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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 6, 2012 20:07:35 GMT -5
Softly and deftly, pillars as snowy as the substance that laid upon the evergreens far above their reaches, reached the summit that he had searched for so long. He wafted in the scent of daffodils blossoming in the summer breeze. Summer had laid its clutches on the terrain just as had the light hearted stag that he hoped to run across soon enough. Easy were his orbs, probing the heart of the land and knowing what it felt - caged and hopeless.
There was hope everywhere from the bubbling streams that his daggers playfully splashed into - to the nickering of new life that sounded from the caves. Life seemed to be so much around him, suffocating him in its beauty everywhere he turned.
Cream was his pelt, and it shone like the moon against the night sky as he leafed through the dimness of the trees. He nibbled at the heavily barked trees easily as he went along, for it must have been a fortnight since his last decent meal. Roaming the dusty foot-trodden paths of loners alike to him had done his figure little good. All the time, he had dreamed of this day where foliage laid only feet away from his maw and the skies were bright and blue as his orbs.
Lucidly, he stopped and grazed for a bit, wondering what the hold-up was with the leadership around here. Surely, they must be coming eventually. Even though he was no threat, surely it must not be best to leave a terrain unattended without a supervisor in the area? Only trouble could happen from a horrid combination of inefficiency and laze, which led the stag to think that something had gone wrong in the lands.
Was the Yarraman he had heard so much of over the long months not coming to greet this traveler?
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Post by Thowra on Jul 6, 2012 20:18:46 GMT -5
The cream and palomino stallion moved warily around the bowl of grass, watching the newcomer. He was younger than Thowra was himself and he slowly watched, accessing this newcomer to his father’s territory. Or at least, his father’s mourning territory.
Coming to his decision, Thowra turned and walked cautiously out into the open, checking the skies as he did, long gold wings folded by his sides. He stepped forwards. “Greetings, stranger.”
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 7, 2012 6:57:12 GMT -5
Levarius stood calm, the wind blowing through his tassels and soul easily as he wondered what laid ahead. Even the slightest bustling of the grasses made him a bit nervous - made him wonder what was coming to him. So much he had heard of the hellion that was kin to him, with his flames and his character. Was there such a thing? Many a day and night had he worried and wondered if there were more like him, but it seemed difficult to imagine that he was not alone.
He saw a creamy figure slowly emerge from the bushes and acknowledged him with a slight nod of his proud skull. "Hello there. I am Levarius, a wanderer from afar," he said politely and courteously. It seems his nervousness had been in vain, for this stag seemed to have the same flames as he. What a relief had been weighed off his shoulders at the very moment. Just when he had thought something horrid would happen, light shone though and made the tunnel of darkness he had never surrendered to fade away to a distant mist.
Levarius pondered the times and the moment, at least and decided that he should ask who this was, for it surely was not the older stag he had heard so much of on journeys. "Do you know if I can speak to Yarraman, the king? I have heard so much of him, and it would be a pleasure to be in his presence," said the stag genuinely, a slight light hearted grin plastered upon his features. They were doused with the most beautiful golden sunlight one would see in years to come. Life seemed to be worth living in this terrain of immense prosperity and health.
The two of them shared hues - almost, for both of them were simply shades of cream. He, himself seemed to be just a shade darker than this fellow that he had met with. It was not a good nor bad thing, yet simply it defined them by hue.
"My business here was to ask you about sub-herding. I have long searched for a home where I can be free, a place where no one judges me because I have flames upon me. There are others, too in the world, who have flames but no desire to join the darkness, right?" he asked, dumbstruck that he had even gotten the chance to ask such a question. Being as young as he was, there was surely much to learn about the ways of this society.
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Post by Thowra on Jul 7, 2012 14:14:42 GMT -5
Thowra sighed, bowing his head at the mention of his brae father. One who was missed by many in the forest lands that were his home. For a few moments he did not look up, he was thinking what his father would do when it came to this sort of situation..
“I am afraid Yarraman is no longer the king here. Not so long ago, there was a fight, and he was killed. Ever since The Brolga killed my father, I have led these lands, though I am still yet to defeat that stallion. I am Thowra, Yarraman’s heir.”
His flames flickered slightly as he looked at the other. “It is best that The Brolga is avoided at all times. If he sees you then he will hunt me down, and at the moment, I have no desire to have that fight with him. I am not yet strong enough.”
He sighed. “I though will permit you to stay.”
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 17, 2012 18:54:01 GMT -5
Paled was his expression, life draining from his features as he mulled over the fact that life here would not be as luxurious as he had previously thought it. A herd of those bound by the nature of the wind amused him, drawing him inward to the thick pines and soft ferns that his pillars tread against. An illusion of the mind had kept him searching, wondering if true perfection was within the world or if one only reached it upon looking the gods in the eyes. His massive skull shook in interior agony as he looked back to the young son of the great warrior.
"You shall," he said lacking emotion. "You shall defeat him and take back the throne that rightfully belongs to you," he nodded, knowing he had not gained great prestige in this land yet and knowing that his words meant little at this time - but it was true. And one who knows the truth and does not speak it is a liar. Levarius hardly even spoke to those types, let alone would he even begin to classify himself as anything less than a noble being of light and inner wealth. One must not have all the power in the world, but to simply exist within her wars and famine was true honor. To survive each day showed the strength of one who could overcome anything.
