Challenge For you Lands

[Incubus~Slew]

So long goodnight

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[glow=red,2,300]. Like every prophecy they all have an intention, a significance in which they all will appear true one era. And once these titans materialize from their armor the entire race commences to apprehend the thought of a new beginning. And yet, when the notion inhabits the mentality fear settles in. Draping a coverlet of obscurity over the mind enveloping it in everlasting darkness. Where there was once radiance and optimism that strived, it is now replaced with your nightmares and merely the millions of fragments and shattered pieces that linger behind. These nightmares come to existence viewing no ciphers of mercy and devotion in others, no signs of life in them. They are like existing deceased never bring joy or hope. So what then happens now? .

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. A willowy figurine undulates in the twilight’s ballet of stars. The incandescent emissions of radiance that sheltered the kingdom appeared to hue the celestial figure a cerulean blue. Engagements could be heard as the duke slinked within the coverlets of spidery brushwood that quaked as the merciless zephyr thrashed at their backs demanding them to relinquish. As the outline neared the foreign abyss a particular odor seemed to adorn the adobe that was neither sour nor bitter. It left a saccharine stench that would certainly be committing to memory by any. Perhaps it was the fragrance of the decaying and putrefying earth, or maybe even the smell of death. This district was that of beauty in the eye of the beholder and certainly a welcoming one at that.

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. Protracted mammoth like pistons broaden charmingly at a prompt pace purring against the tillage. Ingression upon empire was swift and lithe, unanticipated due to the burden of skeletal chambers that he transported. Narettes pulsate in sync with the rhythmic lullaby of drums colliding into the grime that sent pieces of muck subsequent to him. The stallion maneuvered his bodice avoiding the scattered vegetation that littered the vicinity into a tiny fissure where the moonlight shined minimally; but sufficient to expose the intruder. He was a moderately lofty beast with a stocky exterior to him, but if you looked closely his ribcage protruded from his sides revealing the lack of nourishment needed during a period of time. His dermal was a colorless pigment with painted on dappled grey blotches that complimented his physique, and his fibers were darkened murk with strays of white. Audits melt against crown as maw tucked smoothly onto his crest glancing at the expansion of the foliage. A sharp crack of his flag set off a broad a decipherable damned smirk that revealed his often sadistic personality towards many. He appeared to be waiting. Waiting for obscurity to gather around him and hear his insane tactics. The brute seemed to hemorrhage with malice and appeared to be for a flash, the shadow of his father. The Stallion, the almighty powerful Sire. Once the divine ruler of darks, but now, he was nothing. Moon had returned, and this time he was not to leave.

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. His coronet was erect while examining the horrendous palace. He had visited these lands only once as a young colt trying to find his way. It was true. Moon was rare, he was out to find is origin and continue the legacy of his sire. Vocal cords tense as oxygen is inhaled. With great velocity the brute release an eerie melodic tune that traveled over the land as a herald seeking its source. He stood there merely smirking at the heavens, if only you could see me now.[/glow]

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So long not goodnight

[crimsonite]

Slowly he pricked his harks from his in depth thought of other things, things of his past that Desire may never know, his optics picked out a stallion among the many shadows along the horizon, snorting softly to himself his pilllars were thrusted forward into an on going canter, covering the length of ground in less than a second or so, it was the speed of a racer. Nares were widened as he intook the scent of this beast that dared dance over the border to his land, crania lifted a little in proudence as his kissers were parted, Dread I ask why you are here? hissed the demon, optics showing a little of the rage that ever lingered inside his hollow soul

[Incubus~Slew]

So Long Good Night

[glow=red,2,300]Silver hide shimmered as the sun touched his peltage. Moving with the grace and stamina of a domestic stallion. But no, he was far from domestic. Long whips of snow blood draped his crest, arched in the way it was made to. Orbs watched, looked for a equine of the dark bloodlines. He spotted the brujo, not far from him. A paint, wild in color, that is me. He snorted lightly, looking around he was diffrent. A few here and there were sploched with diffrent colors. But that was rare. Pillars carried him forward, wither mucsles buldged in a mass as he moved at a slow trot twords the brute. A hollow scream erupted from his chasims. The call of the dead, as he thought of it. The scream carried far into the lakes borders, dying out from the light fog that covered the lake in a blanket. It was early morning, yet the sun beat down apon him. He snarled, the sun was something he hated. The brightness faded his tresses to a light blonde. The shadows, the graves is where he hid. He stopped not far from the brute. His expression never changing, a morbid hate flooded his facade and the air was thin. He gave off a vibe, like a warning. A pulsing in your head that told you to stay away, when you know somethings wrong and your body tences for the blow. But he showed no threat to the brute, for now.

