The disease that wiped the earth of mankind has returned, and it's starting to change its hosts somehow. Reports of unearthly powers are arising all over Toren while more and more become infected.
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Slowly the clouds rolled in their depressing Grey's hanging over the earth in a dulling mist. Silence was inevitable here in the Pacem, although there was still the muted sounds of the oceans subtle waves as they rolled along the shore line. With a soft sigh Hain had ventured back to the place that once claimed him. His nerves were uneasy and his hair seemed to stick up like small bristles. With a slight edge he slowly made his way into view slipping out from behind the rocks that casted themselves around the place dotting the never changing landscape. His creme colored ears darted back and forth always straining to catch the sound of claws against sand, stone, or paws in the water. Though he had caught no familiar sound. This time he was hesitating traveling forward anymore. His milky blue eye's seemed to scan the terrain in a slacken speed, going over every shadowy blob every muted color. His ears were set erect And his neck was stretched high, he appeared to be like a deer scanning everything.
His mind was racing tracing over every last detail of the capture, every single pelt color, every single voice. Fear had struck him again though he wouldn't let it win. Afraid to close his eyes his body shuddered against the thought. Though his pride gave in and his pale eyes were covered. Draining out the muted world he let another soft sigh leave him allowing his chest to relax and rest following in soft breaths. He had attempted to let go of the world he once knew drowning out all thoughts, dwelling in the depths of his mind. Though as he had stood still against the ever moving ocean, he body had began to feel weary. His muscles twitched under a scared hide, teasing the strange markings as the nerves over reacted to his thoughts. Grinding his teeth the stallion stood ever so still. His breath seemed to hang in his lungs as he he heard small pitter patters across the damp soil. Though the weight that seemed to place them seemed little, scurrying here and there. Seeming to go from the bank back to the waters edge. On edge Hain flipped his ears back taking in the sounds, analyzing them.
Light, agile, almost silent; Slowly he took in a breath tracing the scents, only the smell of brine and musk. It had to have been an otter. Relaxing some, Hain had finally allowed his muscles the relief of tension and gave into movement. Slowly his lithe limbs carried his scarred Cremello frame towards the rolling shoreline. Though once he opened his eyes again the world was a blur no noticeable shapes nor any contrasting colors. The world was blank and heavy with depression. Inhaling the brine like air he seemed to choke on it, with a with held cough Samhain stood against the dull skies. Matching it with his own muted hide, a ghost along the shore.
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Last Edit: May 21, 2012 23:44:11 GMT -5 by viserystargaryen
'Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers Aint got no family, you see there's one of me Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me I'm pissed at the world, but I aint looking for trouble'
Rumpelstiltskin seemed to be stuck to this shoreline, residing here for awhile before moving deeper into the other territories. This would help him to remember many details about each land, Rum was quite observant and this is what had made him such a grand fighter. The stallion is merciless and ruthless against his attacker, he will go until the neither being is left breathing. As he sauntered along the shoreline, his legs seemed to disappear in the heavy mist. His liver coat and rabicano markings were every so unique. His eyes seemed to smolder as they gazed along the Beach, listening carefully to detect any other being that may be close. Nostrils flared, inhaling deeply and exhaling just the same. His nasal cavity detecting all of the scents around, including that of a stallion.
It was slightly close in proximity to where Rum stood, the stallion allowed a devious grin to spread across his lips. Then he shifted his step and began in the direction of the stallion, curious of course and also just itching to toy with others. He was such a mischievous creature, trickster at heart and did not care what any other thought. Rumpelstiltskin continued at a slow pace in no hurry to get there, he was a patient beast and did not feel the need to rush. His muscles shifted and churned with every stride he took, his tail flicked lightly. The mist seemed to only grow more dense as the day went on, and finally his golden eyes took sight of the stallion. A phantom is what he resembled standing there, gazing out to the calm ocean waves.
It was mysterious and yet Rum was not one to fear but to venture closer, for exotic things did amuse him greatly. The rabicano continued forward, continuing to rid the distance between them. As he approached he was bold and assured, not at all afraid of what the other equine may do. The multiple scarring was much like his own flesh, though the blues were not naturally hued to that shade. Blindness had taken this creature, though he seemed to be aware of the world around him. "Blind Man, what do you see?" The message cryptic and certainly not an ordinary greeting. It was blunt, but not so much sarcasm. It was charming and yet filled with a deadly poison. Giving a light smirk he awaited to hear the stallion's response.
