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Post by shuffle on Jan 12, 2015 19:46:28 GMT -5
HYDE He was seething with rage. How dare that little whore turn down his offer. He had so much that he could have given her. But she threw it all in his face, and asked to be close friends. She wanted to be close friends. Like he could do such a thing. No, that wasn't his forte. He wasn't in this life to make friends. He wasn't in this life to be friends with pretty little mares with a body fit for bearing his seed and carrying his offspring. She would regret the day she turned down his offer, he decided. She would regret not leaving with him when she had the chance, and choosing the arranged pairing with his brother. As if Vitto was any better than he was. He was a snotty spoiled brat that would get what was coming to him in due time.
He paced the canyon floor, striking the dry ground frequently. He couldn't remember a time when he had been this angry. He wanted nothing but revenge on the little bitch. She would pay. He would make sure of it. She would pay, and Vitto would pay, and her asshat of a father would pay for the entire thing.
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Post by twiztid on Jan 13, 2015 14:31:27 GMT -5
YOU MUST BE A NATIVE
The Butcher was a stallion who put questions last in his thoughts. Shifting the weight under his daggers as he moved through the canyon at a decent pace. Shifting the weight in his body as he trotted forwards. His hair poking upwards like a mo hawk and bouncing back and forth with each step. Taking in a deep breath of air and with a smile there upon his muzzle as he looked around at this place. Such a great place to come and wander into. Snorting lightly as he could feel the chill in the air around him, but there was no sign that winter was here. Pausing quickly in his thoughts and motions while hearing the sound of a hoof stomp into the ground and echo through the land.
His body tensing up and place a wicked grin on his muzzle. He knew that he was going to fall into something that would cause some kind of fun in his life. Shifting the weight into each step he wanted to take. Looking over this place as he wanted to see just what was going on around here. Then his eyes had fallen upon the sight of a stag that looked like he was in a bit of a pissed off mood. Flickering his thorns forwards as he started to move closer to this equine. "Well. . .someone having an off put day?" He questioned as he halted and acted like he was gazing around the place. Snorting slightly as he could smell a mare's scent upon this stag.
His head turning and looking over to the brute with thorns perked and his skull tilted slightly. "Might it be a little lady problem? Need any help with that?" He questioned as he looked to the dappled stag. Wondering just what thoughts might come into his mind after he took in the words of him. Unsure of this stag was going to play nice or just come and attack him, which he was ready for at any time.
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Post by muirgen on Jan 13, 2015 14:31:47 GMT -5
The canyon was the kind of place where bad things happened by choice. You came here by choice, met others who appeared by choice, and all because you both wanted to do something bad by choice. Brandr wasn't particularly fond of doing frivolous awful things, as much as he could remember all of the awful things he had done were for personal gain. He didn't consider that to be so frivolous. If it had a purpose, then that was a valid reason. The killings, the battles, the kidnappings and captures - those had resulted in payment, rank, or some other thing that made it worth his while. Truly, the only reason he had come to this vile canyon was for the sake of exploration. He didn't know much about the isle, being new to it, and thought it would be best if he knew his way around. If one wished for control, one had to know how to control it.
The furious stamp of hooves reached the mulberry grey stallion's ears with a heavy stomp. Whatever scent the hot wind carried was familiar, but unrecognizable. Brandr was certain he had smelled it around the dark lands, so perhaps it was a fellow member of that particular...inclination. He needed to get know not only the land, but the people as well. Picking up pace and trotting, the sight that reached his eyes was a positively enormous stallion of curious coloring. Heavy-boned, with thick feathering at the hooves and full mane and tail. He must be quite strong. If there was anything the friesian cross concluded, it was that he would not be starting a fight with this one. Gaze shifting, he noticed another, redder stallion to the side, seeming to say something.
"Hello."
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Post by shuffle on Jan 13, 2015 18:04:07 GMT -5
HYDE The arrival of the two stags did nothing but add fuel to his already boiling anger. Didn't anyone know when to leave someone alone. He wasn't in any type of mood to be dealing with the pettiness of some horse wanting to get in his good graces. He turned his head to them with a menacing snarl curling his lip. His auds flattened against his skull, and his hard eyes focused on the two stags. They spoke to him as though they had known him his entire life, and he wasn't okay with that.
His teeth clacked towards the first stallion, giving him a warning that his casualness wasn't appreciated. "I definitely don't need your help with anything, stag." He couldn't remember a time he had ever spoken to someone with such bitterness. His father had raised him to be respectful of everyone, but the thorn that had dug itself deep into him. The hateful black had consumed him in a short time, and he knew it was there to stay. Frankly, he didn't have a problem with it. It was empowering.
He swung his massive head towards the second stallion with glare. All he had to say was 'Hello'? It seemed as though these two wanted nothing more than to pester him and deepen his already dark mood. He was ready to stomp them into the dirt and be done with their little antics.
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Post by twiztid on Jan 14, 2015 9:16:13 GMT -5
YOU MUST BE A NATIVE
He could see that the stag was in some kind of mood from whatever he was dealing with before. An it didn't help that another equine decided to come forth and speak with him also. Butcher of course just shook his skull slightly while looking over to the stag and then heard the snappy words coming from the brute that he spoke to before. He was only trying to clear the air around here not get bitched at for something he had not even done. Snort coming from his nares while he shifted his weight under his daggers.
"Well than I excuse me, m'lord." The Butcher made sure that his words were right tempered towards the stag before him. Shifting the weight under his daggers as he bowed towards this stag as he knew who this bronco was when he had approached and did not know if the other stag had known. So of course he would not go and bow without speaking me. "Knowing that the dark lord is not in a good mood, I figured I would come and offer my services to you. For I am known as, The Butcher." He said as he finally spoke his name towards the brute.
Shifting his weight while he backed up from the stallion's position of where he stood. Making more room between all of them. For The Butcher would never just come around to do nothing but watch what is going on around him. That was not him truly, he came to help out the fellow darks that are around in this area. Knowing this dappled stag by the way that he held himself and then there was this other bronco that he had no clue about. Turning his skull and looking over to the bronco with thorns perked upon his skull. Trying to think of just who he might be right now. Wanting to speak to the bronco, but was he only to say, hello in return?
"What about you, bronco? What brings you over here?" He asked to see if this bronco had a purpose around here or if he was just hear for the stamping dagger that had echoed through these lands. Unsure of just what he might say back to him, but what can you say to a stallion who likes to get to the point and was truly here to meet with the dark lord to see if he needed any future help.
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