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Post by Spirit on Aug 29, 2008 18:32:46 GMT -5
Spirit came here once-in-a-while.She never really stayed in one spot.She had never stayed in one spot and doesn't intend to ever stay in one spot.Her mind was like a battle field all day it was a constant battle between her light and dark side.She didn't really have a neutral side all though sometimes she would get a rest from all the voices.She wondered if that is her neutral side if she has one.Spirit just got off one of the rough paths and slowly trotted into the forest.She hadn't seen many horses come through today.Something reminded her about her mother how her father had force bred her and how she had died.It wasn't fair How come she had watch it?How come it was her mom?It just wasn't fair!The forest was very gloomy which she liked.Her dark side had been in control lately.She was searching for something but what?She wanted to have some fun do something...ruthless.Her dark side was very in control now.
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Post by Halo on Aug 29, 2008 19:40:33 GMT -5
Joker weaves in and out of the death-like forest, eyes wide with fear and nostrils flaring as his ears swivel back as if listening for footsteps behind him. Predator is after him again, and maybe, just maybe, if he runs fast enough he can get away from the devil for awhile. The voice whispers as if calling to him and he releases an unearthly squeal and picks up the pace, limber pillars stretching out as far as they can go as he looks back behind him. There’s nothing there...or is there.
He looks back just in time to slam on the breaks, skidding on the surface of the hardened lava and getting a grip long enough to swerve his carcass around the mare. His pace considerably slowed now, he finds himself able to maneuver with the professionalism he usually wields. Rearing onto his powerful hinds, they spin him around the face the dame, daggers cutting the hot air before his weight brings him down with a toss of his head.
A crazed look holds his gaze captive, bright green eyes blurred by some madness as he swings his head and stomps his feet. Only he knows what is going on inside his head. Can nobody else hear his oppressor’s attacks on him? Of course not…never...there is nobody to save him as the wicked beast taunts and jeers and speaks to him horrible words meant to rip him apart from the inside out.
Slowly the violet beast seems to calm, sides heaves in exhaustion with legs trembling with fatigue and head hanging while a wearied look holds fast to the worrying voids. The gazers roll in their sockets to plant themselves upon Spirit, ears folding back against his skull, his golden tresses washing over the royal sentinels protectively. “You nearly got him my way, vixen,” he growls out in a gravelly tone, though aggression doesn’t seem to dominate it.
He paces in frustration, now and again shaking his head in the attempts to throw off the opinionated characters freely tormenting him with their constant babbling. Slowly he makes a circle around the pretty mare, looking her up and down almost admiringly...almost if he were really interested. Prank is certainly giving attention to her, Sin is her usual skeptical self, and he can just feel predator stalking him in the darkest corners of his mind.
Predator grabs a strong hold on the cords of his control, yanking on them to gain control. He is rewarded with Joker stretches his dial out on the end of his nape to nip at the fae’s shoulder. Only he is disappointed when the stallion yanks back, throwing his head back wildly as if bulking the reins of a rider, teeth chomped hard together as if biting hold of a bit to get away from the pressure of its control. ’Quit fighting me! the voice shouts angrily, raking claws across Joker’s mind and causing an involuntary shiver and a wave of dizziness that has the stag stumbling to the side.
“Get out of my head,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes shut tight closed.
~Joker
(OOC: I hope this is okay...>.>)
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Post by Spirit on Sept 10, 2008 16:28:54 GMT -5
Spirit watched the other horse weave in and out of the forest.His nostrils flaring and his going every which way.He looked as if he was being chased by a beast.Horror came over her as she saw him headed straight at her, And what if there was a predator behind him where was she to go?
He had a crazed look in his eyes as he swerved just in time to miss her.She watched as he slowly came to a stop she could tell he was exausted.Then she heard him say “You nearly got him my way, vixen,”
Well maybe you should watch where you are going you fool!
