Post by ♥ Unchained Melody on Jul 23, 2006 23:33:15 GMT -5
A long, long time ago, equines lived together in peace, never fighting, never arguing. Peace. Times were great. Times were of greatness and no one ever thought of power. The lord Truculent had been placed upon this land by Mother Moon hundreds of years ago to keep the peace between each other. As a gift and in exchange for this ever-lasting peace, a blue feather was tied into Truculent's mane. About several years ago, two brutes stood out from the rest and destroyed the feather without any regards for others...
A large, but young ebon hued colt stood silently, his nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. His dark orbs fell upon the mutilated carcass of his father, foolish enough to try and stop his plans. Auds flicked backwards, listening to his cousin speak.
Sartyic, I will find and kill your idiotic mother before she tells of your secrets to Truculent.
The gypsy vanner said quietly, his growing mane slightly moving with the breeze. The friesian and gypsy vanner were quite large for their age, their age three exactly. Built strongly and very muscular, they knew they were strong and they used their strength as if they were only one equine, not two. The ebony one continued to stare at his fathers body emotionless, a large pool of blood forming around his steel pistons.
Good. Exactly what you should do.
Sartyic paused for only a moment before continuing.
Now go, find her quickly and kill her. Make her scream with pleads and forgiveness. Don't be trapped by her glamourous beauty and her lies. Kill her Bajii.
Bajii nodded his crown fericiously and turned quickly, cantering off, the way that his aunt had gone. Auds pinned backwards, he heard Bajii leaving and with a lasting look at his sire, he trotted away into the darkness after his cousin...
Now as this was going on, in a meadow quite a bit away, a dappled gray stag stood, watching his young colt settle down to sleep. Truculent sighed, his auds pricked forward and listening for danger that may harm his only foal. The brute was very old but still in shape and an awesome fighter, and a dark blue feather tied into his mane. His son did not look anything like him, but he had the spirit and pride. Scenting the air, his dial turned quickly at the hurried arrival of his trusting friend.
Sir! I was just taking a look around the land when I came upon a strong looking colt and an older one. There was also a gypsy vanner watching from a distance.
He then breathed for a minute before continuing.
Suddenly the colt, a friesian, lunged at the others neck and ripped it open. Then before my eyes he killed the elder one so brutally. I overheard a conversation but by then, I was trembling. The gypsy vanner or Bajii, I think his name was is going to kill the friesian's dam so she cannot tell you of his secrets or something.
He took another breath and looked quietly at his Lord.
They did not spot me...
Were his final words. Truculent, knew that this would happen one day, but he had a colt to care for. Dipping his dial to the chestnut stallion, he excused him for the night. The chestnut nodded back and went along his way to his own herd. The old gray stud looked sadly at his one year old, afraid for him. Shaking his head, he thought the story through a couple of times before deciding that the two colts would build an army first, then start the war. Looking out across the widespread fields of scattered herds, he sighed heavily.
The deed was done. The dam of Demon lay against a tree, blood splattering the sweet grass around her carcass and pool forming also. Bajii was also splattered with blood. For such a beauty, she was a furious fight. She was also older but still, she ripped a chunk of hide out of his hindquarters. Blood began to dry on his mane and tail and upon his face and his legs. Walking over to the pond, he looked at the bloody mess he was in. Appendai moved his bloody form into the crystal water were he rolled around, cleansing the wound and the mares blood off his hide. He snorted happily as blood ran into the water and diseased the water.
What are you doing?
A quiet voice said. Bajii turned quickly and pinned back his auds, Nothing.
He said shortly, answering Sartyic's question. The ebon colt shook his torso and stamped a hoof impatiently.
Come, we must get to work.
Sartyic spoke quietly as he started to walk away. Catching his eye, he stopped in front of his dams mangled body. Lowering his maw, he drank from the pool of blood around the mother, and then continued on his way with Bajii following several feet away.
Now, as you can see, the two colts have been growing mighty fine. A year or two passed and already they had many, many followers and a very large army. The two colts were now three but they did not know that their plans and actions were being heard and watched...
Truculent reared up on his hindlegs, his sharp hooves striking the air angrily. This was it. The time had come for war. The equines who had not betrayed him or their families were ready. Truculent turned to look at all his friends and loved ones, hoping the best for them. They were strong, all of them. Foals had been safely placed in many different havens. Turning his large dial, the gray stallion watched as his brethren lined up, ready to protect themselves and for peace. Then his attention was turned to the other side of the valley, were a piercing scream called out to them all. On hearing this, two shapes formed out from the other side. Bajii and Sartyic. Their manes and tails had grown out, their build and spirits stronger. Behind them, groups of about thirty appeared, screaming out their own calls and rearing. The ebony friesian looked sharply at the army and they hushed instantly. For a few moments, the dark horses and the light horses stared at each other, nothing but silence. That would all change.
