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| The Beginning of the End; Sitewide Plot (Those with Kestrel) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 9 2010, 04:33 PM (465 Views) | |
| Przewalski | Aug 9 2010, 04:33 PM Post #1 |
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The smokey black gray pintaloosa mare made her way shakily through the ridged terrain of Kestrel's keep. The lands were baron and seemingly charred from colliding with the dreamscape lands. "Maybe some sort of battle happened here," thought Iofiel to herself. She felt very voided and even with her near months worth of journey had not calmed her troubled mind and her anger at the dark stallions of Kormada. Well the two that she had crossed paths with. The Two that offered her a home after seemingly insulting her. If all dark stallions were like this feed them to Kestrel and make this planet worth living again! Iofiel was bitter. Bitter which being treated with no respect because she was a female that did not act like one alliance or another. It was time to change that in some manner. Originally, Iofiel was going to let fate dictate her life, but after the entire Viral followed by Friction episodes she needed some sort of help. Whom better to help then a wyvern who once saved her planet from devastation. She had heard a long time ago, in passing that Kestrel could bend time and make any equine's dreams come true if they had means to sway the beast. Iofiel halted with all four of her speckled legs planted firmly to the charred earth. She held her head in a defiant manner and called out for the beast. "Kestrel, great Lord, both protector and destroyer of this world. Hear my call and face me for I am not afraid of what my future brings." |
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| devotchka | Aug 10 2010, 12:07 PM Post #2 |
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Deep within his darkened cave, the beast slept. His wings folded up neatly on top of his back, his legs semi-sprawled across the cave and Kestrel slumbered in his sleep. His breathing was deep, heavy and made the surrounding air thick. His dreams too, were dark and undisturbed, dull and wearisome as was his life. He knew he was the undisputed king of this planet, he could wipe out the equines with one hit if needed. But what would be the point of that? They would just come back, slowly and surely until the place was overrun again. The giant wyvern grunted and shifted slightly in his sleep, brushing these thoughts away as one does with a particularly annoying fly. It was the faint whisperings of a being close by that bought Kestrel out of his sleep, his attentive invisible ears picking up everything from the octaves of her voice to the way her hooves met the charcoaled ground. He rolled his reddened eyes, yet another equine foolish enough to get near him and with some stupid rehearsed speech. Probably about how dreadful their lives were and they needed his help; which Kestrel didn’t give out easily. He sighed and got to his feet, bending his reptilian head to avoid hitting it on an conclave and swung around and winced as he entered the unforgiving sunlight. He straightened out, stretched his hind legs like a cat and shook himself, lifting his large wings off his back for a moment before regarding the puny, pathetic creature in front of him. This one was a female, and oddly coloured. He inspected her for a moment before hazarding a lazy drawl. “What is it that you want?” He wasn’t particularly rude, compliments like ‘great lord’ flattered him. |
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| Przewalski | Aug 14 2010, 09:56 AM Post #3 |
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Iofiel watched as the large wyvern descent upon her from his abode. Her mind screamed to flee while there was still hope. Her body falling still as if she was under Medusea's gaze. The smokey gray spotted pintaloosa's held her ground as Kestrel approached. She kept her body still as the wyvern studied her with a sharp glaze. Iofiel watched as his large head snaked around her. Iofiel noted how, if the wyvern so chose that he could snatch her up in his mighty jaws and server her spotted corpse into two with one shift bite. This did not matter to the young pintaloosa. She felt sure of herself and hoped that her nerves would not get the better of her. The wyvern was interested in her and spoke to her, sounding rather sleepy. Iofiel paused briefly before addressing Kestrel. "My lord, I have come here to you to know what lies in my future. I am displeased with the alliances and wish to know what is my place in the world. I am not sure what I can offer you since I have nothing. No titles and no home. However, if you should choose I could be but a humble servant, to the great Kestrel." Iofiel's soprano voice held steady and was filled with passion. The type of passion as a leader of some sort. All she knew is that she wanted some purpose in Kormada. She wanted some sort of place in this world, yet she also wanted a reason for stallions to never mock her again. One could say the pintaloosa wanted some sort of twisted revenge against those who had wronged her. |
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| devotchka | Aug 21 2010, 03:49 PM Post #4 |
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The Wyvern bought his snaking neck down to eye level with the mare, his cold dark eyes shrewd and watchful. It was a fearsome looking head, and he opened his jaws ever so slightly to expose the tips of his long, white fangs, just in case the mare got too bolshy. He hissed at her hesitation, he had no time for time wasters, nor did he had the patience for horses that wanted to give him their life story. He hoped this would be a short one, else he could find room in his stomach to eat this creature. He listened, picking up the delicate tones of her voice filled with a desire he could understand so well. She was deeply frustrated with the world and as always, wanted to do something about it. But would she make a difference. He scanned her closely, weighing up possibilities in his sharp mind. This was an opportunity to reinforce his power over the equines once and for all, but at the same time, if this mare fell flat on her face he would look a fool. He considered this, and decided he was going to have to tread very carefully. Only the best equines got onto Kestrel’s good side. “Why are you so angry, equine? Has a stallion mistreated you?” He said, a sneer underlying his words. He wanted to see what she was made of, and if goading her could do it then he would. After all, it wouldn’t take much for the wyvern to overpower her. |
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| Przewalski | Aug 23 2010, 06:00 PM Post #5 |
