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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 11, 2013 10:09:22 GMT -5
Riatha
What a shame we've all became such fragile broken things...
The sun was relentless in the midst of the desert sands, beating hotly onto the back of the dark colored female. Surprisingly, she found she didn't mind so much. This was most likely due in part fo her Arabian blood, a breed that excelled in temperatures others would fail to survive in. She was no doubt a hardy creature, and this showed in the way she leisurely tossed the sands with her feet. Riatha hadn't been to this area in many months, but returned to it fondly. On the eve of her escape, she had resided here for quite some time. The mare had been too afraid to leave, given her young age and the chances for her immediate capture upon entering her new world. Pausing for a moment, she gingerly touched the sands with the tip of her nose. A scorpion scurried there, stopping in his tracks to stare at the giant beast before him. Riatha had seen many of those, and could only remember the one evening she had been stung by one and left to battle with the pain its venom caused. Scoffing, she walked by the small monster before stepping on it with her back hoof. She could faintly hear it squeal as its exoskeleton shattered and gooey mess was left where it once lived. Wrinkling her nose, the mortal brushed her hoof on the sands to clean it before continuing her journey. The mare had a destination in mind: a small oasis in the middle of no where. She had found it wandering the desert as a young one, reaching it just before dehydration would no doubt had taken her. Riatha had recovered there, building her strength before leaving it for the outside world. She had awhile to go yet, the silence allowing her to immerse herself in her own thoughts.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 11, 2013 12:44:56 GMT -5
 Do you hear it? The sound of fire as it crackles through the air. The sight of it seemed to make the other weaker equines not be able to stand it. It was their weakness. Something that no ordinary equine could ever be able to handle. Though there was one that was brought into the world of the gods that was able to handle the heat. For he came from the mortal world and into the world of immortals. His coat still shining a nice and bright chestnut coloration. His mane and tail flowing with the heat that his heart beats. For his mane and tail is burning fire. Though this time he could not show up in that form. Since he was planning on taking a trip to go down to see the lands that were named after him. Though something else came up when he saw that a vixen was wandering by herself in the desert like land.
So his daggers tapped the land that he resided in and the flames dimmed and the only part of him that had the fire upon his body was right at the top of his mane. With his mane back to normal with hairs instead of flames. With that now being the only part of his figure that has flames on it. He took in a deep breath and charged forwards to his other connecting land that was far away.
His daggers hauling him quickly over the land as he came up to where he was wanting to be. Smiling an evil grin as he slide his daggers to a halt. Feeling his front hooves come up and off of the ground as he lifted his head to the sky and let out a loud nicker. Letting all know that he was around the land where no one truly wanders upon.
With his orangish red orbs dancing about the land as he looked all about to see just what he was going to run into. Watching carefully as he wandered forwards. Gazing all around at the terrain before he found his first victim of the day. With his daggers moving his way towards her with a evil grin planted upon his mug. Shifting his eyes about as he let himself think of just what he was going to do or say when he wandered up to this vixen.
"My. My. What do we have here?" He said in a deep and raspy voice as he halted his figure. His mug drop down to the water that remained within this territory. Letting his lips drink from what was left of the cooling water. His skull moving up from where he was while he felt the water dripping down his mug as he turned and looked towards her. "I see you are one of those brave ones that wanders over this land where nothing can really be done to this very place. So you much be searching for a death wish as you wander over this very place." He turned his skull and gazed over the desert land. Hearing nothing just yet. Though he knew that something was going to come from her mouth and yet he was unsure of what it might just be. Turning his gaze back over to her to see what kind of reaction she would even give him as she was confronted by a God.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 11, 2013 13:38:49 GMT -5
As the ebony mare neared the quiet oasis she knew so well she could do nothing but stand in the sparse patches of grass. In this desert land this was one of the only places an equine could survive, and the memories she had there were a stark contrast to the strong individual she was now. Faintly, the vision of a young filly came to her, stumbling over the dunes. Weakly falling to the ground near the fresh groundwater and writhing from the pain that stemmed from a small mark on her leg. That was her, wailing from both the agony of scorpion venom and the hole in her heart that had formed at her mothers absence. Such a pitiful mare, and one Riatha had burried away long ago. Snorting, she turned her head towards a loud nicker that resounded over the empty terrain. How annoying. A little brat who didn't know how to be quiet. By the sound of things, he was coming to join her in a place she would forever refer to as her own. At his approach, Riatha did nothing but stare at him for some time. Head raised, ears forward, looking at him with a very dulled sort of interest. From his speech and demeanor the mare could tell he was someone of importance, but having grown up a slave she had very little knowledge as to who exactly he may have been. "I do not fear death." She tilted her head slightly, wondering his intentions. "Much in the same way I do not fear you." Swishing her tail, she continued to meet his gaze unflinchingly. Turning from him, she drank quietly, quenching her thirst. It had been a long journey, and in this way it would have been obvious to him how exactly unafraid she was.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 11, 2013 15:23:55 GMT -5