Mind chilling screams raced through the evening, horses killing and dying everywhere. They all fought viciously and bravely. The darks had lost half of their army but they were still stronger. Nobody noticed by a lone stygian coloured foal watching the battle from a distance, not being seen or heard. His lurid opticals fell upon a young stallion, trampling a dark one to death. Auds went forward and he turned to scan once more for his father. Looking all around he finally saw him, battling so furiously with a young black friesian. Sartyic and Truculent. Sartyic was wounded badly but still fought with feeling. A large slice on his cheek dripped with dark red blood, his neck, legs and back filled with many horror cuts and bruises. Smirking he reared and struck the elder in the face with his daggers at the precise moment, blowing him to the ground. Truculent let out a piercing scream that stopped equines from fighting but instead looked on the fight between the two titans. Sartyic also screamed, but it was on of joy. Towering over the fallen stallion, Sartyic's lurid visionaries gleamed maliciously. Truculent knew that his time had come. Sartyic smirked greatly walking in a menacing circle around his prey.
Well, what have we got here? An old fool trying to overcome and stop me? Sure you fought well, but not well enough. My last and final words to you are goodbye.
Lowering his crania and ripping out the blue feather from his opponents mane, he crushed it with his sharp iviories in a single moment. Like an explosion, a silent and incredibly powerful wind swept over the land and knocked every equine off their hooves and onto the ground. Though the breath was slammed from his form, Sartyic found the strength he needed and pulled himself to his pillars, trembling slightly. Without warning, the the friesian reared up, slamming down into the dappled stag's stomach and ribs. Then he rolled his large body over Truculent, crushing his bones and spine. Then the most chilling, screech erupted from the half dead brute who lay broken on the ground. The sound was heard all over Eternal Moonlight, equines still picking themselves up from the ground. The ebony colt gasped with horror, his eyes wide with fear and loathing as he watched from his place on the ground, still wind-blown. Sartyic laughed out, his lucid orbs afire. Truculent then died painfully, crushed and ripped apart. Luce equines who survived fled with speed and agility, racing to find havens and their foals. Furred animals appeared from the forest to behind Sartyic and Bajii, waiting for the signal. Sartyic nodded his summit slowly and the wolves followed the horses who fled, trying to kill the ones left behind or wounded...
A few years had passed and the ebony colt, who was now a six year old brute, stood over Sartyic's carcass. His name was Sanctuary and he had finally sought his revenge and dutifully followed it. His lovely mare, Willow stood to the side, watching in triumph and adoration. Mother Moon had given him and Willow a single dark blue feather in exchange for some of their blood. Glistening orbs scanned over Willow and stopped on the blue feather that was tied neatly into his silken mane. Tired appendai moved forth and he walked over, touching his muzzle to hers.
Our time has come.
The past has been presented to you and now its your turn to continue the story of Bloodstone. Will you choose to go with the Halo-Bearers? Or will you side with the Score? Maybe you don't know which side so it will be the Rebels? The rest is up to you. Those who will continue with your equines and their own legacy are the following-
Sanctuary
Willow
A large, but young ebon hued colt stood silently, his nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. His dark orbs fell upon the mutilated carcass of his father, foolish enough to try and stop his plans. Auds flicked backwards, listening to his cousin speak.
Sartyic, I will find and kill your idiotic mother before she tells of your secrets to Truculent.
The gypsy vanner said quietly, his growing mane slightly moving with the breeze. The friesian and gypsy vanner were quite large for their age, their age three exactly. Built strongly and very muscular, they knew they were strong and they used their strength as if they were only one equine, not two. The ebony one continued to stare at his fathers body emotionless, a large pool of blood forming around his steel pistons.
Good. Exactly what you should do.
Sartyic paused for only a moment before continuing.
Now go, find her quickly and kill her. Make her scream with pleads and forgiveness. Don't be trapped by her glamourous beauty and her lies. Kill her Bajii.
Bajii nodded his crown fericiously and turned quickly, cantering off, the way that his aunt had gone. Auds pinned backwards, he heard Bajii leaving and with a lasting look at his sire, he trotted away into the darkness after his cousin...
Now as this was going on, in a meadow quite a bit away, a dappled gray stag stood, watching his young colt settle down to sleep. Truculent sighed, his auds pricked forward and listening for danger that may harm his only foal. The brute was very old but still in shape and an awesome fighter, and a dark blue feather tied into his mane. His son did not look anything like him, but he had the spirit and pride. Scenting the air, his dial turned quickly at the hurried arrival of his trusting friend.
Sir! I was just taking a look around the land when I came upon a strong looking colt and an older one. There was also a gypsy vanner watching from a distance.
He then breathed for a minute before continuing.
Suddenly the colt, a friesian, lunged at the others neck and ripped it open. Then before my eyes he killed the elder one so brutally. I overheard a conversation but by then, I was trembling. The gypsy vanner or Bajii, I think his name was is going to kill the friesian's dam so she cannot tell you of his secrets or something.
He took another breath and looked quietly at his Lord.
They did not spot me...
Were his final words. Truculent, knew that this would happen one day, but he had a colt to care for. Dipping his dial to the chestnut stallion, he excused him for the night. The chestnut nodded back and went along his way to his own herd. The old gray stud looked sadly at his one year old, afraid for him. Shaking his head, he thought the story through a couple of times before deciding that the two colts would build an army first, then start the war. Looking out across the widespread fields of scattered herds, he sighed heavily.