Lambriths didn't part, exposing his fangs. He didn't speak unto the brujo before him. Holding his skull higher than his, harks lay smooth along his zenith. Orbs wildeyed, paperthins flared, he took the brutes sent. Sighing deeply, he lowered his skull slightly, tucking his mug to his chest, dipping his skull. He watched him, the sun eating away at his flesh, his soul screaming for the darkness. A wicked grin passed over his mug, crazy? No. Morbid and insane is more of a way to put it. The voices in his head kept telling him to speak, but the stiches on his mouth refused. His orbs, a deep gray sprinkled with green, watched him. He let his thoughts dift away, standing there, waiting and wondering what to do. It was like a bad movie, and the tape rips apart and there's white with no noise. He was praticaly looking through him. He sighed, seemed to have a proplem with new ones, he found that out soon enough. He snorted, whatever. Then the ripping of the ties around his maw.

"Aye, Brute. I want these lands."

His tunes flowed, it was like nothingness.[/glow]
So long not goodnight

[crimsonite]

Harks barely flickered as silence waited between them, hearing well enough to catch any vocals, even that of a whisper. Tresses swayed a little as lady wind swept by, her power ever so much, objects of blackness passed his line of sight, some of them shadows of the creatures lurking hidden, others real danger to the herd, quickly to be dealt with should they propose a problem. A few words making up that of a sentence swiftly swam by his harks, just catching them, he had been anticipating this notion from the stag, as little other would someone of his presence stand so dominant, yet with no position at all.

Optics wavered from their sockets as his vision swirled round to meet this gastly beast, with such ease his velveteens parted, allowing such conversation to continue, You do, do you? spoke he, vocals maybe that of teasing, maybe that of tainted emotion. Like the mist laying by his pillars, thoughts swirled round his mind, images of his beloved coming to light, that of his son too, crania was lifted as Devil considered the proposition, I have had a few challenge me, but yours in denied. hissed he, believed to many that a strong dark would accept any challenge, it took courage even stronger than that to oppose one.

[Incubus~Slew]

So long and goodnight

Again, he had made the same mistake. A weak one. But the other turned out diffrently than he had expected. Would this one? He listend, for he didn't need to see. He was near him closer than before. He snorted and heared the screams of the dammed ones and the wanna be dark neutrals. He laughed wickedly. They would never. The lights had fled the lands as the darkness set in, for they knew what roamed around at night, but now the early morning hours would bring them back. But perhaps the dreary day and the fog would drive them away.

The brute before him moved, he could feel the equime circling him, looking over him faintly through the thick fog. He could make out his form, his highly held skull, a sign of pride. He smiled again, this time it was fake. His words reached his harks not long before a scream in the distance. It sounded much like a light that had wondered to close to the fog and were taken alive. A wicked grin was plastered on his kissers. His icy tones excaped hir words were cunning. He didn't give her cursing, he didn't care. Tones low and raspy allmost a wisper excaped from his cage rumbling through the fog. He rounded the brute, he wouldn't let him leave with out a fight.

[glow=red,2,300]"I weak one, Am cursed Incubus, Dark loner. And I shall claim these lands as mine own, you must fight me, I will not give up, You cannot back down now." [/glow]

This was taking much to long, he had other things to tend to. But he would wait and see the brutes reaction. He moved forward through the fog, like a sith bringing death apon the weary. Halting before the him, his form etched out perfectly. His thoughts were soon shattered as a loud monsterous clap of thunder erupted from the black clouds over head. How wonderful, rain. He smiled, the rain was something that gave him hope. But his facade never changed. The same sicking scowl still lingered there apon his kissers. He only mocked when he tired to to back down, or did he.
[Cpa & done]

So long not goodnight[/center][/color]

[crimsonite]

{ooc// How'd you get the effect on the text?}

An ice cold swirl of ghost like breeze floated dangerously past his pillars, a cut down on the former rasp wind, though still it held the sharpness to wind you beyond reason, only a light would it affect, for somehow darks were born imune to suffering, gently his weight receded onto his hind supportive's, leaving his shoulder blades carrying little of a load. Harks kept their position, never leaving the continuing discussion between them, listening to the cocky stags words the faint hint of a smirk danced over his maw, not quite reaching it, but enough to scare you.

