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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 4, 2009 13:13:46 GMT -5
The pearl angel walked amongst her mountain paradise. She sighed with deep and utter contentment as she allowed the beautiful, tranquil melodies of the songbirds that lived within the trees. The distant thunder of the large, massive waterfall that tumbled from the calm river into a dangerous, powerful stream of falling water. She wondered at it’s power. Perhaps it was strong enough to break the bones of equines. It was a marvel to be respected, there was no doubt about that. She turned her attention to the soft, lush, emerald grass beneath her, gently tickling her ivory limbs as she stood beneath a tree. About her pistons, a gentle mist wrapped about them, a few inches thick resting just above the ground. It was a beautiful place, this mountain top. And invisible from the lands below, though reachable by the mortals that called Fragile Silence their home. But this place… This was not only Estraya’s home, but also the sanctuary of the gentle, pure, innocent souls, or those seeking to repent from their sins. But she was no goddess. She was simply a fallen angel, having lost her wings as she had fallen unto earth to serve a purpose. And so, there the beautiful Estraya stood, a gentle wind causing her silken ivory whipcords to wrap about her elegantly carved nape and powerful hind limbs. She allowed for her eyes to close, as she relished in the sounds and smells of her home, Heaven.
Her thoughts moved about calmly through her mind as she let the soothing sounds and scents wash over her like warm, calming waves did the golden shore with each outward stretch, as they gently subsided back into the ocean's blue-green expanse. Life was calm and traquil. And yet, Estraya knew that equines and canines living together was simply set for war. Though the peace has yet to be disturbed, the beautiful angel knew deep down it was only a matter of time....
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 4, 2009 19:08:31 GMT -5
Grave digger when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
“My dearest queen.” The monster growls, emerging from the foliage of the bushes as he bows his skull in respect to the beautiful mare. The light of the sun rains down upon his spotted pelt and sets the ends of his fur alight with golden flame despite its ratty Hyena appearance. He is not what you think of when you think of something beautiful, but rather he represents a rough male quality that is devoid of anything weak. From his clenched fangs longer then they have any right to be down to his sloping back and ending at his dull clawed paws. He walks with brash confidence stolen from years of living as a homeless freak so as he strides up to the mare his gait is more of a march then walk.
He bows his head at her hooves and turns his ruddy brown eyes up to gaze at her.
“My name is Zseliq and I submit myself to you as your faithful knight.”
On baited breath he awaits her words as a child might await his mother permission to go out on a Friday night. He knows he is a sinner, one of the biggest sinners actually, but he wants to try and become purified and the only way to do this is under a teacher such as Estraya. He takes note of her bone white coat and her beauty that is clear even for a being of another species.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 5, 2009 1:36:55 GMT -5
The sweet sounding songs of the many birds surrounded her as she stood there, amongst the beauty that was Heaven. There wasn't a place that could possibly hold more beauty, for this beauty was unearthly, unknown to any other mortal place upon which others could walk. She knew of many other lands. She may appear to be a simple six years in age, but her true age is unknown. Perhaps even before she had been born of tangible flesh, she might have wandered the earth spiritually, going about undetected by so few. But Eqqus had sent here to, to Fragile Silence. She was the white angel of hope, peace, adn justice. An angel of purity, kindness, and forgiveness. never was she known to hold a grudge, for even the largets of reasons. Though she knew there were sinful lives that simply relished in bringing suffering to others, she sought to meet them peacefully, ask they change their ways. But there was only so many warnings she could give before she had to put her hoof down somewhere and interfere with her own force. But never did she fight to kill. Only disarm and silence the fight swiftly.
She soon heard the stirrings of another. Her lids opened, revealing her beautiful earthen eyes as they settled upon an odd looking creauture. But her eyes held no disgust or judgment. They held only welcome and kindness. His voice reached her, and she smiled tenderly as she turned her beautiful form to face the approaching creature. He seemed a kind fellow, rough and strong all the same though. She watched as he bowed at her hooves. Smiling tenderly, she lowered her elegant pearly nape in return for his kindness, ivory tassels draping over her nape and falling between her ears as she did so. She rose her head once more, her kissers parting to speak kindly and sincerly.
" Greetings, Zseliq."
She moved forward to him, her faithful knight, and lifting her left dagger from the earth, she made the dubbing gesture.
" Properly known as Sir Zseliq, Golden Knight of Heaven."
She offered a kind smile. she ahd seen this as only suiting for her newfound knight. Heaven needed royal knights to live within its confines. And she was already confident she would relish in his company.
