Post by Thanos on Apr 27, 2008 15:39:25 GMT -5
Blood red hooves danced on the hard ground, pounded out a terrible rythum. His neck arched and held high already sure of what this battle would become. Another victory for him. Skidding to a hault he reared up, bloody hooves tearing at the sky, cursing the ones he could not hurt. Then they were slammed back onto the ground, smashing through the dried soil and leaving his bloody mark on this land. A sign that he had won. How did he know he had won already when his oponent was not even in sight? Because he always won and this time, he could get something out of killing this worthless opponent today. Land, and that mare and colt the other stag cared for so much.
* * *
Black hooves stabbed the ground, black pelt rich and deep under the sun, eyes of burning flames. This challenger would pay for challenging him, and for suggesting that he was too afraid to fight. He saw the other stag, rearing high above the earth before crashing down into it. As he got closer he too stopped and reared up into the sky. Black hooves tearing apart the clouds before coming plunging down onto the earth.
You might as well know the name of the one who beat you. I am Apollo, and I wish to know the name of the one I shall beat.
He wanted the battle to begin so he could get back to Desire adn Nightfall as soon as he taught this brute a lesson...
* * *
A laugh echoed out at the other brutes words then suddenly cut off.
What makes you so sure that you will beat me? I do not care of your name and you need not to know of mine.
Laughed the white stag, eyes filled dangerously up with a longing, a longing to kill the brute who stood before him.
But I'll let you guess. It means death. Which is what I'll bring to you.
He said with a smirk as he walked towards Apollo, step after step, same little smile on his maw. The battle would begin...
Suddenly he sprang! He moved so quickly he was a white blur and struck out at Apollo, he felt contact and spun around quickly. He was going to take every advantage he got, he bucked, powerful hind-quarters shooting out like a rocket as they pounded onto something. Then he turned enough to body slam his opponent, mouth opened and vicous fangs were exposed that quickly sank deep into flesh. Holding right at the neck, right under the cheek. Suddenly he twisted his head around and yanked back so that he held a limp piece of horse flesh in his mouth. He dropped it to the ground in front of him. He purpessly hadn't gone deep enough to kill, that would come later, he would toy with this stag first...
* * *
Apollo sneered at this brute. That was fine, no-name it was and no-name brands were always the ones who couldn't do anything. Apollo wasn't ready for his attack, his eyes tried to focas on what the movement but was always a metre behind where the brute actually was. Apollo felt something strike at his fetlock and blood welled from it, he body checked his attacker hard. He stepped quickly to try and get out of the way of the buck but it wasn't possible so it hit him hard in the rib where he heard a sickening crack and felt something jab out from his skin. He muffled his cry of pain by biting deep into the brutes blesh and as the brute pulled away it came loose into his mouth. Apollo spit it out quickly but soon he was the one body checked and bitten into. Apollo couldn't move and he couldn't yank his head away. Soon that was already done for him as the horse flesh torn off had been so much to expose his wind pipe. He staggered back a few steps before reorginizing himself. This battle was going rough. He fired himself at the brute, rearing up to drag his hooves down the oponents back and side. As he did so he plunged his head into the brutes withers, feeling blood trickle onto his tounge and hooves
* * *
The brute was bleeding, he failed to notice, he only noticed his advantages, a wrong step there, weak point here. As Apollo stepped back the brute ran at him and tore off some of his flesh in his teeth as he went by before spinning to face Apollo once again. The brute smirked at the damage he had caused to Apollo. He could see his rib jabbing out of his side and his wind pipe as it expanded each time air entered it. But then there was something he could use. Apollos hooves were deep into his back and sliding down, his teeth firmly planted into the brutes withers. But he knew how to make it work. He rammed himself into Apollo toppling Apollo over before rolling over him, hearing so many cracks as he did so. Then he was on his feet standing behind Apollo, a smirk on his maw...
* * *
Apollo stayed down, each breath heaving. His ribs were jabbed deep into his lungs, some even stuck out of him like white sticks from a tree. Blood pooled around him, that was when he fully realised why he had told his son what he did. He was going to die, and he had known it all along. The fire burned low in his eyes as he looked up at the brute, feeling sickened by the look on his face.