The stag shook his skull easily, his cream tassels flipping to the other side of his nape. "I worry not of the Brolga," he said simply. "But I will abide your orders," he said, knowing that if he came across the stag, it would surely be trouble - but not for him. Laughing slightly, he looked back to his new friend. Being the spirited stag he was, he knew that he and the king would become great friends.
"Good," said Levarius, looking back to him with a grin and a nod. "I am honored," he said, knowing that now was not the best time to ask if he wanted assistance with this annoying stag. Certainly, it was none of his business. Although Levarius was rather nosy and was spirited, he knew when it was time to be done for the day and walk away. Now was not the time to engage in combat with the deep storm stag that haunted this land and left its prestigious name in the dust as he gained power and mares.
Prestige gained by ill means was always short lived.
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Post by Thowra on Jul 17, 2012 19:03:04 GMT -5
Thowra smiled as he lowered his head to grab at the grass near his hooves. He knew when the worst times for the forest where, in summer, when fires were getting more common because of The Brolga. The grey horse did not care where the flames in his mane and tail went, whether they were carried by the wind into trees which were the homes of birds and other creatures.
"One day he will fall, but when, we will not know until it happens." He sighed, looking about, watching the sky. Was it just him or did that bird above look like one of The Brolgas spies? "I think it is time I hid back in the shelter of the forest. I suppose I had better show you around, yes?" So that the other did not unkowningly enter where the Brolga often was. "There are some areas that are The Brolgas' and others are mine and for those who share this land with us."
He snorted, glaring up at the bird hanging in the sky. Then he grimaced.
"Oh dear."
The bird flitting off.
Currawong flew off, cackling with laughter. He knew there was a stranger in his lord's land and wouldn't the Brolga be interested in a trespasser, who seemed to be on Thowra's side?
He dove down, landing on a tree where he could see the Brolga rolling on. "Master Brolga, I have news for you."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 18, 2012 13:18:56 GMT -5
Surely, the ivory stag would fit in just dashingly with the others that resided in the snow drenched forest as they shared the same hue and the same nature. Crystalline orbs scanned the shrubs upon the ground, a sort of defiance about him sticking out - not towards the creamy but of the nature of the one who dared to challenge his rule. Since this was now his home, he would have to defend it to the best of his abilities now that he had finally arrived in the terrain of oppression.
Scorched land around him seemed to flare in the heat of the day, yet the creamy knew that it was not the true king that had caused the land's pain, but the one that had wielded his flames against him. Obviously, regardless of the king's words, the grey stag probably thought all the land was his. For now, they would have to lay low and be not seen nor heard. For if they were detected, it could spell disaster - Levarius did not know how strong this stag was. Surely, if the creamy before him thought that this stag was a threat, he would tread lightly.
Levarius followed the great stag through the trees and shrubs, knowing that they would soon be in the density of the forest. "I suppose he has completely turned this land against you?" he asked, watching the bird fly about the sky. "What a shame," he said, shaking his mighty crown.
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Massive muscles rippled under the silken pelt, flames crawling over him like an ant upon a ripe apple. It was not amusing to him not to have anyone to torment day in and day out. Certainly, he would have to make a trip to the river to fulfill these destinies he had pursued. After all, he was the most powerful being within these lands. What a shame it was that the great chestnut's colt had to be such a failure. Why, he hadn't even beckoned to the great and wonderful ruler for a duel.
Brolga laughed, admiring the scenic terrain that was completely, and utterly his. Only his.
Suddenly, he saw a small figure come to land on a nearby oak tree. Rolling his orbs, he turned back, knowing that the creatures of this land could be annoyances at times. "What do you want?" he asked, watching Currawong, his spy from above. Perhaps, he actually had something interesting to say instead of just rambling about the hares burrowing or the blue jays returning to the land.
Yes, perhaps, he had news about Thowra and his location so that he could relish in watching his blood scatter the woodland floor. "This had better be good, or I shall scorch you with my flames," he murmured, looking back at the small bird.
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Post by Thowra on Jul 18, 2012 23:38:11 GMT -5
Thowra sighed as he walked through his homeland. He hated to see such utter distruction about, but he knew there was little he could do against The Brolga’s wrath at the moment. One day though he would reclaim what was rightfully his, when he knew he had the strength to defeat the Brolga.
“Not all of the land here answers to The Brolga. I have my allies amongst the birds of this land, as well as many who live on the ground as we do. The dingos, the gang gangs, the kangaroos, wombats and the mopoke owl who calls this home. And maybe, one of The Brolga’s daughters herself.”
He eyed the sky for a few moments. “We best get back to where we are safe. The Currawong is no friend of mine, and I know he’s going to alert his master that I’m out in the open. Try to leave no tracks if you can so that he has a harder time finding us. I can’t chance a fight with the Brolga yet, I’m not strong enough. That time has not come.”
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The bird did not even blink at the threat. He knew that the news he had would certainly be of good standing with the mighty grey whos withers he had landed on. “A cream, gold and silver young horse I spotted not far from here. He’s out of hiding again, mighty master. The one you want to find. Oh and another I saw talking to him. Also a creamy too. A stranger.” |
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