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| Rival | Dec 4 2011, 01:56 PM Post #1 |
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
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The rugged bay stallion had admittedly abandoned his family, but that was not to say they had not abandoned him. He knew of Katina's misfortunes and the fact that she'd borne Viral twins, but at the same time he could not blame her for seeking companionship. He simply hadn't much of a heart anymore to care. He'd defeated Viral and left the chestnut maimed and realized how little purpose this life truly had. Constant feuding with no real goal or end in sight and simply tossing their children around like they were nothing. Again, at this point, Friction could see no real purpose to the mindless games the stallions were trying to play while Lights and Neutrals flourished elsewhere. The stupidity of those who share his alliance was simply mind blowing; there had to be more. So, the sleeping dragon slumbered here and this was the only thing he felt he had yet to conquer in his life. He hadn't met the beast. And he wanted something from him. So, with a mixture of anticipation, defiance, and also primal fear he called out for the dragon which was supposedly dying in the jagged mountains he had scaled to get here. The wind whipped his black tresses about but he kept perfectly still, eyes pointed upwards in preparation of the beast's arrival. It was time for change; Friction could feel it crawling under his skin. |
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| `d e p p | Dec 31 2011, 07:29 PM Post #2 |
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I think everybody's nuts.
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hi!(: i'm not sure if i'm exactly allowed to rp kestrel...so if i'm not i'll back out! just thought it'd be fun haha. oh, and i based him off of the pic that topo made when he was first created! K E S T R E L [ D O N O T A G I T A T E ] The spectral beast swayed slightly, the rolling breath of wind seeming to pull his large frame into a rhythmic pendulum of movement. The large, curved talons of his hind legs dug into the rock surface, the hooked claws of his pistons latching his mass onto one of the steep cliff sides that dominated the territory he inhabited. Despite his vertical position, Kestrel could have been mistaken for sleeping, for his massive body hardly moved of its own will. He crouched, an aura of twisted caution suffusing his ambiance even as he was motionless. The great golden star slipped deeper into the sky, Prime’s hazy light illuminating the rugged terrain and gently warming the enormous creature’s back. It couldn’t be said how long the dragon had remained thus inanimate, but the tainting of the virgin air roused the beast from his immobile abstraction. He was no longer alone. Slitted nostrils flared on his narrow snout, his rib cage expanding as he inhaled the stench of the lowly intruder. Slowly, scaled eyelids parted, revealing piercing eyes long ago reddened by sickness. Kestrel had half a mind--if he ever had a mind at all--to ignore the infiltrator's bold call. He was not a pet, he couldn’t simply be summoned like some pathetic varmint; hell, the pests of this planet owed their feeble lives to him. How long had it been since someone had dared to brazenly call upon his attentions? Several years had passed...four? Five? A deep growl rumbled through the dragon’s broad chest, his eyes closing briefly before he pushed himself free of the cliff face. He fell for several feet before he unfurled his massive wings, the strong membrane flaring as it caught the draft that carried him. The beast used his tail to steer him in the direction of the mortal, each pull of powerful wings propelling him forward. Though Kestrel didn’t particularly want to award this equine with his presence, he was much too impatient for the little vexation to leave him alone. He supposed the quickest way to achieve his former diseased solace was to drive the intruder away himself. It didn’t take long for him to find the source of his chagrin. He came from behind, the abrupt flexing of his wings causing the air to seethe in contradiction to his landing. A low snarl vibrated through infected air passages, scaled lips vibrating with the irritation, blood-shot eyes zeroed in on the inferior nuisance. Kestrel allowed several moments of silence to pass as he settled himself, folding his wings as he placed his pistons upon the rocky surface, his long neck stiffly arched as sharp claws scraped on the ground. “You have a lot of nerve to come here and rouse such menace.” The dragon’s deep voice grated against his throat, a raspy growl in his sickened condition, hardly above a whisper. A breath of a snarl reverberated in Kestrel’s chest, narrowed eyes glaring expectantly at his annoyance. |
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| Rival | Jan 1 2012, 12:49 PM Post #3 |
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