* * *
Don't worry, I'll take good care of that mare and colt for you. Your colt shall be the best and he shall rule But he will rule my way.
The brute said as he reared up over Apollos head,
And my name is Thanos.
With those words he plunged down into Apollos skull. That was the day Apollo was no more and it would be the start of Thanos's rein of terror...
* * *
Black hooves stabbed the ground, black pelt rich and deep under the sun, eyes of burning flames. This challenger would pay for challenging him, and for suggesting that he was too afraid to fight. He saw the other stag, rearing high above the earth before crashing down into it. As he got closer he too stopped and reared up into the sky. Black hooves tearing apart the clouds before coming plunging down onto the earth.
You might as well know the name of the one who beat you. I am Apollo, and I wish to know the name of the one I shall beat.
He wanted the battle to begin so he could get back to Desire adn Nightfall as soon as he taught this brute a lesson...
* * *
A laugh echoed out at the other brutes words then suddenly cut off.
What makes you so sure that you will beat me? I do not care of your name and you need not to know of mine.
Laughed the white stag, eyes filled dangerously up with a longing, a longing to kill the brute who stood before him.
But I'll let you guess. It means death. Which is what I'll bring to you.
He said with a smirk as he walked towards Apollo, step after step, same little smile on his maw. The battle would begin...
Suddenly he sprang! He moved so quickly he was a white blur and struck out at Apollo, he felt contact and spun around quickly. He was going to take every advantage he got, he bucked, powerful hind-quarters shooting out like a rocket as they pounded onto something. Then he turned enough to body slam his opponent, mouth opened and vicous fangs were exposed that quickly sank deep into flesh. Holding right at the neck, right under the cheek. Suddenly he twisted his head around and yanked back so that he held a limp piece of horse flesh in his mouth. He dropped it to the ground in front of him. He purpessly hadn't gone deep enough to kill, that would come later, he would toy with this stag first...
* * *
Apollo sneered at this brute. That was fine, no-name it was and no-name brands were always the ones who couldn't do anything. Apollo wasn't ready for his attack, his eyes tried to focas on what the movement but was always a metre behind where the brute actually was. Apollo felt something strike at his fetlock and blood welled from it, he body checked his attacker hard. He stepped quickly to try and get out of the way of the buck but it wasn't possible so it hit him hard in the rib where he heard a sickening crack and felt something jab out from his skin. He muffled his cry of pain by biting deep into the brutes blesh and as the brute pulled away it came loose into his mouth. Apollo spit it out quickly but soon he was the one body checked and bitten into. Apollo couldn't move and he couldn't yank his head away. Soon that was already done for him as the horse flesh torn off had been so much to expose his wind pipe. He staggered back a few steps before reorginizing himself. This battle was going rough. He fired himself at the brute, rearing up to drag his hooves down the oponents back and side. As he did so he plunged his head into the brutes withers, feeling blood trickle onto his tounge and hooves
* * *
The brute was bleeding, he failed to notice, he only noticed his advantages, a wrong step there, weak point here. As Apollo stepped back the brute ran at him and tore off some of his flesh in his teeth as he went by before spinning to face Apollo once again. The brute smirked at the damage he had caused to Apollo. He could see his rib jabbing out of his side and his wind pipe as it expanded each time air entered it. But then there was something he could use. Apollos hooves were deep into his back and sliding down, his teeth firmly planted into the brutes withers. But he knew how to make it work. He rammed himself into Apollo toppling Apollo over before rolling over him, hearing so many cracks as he did so. Then he was on his feet standing behind Apollo, a smirk on his maw...
* * *
Apollo stayed down, each breath heaving. His ribs were jabbed deep into his lungs, some even stuck out of him like white sticks from a tree. Blood pooled around him, that was when he fully realised why he had told his son what he did. He was going to die, and he had known it all along. The fire burned low in his eyes as he looked up at the brute, feeling sickened by the look on his face.
* * *
Don't worry, I'll take good care of that mare and colt for you. Your colt shall be the best and he shall rule But he will rule my way.
The brute said as he reared up over Apollos head,
And my name is Thanos.
With those words he plunged down into Apollos skull. That was the day Apollo was no more and it would be the start of Thanos's rein of terror...