The deed was done. The dam of Demon lay against a tree, blood splattering the sweet grass around her carcass and pool forming also. Bajii was also splattered with blood. For such a beauty, she was a furious fight. She was also older but still, she ripped a chunk of hide out of his hindquarters. Blood began to dry on his mane and tail and upon his face and his legs. Walking over to the pond, he looked at the bloody mess he was in. Appendai moved his bloody form into the crystal water were he rolled around, cleansing the wound and the mares blood off his hide. He snorted happily as blood ran into the water and diseased the water.
What are you doing?
A quiet voice said. Bajii turned quickly and pinned back his auds, Nothing.
He said shortly, answering Sartyic's question. The ebon colt shook his torso and stamped a hoof impatiently.
Come, we must get to work.
Sartyic spoke quietly as he started to walk away. Catching his eye, he stopped in front of his dams mangled body. Lowering his maw, he drank from the pool of blood around the mother, and then continued on his way with Bajii following several feet away.
Now, as you can see, the two colts have been growing mighty fine. A year or two passed and already they had many, many followers and a very large army. The two colts were now three but they did not know that their plans and actions were being heard and watched...
Truculent reared up on his hindlegs, his sharp hooves striking the air angrily. This was it. The time had come for war. The equines who had not betrayed him or their families were ready. Truculent turned to look at all his friends and loved ones, hoping the best for them. They were strong, all of them. Foals had been safely placed in many different havens. Turning his large dial, the gray stallion watched as his brethren lined up, ready to protect themselves and for peace. Then his attention was turned to the other side of the valley, were a piercing scream called out to them all. On hearing this, two shapes formed out from the other side. Bajii and Sartyic. Their manes and tails had grown out, their build and spirits stronger. Behind them, groups of about thirty appeared, screaming out their own calls and rearing. The ebony friesian looked sharply at the army and they hushed instantly. For a few moments, the dark horses and the light horses stared at each other, nothing but silence. That would all change.
Mind chilling screams raced through the evening, horses killing and dying everywhere. They all fought viciously and bravely. The darks had lost half of their army but they were still stronger. Nobody noticed by a lone stygian coloured foal watching the battle from a distance, not being seen or heard. His lurid opticals fell upon a young stallion, trampling a dark one to death. Auds went forward and he turned to scan once more for his father. Looking all around he finally saw him, battling so furiously with a young black friesian. Sartyic and Truculent. Sartyic was wounded badly but still fought with feeling. A large slice on his cheek dripped with dark red blood, his neck, legs and back filled with many horror cuts and bruises. Smirking he reared and struck the elder in the face with his daggers at the precise moment, blowing him to the ground. Truculent let out a piercing scream that stopped equines from fighting but instead looked on the fight between the two titans. Sartyic also screamed, but it was on of joy. Towering over the fallen stallion, Sartyic's lurid visionaries gleamed maliciously. Truculent knew that his time had come. Sartyic smirked greatly walking in a menacing circle around his prey.
Well, what have we got here? An old fool trying to overcome and stop me? Sure you fought well, but not well enough. My last and final words to you are goodbye.
Lowering his crania and ripping out the blue feather from his opponents mane, he crushed it with his sharp iviories in a single moment. Like an explosion, a silent and incredibly powerful wind swept over the land and knocked every equine off their hooves and onto the ground. Though the breath was slammed from his form, Sartyic found the strength he needed and pulled himself to his pillars, trembling slightly. Without warning, the the friesian reared up, slamming down into the dappled stag's stomach and ribs. Then he rolled his large body over Truculent, crushing his bones and spine. Then the most chilling, screech erupted from the half dead brute who lay broken on the ground. The sound was heard all over Eternal Moonlight, equines still picking themselves up from the ground. The ebony colt gasped with horror, his eyes wide with fear and loathing as he watched from his place on the ground, still wind-blown. Sartyic laughed out, his lucid orbs afire. Truculent then died painfully, crushed and ripped apart. Luce equines who survived fled with speed and agility, racing to find havens and their foals. Furred animals appeared from the forest to behind Sartyic and Bajii, waiting for the signal. Sartyic nodded his summit slowly and the wolves followed the horses who fled, trying to kill the ones left behind or wounded...
A few years had passed and the ebony colt, who was now a six year old brute, stood over Sartyic's carcass. His name was Sanctuary and he had finally sought his revenge and dutifully followed it. His lovely mare, Willow stood to the side, watching in triumph and adoration. Mother Moon had given him and Willow a single dark blue feather in exchange for some of their blood. Glistening orbs scanned over Willow and stopped on the blue feather that was tied neatly into his silken mane. Tired appendai moved forth and he walked over, touching his muzzle to hers.
Our time has come.
The past has been presented to you and now its your turn to continue the story of Bloodstone. Will you choose to go with the Halo-Bearers? Or will you side with the Score? Maybe you don't know which side so it will be the Rebels? The rest is up to you. Those who will continue with your equines and their own legacy are the following-
Sanctuary
Willow
