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&& B R E A K D O W N [challenge] ;;; cian v. zerik
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Topic Started: Jul 19 2011, 07:09 PM (437 Views)
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`d e p p
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Jul 19 2011, 07:09 PM
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cian is challenging zerik for the land of nomad's baron.his terms are as follows (also stated in the post):
if zerik willingly gives up his claim, 1. he can keep all his mares/foals and move them to another territory. 2. he has to stay out of nomad's baron forever.
if zerik stays to fight (and cian wins, of course), 1. all of his mares/foals transfers to cian's claim, along with nomad's baron.
"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat, and I had my hands around it." Pale lids closed slowly over blue eyes, the tender pink skin around his nostrils quivering as his muscular shoulders heaved in a sigh. The spring breeze danced gently through his silky locks, lightly pulling the tresses elegantly about his strong physique. The stallion was a magnificent sight; one of graceful authority so powerful, an almost palpable aura of supremacy cloaked his silvery hide. It was with a fearless domination that he stepped into the borders of the Battle Grounds, eyelids opening to reveal piercing cobalt irises, his lips pressed into a mocking smirk. It hadn’t been very long since the cremello had returned to the known lands of Kormada, and yet he was already pushing the limits of his sovereignty.
A change had taken place in Cian during his absence; a seed of insatiable power planted in his psyche, overbearing all thought and associations of his former life in Kormada. The wretched chestnut stallion and his countless alliances were no longer seen as an advantage, but rather a hindrance to any path that would lead to total control and respect; after all, what was he—or anyone, for that matter—gaining while simply following closely along side Viral? Nothing. All the foolish stallions that shadowed the chestnut were simply that—shadows. Nothing to attain, nothing to achieve, nothing to live for; all of them were merely played tools in Viral’s schemes. At one time Cian had been one of those deceived imbeciles, but now he was finally going to put an end to the chestnut’s increasing command.
The stallion’s ears disappeared into his thick, silvery locks as he halted, blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced once around him. Strong jowls opened as his throat released a blood-curling, fierce cry of hell; the sound was not long, but more than threatening enough to send the stallion who he had challenged scurrying for protection. With his pink lips twisting into a dark sneer, Cian waited several moments before he continued with his proposition, too impatient for the male to show his sorry face. “Listen closely, lowlife—I’m only going to be generous once.” The cremello’s deep, velvety voice was a sinister hiss, his dark blue eyes flashing viciously. “I do not appreciate things getting in the way of what I want, and what I desire is the pretty little territory you’ve so foolishly claimed. Nonetheless, I’m willing to make you a rather charitable offer.”
Cian paused briefly, his broad chest expanding as he breathed once. “You can choose to willingly give up your claim and scurry your pathetic hide out of Nomad’s Baron forever—no fight, no worries—and I will allow you to take your mares and foals with you to wherever you choose. However, should you decide to unwisely stay and fight—and it is not a sensible choice, I warn you—I acquire your land, mares, foals, and whatever trash you might be guarding in the territory.” He chuckled under his breath, the sound twisted and cold as it rumbled through his air passages. The muscled cords of flesh rippled smoothly beneath his silvery hide as he took a step forward, blue eyes narrowed as pale lips twisted into a sinister expression.
“Make your decision quick, moron—your time is running out.”
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Edited by `d e p p, Jul 19 2011, 07:12 PM.
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ƒierce
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Jul 19 2011, 09:33 PM
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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The rose-grey male entered the Battle Grounds at a casual walk. Cian had summoned him here, and that thought alone made him uneasy. Zerik cast his brown optics towards the east; the last thing he wanted to do was fight for two mares he never saw and two children he barely knew. The young stallion approached Cian's pale body early enough to catch all of what he said. He nodded thoughtfully before looking toward the pale stallion again. "The last thing I want to do is fight you, Cian, but I don't want to walk away from this like a coward." Brown eyes watched the other stag carefully. "You can have the Baron, if you like, but I want to make a deal so that I get something out of it." The rose-gray let his mind wander; could he possibly offer his younger sister as bait? Sahada was young, but she was of age and attractive to say the least. In fact, the last thing he had heard about her was that she had gone to the Gathering with two others. Zerik noted that and nodded slightly to himself.
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Jul 20 2011, 04:05 PM
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat, and I had my hands around it." It didn’t take long for Cian’s opponent to show up. His brooding cobalt eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as the figure drew closer at a relaxed pace, gnawing quicker on the cremello’s impatience. His pale head lowered slightly, the strong muscles in his neck flexing with the slithering motion, rosy lips twitching vaguely as he bared his teeth a little. The silvery stallion, of course, did not mean to strike at his adversary quite yet; at the moment, his anxiousness in attaining a land to commence his power overrode the desire for battle. Nevertheless, should the latter option prove more efficient, Cian would not hesitate in instigating the bloody conflict.
Pointed ears rotated slowly atop the pale stallion’s head as the other male began to speak, his blue eyes piercing and cold as they bore into the opponent. A twisted smirk crawled a cross his pink lips, Cian’s cold gaze meeting the other’s evenly as he continued with his proposal. A deal? One side of the cremello’s velvety brow rose with the word, a spark of skepticism flaring through his sapphire irises. It was rare that Cian would settle for anything less than what he desired; however, should this “deal” of sorts offer more of a benefit to him, then he could possibly consider it. The stallion’s broad, muscular shoulders heaved as a sigh fluttered through his throat, silky strands whipping once around his hocks as he eyed his competitor. “I warn you, Zerik—I’m not willing to settle for anything less than what I think is most valuable.”