" What brings you here, my unique friend?"
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 5, 2009 10:18:38 GMT -5
Grave digger when you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
The serenity of the land nearly overcomes him, so used to places of bloodshed or constant fighting back in the mortal lands this strange beauty is so foreign to him. Such calm peace that makes up the heavenly land he knows it will take some getting used to but his kind is an adaptable kind that can change with the times, his kinda is on that is built for survival. Through the cool air that blow across him he can smell the scent of birds and flowers and tress, such lovely things are a sight to behold. The very essence of the land seems to have a calming on effect on him, giving his soul rest it has not felt before in the lands of mortals. His blood surges through his veins with each beat given by a caution tinged heart.
The white mare is reflected in his pools of ruddy brown as he gazes up to her a sinner before an angel. His fur is stained with mud and matted in places from a life of never getting bathed by man and living a life of a wild creature. Wild and free as the stars in the sky. Scars mark his body from fights he has taken a part of between other males, and some females, for simple things such as dominance or food but now he knows these are petty fights. Nothing compared to the war he is enlisting in, yet he is not afraid but rather hungry for a battle. He rises up from his bow as she knights him, his dark eyes shining as if they are constructed lacquered brown diamonds. The pride that washes over him is odd yet welcome like a cool summer shower on a blazing hot day.
“I am honored, my highness. I will defend heaven and you with my life.” The hybrid swears to her with a voice that is strong as metal.
He chews over her question, asking himself the same thing but inside the dark confines of his skull.
“I never was an evil creature. My life lead me here and when I saw I had a choice on which side to stand I wanted to make it clear which path I side with. The path of light.”
So that I can feel the rain
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 6, 2009 10:52:00 GMT -5
Estrya stood with her newfound companion. The gentle wind played with her silken strades, her forelock faling gently before her left eye, as the rest of her silken veil cascaded and stirred down her elegant nape. She let her gaze fall away from her companion as she turned her gaze toward the thundering waterfall three-hundred yards in length, the water practically turning to mist before it hit the river's surface down below. This waterfall was visible through the trees that stood around the pair. The branches of a nearby tree rustled, and estraya turned to see a gray squirrel scrambling into the tree's canopy. This place was a heavenly paradise for any and all creatures that needed to feel the serenity and wonder Heaven had to offer. It was something that was hard to find, especially these days, with the growing tension between Heaven and Hell.
Estraya hadn't the slightest idea what would happen. What Izo planned on doing to stir up a war. Perhaps it wouldn't even be him that brought unto Fragile Silence a war. There were cruel, nsty, murderous others within Fragile Silence, though they were small in numbers. But how much longer before war did break out? And who could really be certain or uncertain as to whether or not it would be short or long lasting?
She turned her gaze back to her companion, offering a beautiful, sweet, and tender smile to him. She knew he was a predator. A creature that needed the flesh of other animals to survive. She did not blame him for who and what he was nor what had had done in the past. One simple look to his pelt told her all she would ever need to know, and yet she gave him her undying trust and faith as he made his promise. She then heard him speak of what had brought him here, and she nodded as she listened. He truly was a knight, whether he had killed others of his kind or not. It was clear he was here to follow the path or righteousness and light. She flicked hr ivory tail gently to her left flank.
" I am glad you've chosen the path of light and righteousness, Zseliq. There are a good number of others out there, when presented with that choice, choose darkness. I am honored to know you have not."
She gazed tenderly at Zseliq. He was such a beautiful soul, whether he saw it as so or didn't. But what Estraya could feel was one longing for purity, one wishing to do right instead of wrong. And thismade her heart and eternal trust go out to him. She hardly knew him, but she did know he would have tried to be nasty and rough already had he been that kind of creature. And so, she stood beside him, turning her gaze back to the beautiful thundering waterfall as she kept her ear pointed toward him. Worry and concern flickered across her mocha eyes, but faith and hope outpowered it ten fold.
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 6, 2009 20:36:37 GMT -5
Rust orange mohawk falls across his face in ragged strange his appearance donated by the hyena blood his mother gave him. From the lion gold coloring of his fur to the dark grey spots that patter his pelt like drops from a black rain that stained his thick coat, his legs appear as if he head treat through elbow deep sludge the color of ash. His face covered in a dark mask that gives him the appearance of some sort of criminal, his ruddy brown eyes seem to blaze from the night backdrop. The hybrid’s head shape the shape of a dire wolf with long ears and heavy bone, not an inch of him pretty or useless. His power over ice giving him some sort of fair play among the dark warriors of the land, the ones that stand for nothing but pain. They disgust him.