She looked at him he looked confused and frustrated like something was after him and just didn't know what to do.Well she didn't have to worry about it, it wasn't her problem.That a girl you leave him to figure it out for himself it isn't your problem She agreed to herself but then her good side kicked in Of course it is not your problem but shouldn' you help that poor soul? She watched as he still stood confused, frustrated and exausted.She couldn't help but feel something for him, maybe a little sorry?Why should you help him he nearly ran you down why don't you just leave him alone?! Another good come back he did almost run her over so why should she bother to help him.
She took a step away when she heard But darling he did swere out of the way he didn't mean to almost hit you he probally didn't know you where there. Why couldn't she be left alone all the voices all the noise it was terrible.She shook her head to try to settle them.She looked at the sky it was dark and dreary.The black clouds were hanging low and looked as if it might storm. See it looks as if a storm may come do you want to stand out in a storm?
She didn't want to stand in the rain especially when it was a big storm. She looked at him and then took another step forward when once again she heard Do you think he wants to be out in a storm either?If you don't want to be out in one why do you think he will? She turned around and faced him.She wasn't going to say something to him, not yet. She didn't know which side was more in control now.Nor did she know which side won the latest fight.A small breeze blew her mane and tail as she stood there just waiting for something to happen, anything.The stallion that was now in front of her seemed to be calming down and maybe he had some sense about him now.
Good Side = White
Bad Side = Red
Her Speaking = Green
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Post by Halo on Sept 10, 2008 17:47:06 GMT -5
The stallion’s eyes are tight shut when Spirit turns to view him once again, ears folded and brow knitted in a troubled expression as he battles something within himself. His lips tremble as if speaking unuttered lyrics, his whole body tense and every muscle in his body taut with stress. And then, all of a sudden, the fight is over and his eyes slowly open as if in a wearied daze, his vision finding Spirit as if for the first time with question roiling amid the chaos of the voids.
“You,” he states dumbly, blinking with confusion for a moment as he lifts his head, remembering his pride. “I nearly ran into you,” he reminds himself quietly, adding a shake of his head to try to clear it of the fog that tries to shroud his abilities of understanding.
You’re a fool who can’t hold onto his own wits! Don’t worry, when I get control of your body I’ll put that rotting brain of yours to good use. The maniac laughter echoes through Joker’s skull, torments and batters at his sanity once again. He clamps his jaws tight shut, chin lifted and an almost pleading look etched into his face. “Shut up. Just shut up, I don’t want to hear your comments anymore. Just go away and leave me alone.” He’s only greeted with more jeering comments.
Predator, hunny, you’re wasting your time. A fem’s voice joins the taunts of the first voice, who she names Predator, with a tone bored and mutterings negative. She tries to grasp at his heart and drag him down into the mud, too, but does so subtly with only small whispering suggestions, an attempt to seduce the worst out of him instead of force it.
The third voice just listens to the rest, Joker can practically see the tricky grin dancing alight on his dark face. They are all going about it the wrong way and getting themselves all wound up about it. Prank is just out to have fun and he’d rather work along with Joker than destroy him. If that happens, where would they go? They would be taken to the grave with him and could only pray there is a God that would send them with him to hell. If there is such a place at all.
Joker draws in a sharp breath and with a glare and a flash of his teeth he banishes the three with a small vestige of strength he has happened to find. He turns the glower suspiciously on Spirit, his whole appearance turning prickly as he moves closer to her, shoulders rolling beneath his pelt similar to a stalking cat as he makes his way around her.
“Nevermind them,” he commands, as if she can hear the trio too. “What have we here, something much more important.” Is that flattery? He’s not even sure. An amused smirk tickles his features and he rubs his head against the mare’s side as he walks by her.
~Joker
Red=Predator
Blue=Prank
Green=Sin
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Post by Spirit on Sept 11, 2008 7:37:05 GMT -5
Spirit watched the stallion as he closed his eyes tightly.He had a troubled look on his face.Spirit couldn't help but feel sorry for him.She heard him say “You,” but he said it as if he was confused and didn't understand something. “I nearly ran into you,” She heard him add quietly.
Well, it's me.Yes you nearly did run into me.Anyway forget that you almost did, I'm allright you didn't harm me.
