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Post by Ranger on Jun 29, 2011 7:31:09 GMT -5
This is for the godless and vilified
This is for the faithless soul
The last of human kind
This is for gutless and terrified
The end of the human race
To conquer and divide
We laugh, oh we laugh
The Alchemist was about again, after the death of his lovely Yooralla, the death of the one creature he had wanted above all and had never made his.. The thought made him crippled with anger, his cruelty growing by the day, by the hour, even. He was not afraid of any beast, despite his pitiful appearance. The skin sagged off his bones horribly, shoulder blades sticking out like knives. He was an ugly beast, slab shouldered, blunt headed.. but quick as a fox and just as sly.
He'd never been tricked in his life, but had always been outdone with strength. No mare came near him - he was too horrid, too ugly, too.. strange. The Alchemist knew this, knew it and scoffed at their shallow ways - he may have been strange, but he was smarter than any other creature on the earth he walked upon - any other beast. His milky blue eyes crept to stare into the rivers depths, watching all manner of things being swept through the murky brown waters. He stood right upon the edge, occasionally feeling the spray of the Mitchells waters when the current gave an exceptional push.
No, he was unlike any horse, but that was the way he liked it.
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Post by crazyforhorses on Jul 11, 2011 11:08:08 GMT -5
The blue roan mare had left that stupid place called the army stables with all the pathetic humans. After a year of being with them she got tired of their games and when she was sent out to bring a stallion back she never returned. Besides there was nothing there for her. She got tired of the games she played on them and the stallion that she had showed interest in had disappeared so it was time for her to move on.
Taking a drink from the river the mustang vixen looked up sensing a presence. Looking around she caught sight of a strange looking stallion. Laughing she easily cantered up to him. The stallion seemed old but appearances were deceptive as she knew well. Most thought her a push over but she wasn't. The brute had to have some sort of sense about him since he was still living and in this condition. Curiosity was pricked so she figured she's speak first. He was unique and she liked it. His different appearance did not scare her. Instead her twisted mind liked it. Now, who do we have here? A stallion all alone and in a weakened state? Not really a smart move I must say. I am Saphira. Who are you? she asked her lyrics filled with ice. Kindness was never shown, she even killed her mate when she tired of him. But she then again the brute was weak.
The stallion before her may not be strong but his eyes gave him away as being a sly fox. Yes, getting to know this brute would be worth her time. Besides that's all she had was time. No scent of a mare could be traced on him and this she liked more. That way she could have a conversation with him before she did anything. Sunlight glistened on the water and only made her look more stunning as her coat glistened from being richly fed and then roaming onto her home turf with the best grass that few horses knew of. The stallion's appearance only looked more grotesque but what did appearances matter. When Saphira got curious she would get answers.
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Post by Ranger on Jul 14, 2011 3:15:49 GMT -5
This is for the godless and vilified
This is for the faithless soul
The last of human kind
This is for gutless and terrified
The end of the human race
To conquer and divide
We laugh, oh we laugh
Oh so company was indeed roaming about the earth around him.. and peculiar company too - in the sense that she would be curious enough to approach such a lonesome and dreadful looking soul. He paid no mind to her when she approached however, only looked into the river, watching it glisten in the sunlight as it moved. She spoke then, arrogance in her voice and cruelty, too. His attention still remained on the river, despite the questions she asked him. He would prefer to remain alone - especially when the creature that wanted his attention was a bossy, beastly mare who wanted nothing more than to prove to him how amazing she thought herself. He said nothing, just smirked.
He may have been in horrid physical condition, but his mind was working far better than hers was - this he knew just by giving her the one over. Still, the silence reigned. Most beasts would have been getting uncomfortable.. but then, she was unlike most. His milky eyes slid to her, noticing but not appreciating the way the water reflected and sparkled on her coat. His ears flicked, as if irritated by a fly, though there were none to be seen. Finally, his weather worn muzzle opened to release the raspy tones of his voice.
"You're going to have to do much better than that, love"
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Post by crazyforhorses on Jul 14, 2011 16:12:13 GMT -5
Saphira stood waiting for a response. She could tell he was not interested and frankly she didn't care. But it was unusual for one to not show interest in her. So she began to circle the stallion just to look him over. When the fae returned to her originaly spot she stood her eyes watching him and watching his every move. She would not underestimate him for a second. Too many found themselves seriously hurt or dead because of that very reason.
Irritation was starting to form in her when the stallion would not speak back to her. Before she got the chance to speak again the brute spoke. Smirking she merely laughed. So she'd have to work at getting a response from him. Perhaps a little teasing would do the trick. The mare was not afraid of what stood before her but she wouldn't be stupid about it either. Is that so? Well that can be arranged. she said arrogance out of her voice and vocals becoming sweet. She would figure this stallion out. It seems that you are alone for obvious reasons but you are not stupid so why should you be alone? A mare shouldn't base looks and power as security alone. A stallion with wit and brains is quite as powerful if not more powerful than a stallion with no brain and only pure muscle power. she said hoping to get a response.
Lyrics weren't filled with ice any longer. Something about the stallion appealed to her and she wondered what it could be. He certainly had wits about him to survive this long and that made him all the more mysterious. But if he kept his distance she'd merely stand by and not say a word until his curiosity was pricked.
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Post by Ranger on Jul 15, 2011 0:55:43 GMT -5
This is for the godless and vilified
This is for the faithless soul
The last of human kind
This is for gutless and terrified
The end of the human race
To conquer and divide
We laugh, oh we laugh
Perhaps she was not as.. ordinary as he had first thought her to be. Her words about mental and physical strength did strike a chord in the Alchemists withered heart - not a strong one, for emotion had been seemingly lost when Yooralla had died. An obsession never satisfied. He doubted such a thing would happen again, no mare could take as much attention as Yooralla had. He did turn his head this time, ears moving slowly toward the mare as he pondered how wise her statement was. His lips pursed a little, a small curve at the edge of his lips the only indication that he was interested in the conversation.