"Oh Incubus, you deem possesion as a weakness? 'Dark Loner', rather a firm title for someone of your poor frame."

Ending his torment of vocals, nape was flexed into an arch of tighter status than before, strong muscles creating the move easily, nor did he move from his spot over his land, Incubus seemed that of a natural teaser, he had not met Devil then. Not revealing a cursing held him a better chance, not that such was needed, for the hellion had chose not to say it, thoughts of someone he'd teased before came to mind, relentless in his game of torture, pure fun escaped over his body, really he never left the strong defensive place he had entered.

[Incubus~Slew]

((changed me name))

So long and goodnight

The demon hued satan turned his crania to face the cow. D.amn. His cold slits rocked up and down the soft one's figure. His audictives curled forward, taking in the sound of his words. Rang? Oh no dearly. He doesn’t ring, he demands. Streams of the greasy mane that flowed from his neck slithered over his maw. His deep brown pools gleamed as he stared at the equine before him. His banner whipped his hocks as the thunder clouds grew larder, booming over the baron horizon. His pool slanted yet again as he glared at her. He as always glared, never just looked at anyone. He always glared.

Incubus. Do you know what that means dear? It means an evil spirit that rapes women in their sleep, and or a nightmare. How ironic, as he was both of these, and did both of these. So he can handle you. For he has no fear of anything. It shall be you that will have to watch out. There are of course things in his way. Looks like you will have to wait? Poor poor thing. Their he goes thinking mindless thing to himself again
Kissers parted to a small sneer, with another snort, as cold hiss escaped his jaws. .

Do you not know what my name mean fool, for if not well...And as for me not being a higher ranking than you fool, I was not one of the first dark equines to roam and to claim lands, I actully have to prove myself, unlike you. And if you wanted to you would, right now. So don't pitty me for my rank.

His tone was like cold fire to the mind games. He took no bull shi.t from any f.ucking mares, nor stallions. He wasn’t one to mess with. He made no threats, just promises. So if he said that he would kill you, he meant it. No foal games sweetie, this was the real world, his world, and it was time to play with the big boys. As he liked to play, it was alright. But wouldn't you think that would be spokey knowing your more powerful than any one..then..then seeing suck a weak lead.. Spokey to him yet...ironic.

So long not goodnight

[crimsonite]

{I meant the text when the stag spoke...}

Even when covered by the emensely thick fog, the thorn always seemed able to creep up around your pillars, grabbing you and hauling you down to their murky depths, causing crimson trickles to appear, a slow and painful procces. Unlike that of quick sand, in less than a few seconds, before you're even able to curse under your breath, it's got you, suffocated you. Certain ways of fighting were like the thorn, others like the quick sand, he adopted the more painful aproach, fun and delightful if you weren't on the recieving end... Towers flickered from their stand still as another form appeared on that of the horizon, not heeding the urge to turn and look, he stood his position, considering this stags words, 'Incubus' must;ve been one, if not more than one season younger.

"I need not waste my time with fancy cursings, I pity no one, neither stag nor fae, coltis nor flicka."

His senses were already sharp, only needing to re-awaken from his blood thristy thoughts a little as the ever changing form stayed still in it's place, he knew who it was, why they were there, but he did not move, why should he show need to constantly check his surroundings if he knew it mean't no danger or threat to the herd?

Mystic clouds of putred rage and boiling anger, built up for a long time, flittered through his stone grey, cold optics. His fathers frame seemed larger and more compact than his own, holding a few scars from previous battles, he had yet to recieve that kind of treatment, though he already had a few life threatening scars for himself, quite an achievment for his young age.
Tresse fought for a place over his facade, pillars forming a trio beated dance, his long legthy legs covering much ground in little time, his crania bobbed slightly in his formation of canter, nares widened as he intook the scent of both beasts before him. Gently digging his blades into the sod he slowed his momentum, looking at this intruder with little respect, losing no confidence, unlike that of a light foal, he walked over to this "Stag", almost reaching the same height.

"You've probably already told him this, but who are you?"

