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when doves cry; repost
Topic Started: Oct 10 2012, 08:57 AM (311 Views)
devotchka
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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- - this is what it sounds like

It was unforgiveable what he had done. He had disgraced himself and his family for the second time in a very short period, but such an action could be rectified. His first mistake had cost him physically, the second the sight of his mother and father together any more. Orion had branded himself a traitor in all respects. He had forged a somewhat shaky alliance with the chestnut stallion after handing the Province back over, but the agreement was beginning to collect dust and perish. True to his name, he was being untrustworthy once more. This time his intention was to stab Viral in the back. The bay was surprised no one had beaten him to the challenge, after all, it wasn’t like the big cheese was ever going to personally attack them. He always sent his minions, which had also been scarce of late. And undoubtedly the chestnut had an impressive legacy, but a dormant one.

He knew his dam had bore Viral children, how many he wasn’t sure. He did feel for his sire, she had promised to remain binded to him, and as soon as it was clear Friction wasn’t returning she succumbed to his enemy. Orion didn’t like to guess his dam’s intentions, although she may look as if she had taken a step backwards, Katina had a horrible way of being right most of the time. Perhaps she had jumped ship at the right moment. The hybrid had not heard anything from his sire. Orion had first avoided confrontation with the Cleveland Bay, afraid of what his father would inflict upon him; but as no whispers of Friction came around, the bay began to feel more confident about himself. No matter how good his blood was, he was a fraud and a coward and accepted it; hence why he was sneaking in Viral’s backdoor now, as opposed to standing up to the chestnut directly.

Orion had aged well. In the tipping of his prime, his thick winter coat failed to conceal the muscle underneath and along the crest of his neck; the most obvious sign of a well-built stallion. His parent’s infusion of breeds had turned him out to be some kind of Warmblood, very well built due to his Lipizzaner and Cleveland lines, but by no means was he lumbering. His dam had taught him well, the large male could make himself almost invisible in sight and sound if need be. Appearance wise he had inherited more from his father in both colour and posture, and he lacked the snake-like pinch that was present in his dam’s face. His only flaw was the ragged stump that represented his right ears, torn from him on the brink of adulthood. His scrap with Caius had been pointless; Ares had inherited the Faults in the end.

Because of his deformity, it meant the stallion was more liable to twist and turn his head in all sorts of directions, on times making him look like some sort of demented hammerhead. The remains of the ear were ragged and made no effort of change direction like it’s functioning partner would. If anything, as was common with those whose senses are in some way disabled, it had made his other feelings a lot stronger; and Orion’s sense of smell was impeccable. Currently the stale male stench was almost an undertone to the various scents of mares and their foals that must still inhabit the land. His mother and grandmother’s were among them. Pausing before the invisible line the bay furrowed his brow, his mind stumbling over what he was about to do. His good ear snaking towards the glacial forest, he heard nothing.

Roaring out his defiance, the bay stepped over the imaginary line, ploughing his way through the thick trees, not caring if he made a ruckus. After all, he could not sneak about forever. Nearing the middle of the terrain Orion halted, staring the landscape down. Viral had three days, three nights. No more.

ooc ;; viral and kimmys have three days as of the tenth of october to respond



when doves cry
orion -- xy --eight years -- dark -- friction x katina -- hybrid -- 16hh -- bay -- homeless -- childless
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
Due to a lack of response/post by Kimmys, Orion and Devotchka win this battle by default.
the picket fence
[i f there is a f u t u r e we want it n o w]

// m e r i d i a n // r e u b e n // a s p e c t //

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