Abyss [Txep]

[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] It was suicidal, what he was about to do. His head stretched up, tilting his mighty antlers back with it; and stretched his gigantic leathery wings out. They had to be three times his size to enable him to fly. They needed to be large enough for flight of such a large mass. He flexed the long fingers that made up his wings and the clatter of claws met his ears. Each finger was tipped with a small claw you see. For what? He didn't know. His favorite claw on his wings was the one that tipped the largest joint. The part where his wing bent in half so he could tuck them in when they weren't needed. Yes, that claw was jagged and large. They were used for hooking onto things and looking scary along the way. Just as well as in battles, yes they were a nice way of intimidation as well as they were useful for gouging. He could feel the wind ripping over his dark handsome face. It rushed around him and nudged his wings upward, as if in encouragement. His eyes closed and he felt his gigantic body drop over a ledge. The wind instantly changed and began fiercely whipping him around. As if it had suddenly changed its mind and tricked him into its lure. He hadn't been tricked though. He had flown in the craziest weather. A windy mountain peak was only one of circumstances. He was free falling now, his wings were still outstretched and his amber eyes still closed. Then, as if on cue, he suddenly opened his eyes and changed his velocity; took a few wing beats, and he went shooting up in crazy directions. Until he was soaring stiffly through the air above the peak. He began circling like a giant buzzard, a master at his game, his size looked almost doubled with his wings fully outstretched in flight. Then slowly, he came back down. His large hooves hit the ground with a smooth thump and he heaved a sigh. It was so nice to fly, to stretch his wings. Especially with this kind of crazy wind. He was a jock when it came to flying. He loved flying in the most insane of places and weather. He liked being best at the trade. Keeping strong and fit was a big part of his life as well. If if he really needed to be more powerful than he already was. He had sheer mass, the strength power, and a draft-like build already. Why would he need to work out? It didn't matter. He liked to, it only made him stronger and more fiercesome in his head. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Txep Muse;; Awesomeee Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[atrb=background, img844.imageshack.us/img844/7000/middlen.jpg] Young and full of life this natural roan beauty had slipped from the confines of her impeding fathers threshold, away from the earshort of the booming baritone lyrics that are always out to chastice her actions. Firm but light irons trodded out along a path, she'd not taken many times or gone such as this far to wander down. The breath of the mountains were strong today as the filly stalked the passess the ran through and on the edges of the massive solid rocky terrain. Tossling and licking at the firey tresses that adorned her boa, twisting and turning coiling the strands in knots of windwhipped toil. Humming a sweet toon to herself as bright grey blue orbs dances around in her visage, looking over every crook and cranny she passed. Suddenly on the strong swirling winds had a rather deffening sound clouded the skies, a mass swooshing that drew her vision upwards. Raising her proud crown high to see this sight before her, massive demonic wings flagged and stroked as hooves of thunder landed heavily. The beast before her was marvelous and tumendous, charcoal pelt with bright webbing lacing its flesh, as majestic demonized wings powered his landing. With further notice of this brute, anters adorned his cranium, a rather odd spectical to gaze upon but amusing to approach, and so the filly did. "Such a Valient beast to lay a blue gaze upon." Lyrics slithered from her kissers as she stopped a length away to still marvel the odyssy before her. She stood around 14ish hand high, he towered over her but she looked a several more months over than just six. Young and a slight naive at her age but she still had curiousity of adventure, yet could still have a sly tongue when needed. Smiling warmly and innocent to her audience she stepped slowly closer completely awstruck by the sight. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Extasii ll chestnut roan ll newborn ll 17.2 hh llgorg x optimr x qatar ll Sniff/Siren's Song/Telekinetic ll bluish grey eyes ll Born here, Yr 1, 6months old ll Northern Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] At his landing came a very daring little girl indeed. Her eyes shone with some awe, and blueish grey. He peered down at her visage, his antlers following in hot pursuit. His amber eyes burned with suspicion and curiosity. She appeared normal, but Shatter wasn't being tricked any time soon. He was suspicious of every horse that walked these lands. No matter the size. He still had no clue what other powers there was out there. Or how many. In reality, he could be trampling over everyone, he was being cautious. With his size and frightening appearance he should be more than confident. Like any huge dumb brute. He, wasn't however. Even if he often pretended to be that way. It was a great way as coming off as certain of himself. ”Valiant isn't judged by size and looks little girly.” he said back to her. Curious of her powers. His long black tail swished lazily over his massive well-muscled rump and over the intricate lacing that webbed it. ”I believe a proper introduction is in need. No need to tell me a fancy title.” He said chuckling, he seriously doubted this filly would have one anyway. It was a joke to him really ”Name's Shatter. Shatter Shatter Break and Fall is the full name.” He said, curiosity heightening. That little stunt hadn't winded him much. Though a small lather of sweat had built up to make up for it. That was hard work climbing the winds of a mountain. Far harder than walking up one he imagined. His huge black wings slowly folded themselves loosely against his sides when he noticed that he'd left them hanging out. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Awesomeee Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[atrb=background, img844.imageshack.us/img844/7000/middlen.jpg] This stag was becoming more massive than she was he neared towards her, her current 14hhs stood nothing in size to him, yet she was only six months and had a lot of growing to do. To much did he remind her of her father's officers, commanders and guards, large bulky drafts built for war and battle. No petites were around to flaunt on beauty and complain for chipped paint on a hoof, Extasii sure didn't care for such a feeble thing. The actions of the brute was definately amusing, yet she still acted like a wide-eyed child still amazed by him. Proper introductions yet he speiled his own little ranty title, so be it if he was that stuck up with himself she'd play with it. "Oh I like it Shatty, such a poetic calling for you." The roan filly snickered as she engaged on circling one of her specimen, yes hers after all she was a princess so she was of royal family and so thought most were below her. Acting not as cocky though she extended her visage to touch for a moment the demonic bat wing that curled back to his torso. "Just call me Exy. Were you born with them?" Extasii asked in real wonder as there was no sign of such apendages in her family lines that she knew of. And yes she would not announce she was a princess, after all why not let him make a fool of himself. It'd give good tale and gab to fill her brother's ear with, or at least annoy him if he was reading books and stratigies again. Half rearing before him, she nickered, " Are they all you have or do you have powers too?" Acting excited with a big smile across her mug prancing before him like a giddy child. Keeping her false innocent but eager curiousity of a mask going just to have more fun with the brute. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Extasii ll chestnut roan ll newborn ll 17.2 hh llgorg x optimr x qatar ll Sniff/Siren's Song/Telekinetic ll bluish grey eyes ll Born here, Yr 1, 6months old ll Northern Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] He was catching on now, that this little girl was rather rude. Though a bit flattering in the way she reacted to his appearance. I mean, most horses did react strongly to his appearance. It wasn't exactly common for a stag to actually have a rack, bat wings, lacing, and be ridiculously tall and drafty. Not exactly your every day "tough guy." He dulled his expression, not in a superior "I'm bored" way, just to take on a slightly dumber look. Let her play with what she thought was stupidity. Beat her at her own game maybe. He wasn't completely sure of this mysterious fae. He never did like short horses. The nick name she dubbed him wasn't all too flattering. ”Shatty eh? That's the best you could come up with? Sounds a bit like 'shitty' to me.” He laughed out loud at the joke, swishing his tail in contempt. She circled him, not the typical 'I'm so amazed' move there. His quick mind and own acting skills were starting to understand there was something more here. He raised an expression of superiority to her, ”Duh, what? You haven't seen a winged horse?” Again, he laughed stupidly his not funny joke. At her ask at powers he looked at her, rearing to confidently in front of him. No, she wasn't so much in awe... A horse in awe would be too timid for that. But maybe he was wrong. ”Sniff and Ram." He moved his eyes upward, in a gesture to his antlers. ”Duh.” He said, in an indication that of course he'd have ram, he had antlers to ran WITH. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Awesomeee Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[atrb=background, img844.imageshack.us/img844/7000/middlen.jpg] It was obvious this brute was loosing amusement in her innocent like manner and she was loosing her touch of playing such a role, it bored her quickly as smirk slithered onto her features. He wasn't the dumbest bloke out there, ”Oh shucks... I was hoping you didn't catch that.... !” She rolled her eyes innocently as if had been accident but smiled cutely, ”You are quite smart for an oversized deer.” The sorrel roan giggled to herself and pranced off away from the edge around the other way of the brute. Ha of course she'd seen winged ones before, it was just the act of being naive she had given. Now she merely shrugged shoulders and head tilted to the side, ”They say if one grows them later in life it's escrusiating pain. I'd imagen if one wasn't a pussy they'd barely even tell they were growing in.” She chuckled amusing herself, indirectly suggesting he was