What do you mean just forget it?!?!He nearly hit you!! She shook her head."Get out of my head," She whispered.Darling, you have done the right thing don't listen to your other side. She smiled to herself she had done the "Right thing."She hadn't done that in a long time.Then she heard a voice that hadn't been heard often. Can't you two just leave this poor soul alone?She can handle Everything by herself!Just leave her alone for about an hour to let her have a break! With that the voices in her head seemed to quiet. "Finally."
She watched the sky as it started to clear a little bit.It wasn't so dark as it was before, and it didn't hang so low.The wind picked up a little bit more, maybe it was just a passing storm?Well anyway it wasn't raining or storming yet.She was a little relieved that it hadn't stormed.
Spirit looked at the stallion and he said something to her “What have we here, something much more important.” She almost sorta ignored it.Then something came to her she didn't know his name.She looked at him,
My calling is Spirit, and what might be yours?
The leaves were blowing around wildly, and the trees were swaying from the wind.She was so glad that the voices had left for a little while, It was nice to not have them.Why did she have them?
She was a little startled when the stallion rubbed his against her side.She wasn't sure if she liked it.She took a step away from him, but nothing came from her maw.Staying quiet might be a good thing, for now at least.It was getting a little quiet, it was different not hearing all the voices she normally heard.
†Spirt †
Good side = White
Bad side = Red
Spirit speaking = Blue
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Post by Halo on Sept 11, 2008 9:32:56 GMT -5
He kind of liked it when she stepped warily away from him, something inside delighted by the ability to do make her do so. He would have tried again with something similar if she had not spoken up. The stag pauses in his circling, lifting his head with a lean of the dial with an expression of mock thought rubbed sloppily on his face. “My name? Oh, and what would you do with it. My accursed calling was decided ‘Joker me This’. But I have cast away the worthless pieces of that name and fate has settled on just Joker. I am the true King of the Highlands of Darkened Frost.”
A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth, eyes dancing with amusement, pondering what sort of thoughts his title might inspire in that pretty little head of hers. And her name interests him and he has to wonder if her calling has any bearing on her attitude or personality. It would be interesting, but his mind does not linger on it for too long as the wind catches his attention and draws his eyes upward towards the sky.
“Storm is coming in. My mountain might actually tremble in its wake,” he muses, conversing in almost a civilized manner as he takes a few steps beyond Spirit with the wind tugging heartily at his mane and tail. Then suddenly his eyes turn on her, piercing and unblinking even in the fierceness of the new winds.
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it's not too good.)
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Post by Spirit on Sept 27, 2008 12:04:43 GMT -5
Spirit wasn't really paying attention to what he said, she didn't want to have to go with some crazed beast, The voices in her head still hadn't come back to haunt her, to take over life. The sky flashed from lightning and the ground shook from the thunder.
I'll find some place to stay, You need not watch over me I can take care of myself.
This comment she wasn't really sure who it was directed at, maybe it was him or those horrid voices in her head? Spirit looked around for a cave or something to shield her from this wind, and all the noise and light. The sky opened up and the rain started to pour down. Spirit looked hard but was barely able to see because the rain was puring down so hard. The rain almost stung as it hit her skin, Her pelt was drenched from the rain. Taking a careful step forward she looked as far as she could see in front of her which wasn't far, an opening, a cave. It was a shelter, or was it just an illusion.
She took a few steps closer to the opening and it was a cave, she looked at the stallion standing there. Did he also see what she saw? Spirit turned her body around and stood next to Joker. She was trying to think of what to say, another flash of lighting hitting the ground near them and a loud bang of thunder made her decide soon.
There is a cave over there, we can get out of the storm, Come on!
She pointed in the direction and walked slowly, making sure the stallion knew where she was. The rain seemed to pour even harder hindering her view of the cave, The cave came into view as she took a few more steps. She got inside, away from the rain, the noise, and the light. Her pelt was still wet, and the cave was cold, but at least she wasn't out there. Joker still was though, he would have seen her and maybe he would come over her at least he would be out of the rain.