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Iofiel watched the wyvern carefully. Her dark eyes watching the beasts every move. She was afraid, but she knew she would have to be brave and let the passion over take her. After all if the beast was to kill her then that would indirectly solve her problems, but she did not want to die. Not here and certainly not now. The wyvern seem to prod her, almost baiting her. Iofiel looked at Kestrel eye to eye, showing no backing down to the beasts intimidation. She was here for a purpose and to also meet the beast that so many of the equines had only heard of on the whispers of the wind. The world was stagnate with the same petty argument and the smokey black gray pintaloosa was tired of living the lie of declaring an alliance she would never fully believe in. The Wyvern's question bothered the mare lightly. Sure a few stallions had angered her, but she wanted the respect from both genders not some stallion that rather breed with her and be done with it. Iofiel kept the up most grace and dignity as she answered the beasts question. "Mi' Lord, it is not just the stallions who anger me, but those who believe they are entitled to rule all of Kormada in the name of petty alliances. Most of these equines mock you and all you have done to save our beloved planet. But not I. I respect the creature who saved my planet from up most destruction and want nothing more then to serve that being who saved my planet." She paused in thought for a brief moment before continuing. "There are certain stallions that I feel that need to be taught a lesson in who really rules this planet. For none of us equines do, you after all could eliminate us all and deserve to rule our planet in your choosing. My beings have forgotten the debt we owe to you and need to be reminded that you still are our savior and our potential destroyer." Iofiel watched Kestrel with an intense passion gleaming in her dark colored eyes. She wanted to cast the world into chaos and have it emerge a better place. |
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| devotchka | Sep 13 2010, 03:25 PM Post #6 |
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The great monster blinked those terrible eyes slowly, the colourless pupils boring into the equine’s eyes mercilessly. She didn’t back down, so the Wyvern chuckled, allow the embers that lurked in his throat to spark into little trails of smoke which furled ominously out of his curved nostrils and also around those rather large fangs. He knew he was the bigger, older, wiser one of the two; but like all tyrants that have been given their way for too long, he enjoyed flaunting these capabilities. He probably would never trust this equine, he never let anyone through his guard, but she was a pretty little tool in his plan to put an end to the more troublesome of his equine problems. Of course, he could just wipe them all out, but then he would have no more fun chasing them about, eating the odd one, things like that that made life more interesting. Kestrel hissed ever so slightly in satisfaction, at least one of them had a large enough brain to remember who actually saved all their pathetic skins. He did. It had been more for selfish reasons, death and destruction of his planet being the two main ones. The fact the horses lived too was just a bonus, but he decided to keep that to himself. Despite this praise, no one liked to kiss ass this much, not even this unusual mare. “Enough with your sucking up.” He said gruffly, but let a hint of pride undertone his bitterness. The wyvern knew it was important to show he wasn’t going to be won over by mere compliments, Kestrel was a great believer in that actions were louder than words but everyone liked to hear good things about themselves. He heard them more often than others, but that was because it was usually being spoken by his dinner. He paused deep in thought. If there were some other equines that thought the same as this one, he could get them together, spur on their views; like a little army. She, the painted mare could be their leader, that way if anything wrong she would be up first for toasting. “Well, I see where you’re going with this…” He drawled, still weighing up options. If his little followers failed in their quest, he could always just oust out the troublemakers and reinforce what this mare was saying – he was boss. “The question is, equine whose calling I do not know, is what do you want from me? A blessing? Assistance?” He said, rising up against and settled himself into a more comfortable position, tucking his scaly legs up underneath his amour like hide and placed his front claws out in front for balance, his full attention on the mare in front of him. |
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| Przewalski | Sep 14 2010, 06:39 PM Post #7 |
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Iofiel's smokey black ears wavered lightly from the sound of being silenced in her praise. Her ears danced immediately back to full front position in alert and interest and as a sign that she was not afraid of the wyvern that stood before her. It felt like an eternity had passed before Kestrel continued with his speech. She watched the dragon closely. Her dark brown eyes watching his movement curiously as she listened to his questions closely. She was not going to risk her opportunity on her naivety and her young age if she became the beasts dinner. Iofiel hesitated lightly wondering what she truly wanted within her life. Did she want power? Not entirely. Did she want love? Sure it would be nice. Did she want to vanquish anyone who dare mock her? Well of course. She wanted nothing but respect. She really wanted to give Viral a reason to want her. Not that she would ever let herself be claimed by the dark tyrant. If anything she rather see him unseated from power and his bloodline shattered upon the winds. She was a vengeful little mare and she would be heard. She spoke calmly and with a grace to her tone. She spoke clear without any sort of hesitation marring her pretty soprano like tone. "I want to vanquish my foes and anyone who does not believe what you have done for us equines as being great, Sir." She paused lightly. She looked upon the beast lightly. "I want respect. That is all I want. That and to know what my place is in this world full of the elite and the forgetful. I also want every equine to know who Kestrel is, since there is an entire generation who has no idea you even exist except in legend." Her tone became more serious. "That is not kissing ass, it is the truth. You are on the verge of losing a small portion of the population of Kormada just in the fact they have never heard your name, your story, or felt scared into submission by your presence. We need some sort of Chaos, Kestrel. Kormada cannot be bathed in peace for eternity. It is a stale feeling." She stopped. Realizing she was getting a little carried away with herself. She was breathing a tad hard for having become engulfed in a fit of passion, but she watched the wyvern with eyes slightly widen and awaited his response. |
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