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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 17, 2009 16:40:53 GMT -5
‘It hurts... but I deserve the pain.’
He slowly dips his one front leg into the cool waters, the shock of the cold liquid on his burning hot skin sends shivers down his spine. It feels great. He had been pretty banged up in that fight with that horse, his fur singed in many places and even his other front leg completely torn off..perhaps that white mare he met earlier would heal it back. Perhaps. Blood matts his fur with dirt and twigs he had picks up hobbling his way down that well trod path tho this place. He gently wades into the moving waters up to his chest and a little more so that he can feel the swirling waters waving through his thick fur. Tilting his muzzle up he closes his eyes and allows his bruised muscles to relax into these ice cold bath waters.
‘I thought I could win...I was wrong.’
He had been a punk. He didn’t want to beat the darkness down he had just wanted a fight like some teenage punk. It was shameful and he feels this keen burn of tarnished pride cutting deep into his spirit. It had been stupid and he paid the price by being beaten like an arrogant pup into the dirt. How many broken ribs does he have? From feeling he assumes more then half of them are snapped and all of them bruised from being buried under piles of rocks. The hybrid envies his opponent’s ability to heal his wounds, all Zseliq can do is ice over the wounds with his mastery of all things frozen. He lowers his fangs to the cold waters skin and laps up some into his mouth to wash the taste of his own blood away, the water down stream of him turns red from the red life wine being taken off him. He sighs. What a punk he had been.
‘Im so stupid.’
The icy water feels good on his burn wounds and open gashes so he allows his body to relax into it. |
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 17, 2009 16:56:57 GMT -5
Already, Heaven had two grand knights within its boundaries. This brought an unbound joy to Estraya's spirits, knowing still that Hell and its overlord had yet to gain any followers. Just as her dearest companion Zseliq had said, they needed to be ahead of whatever army Izo might one day form. And things were looking like that. Sure, the other lands Estraya knew of would either side with Heaven or Hell. Followers didn't truly live in Heaven, per say. Rather, those who had a greater purpose did. Zseliq, a sinner seeking purity. Paramore, the gentleman whom is knightly by nature, seeking the same things as Estraya herself. Having been a vagabond for long years, in search for his true calling... No doubt, these two individuals were great at heart, mind, and soul. But she knew there were others out there. Others that had yet to find Fragile Silence. Others that had yet to recongnize their true path. Others that have yet to be brought into the world. During the moments of creation and growth within the womb, a set path is determined, and a destiny set to await the unborn child. That was how Estraya came to be. Born from the Heavens by two angels, sent to Earth to defend the path of light. That had been, and always would be, her purpose and her destiny.
She strolled over to the large waterfall, the thunderous melody nothing compared to that of Heaven's waterflal. It would take at least one-hundred of these waterfalls to make Heaven's Waterfall an equal. But all the same, it was just as beautiful. She smiled as she moved to stand within the large, crystalline pool. The water was refreshing and colling upon her pearll tinged hide. It was a hot summer day, and her pearly pelt was covered in a fine layer of sweat that had been created as sdhe traveled over the long distance of the endless field to get here.
She let her eyes close for a moment, enjoying the cooling feeling of the water against her knees. But the scent of blood soon alerted her, and to her heart's dismay, she spotted Zeliq resting in the water, blood flowing from him in the clear currents. Quickly, she moved over to him at a brisk walk, water parting and splashing into the air as she strode through it to stand beside Zseliq, eyes gleaming with fear for his health. And so, she stretched her maw to his shoulder, eyes closing as she felt her healing powers go to work, draining her ever so slightly as the energy left her and ran into her companion. When she pulled back, she knew that it would only be moments before the wounds sealed and scarred. So, she focused unto his face, sweet silvery voice ringing out gently with great concern.
" Zseliq... What happened?"
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Oct 3, 2009 14:58:33 GMT -5
The pain was nothing next to his hurt pride. The burn of the icy water washing his blood down stream to nourish the plants of the aquatic life, he slowly shuts his brown eyes and dips his muzzle down to lap up some water past his fangs. He can feel the wind on his fur above the surface of the water. The sunlight shimmers as if reflects the bloodied image of this beast, still so young and arrogant in his lust for battle. He had bitten off more then he could chew like an arrogant punk
The sound of someone moving towards him makes his ears perk up and his eyes snap open.