Globes looked all over the ebony mare while she seemed to just ignore the sight of the God that was before her. His nose letting out a loud snort as he gazed at her. Grinning as he liked just how this mare was acting. She was one that knew what she was doing and was not going to back down. Flickering the thorns upon his skull. Styrr snorting as he looked at her once more. Letting his head drop and one of his ram horns scratched at his pillar before lifting his skull back up. "So you are a tough little mare I see. So come now please tell me the name of the vixen I am speaking to." He said as he gave a long stamp to the ground. Feeling it slightly trimble underneath his hooves. Gazing to the land around them as he couple feel the heat begin to rise when he did that. Turning and gazing back to the mare to see just what she was going to say. Knowign that she was going to have something smart to say. She just seemed to be one of those mares who is like that and yet Styrr was not sure what to say. Snorting loudly while he looked at her. Taking in every figure of this mare as he had a feeling she could be useful in the future. Just something fun about her was going to be great in the future. For the dark side of Styrr kind of came up as he thought of how the sight of her pelt upon his skin would fit ever so nicely. Oh how he was so excited that he could not help himself but let up a slight rear before snapping back into reality.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 11, 2013 15:36:02 GMT -5
Lifting her head, Riatha shook her body as though covered in water. Instead, grains of sand flew into the wind, disappearing into the dunes. The company of this larger brute did little to bother her, despite his size and apparent power. She could end up dead, today, but she didn't mind that little thought either. Riatha never had feared pain, torment, or the spiritual world. That was how she had been taught, and the grim sights of slavery and manipulation had enforced it all the same. Stepping into the small pond before her, she smirked slightly as the mud began to sink beneath her hooves. Further and further she slid into the center, bathing in the cool waters. Just as it seemed she would disappear into its depths the ground leveled out and she was left standing in the middle. Ducking her muzzle under the water she tossed the liquid down over the back of her neck and shoulders. "You may call me Riatha." She rolled her eyes inwardly at the disturbances the stallion was making in the quiet atmosphere. As though he were impressive. "Who are you?" She questioned, if only to get him to focus on something other than his slight commotions. Her tail whipped upwards to land on the surface of the pond, momentarily sending a splash and ripples around her body. The day was passing quickly, and soon the sun would fall, leaving the desert cool. The falling sun painted the water a reddish color, reflecting orange on her black pelt.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 11, 2013 23:11:00 GMT -5
I took a moment to turn and look at the mare before me. Watching as her ebony figure melted into the water that was before us. Shifting my weight into each dagger to which over and let his back dagger become cocked. Relaxing as he watched this mare. Her movements were a bit like a odd to Styrr. She moved in a rebellious way in which he had never seen in a lifetime that he has been alive. Listening to her speak her name as she did what she was doing. Then she had changed the question up and asked me what my name was. With that I let my head rise up and my skull become vertical to the ground and his boa become well arched as he looked at her. "My name is Styrr. I am the God of War." He said as he stopped his dagger into the ground. Feeling as if the things around him came to a stand still and his figure changed into it's God like form. His mane becoming all fire and his ram horns were fully grown. Gazing into her with an evil look within his orbs as he looked at her.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 11, 2013 23:23:46 GMT -5