The air between the two words is pregnant with brewing storms, why he had even joined in some scuffles that had taken place in the moral lands. A nasty old habit of his to go and pick fights with creatures much larger then himself, especially when they reside on the side of darkness and filth. He had been raised in a normal pack but tragedy and famine had forced him to leave his family in search of better lands, when he went to go tell them about Fragile Silence he only founds their dead bodies. To late he had come to save them so he swore to the moon and the stars he would protect the weak and fight on the side of his believed justice. For a creature so large and appearance so rough it might seem strange for him to have such high morals. A knight of heaven? He wonder if he has what it takes to live up to the title.
“Is easy to choose the side of evil but I made a promise along time ago that I would not fall to the filth.” He says this last worth with venom, rolling it off his tongue as if it might leave a bitter taste.
He gazes back at her, noticing her tender gaze that only one blessed by heaven could hold. Its seems so odd a look from someone who has grown up forced to bury his motions from the world, to shield his gaze and penetrate others hidden looks and try to grasp at their unseen emotions. So unused to this purity he finds a strange calm come over his body, the scarred and scruffy body that has no place in heavens beauty.
“May I ask what you know about our enemy? Do you know how large his army is and how many knights he has? ”
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 7, 2009 10:52:41 GMT -5
Estraya knew just by looking upon her knew knight that his rugged and rough appearance fit nowhere in Heaven's beauty. But still, all the same, he did in fact belong here. This was the very palace of light and righteousness. The very place where love is given, and forgiveness is offered. Where any sinner, no matter their crimes, can repent from their evil ways, seeking acceptance and forgiveness from the very thing they once loathed. Fairness and justice often opens the eyes of many, though so many more look away at the sight of someone doing a more and light thing. Some just didn't want to accept that there was a better way to make yourself known that to strike fear and suffering unto others whomyou desired to follow you. But this was knowledge they had, yet chose against. They despised the kindness and tenderness the light held. They desired power, and fear to gain respect. They wanted to be the ones in charge, no matter how many others they had to hurt in the process. It enraged Estraya, but she remained calm and restrained, letting pity wash away the nasty bitterness that tinged her mind and tongue. She knew them to be filth, she knew them to be low. And yet, she knew them to be mortal. Everyone made mistakes in life. And some just took longer to realize. Though this did not mean, of course, that she held no negative feelings for their actions, thoughts, and words. They were cruel and wrathful, filled with hate and many a lust. But not everyone holds unto their inner being such a purity that a rare few mortals do. And Estraya hoped that she would be a shining example for those who wished, one day, to be pure.
She glanced back to Zseliq. He was rugged and matted. Wild, and no doubt, a predator had committed his fair share of killing and inflicting pain. She knew they needed blood to survive, or else tey would all die if they refused to touch the flesh of another, even an equine. These were their needs, and there was nothing she could change about their diet. And despite the fact that Zseliq carried with him the dull scent of metallic blood of another, she knew that it was nothing that could be helped. He might have gone looking for a fight. He might have killed someone with darkness within them. But all the same, he was here with good intent, and a longing to be pure. And that was something Estraya would never deny anyone, let alone Zseliq. Sometimes, you meet someone, and moments later you know you'll be good friends. Though it never happens to frequently, the simple truth that it does happen is all that Estraya needs to be reassured, on top of his noble display of loyalty and honor. His words come forth, and she listens, her heart going out to him. She felt adoration touch her soul, and had he been equine, she would have offered him a tender moment of grooming and kindness. But seeing as that wa not possible, she simply offered a radiant and kind smile.
" What a grand promise to make, my friend."
She meets his eyes, meeting his brown ruby gaze. She could tell he was born and raised to fight and to kill. No emotions seemed to flicker across his eyes, and yet his body was relaxed and free of tension. She didn't demand that he change his ways instantly. But she did hope, with time, he would feel comfortable for opening himself up here, and allowing his emtions to be free, just for a little while, His words reach her ivory ears, and she ponders for a few moments after he finished his words. Her gaze remained the same, save for the seriousness that hardened her mocha eyes.
" From what I am aware of, the hellions have yet to build one. Izo, the fire demon and overlord of Hell has yet to gather any warriors of his own..."
And it was puzzling her as to why he had yet to enlist any. Surely there were some individuals with darkness burning within their now black souls... But he was up to something. This she was sure of.