A rather haughty sneer curled the corners of Cian’s lips as a warning smoldered behind the iciness of his blue gaze, almost challenging the other stallion to lessen the cremello’s demand. He arched his neck, pulling back slightly to completely appraise his opponent. He was not an ugly male, though his build was slender and graceful—designed for fluid motion and elegance—that kind of figure would never hold itself against the trained, graceful musculature of the silvery beast. Cian pressed his rosy lips into a grim line, his ears disappearing into his glossy tresses as they pinned against the back of his neck. “Continue.” The word was hissed from between his teeth with velvety danger, a deep growl in the back of his throat.
A step forward was taken to enforce his stipulation, cautioning Zerik to not waste his time.
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Jul 22 2011, 04:57 PM
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The rose-gray male wasn't fazed by Cian's unfriendly gaze; he shifted his weight, almost knowing that the pale brute was aching for a fight. Zerik nodded slightly as Cian spoke, "I understand that." The chestnut-shaded stallion pinned his ears slightly as the silver male took a step forward. His chestnut ears swiveled back to normal position as he began to speak. "Here is my offer, Cian: I will leave Nomad's Baron with my mares and children; you get the land. And I will give you my sister, Sahada, in exchange for an alliance. You will have one less mare to gather up. I can even tell you where she is." Zerik smirked a little; everyone came out winning in this deal. He got out of a land he no longer wanted, kept his two mares and kids, and maybe an alliance. Cian would get a new land and a mare, and Sahada would have a home. The rose-gray inclined his head and looked determinedly at the pale stallion, wondering if he would agree or one-up on the deal.
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Jul 22 2011, 07:50 PM
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat, and I had my hands around it." Cian was quickly growing uneasy. His long, sleek tail whipped several times around his muscular hindquarters, his handsome features bearing a guarded mask as his blue eyes pierced into the other stallion. The cremello knew that he couldn’t move forward with any of his strategies against Viral if he didn’t possess a land; claiming a territory was the inauguration to any movement he desired to thrust into action—mares, foals, alliances, anything. A hushed snort vibrated the delicate skin at the base of his nose as the pale stallion bobbed his head once in anxiousness, both of his ears slowly lowering themselves to the back of his neck. For years Cian had hid himself from the known lands of Kormada, readying himself for the schemes that would lead up to the moment he would overthrow the pathetic chestnut’s power himself.
A flicker of anticipated power-lust smoldered deep in the cremello’s cobalt eyes, his rosy lips curling into a twisted sneer as his opponent finally spoke the terns of this “deal” he had offered. Cian features became colder at the male’s first sentence, which had basically stated the conditions he had already set himself. A faint cloud of dust was disturbed as the silvery fiend took a slight step forward, his throat preparing a harsh retort when he was stopped as Zerik continued. This fool would simply give away his sister? A smirk twisted up the corners of his mouth, the mirth reaching up to seethe gently in his brooding blue eyes.
Cian cocked his head to the side slightly, his icy gaze eyeing his rival evenly. “Assuming she is useful and not a worthless defect you’re simply trying to rid yourself of, I accept the claim of your sister. However,” a skeptical glow fired behind the cremello’s sapphire irises, his eyes narrowing slightly before he continued, “I am not so easily persuaded towards an alliance. I will not accept an association with a cowardly stallion; you need to swear that you will strongly oppose Viral and all his own alliances, regardless of the offers any of them may propose to you.” There was no sign of mischievous teasing in Cian’s features as he spoke, only a fierce determination and a steady venomous tone. “Do you swear yourself, Zerik?” There was a taunting edge that laced the pale stallion’s tone, almost provoking the other to prove himself.
After all, opposing Viral was no small obligation.
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Edited by `d e p p, Jul 22 2011, 07:51 PM.
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Jul 22 2011, 11:33 PM
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Zerik watched the pale stallion warily as Cian had taken the slightest step forward. Mentioning giving him his sister seemed to have caught his attention; the rose-gray resisted the urge to pin his own ears when Cian tried to assume Sahada to be a 'worthless defect.' Then the silver brute paused and continued. What he said next almost baffled the chestnut-toned gray. The stallion inclined his head slightly; this was risky business, dealing with a son of Thane. In a way, Zerik had longed to rebel, but could he embrace the ways of the Darks? What was he getting himself into? Clenching his jowls slightly, Zerik nodded determinedly. "I swear to oppose Viral and his allies, whatever the cost. And Sahada is no defect; she is a healthy three year-old. I will say that she can be stubborn at times." - the rose-gray looked to Cian with no spiteful undertones- "Are we agreed then?"
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Jul 25 2011, 08:26 PM
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I think everybody's nuts.
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat, and I had my hands around it." Cian’s brooding blue eyes were slightly narrowed as he eyed his slender opponent, his piercing gaze even and impatient. The rosy-hued competitor had one chance to extricate himself from this conflict; otherwise, it’d be a completely different battle between the two stallions. The cremello beast would not tolerate anyone supporting the chestnut fiend, especially when he was already worked up into a fierce fight mode like he was at the moment. He shifted his weight, a low, almost inaudible growl rumbling deep within his brawny chest with his growing agitation. It wasn’t until Zerik spoke that Cian’s powerful muscles relaxed into a more cooperative position, a cruel sneer curling the corners of his pale lips.
Everything seemed to be falling into place perfectly for the cremello’s return; not only did he have Nomad’s Baron just handed to him, but a mare and alliance came with the arrangement. "Are we agreed then?" A deep, venomous chuckle fluttered through Cian’s air passages as he inclined his handsome head slightly, smirking. “Wise choice, Zerik; we have an agreement. I expect to see your sister in my land soon.” The pale stallion’s sapphire eyes flashed dangerously, warning his now-ally that things weren’t completely over until his part of the deal was fulfilled. Turning smoothly on his muscular flanks, Cian surged into a canter with a disdainful snort.
The future looked promising for an uprise of a new dominion.
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