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It seemed the moments crept by as the amoebas had once crept from the primordial ooze, his every hair prickling with electricity which ran eerily through the atmosphere of this place. It was obvious even to the prideful and arrogant bay that a power far exceeding that of any mortal or otherwise inhabited this place, but a thick air of decay dripped from the very particles which floated about here as well; even in his decent towards the flickering gates of Hades this beast could rock the planet from its very axis if he so desired. After what seemed hours though surely was no more than moments Friction's ebony rimmed ears picked up the telltale whoosh of Kestrel's descent towards the ground. The stallion's head craned up unnaturally, whites showing as he struggled to look above his head and catch sight of the beast which he would obviously not have the luck of finding. A heavy gust of air could be heard groaning behind the muscular stallion and so he pivoted sharply about to watch as the gargantuan beast unfurled and landed on the ground with an awesome display of ferocity and grace unexpected by the Dark stud at hand. Its eyes are rimmed with a bloody hue about the diamond like durable scales which protected it, a true sign of the sickness Friciton recognized but only adding to the madlike terror this beast could induce. Instinctively the stallion's tail switches in agitation and his skin flickers across taught sinew and muscle as he resists the primal urge to flee. He gazes up at the monstrosity as it snarls out a hot and threatening sentence, its very voice making the neurons in his brains whizz wildly about. The stud is shaken by the beast's arrival but, true to his bloodline, he stands his ground without showing it too much to be considered feeble and fearful. He is better than that, he knows. The electricity which formerly had simply buzzed through the air nearly crackled with the beast's arrival and Friction tuned it out, amazed by the impact the dragon's mere presence made upon the planet. Perhaps it was his unnatural inhabitance which hindered him from thriving as well as he might. The bay clears his through of anxiety and looks back to the fearsome dragon with determination, doubting his typical snide personality would benefit him here. "It is what carves the differences between stallions; the distance they are willing to go for progress." he says evenly, impressing even himself with the lack of waver in his voice and the way his deep tones moved confidently from his black mouth. "I am not familiar with your specie, so you'll forgive me for introducing myself if you already know my name. I am Friction, a Dark of no residence and of ties which mean little." he says evenly, offering for the first time in his life a nod of respect to another being. He hadn't offered respect to anyone in years and so, for him, this was a feat. Re-focusing and hesitating in case the beast should wish to speak (after all he didn't want to seem disrespectful), Friction pauses just a moment before continuing. "I have heard whispers of both your ferocity and your supposed complacency, but know as well as you that the words of my species have little merit without proof. Do not be fooled, though, I am not here with coltish endeavors at heart; I seek a purpose only you can provide." he says in a business-like manner, placing his species squarely 'under the bus' so to speak while providing a subtle compliment which might place him more in the beast's good graces and less under the list of options for a meal. Partially Friction hopes Kestrel will have his own ideas for the fate of this planet, but at the same time hopes to acquire a purpose and a state worthy of living for; constantly bickering with other stallion for literally no reason had grown to completely bore him with no end in sight. Alas, he was much too arrogant to end his own life and satisfy the desires of such petty and needless enemies. He watches Kestrel closely, gauging any sort of reaction out of the dragon but not really sure how to read the body language of an animal he'd never encountered. His broad chest and barrel rise and fall visibly, his breaths deep and nostrils flared as the adrenaline continues to course through his muscular form and he waits for a reaction of any kind. Even if Kestrel killed him that would be satisfying enough he supposed; at least it would not have been at the hoof of some insolent fool who thought himself some sore of god. OOC: AAAAHHHH THANKS FOR REPLYING DEPP, you good, nobody else is active with him and I've been waiting forever. I'm sure if any issues arrive they can be promptly addressed; little Fricky needs some fun. :] |
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| `d e p p | Jan 3 2012, 11:15 PM Post #4 |
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K E S T R E L [ D O N O T A G I T A T E ] If Kestrel had the ability to be impressed by the vermin he dominated, he might have been stirred by the immobility of the intruder’s flesh as he made his approach; for although the dragon could sense the equine’s heart beat accelerate, there was no sign of retreat. As it was, the large creature’s snarl-twisted features remained apathetic, frustration the dominate emotion that flickered behind his blood-rimmed eyes; a piercing gaze that appeared indifferent though missed nothing. A discordant growl whispered through the beast’s sickened throat as the simple mortal paused in his articulate choice of words, the slight lowering of Kestrel’s wedge-shaped head his only movement. It was in Friction’s benefit that he spoke with a steady tone; the ethereal beast wouldn’t tolerate conversing with someone who could hardly speak in his presence. Even so, Kestrel did not interrupt the bay trespasser as he began to introduce himself; of course the Time Turner knew Friction, to an extent. While the dragon’s supernatural instinct about the equines were not as keen as those of the wretched Scarbearers—likely due to the fact that he was an entirely different species—he did have a sense of their moral fiber. Thus