He hissed, his ice cold tone deathly calm, nothing seemed to provoke him, unlikie his father who could be sometimes, having learn't in his young years that that would get you hurt, he'd taught himself to switch off at even the slightest tease, enabling him to be more vicious to mares and other foals alike.

[crimsonite]

{Muse breakdown......}

[Incubus~Slew]

So long goodnight

Pillars shifted from one side to another as he came into a position more comforting to him. His opticals lightly closed as the scent of rain and the darkness that encased him relaxed his hating mind. Light droplets of crystal liquid rain dropped down upon his smokewashe'd complexus creating the spots that were now becoming wet to become even blacker than usual if that was possible for him, but the eri sliveryness stayed.

He opened his visionaries once more as she spoke a return to him. Strange that he blinked, but in some ways he was alive wasn't he? But he did not respond to what she first said but her second sentence seemed to attract him a bit although it did not show on his expressionless maw.

[glow=red,2,300]Aye, I need not give my callings to you. And you weak one, you only haste to waste your time for fear you'll lose, you know you won't, isn't that right, Other wise you'd fight?[/glow]

Morbid tunes rolled from his mouth, He'd not pay any heed to the father, what was this. Sire coming to the rescue? I think not. Greasy banner stuck to his thick nape.

So Long Not Good Night

((cpa, HORRIED!!! POSTYY!!))

[silverdreams]

(Crimsonite, you cannot not deny him the ability to challenge your stag......you must accept)

[crimsonite]

((I thought I could? Man that sucks, everyone knows I'll lose, I'll reply later when I have a muse, I'm completely wacked out. Oh btw, the first equinbe to answer was the lead, a stag, the second was a stag, but the son, just incase you didn't know...))

[Incubus~Slew]

((yes I know, Well do this by 7-8 post each, and how well are post are. okay?))

[silverdreams]

(only staff can deny challenges)

[crimsonite]

((Oh I guess, still sucks mind you))((cpa ))

Tsk, tsk...This stag knew not how to terrorise someone emotionally, the best weapon believed to darks, nares widened in slight, crania tilted towards his father, Revenge had better things to do than play with the boys.

Suit yourself piddly beast.

Snarled Revenge, turning his bodice on the spot his gaze encaptured that of this territory, a fine one too, in a way this brute could not be blamed for challenging, thought swirled of his father, suddenly wondering where on earth she had got to.

Evil dark clouds prohibited warmthing light, an almost silent echo building steadily in the vast distance, growing quickly to a massive boom, one strike, t'was all it took for a blinding flash of brilliantness to start, creating that of vicious rain. Little white cubes of ice attacked the ground from all sides, and those who dared to stand upon it, tiny water droplets staining the musty earth, letting aqua circles appear everywhere.

Almost a sigh escaped 'is lungs, conserving 'is breath for t'e already procceding battle of wit or tongue as not yet crimson liquid stained 'is death pelt, ivories grinded down through jaw action. 'Is velveteens almost parted, breaking their bond together, vocal cords vibrted to enlighten all to 'is certain music of which 'e would sing.

"If that be your true feelings then yes, lets fight."

T'e water attacked 'is pelt more viciously now, fur glued to 'is hide, sleek, smooth appearance forming. Chilled feelings of abandonement ran along 'is lengthy spine, washing into 'is whipcord. A moment of freshness entered 'im, only to be quickly supprressed of 'is true nature, harks swirling to catch t'e czars melody, curled like an arabs should, denying acces to t'e rain.

[cammy]

(may I judge??)

[silverdreams]

(if white rider will allow you, then i have no problem in having another judge)

[cammy]

(well whiterider isn't official of anything, so I think I can as I have just as much right, as well as being here longer)

[White_Rider]

(actually i'm not official...remember UNofficial battle judge.I'm just someone who likes judging battles adn such.You can judge cammy.)

[cammy]

('zactly what I just said whiterider.. LOL. And I will judge this fight for good moves and rp ability, so that it is fair, as well as the damage done. )

[silverdreams]

(ok, i keep forgetting.....lol, then procede)

[cammy]

(okay, go to the battle place! lol)

[Incubus~Slew]

((want me to make the battle posty?))

[cammy]

(just reply to the existing one)

[crimsonite]

((*Runs away from problems, only ending up heading to the fighting place*))