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Post by Halo on Sept 27, 2008 20:34:28 GMT -5
“Hm...” is his only response to the mare’s words. He looks up at the sky, squinting against the rain as if questioning it. And then Spirit announces the safety of the cave, inviting him along. But for several long moments he simply watches her go, her form wavering in the sheets of water pouring upon them. And, in no big hurry, he slowly lifts his legs and they carry him with little care towards the cave she had pointed out. The lightning and thunder doesn’t bother him in the least bit.
He steps into the mouth of the cave, just beyond the reach of the rain and with a mighty heave shakes. Water splatters across the cave walls like translucent blood and Joker finds himself wishing it were the scarlet breath. Not his, of course, heavens (or hell) no. But blood would be nice.
The dark brute steps deeper into the cavern, ears twitching at the sound of water dripping off deeper within the bowels of the earth beast. It’s damp, he notices, and he glances towards the mare. She has had to notice his presence, his hoof beats echoing off the stone walls. His eyes glance about, finding brush and other debris that had blown in by the wind of storms past and he pushes it together onto a pile.
Lowering his head, his breathes out his nostrils and summons fire forth from his breath, the hungry tendrils licking at the dry kindling and lighting the cave up with its warm orange glow. The King lifts his head, a look of satisfaction glowing in his green eyes. “You can come closer,” he calls to Spirit, half glancing before curling his fores beneath him and plomping himself beside the warmth. “We’ll be here for awhile.”
~Joker
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Post by Spirit on Oct 3, 2008 17:54:13 GMT -5
Spirit looked out the open mouth of the cave, the rain was pouring down as hard as it could. Never for a second did it let up.Spirit stayed where she was, she didn't want to go nearer to the fire. She was amazed at how he could start a fire like that.
Which Guardian did you acquire that power from?
She knew it could only be granted by a guardian, but she wondered which one it was. The fire danced about as Spirits eyes followed it, she actually enjoyed watching the fire, she enjoyed even more that the voices in her head had subsided. Spirit turned her head to the opening of the cave to watch the rain fall. She watched the lighting light up the sky. The Thunder chrashed, and rain poured.It was a miserable day to say the least.
Shpirit then turned her attention to Joker, she took a step nearer to the fire, but cautiously. The fire felt warm and made it a little brighter, and it was sorta fun to watch the fire. Spirit pushed a few more dry pieces of wood on to the fire. The noise of the rain seemed to get quieter by the minute, allthough that might not have been true.
T..Thank you for the fire.
she hadn't said "thank you" often, and she didn't really like to say it, but this time it seemed different. Spirit didn't notice it much, but the thunder had ceased to make noise, and the light also ceased. The rain was stilling coming down though.
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Post by Halo on Oct 4, 2008 21:08:55 GMT -5
“Namid,” he answers suddenly and sharply, not wasting much time on the answer for it is not very important to him anymore. He had gotten what he wanted and until he decides to return for his second level it means nothing. Out of the corner of his eye he watches Spirit, curious and yet willing to keep his distance. Companionship and socializing are not important either, just an added part of life.
But he is also willing to stay where he is, in no hurry to rush out into the still roaring storm to return to his mountain and hills. Besides, he has gotten comfortable now, settled in by the much more preferred warmth. Funny how he should have chosen a frozen northern terra when he likes to be warm much better. Life is full of contradictions and so he doesn’t focus too much on it.
Spirit’s thanks drift down his ears, awakening him from his thoughts. He grunts and nods once in answer, eyes focused on the fire. He needs to practice if he wants to master this beginner’s level. It’s so shameful to be at the bottom, but he will make quick work of this dishonorable badge and step up soon enough. With a little focus he causes the flames to grow, shooting up in a small pillar for a short time, the eager flames licking the ceiling of the cave black before he loses strength on the hold and it falls back into the kindling.
“Why were you wandering alone, Spirit. No family to huddle with, a home to return to?” Why is he being conversational?
~Joker
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