nothing special means he'd been born with them. The ebony stag's attitude was starting to annoy the filly, she had a major urge to strike out at him or some how find a way to humiliate the brute. Bring him down a notch or two. If she was full grown with full control of her powers he'd been toasted with a bolder to the back of his empt skull. Snorting tossing her crown to the clouded skies, swatting her red threads high behind her as she turned away from the mook, "Mmm how boring, only thing of use with you is your extra appendages but even they don't improve you. If not make you hideous more like it. I think Igor would have fit you so much better.” Acting her normal stuck up self, better than anyone with sharp comments of the tongue. Keeping a hark swiveled back just incase he attempted to come near her, she'd be ready to avoid it. Her small escursion from the Inner Reaches was not as entertaining as she had hoped, at least not yet that was. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Extasii ll chestnut roan ll newborn ll 17.2 hh llgorg x optimr x qatar ll Sniff/Siren's Song/Telekinetic ll bluish grey eyes ll Born here, Yr 1, 6months old ll Northern Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] The new look on her face clearly wrote out that she had been acting, now this was the next layer. Probably the only one too. That smirk clearly told him that she was one of those who tried to, "amuse themselves" by doing odd and terrible things to others. Like making them look stupid or tricking them into horrible traps. She sure did look like some kind of a demon filly. ”Well I guess I should take that as a compliment. Though your resources might be a bit rough, I don't think I've ever seen an over sized deer to be compared with.” He retorted back to her, a lame expression on his face. She kept inspecting him, so cocky and proud. She obviously had a pretty damn rich life. Wonder if she'd ever fought before. One day she'd probably have that smile ripped off her face. Though, he wasn't sure he wanted it to be ripped off. He rather liked her attitude, it showed she wasn't soft. Though perhaps she was and this hard shell she was showing was just to cover it up. He'd met horses like that before. If only she'd not shove this attitude at him he'd love to have her around. Though he didn't see that happening any time soon He laughed at her, ”Well of course madam, I'm sure it hurts. I wouldn't think a little angel like yourself has ever felt the stab of pain on your precious little body.” He said, talking to her like she was a newborn filly. Her next words were sharp, irritating. ”Oh really? And what are your powers? Oh, are they not fully grown in? Have you not figured out how to use them?” He said these rude words to her in a kindly tone, though he was clearly irritated. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Awesomeee Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[atrb=background, img844.imageshack.us/img844/7000/middlen.jpg] The red vixen didn't even try to hide or muffle a yawn the stretched her kisser's far apart, she was rather bored with the situation, even if she could bring up more comments to jab with. Exy was loosing her amusement, she honestly had a major urge to just go play with other foals and yearlings. But thing was the only one she knew of was her brother... and he was just boring and did nothing for fun of any sorts that Exy could think of. Glancing behind her to the stag her foggy blues flickered with little interest, ”Hmph soldiers are not the only ones who have ever been in a fight. Your quick assumptions can get you in trouble old man.” Snorting she pressed forward with several trotting steps, heading towards the trail she'd taken to climb such heights, ”My powers are none of a peasants concern... Ugh a brute's musk is so disgusting and nauseating. How can mares even stand being around them.” Exy couldn't hold back a gag as the wind had kicked up and her sniff powers had flared. The massive hessian's scent had been blown full force into the filly's louvers, it seemed the bigger the brute the more revolting the stench was. Perhaps it was the amount they always sweated, she didn't know, all she didn't know was it was so pungent her eyes were rolling in the back of her skull. Grimacing trying to hold her breath as she turned away, praying the wind would die down or change directions, Exy couldn't stand it. She started to walk away again needing to rid herself of the bloke's stench before a headache evolved. At times her sense of smell wasn't to bad but other times sniff seemed to heighten it to such high levels all her senses were sensitive to everything. It did create many headaches at times, she couldn't wait till she had full control, so she could be able to take in the amounts and adjust to the different smells easier. There were so few aromas of the Northern territory that were pleasant to suck into her nostrils, it was only a small reason she wished to find a less potent area so escape to here and there. The forges were becoming to strong for her tender nose to handle much anymore. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Extasii ll chestnut roan ll newborn ll 17.2 hh llgorg x optimr x qatar ll Sniff/Siren's Song/Telekinetic ll bluish grey eyes ll Born here, Yr 1, 6months old ll Northern Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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