Riatha could all but hear the crackle in the air as her newfound company shifted in his complexion. Turning her head slightly so as to gaze over her shoulder, she watched him momentarily in what she was sure was his untimely glory. Unfortunately for him, the mare wasn't surprised by very much any more. Still, the change in his gaze warranted a slight more awareness than what she was willing to put forth previously. "How impressive." She mentioned coyly, no doubt stroking his ego in the process. Hopefully she could escape this encounter with minimal damage, as his intentions were still unclear. "What brings a God into the mortal world, and what would he wish of me?" She asked, leaving the depths of the pond. The sands stuck to her more easily now, as her body vibrated in a way only animals seemed capable of managing. Her question was simple in its way. Riatha wanted to know what he wanted, while simultaneously promising him nothing. Had he not an agenda? Or was there fun to be had in intimidating those he considered lower in status than himself? The mare must have been a disappointment, if that were to be the case, seeing as she wouldn't take part in his little mind games. It was obvious to her that he was used to scaring horses. The way he moved, and even hints of his superiority complex were woven into his voice. A soft breeze stretched over the desert, announcing the oncoming night. The mix in temperatures and the dampness of the maidens fur would turn her existence into a chilly one, but Riatha hardly minded. This wouldn't be the first time she would withstand weather extremes with a firm body and mind.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 12, 2013 8:12:52 GMT -5
He turned and looked to the mare that stood before her. She still acted as if he was doing this just for the hell of it. To boost up something that was never there before. Oh how it was discusting that she even thought that Styrr was like that. For he was not a stallion who thought about ever being that type of equine. To do all of this as a show. Hell no! He was doing this to show that she needed to earn her rank and to stop acting like she was. He was a God that she was suppose to show respect to. To stop with all this bull shit. For he could do so much harm to her and yet he has not because he doesn't wish to harm a mortal. That is not the type of God that he is. Then he heard her ask what do I wish of her. Laughing in a demonic way as he turned and looked at her. Letting his daggers take him over to her. With his head held high in the air as he looked down upon her. "I wish that you stop being such a dumbass and having the thoughts that I am doing this as a show. I want you to learn some respect for when a God is standing before you. I don't care if you have this stubbornness to another one of your mortal equines, but to everyone that is a God you should listen to." He said with a loud snort. Stomping his hoof into the ground and feeling the fire upon his ribbons and banner become more intense then they were before.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 12, 2013 8:44:10 GMT -5
Riatha's ears pinned themselves against the crown of her head as he approached her, the flames and heat becoming more noticeable in the suddenly still air. There was nothing more irritating than a horse who thought he earned it all for simply being arbitrarily stuck into a position of power. Afterall, he was the God of War, and what sort of skill did that actually require? Running around and starting chaos was hardly a difficult thing to do, and just his entrance into this desert reminded her of a temper tantrum throwing child. "I am listening." She remarked, shifting her weight. "But what is it I should respect you for? You did not make the trees, or create water for us to drink. You are merely a cause for disruption, a feat that even I can accomplish." Riatha could see the invisible line between safety and going to far, but even now she prodded it. Stepping confidently on it and daring to go centimeters further. "Yet what will you do to me? Maim me? I have seen more bloodshed than most equines know, and felt pain equal to that. You wish death upon me? Please, go for it, I insist. The spirit world holds far more wonders than this one." Either way, he couldn't win. Psychologically, Riatha's innate ability to fear almost nothing kept her immune from intimidation as a means by which to earn her respect. Even if he were to go so far as to actually cause her injury, he still wouldn't have her integrity. No, the mare was a loner for that very reason, and the characteristics that made her that was faltered towards none - gods included.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 14, 2013 20:48:22 GMT -5
He gazed upon her figure and watched as her thorns fell back upon her neck. Pinning them at the sight of what this stallion. Watching for a moment as he looked at her. Hearing the words that she had rolling out of her mug as they stood there. Shifting his weight as he listened to what words she was saying towards him. Hearing the questions that were in her words. The babbling just seemed to go on and on while he stood there. Hearing her go on and on about how he did not do all of this cool stuff. That he just created bloodshed upon the land. Pain and suffering also following with it. Then she goes on to think that he had a death wish upon her and she even gave him promission to kill her. He just laughed and shook his skull as he stood there. Taking in a deep breath in his thoughts that he had. Feeling the flames die down upon his mane and tail. Feeling the hairs break their way back through like they were before. Gazing at her after she spoke up with everything she had to say.
His nares taking in a deep breath while he stood there. Shifting his eyes to the ground that was below them. Reaching down and nudging over a piece of shivered up brush. Then he turned his eyes back up to her while they stood there. "I'm sorry that I am not as great as those who created the land that surrounds up. Though I am the one that decides who wins the wars and all of that." He snorted before he turned his back to her. Gazing at the land around them as the stars were shining around him. His orbs gazing up to the stars that were in front of them. Remembering the words of her saying that he could kill her and everything and that kind of cut him deep. He was sick of death to all the mares that were around us.
