Post by i!shadow!i on Feb 23, 2008 23:03:18 GMT -5
L.et T.he B.attle B.egin
Zephyr
.I. The wind howled furiously in the dark depths of the fighting valley. It whistled and cooed to its victims to draw them into the deathly trap. Birds were no where to be seen. Any creature, was no where to be seen. The air was chilled, and even worse with the wind. The grass was covered with the thick layer of snow, and then layered over that, was the thick, slippery ice, created by the rain. But now, now that ice was becoming cracked, cracked by the black, heavy hooves, of a Gypsy Vanner.
.II. Zephyr walked slowly across the ice. He dug each of his daggers into the ice, cracking it with each step. The point of his hoof digging deep into each spot and leaving a deep mark, just like Zephyr wanted into his opponents body. Even though Zephyr wasn't evil, something horrible ran through his veins. Though his heart was good, part of his mind was something bad, like a scar. And he wasn't born with it, it was engraved in him when he was three, when his father vanished with the humans. When his mother abandoned him, and no longer called him her son. All it seemed she cared about was Zephyr's father. He was just the outcast, the one who no one cared for. Now, Zephyr had nowhere to turn, not to his mother, not to his father, for in a way, they both betrayed him. But it was probably his mother more than his father. Now, Zephyr made a promise to become the best horse of the Arrowheads, the top one, the strongest. So, he had to first defeat this horse, get his territory, then take some mares, then, fight Diablo, the king of the Arrowheads.
.III. Zephyr turned to where he expected Illusion to enter from. When he remembered the mare, he would be glad to get her out of his own territory if he won. Foolish mares who thought they were in charge, Zephyr would teach them. He shook his large mane wildly, frost and some snow flew off and landed besides him. His blue ice orbs stared at one patch of grubs where Magic Mountains was. Illusion would be coming from there. He hoped he came quick, and that Zephyr would win the battle, making it easy for Illusion and his herd, just to scatter before they think to much of it.
.IV. Zephyr then found something, a bird. He sighed, and then walked under a dead tree. The bird was there. It seemed to be a crow. Zephyr stuck out his tongue. Not this one, he thought. He walked back out from under the tree, even though he was hungry, he would rather a more colorful bird that doesn't smell like dead and rotten meat. It probably tasted like that too. He yawned, when was this Illusion going to come? He was surprised when Illusion had been so kind to an intruder. He'd never met someone like that. He'd been kicked out from two herds already, one twice. He opened his maw and let his scream ring. His vocals shook and vibrated as he continued. His challenging call rang once again, this time with a little edge, because now, they were ready to fight.
Zephyr
.I. The wind howled furiously in the dark depths of the fighting valley. It whistled and cooed to its victims to draw them into the deathly trap. Birds were no where to be seen. Any creature, was no where to be seen. The air was chilled, and even worse with the wind. The grass was covered with the thick layer of snow, and then layered over that, was the thick, slippery ice, created by the rain. But now, now that ice was becoming cracked, cracked by the black, heavy hooves, of a Gypsy Vanner.
.II. Zephyr walked slowly across the ice. He dug each of his daggers into the ice, cracking it with each step. The point of his hoof digging deep into each spot and leaving a deep mark, just like Zephyr wanted into his opponents body. Even though Zephyr wasn't evil, something horrible ran through his veins. Though his heart was good, part of his mind was something bad, like a scar. And he wasn't born with it, it was engraved in him when he was three, when his father vanished with the humans. When his mother abandoned him, and no longer called him her son. All it seemed she cared about was Zephyr's father. He was just the outcast, the one who no one cared for. Now, Zephyr had nowhere to turn, not to his mother, not to his father, for in a way, they both betrayed him. But it was probably his mother more than his father. Now, Zephyr made a promise to become the best horse of the Arrowheads, the top one, the strongest. So, he had to first defeat this horse, get his territory, then take some mares, then, fight Diablo, the king of the Arrowheads.
.III. Zephyr turned to where he expected Illusion to enter from. When he remembered the mare, he would be glad to get her out of his own territory if he won. Foolish mares who thought they were in charge, Zephyr would teach them. He shook his large mane wildly, frost and some snow flew off and landed besides him. His blue ice orbs stared at one patch of grubs where Magic Mountains was. Illusion would be coming from there. He hoped he came quick, and that Zephyr would win the battle, making it easy for Illusion and his herd, just to scatter before they think to much of it.
.IV. Zephyr then found something, a bird. He sighed, and then walked under a dead tree. The bird was there. It seemed to be a crow. Zephyr stuck out his tongue. Not this one, he thought. He walked back out from under the tree, even though he was hungry, he would rather a more colorful bird that doesn't smell like dead and rotten meat. It probably tasted like that too. He yawned, when was this Illusion going to come? He was surprised when Illusion had been so kind to an intruder. He'd never met someone like that. He'd been kicked out from two herds already, one twice. He opened his maw and let his scream ring. His vocals shook and vibrated as he continued. His challenging call rang once again, this time with a little edge, because now, they were ready to fight.