He gave a response, knowing that this was what she wanted - and he did for some reason, want to give her what she wanted. "Ah but not so many mares look so deep as you. They want children that are pretty and strong, so they may feel proud of their aesthetics.. it is not often a mare will look past that." He fell silent once more, eyes remaining on the young mare before him. She didn't look a thing like Yooralla, and she didn't act like her either. However, she had one thing in common with the dead mare - both had caught the Alchemists attention.
Yooralla had been a childhood love, one that had never come to blossom for her. The Alchemist had been obsessed with her his whole life.. and now, now she was gone. The thought made his lip curl with jealousy. Zephyr had been her lover, and nobody else. Zephyr, the strong, the handsome, the wise. What mare would look at Alchemist when Zephyr was around? His attention returned, thankfully, to Saphira.
"I am the Alchemist"
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Post by crazyforhorses on Jul 15, 2011 4:59:47 GMT -5
The blue roan fox watched noticing the stallion turn his head and his lips curve just slightly. Most wouldn't have picked up on such a slight thing but Saphira wasn't one to ignore subtle signs. So she had hit a nerve and gotten his attention. It was wit that he wanted and not someone bossy. That was easily managed for her when the need for it called. She would get her answers and then be on her way eventually. But this stag was quite peculiar and she wouldn't walk away just yet.
When the stud spoke she couldn't help but laugh. He was right in every aspect but it was how most mares thought processes went that made her laugh. Know that I do not laugh at you but merely at what you say and how true it is. I must say that any mare who wants a purely decent looking foal means nothing if it is born without brain and cleverness. Strength and looks alone can only take one so far. If you have the two and have no brain how would you survive, especially if one to wind up in a fight? Also, there is no way one could truly win true power if they didn't have the wit to keep a herd safe, produce quality foals, looks and strength aside, and manage the herd. Looks only get you so much just as strength does. One has more strength if wise and clever. Physically no, but to play with one's mind is the fun part and that is where one wins completely. she stated smirking at just how shallow one could be.
Honestly that would explain why the lights and neutrals fail to protect their herds. They may have strength on their side but they had no wit about them and therefore many fall prey to the darks who may not always be the best looking or strongest. Lost in thought momentarily, the mare came about when the creature spoke again. This time he gave his name. Saphira dipped her head. It is a worthy name to have considering you are quite intelligent. It's nice to know someone knows how to really do things right. fae spoke politely with a slight bit of respect.
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Post by Ranger on Jul 26, 2011 11:50:25 GMT -5
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the A L C H E M I S T
How... charming. She did indeed catch his line of thought, and spoke exactly how he might of if he spoke much at all.. though he doubted he would find it so amusing. He rarely found anything amusing these days. The brains of the simpler beasts of the land failed to amuse him anymore, it was just a fact that he was of higher intelligence and therefore, an outcast. It mattered not that he could have solved their problems for them, he was different, so cast out. He didn't mind, he preferred it that way.
The thin grey stud watched the mare, taking in her blue coat and eyes alive with the enthusiasm of speaking down upon the lesser beasts of their world. His lip curled again, just that small inch of a smile. He rather liked that enthusiasm - even if it was a bit brash for his liking. As she fell silent the Alchemist noticed, with suprise, the tone of respect in her voice. His eyes gave nothing away, but he searched hers for any sort of teasing.. it was not often he gained respect from anyone. He turned slightly more toward Saphira, standing taller than her, though he was much thinner.
"You, my dear, are a curious case of the younger generation. Quite bright. Your brain is sharp.." he paused, eyes on hers, examining. Impressive.. very impressive. He had taken a fondness, and she had only been with him for under ten minutes.. very impressive indeed.
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Post by crazyforhorses on Jul 26, 2011 12:28:16 GMT -5
Saphira noticed how the gray stallion looked over at her and yet there was nothing in his eyes. The Alchemist was definitely sly as to hiding what he was thinking. It seemed to her that being respectful to him had gained his attention and not being bossy and arrogant. That was fine with her. He wasn't one of those brutes that needed bossing around.
As he turned towards her she noticed how he was taller than her. This didn't intimidate her but she knew that although he didn't have strength on his side he had the brains to be deadly and that was far worse. She was smart but it seemed she had finally met her match. This made the Alchemist a very interesting stallion and it was a shame that he didn't have a herd or foals. They'd be deadly as vipers. One would never know when they would strike or how.
When the Alchemist commented on her being bright Saphira dipped her head which she had never done to anyone before. It surprised her but it was still something that she felt obligated to do. I have had to be smart in order to survive. My first mate I was with was brash and nothing but brutal and dumb. The foal was also this way. I was not proud of that and definitely did not feel like being ganged up on by both of them. Especially considering I birthed my son only for him to try and shove me around. It was not something I would allow. After leaving there I got caught by the humans and had to play games in order to gain my freedom again. After leaving there I've wandered until I met you. I am not as young as I once was and have learned much in order to survive. Playing games was how I learned but frankly I'm tired of the games. she stated honestly.
It seemed he was eyeing her for something but what the blue roan vixen was not sure of. It was true. The games were getting old. At first playing games with the Alchemist seemed fun but getting down to it he actually was like her in more ways than one. They were both cunning and although Saphira had the strength to back herself up, the Alchemist had more cleverness about him than Saphira which would help her. The fox enjoyed talking to him oddly enough and was not about to play any games with him unless he wished so. He was not a rash, cruel, and heartless monster out to use her. The mare was sick of those type of stags running around. They didn't get very far and she would take them out easily with her wit.
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