His eyes turning and looking back to her as they stood there. "I dont think I would ever be able to harm a mare like yourself. You are a very strong mare that I have yet to meet and have been dying to meet." He said softly as he turne and looked back to where he was looking before. Watching as the orbs above them danced around in the sky. His body feeling weak as he kind of wish his past did not go the way that it was. That he was still mortal or atleast a God of something else in this world that they worshipped.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 14, 2013 21:51:55 GMT -5
Riatha followed him with her ebony gaze silently, having said her piece. She had been on the bad side of aggression many times in her short life, and assuming the worst in others often kept her alive. He made himself vulnerable, turning from her like that, and it did wonders in setting her at ease. Her ears set themselves forward, so as to hear him better as he faced the open desert. The softness that held his voice now welcomed her far more than the harshness he had met her with. This desert encounter was odd to her. The peacefulness of the falling sun on the golden sands, it held a serenity she wasn't used to. There was no danger here, no reason to tell a lie or fake a smile. The walls she had built to shield herself had no use here, and stood as mere reminders of why they existed. Following his eyes into the sky, she watched the stars twinkle. Riatha would have liked to believe that her mother was there some where, but on her judgement day the mare didn't know if her caretaker had what it took to make the heavens. This one knew she wouldn't. She had done and seen too much to make it there. "I am a mere reflection of the horrors this world harbors." She said softly, dropping her gaze to momentarily peer back at him through her black forelock. "I'm sure you know as much as I." Blood stained her coat, hidden now in her cleanliness. Those of horses she loved, and that of whom she despised. Riatha had seen and done many things. For awhile she had ran from that reality. Ignored it, hid it beneath layers of concrete. But it had always crept up to her, in her dreams and when her mind wandered. She had ceased running, and the reality of that had made her soul shrink up in its shell of evil plots and plans. A whithered plant that lacked the nourishment it needed to grow.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 14, 2013 22:19:00 GMT -5
His daggers shifted as he turned his figure back towards her. Letting the sand shift and move under his daggers. Flickering his thorns forwards as he looked at her. THe words she were saying were as if she was putting her own self down. Something that the Gods never wanted a mortal to do. For Gods could blame theirselves, but he was one that felt worse about this all. For he was the God of War. Something that not a lot of equines normally put up with. Shifting his figure so that he was a bit on the relaxed side. Then he heard the sound of more words coming from her mug. Shifting his gaze to see that she was peering through that ebony ribbons that she had coming from the poll between his ears.
"We all have our horrors in life. Look at me the damn God of War. Yes, I use to bemortal like you and look at me now. A God that was put up to be the God of War since I loved it so much as a mortal." He said as he looked at her. Knowing that we all have our past lives that we all live on. Shifting his figure as he looked up to the sky with his thorns perked further up upon his head. Shifting his thorns all around upon his head now as he turned and looked back to her. Taking in a deep breath as he shifted his weight to relax a bit.
"Trust me dear. Bloodshead can be placed upon everyone's hooves. Look at me. Mine are covered in all those who have died in battle. For I stand here with a heart of steel and I always seem to approach with a bit of evil within my voice. Dying to cause more chaos at times where we already have enough." Pausing as he took in a deep breath and turned his eyes to his hooves. "Just wish I could find someone in my life that was like you just to complete a stallion like myself. Though i have no more room to love and never got the chance to as a mortal. Guess I'll never get that chance." He said as he turned and took a couple steps away from her.