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Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 7, 2009 18:51:55 GMT -5
He wonders how thick will the tension get before a fight breaks out between the two factions, not some back street scuffle but an all our brawl. As strong as their will is the dark side has them beat on willing followers and the powered ones almost always side with the darkness. It is disturbing that many ones of the evil side think their way of living if the right way to live, through a life of bloodshed they believe they can pave a path of righteousness or purity. A pure soul can never be cleaned in blood, something he tries to remember but despite this he finds himself drawn to battles like a moth to a flame. He is addicted to the blood shed, to the rush he gets from fighting, to the near death experience he draws out in the muck of a grand battle. To find his body shaking with exhaustion and to taste his own blood in his mouth is delicious, to hear the enemy begging for mercy before he cuts their life short is like sweet music to his ears. So sweet.
Planting his rear down her chews over her words, his forehead wrinkling as he thinks over this news. Ruddy brown eyes glinting in frustration as the war lord inside of him plots and schemes out ways of defending the land should an invasion come to their gates. Hell invading heaven, ah what a strange thing to think about! Perhaps Izo will raise up a warrior of other fire using horses to combat them in the sky and on the earth, the ultimate battle to end all battles.
“Then if we get started on an army now we shall have the upper hand. Perhaps recruit some mortals to act as spies form inside the terrains of the enemy, and some stronger ones to use as knights like myself. Start patrols around the border.” As he talks he feels himself getting excited about thinking of playing this war like a game of chess. When he was younger and would talk like this his mother would just sigh and shake her head, he always such a hyper youngster.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 12, 2009 11:36:09 GMT -5
Estraya, being the gentle, loving, and just creature that she was, worried horridly for the lives of the innocent others that would most likely, willingly or unwillingly, would find themsleves amdist the very thick of the war between Heaven and Hell. And yet, the pearl tinged angel, Queen of Heaven, had confidence in those that were willing to take a stand and make a difference. It wasn't the size of strength of the beings, but the determination, motivation, and heart of those who stood beside the path of light that would make all the more difference, no matter how many bloodthirsty brutes make their names known throughout Fragile Silence. She knew it was only a matter of time... Only a matter of time when the tension grew too thick, and the silent treaty between Heaven and Hell would breach. There was no true alliance between Estraya and Izo. Only a silent agreement. She was unable to step within the borders of Hell, and he unable to step unto the path of Heaven and reach the very heart of the beautiful Paradise. Where would this war take place? Was it possible the Fire Demon Warlord would find a way into Heaven? Estraya hoped the magic that kept him from this place would withstand any dark ambitions the demon had within his dark, black soul. But who could really ever be certain?
A gentle sigh passed through Estraya as she kept her beautiful brown gaze upon the waterfall's body. Everything here was in balance, and tranquil. No quarrel was allowed here. Not whilst Estraya was still breathing, not whilst the pearly angel stood, ready to side with justice and purity. The two things, amongst other things, that she guarded fiercely. Just as Izo defended Hell, she did Heaven. The two were complete opposites. Both held to their side, never did their beliefs waver. Two powerful beings, that would both have their own followers that would mark the begining of the end of the silent peace between the two places so unlike one another, as the light of daybreak and the falling of darkness.
Oh, the innocent blood that would be siplt the in the dark times that surely hung over Fragile Silence. But still, she knew no other way to defend the path of light, than to devote oneself to the very belief they would never falter from. Estraya had hope that those who believed in justice, those that stood for purity and love would, one day, conquer the war, and perhaps even bring an eternal peace to Fragile Silence. But such a blissful, promising time was far off, beyond the horizon of what was to come. Generation after generation would be forced to live in te Dark Era, but through the rough times, through the bloodshed, she held within her heart, large and golden, that all who followed the path of light would remain. Never would they all fall, allowing the darkness of Hell to reign over all of Fragile Silence. She listens to Zseliq speak, and she nods slowly. He was right. Izo had yet to reveal any who proclaimed themselves as his humble, bloodlusting demon followers. But whether or not they proclaimed their allegiences, she knew that Izo would in fact find the darkest beings, and build his army. But again, Estraya knew of none that followed him, and she had her faithful knight beside her, the first of Heaven's Knights. She smiled and parted her kissers.
" You know much about warfare and strategy, Zseli. And what you speak is all too right. I shall depart to the mortal gathering grounds, in hopes of finding others who follow the path of light. Please, do whatever you see fit. Until then, I bid you a short farewell."
And with that, muscles take to action as her limbs, limber and graceful, carry her down the mountain path, silken banners waving out behind her as she cantered down toward the mortal lands she knew to be part of Fragile Silence, leaving her beloved companion to do what he saw most important to carry out.
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