snorted, and spoke in angry, slightly sad, tones to herself...
It shall never be. Dessy nodded to 'im, respect permanently placed in 'is mind for 'is father, no matter what 'is mother thought of it. The young colt felt a certain likeness with his father, and hoped he was not the only one who also got the sudden urge to destroy every now and then. Trotting off into the shadows that surrounded, 'e spotted a small quail and, with a fluid motion of snapping ivories, killed the bird, relishing its desparing peeps.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 11, 2006 10:14:49 GMT -5
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Cursed listeners swivelled at the murmur which the mare had emitted. It shall never be... it did not take an idiot to realise what that was all about. The Darq Lord smirked in satisfaction, auds now tuning into the harsh death cry of a bird. He did not turn, to realise it was his son, but the sound gave 'im pleasure.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 11, 2006 10:29:51 GMT -5
ooc: im not gonna post for harsh just yet, but dessy.. ill post for him XD
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