His breath taking in deep through his mouth and then out through his mug as he turned back and looked towards her with a small amount of hurt within his orbs. "Guess you should be lucky to be a mortal and having all the chance to do what you need to do within this life time that I did not get to do." His eyes looking away and looking at the land before you. "Least you weren't killed by the Gods you are around now just to become a God." He said as his mane slowly turned to flames and then his tail. The sound of the fire crackling in the silence as he waited to hear what she had to say. Knowing that she probably thinks different of him now, but that is all he could think of at this point in time.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 14, 2013 22:53:50 GMT -5
Riatha listened quietly to him, the steel look in her eyes never changing. The softness in him was admirable, given all that suggested he should be otherwise. But he was a God. Gods had no reason to fear being harmed, or to be subjected to pain. He had missed some things of the mortal world, yet had avoided much of its evils. Swishing her tail, Riatha felt a ping in her heart. A mare like herself? How ridiculous. "You don't want someone like me, someone with this empy cavity of a body. I would kill to leave this world, if I could be sure I was going some where better. I fight too hard for a life I do not want, for there is nothing here for me." Riatha had no family, no friends to speak of. Her only relation had died at her own push, and horses were too easy to mistrust. Still, the mare wasn't ready to move on to the life of eternal damnation that no doubt eagerly awaited her. "You will never know fear like I know fear. Not so long as you stand on the pedestal that was given to you." Her voice was almost resentful. How dare he try to connect with her, when he knew nothing about the life she lived? The moon had risen now, and made her black pelt gleam. The cool winds hit her still damp body, making her frigid. "My time here will hopefully be short, and I have chosen to life the life of a loner. There is less hurt that way." She snorted, finally turning away from him to gaze out onto the open desert. Faintly she could hear the sound of fennec fox cubs scurrying in the night, and she used them as the distraction she needed from such a deep topic.
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Post by twiztid on Jul 14, 2013 23:07:19 GMT -5
He sighed as he knew he was not fit for this life of a God and yet this mare thought that he earned it. How did he earn it? A life like the one he is living now. He was a warlord in his old life only because he thursted for blood and would screw any mare that threw their asses in his direction. Something that he did not want, but that was only at the deep part of his soul that would say it. The only reason he had the life of a blood lusting stallion was to impress his father and watch his mother disappear into the background of things. With his eyes moving over to the mare as she just did not understand. He did not earn this right that he stands at. He was killed because they needed him, they desired what he had and did not even take the chance to ask if he wanted to have this position. It was just a part of him that he did not say to a lot, but he had to this mare.
His eyes gazing towards her as he motioned himself around to the side that she was at. With his orangish red orbs gazing over towards him with his thorns perked high upon his skull as he gazed into her orbs. "There is always something out there for you. You just seem to have that fight that I had back in the day that I lived with a true beating heart. I lived the life style of a Warlord just to impress my father and did not know what I had before me. Yet you seem to be in the postion of not knowing your true potentional in life." He said simply as he turned and looked forwards with his thorns perked high on his skull as he listened to the words that she had said. Letting them play over and over again within his head as they stood there. "Just because I stand here as a God does not mean that it was given to me. Plus I do know the sight of fear. I know it more than you think I do." He said with a snort as a piece of sand flew up into his nares while thye spoke.
"Dont wish these crazy things on you. They are not true. You desire a good life and not the one that you have now." He said simply as he listened to the foxes before them. Shifting his weight under him as he flickered his fire banner upon his pelt. Shifting his gaze from the land before him over to her. Hoping that she would just understand him. Yes, he was a bit different than other Gods and that this mare was a hard shell to crack, but Styrr just wanted to try and help this mare. That was just how he felt towards her. She gave him this weird feeling inside that he has never experenced before.
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Post by *Panda~ on Jul 14, 2013 23:55:33 GMT -5
Snorting softly, Riatha turned and walked away from Styrr. His closeness only heightened the state of vulnerability she felt she was in. Not physically, no, this was a different kind of sensitivity. One she felt churning in her heart, a feeling she did not like. Riatha had burned those things. The emotions that brought equines close to one another. No longer did she wish to roam among them. She wanted a solitary life. Away from the twerks that made them social creatures. It was just another opening for pain. Suddenly, as his last words left his lips, she turned and snarled at him. "Do not tell me what I desire, for I know it well. I wish for death. There is no companionship here, no end to the suffering of mortals. Happiness is a lie and will not fight for it." Riatha felt all the hatred she held for the world bubbling quickly to the surface, showing it's ugly face and masking her own. Calming down almost as swiftly as she had started, the mare walked to the waters edge and stared there for a moment. She had always looked like her mother, and in her reflection could only see the tough love she was given as a foal. Riatha had never been shown kindness. It had never been her motivator. Giving an exasperated sigh, the mare collapsed on the ground. Of course, it wasn't usual for the equine to rest laying down. She hadn't done that since she was a very tiny infant. But, the feeling of the ground against her body made her feel secure. A sensation she wasn't used to experiencing any more. "Leave me be, stallion. Don't pretend to know me, or take interest in me. It will be a waste of both our times."
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