although the two had never before crossed paths, Friction was no stranger to the massive beast. He narrowed his eyes as the lowly prowler continued, the scaly line of his lips growing deeper as the irritation of the sunlight caused a dull throb behind the sockets of his eyes. Kestrel hardly left the condolence of his great cave anymore, where his disease-ridden body could not be bothered by heat or brightness in the bleak darkness; and whenever he did leave the cavern, he could often be found vertically resting as he had only moments before. Despite all his irrational behavior, this caused a mild concern in the dragon; he knew the infection was slowly growing worse, even fatal to most—but he remained trapped in this incompetent flesh with his own immortality. Kestrel’s reddened eyes hardened, slitted nostrils flaring resentfully with the thought. He had—so graciously—spared the life of this humble planet and its pathetic species, and this it was it gave in return? A disease? Fueled by his new aggravation, the scaled monster let a hiss rasp through his jaws as he snaked his long neck forward, slightly rotating his long head to fix the equine with a single cold eye. The desire to attack tensed his corded muscles, though he managed to refrain himself, instead allowing a frightening, sneering, bitter grin to gradually stretch his lips, revealing his rows of pointed teeth. Why not have a little fun first? He might actually change his mind. “Friction.” The name slithered slowly from his forked tongue in a grating coil, yet his raspy tone somehow managed to caress the syllables, lacing them with a downy acid. “You are quite eloquent with your tongue—a valuable talent at times; but it is useless in the face of omniscience. Voice this purpose of yours, I’ve no desire in wasting my time with trivial implications.” Kestrel’s breathy voice chafed against his infected vocal chords, the words each holding an underlying, dawdling hiss of their own. He often had to pause briefly to gather air, the action somehow emphasizing his deliberate menace rather than suggesting weakness. The colossal dragon was not weak—he wouldn’t allow himself to be. A moment or two passed before he withdrew his head slightly, though his red-rimmed gaze never lost its fierceness as he waited in impatient anticipation, part of his upper lip curled in a silent snarl. |
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| Rival | Jan 16 2012, 12:00 PM Post #5 |
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The beast menaced itself closer and seemed to quite enjoy his inner discomfort but, fortunately and for reasons unknown, the dragon had not devoured him just yet. He gulped somewhat heavily, still riddled with the urge to gallop away but feeling more confident with his request that he continue. His black tail switched for a moment and he took in a reassuring breath to continue, the words slipping from his black maw with again far more ease than expected. "I grow weary of the endless cycle of bickering and conquering my kind have to offer, constantly feeling as if by battling another only to battle again it gains them power. I have done this myself but, with little to conquer but the mistrust of mares and the target of other stallions, I seek purpose at all." he begins, lying out his motivation for coming here. This, unfortunately, revealed that he had nothing to lose by coming here and so would obviously be at Kestrel's every beck and call. However, this also showed that there was no leverage the monster could hold over him if the time ever came. Continuing with another breath, "I hear whisper of horses banding together either to fight themselves or to drive you away from the planet. Nonetheless, they continue to throw about fancy words and belittle one another on the trek towards whatever it is they are trying to do. I feel as if I am the only one who sees what an ally you could be rather than some terror. I know of the planet's fate and how it drastically altered when you arrived. The planet was dying, but now it mysteriously flourishes once more and you sit dormant in a mountain obviously dying?" he says somewhat passionately, realizing himself and looking away to gather his thoughts. It was a bold move to point out the dragon's weakness right beneath his flickering snake like tongue, but he felt as if all cards ought to be made visible. "I want something more than this and you are the only one who could offer a higher life than that of a pathetic mortal. With the horses of the planet gathering in a tumult of idiocy, though, I know not what would come of you and by extension to me. I wish to stand with you against the tyrannous hoard, possibly find a way for you to leave this stinking planet if it is what you desire, in exchange for immortality." he finishes, voice strong and confident in tone and looking the beast directly in the eyes when he said it. It was something his enemies could not overcome of him, and something that would allow him to always be strong and watch as they wither into nothing. He wished not to be a scarbearer, no, they are far too limited in their abilities; the Greek gods of the ancient worlds had been able to breed, to bleed when attacked by another immortal, and yet managed to live forever and be untouchable by mortals. There was much possibility here and the thought made him quiver inwardly at the thought. Likely, though, that would be a long way off from the present. If the beast even agreed. SORREH DEPP HAD TO PONDER HIS PURPOSE xDDDD |
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