Lazarus, I Call Thee « Thread Started on Jan 26, 2007, 2:56pm »
Everyone said you are only as strong as you think you are, and that in many cases is true. But there are exceptions. Differences. I, was one of these. I always thought to myself that secretly I could move a mountain with a nudge of my muzzle. Braun was what I once thought was strength, but now I know it is inner strength that counts, the things that control all your emotions and thoughts. To be able to be powerful to yourself is like being able to pick up Australia and throw it over to France. The truth came crashing down on top of me when I saw the beast. I thought, as I have all ready explained, that I could knock it down instantly, but when he matched my challenged like a mirror image I thought 'What am I doing? I'm a horse, this creature could crush my head into a pebble in one swift action with that paw. When I accepted he was the more powerful of the two of us, I knew I was the stronger one inside. I thought that with my...different, powers, I had given him a warning, but no, he was still lurking in the shadows.
Lazarus was the one I search for. I need this news to travel, it is a deadly brute that is thrice as strong as an angry stag. I'm evil, and I won't have a pleasant conversation, but at least he will know, at least he will understand my tale...
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Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #1 on Jan 27, 2007, 11:38am »
OOC: Sorry if this post sucks, I feel ill right now..
It was with a despicable mood that he paraded back and forth, back and forth through the vast cavern. It was raining heavily - hardly one of his favourite weather conditions, and great grey clouds had begun to shield the sky, bringing forth the prospect of a thunderous storm, despite the fact that it was spring, and that it should have been far sunnier than it was proving to be. Lazarus paced down the length of his lair, taking care not to make contact with the pillars of rock that left the ground, before twisting and contorting in their odd shapes, though not appearing at all bothered when his hooved feet smashed against loose rubble that had fell from the ceiling. The stallion snorted bitterly, allowing his pace to extend into a steady canter, and charging head-first at the stone wall that lie before him. His hoofbeats rang out through the cavern, echoing as they did so, and seeming to bounce from wall to wall in a sinister manner. The cave wall grew closer, ever closer, until it was barely metres away from his outstretched muzzle. He breathed in sharply; rolling his eyes in what could have been an outward show of fear.
It was only as his maw collided with the harsh stone that Lazarus slowed to a halt, sides heaving with the effort, crimson blood beginning to run from a scrape on the ridge of his nose. The wound throbbed dully, though the stallion seemed otherwise unharmed by his mindless rampage. Dark nostrils twitched slightly, flaring as they detected the putrid scent of a trespasser. He began to make his way steadily back through the cavern, planning on attacking the wanderer as soon as their gazes met. Lazarus gave a bitter sigh, cursing angrily under his breath as he neared the cave entrance. Who th' hell has the nerve to enter m' land? Thoughts battled viciously within his mind, forcing him to twitch involuntarily as he came to a halt, cloaked for the most part in impenetrable darkness.
Lazarus bore close resemblance to a blood-thirsty, twisted beast spat straight out of the underworld as he stood in the entrance to his abode, taking comfort from the shadows, dark eyes flashing dangerously. The stallion leapt forward, dancing as he landed, and snorting wildly. Blood continued to drip from his maw in a steady and menacing flow, though he knew that it would not take long for his injury to dry up completely. "Which fool has inadvertently signed their own death warrant?" His threat was hissed angrily, long tail whiplashing from side to side like a rattlesnake stalking its prey. "Name yerself now, or die without a last request."
Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #2 on Jan 27, 2007, 11:47am »
I looked at the brute. He stood there, his black coat coarse and dull, drops of blood dripping of his muzzle. I stared at him, thinking he reminded me of someone. I be dubbed Huntress. I be the Lady of the Island. I am here to bring news of a beast. she snorted. Stepping closer, she ran her muzzle along his left side, tossing her head and making her ebony banner dance around her boa. Slowly she seduced him, and stepped round hsi hind, before bringing my kissers up his right side. As I did this, i nipped his flank and then returned to his crown. I paced up to his dial, so there was but an inch between us, and then I re-opened my maw My, you are handsome. she gazed into his occs, enchantincg him slowly with her beautiful grey orbs.
OOC: Rubbish post. do you want something to happen between them!
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Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #3 on Jan 27, 2007, 12:18pm »
OOC: Yeah, sounds interesting. Don't expect Lazarus to take too nicely to the idea at first though xD
"Well, well. Lady of the island. Then it seems we are equals." The stallion's hissed words were laced with venom, dark orbs holding a violent gleam. Well, that ruined his plan. He could hardly attack a fellow leader.. Particularly a female. Lazarus exhaled thoughtfully, considering the best actions to take. He couldn't fight her, but perhaps he could torment the mare simply with words. Various other schemes passed through his mind, though Lazarus dismissed the majority of them.