'I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you Think about it, nobody wants to die There's rules to this game son, I'm justified I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun'
Soon enough Samhain's peace was disturbed, vibrations started at his cream colored hooves and followed up his bones. Setting his nerves on edge again. Tension had soon engulfed him causing his hair on his body to become erect again, bristling like that of a porcupine. Steadily he steadied himself, inhaling deeply he took in the brine like air again, though the stench of another stallion wavered into his nose. Relaxing some he loosened his muscles, though he still lacked movement he wanted to be unaware of the stallion, hoping he wouldn't be noticed. But to his demise words caught his attention. "Blind Man, what do you see?" his words were barely blunt but never the less he spoke the truth for Hain was blind, but only to an extent. Lowering his head to the shore line he let his tail sway from side to side before raising his defined face to look at the stallion that approached him from behind. Letting his milky blue eye's over look him, though all that came to him was a tall, slender blob of deep chocolaty red. Watching his movements with a slackened speed, Hain thought heavily on what the stallion before him said. Truly all that the stallion could see was nothing but muted colors and distorted blobs. But none the less he could still 'see'. With a sigh Hain slowly pivoted on his left leg giving into the minor limp as he settled his fore legs before him. "If you really must know I see everything from the old rot that haunts this place to the terror beneath the tree's." With a snort Hain let his milky blue eye's scan the male that stood before him, he somewhat smelled different, but none the less he was still equine.
Slowly his ears pivoted in place catching the subtle breath of the neighboring equine, his gentle falls of his chest hardly noticable, though the ievitable sounds that followed were relaxing to Hain. In ways that one wouldn't understand. He watched with an eerie stare, his milky eye's never straying from what they held. Though if one looked close enough you could see the torment in his eyes, as if you could see the past, wolves teeth and claws; scratching endlessly into the void. Who would've known that with such a horrific act that it would change the old ones strategist. But on the other hand Hain believes that it was all for the best, for now the wolves and equines were well at peace. Though he could sense that their was something brewing. With sigh the stallion spoke to the other before him, "What brings you out to this ghastly place?" his voice was deep, hoarse almost. He sounded like that of an old man. Hesitantly the stud stepped backwards his right hoof settling into the soupy sand within the coast before he requided himself forward. If one was inquisitive enough they could tell he was uneasy about new encounters with others. Though he tried his best to conceal it. Flicking his ears backward he drowned himself out into the surf, the waves lulling into a soft washed lullaby. Thinking hard on what to say next, his mind over rolling everything he has ever said before but none the less he couldn't think of anything. Damn those months of solitude. With haste the stallion decide to move forward, out and away from the waters edge. Covering a few feet to the left he tried to keep his limp out of the others sight. For any sort of known weakness would surely strike something in another to prove themselves, but sadly if one was to try him they would gain nothing in return but just more scars.
Note: Trying for 622 words ;; --- wow muse? thank you TRIGS.
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Last Edit: May 22, 2012 18:47:14 GMT -5 by viserystargaryen
'Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers Aint got no family, you see there's one of me Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me I'm pissed at the world, but I aint looking for trouble'
The fellow was one of two things, due to his appearance. One he was like Rum, in a sense that the Art of War called to him like a lover. Or this stallion had dealt with something and just got away with his life, and this truly intrigued the rabicano. Golden eyes analyzed every scar that lay upon the males flesh, the paler coat did well at representing his scars. Where as Rum's Liver flesh hid most of the scars until one was in close proximity. After Rum spoke he patiently waited to see if the stallion would speak, and after only a short while the opposing equine replied. His words were slightly cryptic much like his own, Rum preferred to speak like this at times to see if a creature could truly understand what his hidden meaning was.
Ah, so he could see if only just figures and such. It would seem as though this creature held little life, and once more it seemed Rum was drawn to death and misfortune. Grinning wickedly, the words of the stallion came once again which slightly surprised the male. "It would seem that I appear wherever Death is near..." Now this was not an implication, saying that this stallion was close to dying. Even though the rough vocals were oddly enough the sound of an elder, Rum was not one to choose this outcome. It was more a less a factual statement, a creature in distress called to him like wounded prey would to a predator. Pondering for a moment, Rumpelstiltskin took a step closer to the stallion, testing his limitations slightly and as well as just wanting to move forward.
"Phantom, do you choose to see such dreary or is it inevitable?" Questioning the stallion, curious as to understand his persona on a deeper level. The creature seemed to act similar to that of a ghost, wandering along, scarred and such. Ending up in places most others would prefer not. Rumpelstiltskin's muscles shifted underneath his liver flesh, the exotic skeleton like markings that covered his frame made him all the more eerie. This males desolate stare did not bother him, as it may make others uncomfortable. The fellow allowed just a simple grin to peal across his lips, waiting for the specter to reply. This meeting would indeed be interesting, and of course Rum's fascination needed to be fed on a regular bases.
