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Post by Nova Drusa on Jan 17, 2013 15:56:05 GMT -5
Alaric threw his head back letting out a fiery scream into the cool night air. He marched threw the snow, feeling stronger than any other solider in the history of the mortal world. Snow melted underneath his coal hot hooves. They pressed into the snow. Water was such a venerable thing. It went away with any sign of danger. Her dug his hooves deeper into the shoe as it vaporized into the cool night. He checked to make sure the steps her had taken had dissolved the snow entirely leaving tan-burned grass.
A mouse scurried to cross his path. Alaric veered back and reared up thrashing his hooves out. His hard hooves planted deep into the snow. "Stupid creature!" Alaric called after it but, the mouse continued on. Did the mortals not know who he was? He continued on to see gleaming golden eyes glare against the night. Fire he thought. Alaric shifted his eye color to the same golden-fire color. He approached one of the creatures. Maybe this creature knew to respect Alaric. If not he would pay with a deal. Perhaps he couldn't speak. If that was the case. Alaric would strike a deal with the creature and turn him into a talking parrot.
Mortals were so stupid. He rolled his eyes at the thought and snorted his blue-purple mane still blazing in the cold night. He leaned forward to sniff the creature. His ears drew back as he realized it had no scent. What kind of trickery was this? Was he being trapped? Alaric's mane blazed brighter now a clear sign that he was getting fed up. He'd stay quiet until he found out who or what was causing this.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 17, 2013 16:56:53 GMT -5
Pitch was bored, his kingdom amongst the shadows was lonely and dull. His beasts, his demons, he created the out of sheer boredom, the monstrous shadows took the form of dragons, griffins, horses, demons and monsters that bore no name, and the victors, he allowed them rise to the surface world, to do as they will. Once he had manifested the fear, had shaped it, had bestowed it a physical form, he could no longer contain it. It was beyond his control. They were images of death and decay, living nightmares made to bring terror and chaos. Forcing their victims to relive their darkest horrors again and again until Pitch recalled his powers. It mattered little who they infected, everyone feared something, even he, he merely just kept his repressed.
The empty cages rattled and he dispelled the two beasts fighting to claim one other and stepped through his shadows. he didn't understand why such things no longer brought him to earth, perhaps the Guardians had done more than banish him, perhaps the Guardians had sent him to this bizarre place, but he doubted it. They were against him, the only force that stood a chance at defeating him, they wouldn't dump him somewhere else, especially a place like this, where belief was not needed to fuel his chaos. Such a lovely place this was.
A whinny broke through his musings and the great blackened horse came to a halt in front of him, tossing its impressive head, and opening up its mind to the terrors it had inflicted. Pitch chuckled darkly as he watched the children scream, watched them cry and clutch one another as his demons drew closer. He stroked the creatures mane and neck offering it his 'love'.
"So cruel, so callous, you are divine my love."[/color] He cooed to the beast who nickered and brushed his nose against Pitch's face, the shadow bender did not mind, his shadows had provided all of the love he would ever need.
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Post by Nova Drusa on Jan 17, 2013 17:17:39 GMT -5
Alaric was in no mood for games or any of that sort. He was going to find the who or what was making these strange and oddly inattentive beings. Did they not know that he himself could kill them all with a flick of his fiery tail? He snorted out mockingly and smoke fueled up into the cold air. She marched through the snow once more using his enhanced senses. His mane was really ablaze now the stars even burned brighter in respect for their fiery king. He then came to an odd place. Indeed it was lined with more of the odd inattentive beasts. Their moving among them was someone he didn't recognize. He placed his hooves harshly on the ground and if he had stood there for more than he had the grass would have turned to black ash.
He flicked his tail careful not to set anything on fire. Yet. He was making steady progress to this figure among them and found his path way toward him. With a threatening scream he rose up becoming much taller than when he was on all fours. His sharp hooves thrashed the night sky emitting golden embers from his hooves. When his hooves made contact with the snow again the snow was vaporized and steaming up into the sky. His golden eyes flared back to their blue-purple glow and he snorted his ears pinned at the figure. This was not a sign of fright his body language was clear, he wanted answers and wanted them fast. He snorted this time instead of smoke arising from his nostrils a burst of fire did. He was mad and he wanted to know if he was the one creating these...what was the word... Shadow beasts! He tossed his head glaring into his topaz eyes.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 19, 2013 16:41:14 GMT -5
Pitch's humanity was a lonely shriveled corpse, cowering in the blackened and decaying corners of Pitch's heart. It saw no light and it was given no quarter, lonely and afraid the creature shivered in the icy darkness never to see the light of day again. Pitch himself was a demonic being, whose world revolved around fear and darkness. The cold, bitter emotions of pain and anger. He held no love, no compassion, no sympathy for any being, living or dead. The thoughts of his daughter sparked sadness in his golden orbs, but he would not think of her. He. Would. Not. Think. Of. Her. The horses sensing his changing emotions stamped the earth and cried out their displeasure, while carved from Pitch's own infernal core, the beasts were highly in tuned to his wishes and his whims. They obeyed him...for the most part, a sneer curled his lips at the thought of the damnable guardians.