A great snort of contempt erupted from his flared nostrils as the mare attempted to seduce him, nipping at his flank before staring straight at him with her storm grey eyes. Muscles braced defensively, weight shifting backwards as he recoiled from the female's touch. How dare she! Lazarus bared his teeth, wolf-like, backing away from the mare and edging back towards his cavern. "Don't try tha' one on me, fool. Quick, speak the news that you have brought, then remove yerself from my territory." Brown ears were pinned flat back against his skull, every muscle in his body tensed in anger. But, as he stepped lightly back and forth, an idea presented itself to him. An idea that seemed most welcoming. If the mare wanted a game, then he would give her a game, and match her foolish antics with some of his own. He would then attempt to convince the mare the step down from her throne, making him the sole leader of the island. Yes, it was a grand prospect indeed.
Relaxing his breathing as much as possible, the well-muscled stallion leapt forward once more, though this time it was in a slightly less savage manner. He stepped easily towards the mare, trying to hide his feelings of disdain. Lazarus pushed gently at her shoulder, laying his muzzle horizontally across her back for a moment or so, before stepping away once more. A dull throbbing reminded him of the blood that was seeping across his maw, though Lazarus did his best to pretend that the wound did not exist. "Speak. Now."
Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #4 on Jan 27, 2007, 12:49pm »
I glanced at him suspiciously. Why would he hesitate if he really wanted me? I thought, and it slowly came to me. He wanted to rule the island himself. She laughed silently at her thoughts before opening her kisseres. I have seen a beast. He is thrise stronger than any horse. He is not too large, but in his eyes. His eyes. Oh, god, I remember them. They burned like the coales in the furnace of Hell. I sighed. She turned round, and walked over to a rock. She mounted it, and looked round the land that surrounded the cavern. She then reared up, flailing her pillars wildly in the air, before her flints came crashing down on the stone. It was wet and slippery, and she lost her balance. She toppled off, showing her scarred side to Lazarus. The wounds she received from the monster. She pulled up her bent legs, but they buckled beneath her. Maybe he had seen she was lame when she walked over to the stone. Her hind leg was in agony, what had she done?.... OOC: Don't worry! She's fine! hehe!
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Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #5 on Jan 28, 2007, 11:42am »
The stallion gave a sound that seemed rather like the growl of a hunting wolf, watching the female as she limped away from him. A beast? Well, that was unusual, even on an island such as the one he ruled. "Are ya' sure it wasn't just yer reflection, in a puddle or somethin'?" He asked the question teasingly, though inside he was almost bursting with annoyance. Lazarus masked the emotion well, though he made no effort to follow the female as she lifted her weight onto her hind limbs. Pathetic mare, showing off like some enchanted fawn..
He continued to watch with an almost bored air, flinching slightly as the mare slipped and fell, revealing a wounded side. Ouch. That must have hurt. He stepped steadily towards the mare, tail flicking dozily at his hocks, nape rising and falling with the movement. He came to a halt next to the fallen femme, staring down at her with a look that was a hybrid of contempt and sympathy. "Well. It must've been an evil puddle.." Lazarus attempted to lighten up the situation, but he could see that the female was seriously injured.
Outstretching his neck, the stallion nudged at the mare's side, trying to force her back onto her feet. It was a dangerous situation for a horse to be in - particularly on an island surrounded by raving idiots who would not hesitate to attack her, and he knew that she would probably feel a bit better within a few moments. Lazarus gave a hesitant snort, unsure of what else could be done, for he was no medic, and so his knowledge was limited. Great. This is just what I need. Oh, damsel in distress! Various sarcastic comments raced through his mind, but the brute did his best to hold them back.
Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #6 on Jan 28, 2007, 3:18pm »
The femme nodded to the stag in thanks, and slid her hind legs under her. She pulled herself up, but her back leg seemed like it would buckle underneath her any minute now. She breathed heavily, and didn't notice the blood that poured down from her withers. She couldn't feel it, because the agony in her back column was overwhelming. Thankyou for bringing me to my senses Lazarus. she smirked I know your name, I know most of the gossip in the air. And it wasn't a reflection as horses, wolves, bears, lynxesand polecats have all reported sightings. she scratched her fore leg with her teeth, awaiting his reply.
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Re: Lazarus, I Call Thee « Reply #7 on Jan 29, 2007, 5:00am »
The brown stallion dipped his head, aknowledging her thanks, and continuing to watch as she stood once more. "Polecats? Well, someone's popul'r.." He shifted his weight from limb to limb, growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Sureky if the mare knew everything, then she wouldn't waste her breath speaking to a disillusioned stallion like himself. Silly know-it all... Lazarus glanced around the terrain, unsure of what he should be doing.
"So, uh, this beast. Wha' did it look like?" It seemed that the Lady had something to tell him, and the quicker she got it over and done with, the better. The stallion lowered his head to snatch at a few blades of grass, chewing the juicy stalks slowly in an effort to make himself appear calm and collected. In truth, he wanted to stand and scream, before returning to his cavern. But sadly, he didn't that was going to happen.
Lazarus wondered why he had not heard of this 'beast' before. 'It's 'cos you live with yer head in the clouds, always daydreamin' about nothin' in particular!' The voice in his head yelled a reply, but the stallion did his best to blank it out. He could do without having an argument with an invisible being right now - he probably looked crazy enough already. Lazarus took a neat step backwards, impatiently awaiting a reply, and hoping that it would be only a short conversation that followed.
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