“Huh?” He grunts, wondering if that horse from before had come to finish the job. His stance relaxes as his gaze falls upon the white form of his dearest queen heading towards him. A statue he stands upon all three legs as she nears him, his long tail drifting against his body with the will of the current. As she moves through the water to stand beside him he casts his gaze to the clear water, the mud stirred from their movement swirling about their legs like a nuclear cloud inside the water’s domain. Water drips from his muzzle back into the river.
His eyes snap to her when he feels her touch him, a strange rush of magic filling his body as it runs from her. His blood tingles and he feels the wounds across his body knit together as blood vessels are sealed, there is a crunching sound as his bones inside of him arrange back to their normal state. He even feels his missing leg beginning to return as if it had never been ripped off. When its done he stands there in complete awe, stretching his regrown limb out to paw at the water, as if it might be an illusion of some sort.
“Y-You healed me...” He mutters as he glances over his body that no longer leaks blood like a water balloon stabbed with a hundred needles. He hears her words and his gaze returns to its brooding state.
“I bit off more then I could chew. I challenged a horse to a fight and nearly got killed for it. Not very Knightly of me, is it?” |
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Oct 10, 2009 13:04:22 GMT -5
Estraya felt her heart ache for her fallen friend. But the pearl tinged angel knew that he would be fine in no time. It would only take moments for her magic to sink into his whole body and do its work. Around her, wherever her hooves touched, the dying autumn grass regained it's rich emerald shade, becoming lushious and full of life once more. Her powers worked on both plants and animals. it was her purpose. To restore peace and help the wounded and fallen. A true angel, some would call her. And despite it being true, she was far too modest to strut about the mortal and immortal lands with such a gloating pride. She was far better than that. Most would use her gift for ill intentions, or for their own selfish needs. But Estraya wasn't the sort to do such things. Purest of the pure? Perhaps. But who could really ever be so sure of such a thing? There were many an angel out there walking the mortal lands that were just as pure, just as kind, just as gentle.
She watched her beloved friend moving his restored limb in disbelief at what had happened. A gentle, heart-warming smile made its way upon her silver dipped kissers as she stood with her friend. Such a strong spirit, despite the blow to his pride. This she was sure was what rested within the very core of the hybrid canine before her. And then, it slowly disappears as she listens to her friend's words. Her beautiful, gentle brown eyes shone with concern, but a love for him all the same as well as understanding.
" Everyone makes mistakes, dearest Zseliq. It's a part of our nature. We are not fortune tellers nor are we mind readers. Sometimes we cannot see the wholesome truth."
She stepped closer and touched her kissers to his powerful shoulder. After a few brief moments passed, she pulled away, that same gentle, kind smile once again upon her beautiful visage.
" But that doesn't make you any less knightly, Zseliq. Not in my eyes, nor in truth's eyes."
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Oct 12, 2009 18:49:10 GMT -5
Even tho most of the blood was gone or healed he can still smell its reek. Perhaps it is just his mind but he can still feel the stench of his own life wine filling his nose, still hear the wet tearing of flesh as it is cleaved by boulders. ‘I must train to get better.’ He tells himself then another thought hits him like a blow from a golf club. ‘Who was she?’ He thinks back to his inner world where the hyena female had attacked him, his inner rage or something she had said she was. The beast fights down the growing sense of confusion to turn his attention back to the pallid mare.
Heaven. Zseliq has sworn loyalty to her and her heaven. This sinner of a mutt fighting for the sight of purity, who would have for seen that when he was a little punk cub growing up in his old pack? The beast watches her heart warming smile and again he notices how pretty of a horse she is, even if she is a different species then himself. He wanders if he should seek out a mate soon to start a family with, bitterly he muses on what he would put on his wanted add; ‘WANTED- a female who doesn’t mind a large clumsy mutt for a mate. Apply in heaven.’ He almost laughs at the very idea. Almost.
Her words hit him hard. So hard he is left without a reply to them so instead he stares at the glistening waters. Her touch is felt on his shoulder, like being caressed by an angel...well that’s sort of true. His large paws take up motion through the water towards the bank on the other side.
“Come, let us talk out of the water. I feel as if my blood will freeze if I stay in there any longer.” Which is funny because he controls ice and can withstand very chill temperature that would kill a lesser beast. Perhaps he just wanted an excuse to move.
Climbing out he settles down on a grassy rise in the ground and casts his eyes over to the white female.
“I am glad heaven forgives sins, or else I would be banned long ago.” He says softly, his eyes glinting like brown diamonds infused into his skull. |
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