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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 9, 2010 16:12:06 GMT -5
Fantasma Darkened rays of light danced across the deep, scorching sands. There was not a drop of water that dared to fall from the skies. It stayed in other lands, lands of the ignorant. Malign was something that could be used to describe the lands. Still, others lived there, to the new king's surprise. A large crystalline oasis laid in the center of the place, just enough for all of the creatures to have even an existence. They disgusted him, truly. Their time would come, and it would be soon. Examining it carefully, the stag decided that it would be his new place of dwelling.
The new king was ebony, purely ebony. The icy pools, the hue of the skies above scanned it once more, seeing a family of rabbits huddled together in the moonlight. They were his first target. Carefully, even cautiously, he raised a single dagger off the ground, pawing them. The moved after the deed, twitching and gasping for their breath. It was too late though. The darkness had descended upon them, and there was nothing they could do. Smirking, he watched as liquid crimson poured from their delicate forms, onto the light sands.
Raising his crown, he screamed his mightiness to the world, knowing that any challenger would be ripped apart the moment he tried. "I am Fantasma, your new ruler. You will respect me or die!" the masculine lyrics shouted, making themselves heard to any individual brute or fae within miles. This was his. Purely his. The lands were tainted, just as the stag was. No turning back.
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Post by mismile on Oct 9, 2010 16:47:40 GMT -5
Sunny slid to a stop as she reached the oasis. The blue sky did nothing to hide the scorching flames of the sun. She sighed and surveyed the land. Her land.
She was born and raised in this land. Sneaking a gulp of the cobalt blue water as she passed, Sunny trotted up to the top of her favorite sand dune. From here, she could watch over everything in the oasis and for miles beyond. Everything appeared normal. The herd of 5 mares and their new foals, led by a huge bay Arabian stallion, was drinking and feasting leisurely in the hot sun. The Arab foals bucked and frolicked happily in the lush grass. A herd of pronghorns was drinking from the other side of the oasis. They watched the horses with faint interest as they gained their refreshments. The young pronghorns scurried behind their mothers as one of the foals whinnied at them. Sunny smiled. Everything appeared normal.
Except...
Movement caught her eye and she whipped around to take a look. A stallion, his black coat a complete contrast to her ivory coloring, stood on a nearby dune and screamed the words she dreaded to hear... she was being challenged. She snorted and her ears shot back. She uttered a piercing whinny of warning and the herd below them shot over the dunes and out of sight. The pronghorns scurried away after them. Now it was just Sunny and the stallion in the oasis. She stood tall, her neck arched and her teeth bared. She was in charge. This was her territory.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 9, 2010 17:21:08 GMT -5
The ebony whipcord that hung from the hindquarters of the malevolent one flicked side to side as he saw another victim. A fae, so simple and lonely. Without thought, he lucidly moved his pillars to her, smirking. Uncaring was his mien, and emotion was something that he lacked. So many had it, but to his advantage, he was left without it. Fantasma's features were contorted into a smile of malice now as he reached her. It was the look of murder; it was the look of the end.
The fae was quite exquisite, a pallid ivory, like the moon on a clear night. "Greetings, fae," he murmured, making his way around her. "Why don't we do this the easy way? We go to Amour Pasible, and no one gets hurt," he said, getting right to the point with his speech. The new king's deportment was atrocious, and his form was massive, towering over the simple fae. There were others like her in this land of freedom, but that was over. Their reign had ended long ago.
If she fought, she would end up like the small burrow of rabbits, ripped to shreds. It was always fun to cause dismay and even death to creatures, whether they be capable of producing his young or not. It was a recondite matter, faes were. One moment they could love you, and they next, they could be little hellions. Then again, they could be quite rudimentary too. Today was not a day to question though. Not for her, not for him.
ooc: ickk. muse is bad
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Post by mismile on Oct 9, 2010 17:29:21 GMT -5
Sunny snorted. This stallion didn't scare her in the least. He must expect her to cower, the way he moved around her. Sure, he towered over her, but she had learned that big wasn't scary... fear was relative. She was fearless. She watched him with her ears back, still standing tall and protective.
"What is it you want, stallion?" She spit the last word, her voice oozing with venom. She saw no need to be kind to this wannabe-leader. He could harass her all he wanted, she would never turn this land over to a heartless killer. She could tell by the way he stood, the way his eyes glistened with bloodthirsty senseless rage. All he wanted was blood.
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