'I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you Think about it, nobody wants to die There's rules to this game son, I'm justified I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun'
Vibrations shook the earth beneath him as the other equine stepped forward, it's hooves slashing at the soft earth beneath them. Sending small shards of rolling earth flying. Feeling this Hain settled into the damp sand letting his milky eyes watch the chocolaty red figure slither forth toward him, his ears flipped back and forth unaware of what the equine before him would do until he spoke. His voice seemed to settle on unedged nerves causing them to smolder like a small flame. '"It would seem that I appear wherever Death is near..." Puzzled at the stallions words Hain stumbled over them repeatedly. Takeing in the briney air he could smell nothing but the musky scents of the ocean. Lifting his head slightly he turned his head a little to watch him better, or well the blob that stood before him. With a soft sigh he pondered on how to reply to what was just said. Unless he was meaning him? It was true that he resembled death in away due to his muted colors, like that of old flesh before it started to turn to ash. "It seems that you have mistaken." Hain's voice seemed to be slightly smoother than before though this time it seemed like he too was begining to become intriged by the way the stallion spoke, indeed there was still some intellegent life out there. With a slight smirk Hain too stepped forward his left leg giving in under the pressure into yet another limp.
Though after his speach more from the other had reached his ears, "Phantom, do you choose to see such dreary or is it inevitable?" Still with that small crease of a smile Hain started to enjoy this stallions company. Relaxing a little he let himself loosen up, dropping his posture he lowered his head though his milky eyes watched him ever so close. Though he did find the nickname that the stallion used to place a name on a figure that he was speaking with. With his head lowered Hain inhaled causing sand to move slightly across the surface and tickle his whiskers that claimed his mug. Causing the stallion to sneeze and billow forth a small cloud of heavy sand. Though as he continued to think over the stallions question he looked at him with an inquisitive look. "With such happenings in ones past would it be inevitable to relive each horror or choose to do so?" With a sly smirk Hain lifted his head straightening his posture, alowwing his mane to drape across his neck like that of a smooth cream colored cloak. Standing there he waited paitently for the other to speak, his tail swaying from side to side sweeping either flank.
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Last Edit: May 23, 2012 13:25:10 GMT -5 by viserystargaryen
'Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers Aint got no family, you see there's one of me Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me I'm pissed at the world, but I aint looking for trouble'
The golden eyes continued to gaze upon the opposing stallion, watching his statue like movements as well as his ghost like figure. Rum was ever curious about his scarring and figured with time, he may be able to pull it from the stud. It was lovely the ability that Rum held to manipulate and dive right into the minds of others. The first words to come from the stallion's mouth were clever, and therefore Rumpelstiltskin could not be more pleased. But once more his words would twist, and then his baritones erupted. "Mistaken, no not I. You sir were the one who made that assumption." His darkened words leaving his lips like a serpent, Rum did not say that it was this stallion that brought him here. For if the stallion was dying than it may have been a bluff, but Rum did not care what creature's life was ending he just came along to collect the 'souls'.
A wicked grin crossed his lips, as his muscular frame shifted and his neck craned to tilt his defined skull. The opposing equine relaxed, and dropped his skull and misty gaze closer to the Earth. His silent breathes gently moving the sand along, while he seemed to keep Rum very close to his attention. At least this equine was no fool, allowing his entire guard to fall when some creature such as this fellow sauntered into your life. Words broke the silence once more, while the wind seemed to make his words silenced. The words were clever and this Rum gave to the stallion, finding him even more interesting now that intelligence had shown through. "What horrors do you speak of? For sir it is difficult for one to truly understand 'horrible'."
The words were not challenging but morbid, and sickening to the point were it would make another cringe. Rumpelstiltskin was a murderer, and enjoyed the darker parts of life. What this stallion spoke of seemed to have significant meaning, and by not answering his question out right possibly it would leave room to understand the scarring that covered his flesh much as it did Rum's. Giving a light chuckle in response to the stallion's slight smirk, Rum was fascinated and that meant that this creature would not be disposed of. Instead studied and then when Rum obtained such knowledge of this equine, that is when Rum did damage not always killing out right instead making it drawn out always made the 'hunt' more pleasurable.
'I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you Think about it, nobody wants to die There's rules to this game son, I'm justified I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun'
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