The sound of stampeding hooves caught his attention and he turned. His horses were not more than shadows and fear, blended to create a physical form, they made no noises when they ran, they were shadows, figments of someone, or something's, worst nightmares, they did not make sounds. With a flick of his hand, his horses were dispelled. The shadows slithering back to whatever crevice of which they came, and the fear swirled back to Pitch, sinking beneath his alabaster flesh and he grinned at the beast before him. His lips curling up to reveal his dagger-like teeth and folding his arms behind his back, he held its gaze.
"My, my aren't you a feisty thing... what is a beast like you doing in a place like this?" That deep tone was seductive alluring, he held no fear for this creature, it could snort and paw at the air all it wished. Very few things scared Pitch.
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Post by Nova Drusa on Jan 20, 2013 10:43:38 GMT -5
Alaric's fiery eyes gazed down upon the man. His neck arched his muscles flexed in his neck. He would play dominate here. He felt as if this man wanted to be the dominate one. He would not let that happen. Then that word escaped the man's lips. beast. How he hated that word. He was the fire elemental. Mortals had no respect. With anger his eyes flared into a red flame like color. He stared right into his topaz eyes. Beast. Beast was a unintelligent word. Beast. Was the word many spoke before he burned their homes down. Beast. Was not a word Alaric enjoyed at all. His left front hoof pawed the icy snow and it rose up into the air fading into mist. He firmly placed his hoof pack down. "Beast is not a word that fits me. Beast is the word many speak before their villages burn into smoldering ash." His eyes flared brighter. The stars were really glowing now.
He flicked his flamed tail mockingly and threatening. He would not hesitate to burn this whole place down. No he'd actually enjoy it. He took pleasure in destruction and very badly he wanted to destroy himself. He could hear his brother, Water's word burn in his head. Don't be stupid Alaric! Your stupidity has been the fault of our respect Alaric! He snorted at his brother's words. One more word he beckoned for the man to say. One more disrespectful word. Just one, and this whole placed would be set with blue fire. His eyes showed no emotion, not that they ever did but, he was glaring at the man. Glaring the way he had to the many before who had called him Beast.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 20, 2013 14:04:59 GMT -5
Pitch's heart was black and filled with bitterness and anger. No light touched his soul, no kindness brushed his eyes, no love flitted across his heart. His eyes cold and callous watched the stallion, if it could be called as such, display his aggression. Pitch had never been one for death or decay, he much preferred his victims alive, tormented forever by what the shadows showed them... or perhaps whatever fear he decided to instill upon them. Death had never appealed to the God of shadows. He found it rather dull and boring. It wasn't like the horse could harm him, Pitch was a shadow, a mere reflection of darkness, he would simply fade away, vanish to never return. The guardians and himself were damn near impossible to destroy. Incapacitate, sure, wound, most assuredly, but kill? Impossible. They were all emotions given a physical form, nothing less and nothing more.
"So angry, so temperamental... you may not prefer the chosen name of beast and yet you act as uncouth as one so I find the name befitting and until you prove me otherwise, Beast is what I name you." The creature, whatever he might be, had reserves of power. It pulsed through the air and penetrated his shadows, he could feel it, almost as strong as one of the Guardians, but the thing had not come in shouting with that annoying booming voice and swinging swords like toothpicks... oh how Pitch loathed North. He would only fight the creature is such a thing came down to it, he found no pleasure in harming natures creations, their fears most of the time reflected his own and he hated to see them just as much as the beasts hated to relive them, but that did not mean that he was kind.
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Post by Nova Drusa on Jan 20, 2013 14:43:46 GMT -5
Alaric's eyes continued to burn into rage. "You should really learn to choose your words better." Alaric said chuckling. "If I am a beast wouldn't that mean you are too?" Alaric said shifting his eye color back. Alaric was not a fool. Maybe a bit over-powering but, he was not stupid. This man clearly wanted his home to be burnt to the ground. He smiled and flicked his tail into the tree lightly as blue flames emerged onto the tree. "Oops." Alaric said smiling. Of course Alaric knew this was no accident nor did his voice indicate it was an accident.
"Powers must've slipped." He said staring back at the man. "Learn to whom you are speaking to, beast." he said eyes narrowed. Alaric tossed his head as the fire engulfed the tree. Fire was wonderful. "So be it if I'm a beast but, we all have to be sometimes..." Alaric cooed mockingly to the man. Alaric realized he'd stood too long and shifted his weight to find that the grass was black ash smoldering with orange embers where his feet had been. His eyes flickered in amusement becoming more intent with his deed as each second wore on. "Now then... where were you? I'm uncouth right?" He teased his ears flickering in to catch his next remark. his eyes shifted slightly as he watched the fire spread to the top of next tree. "Not the progress I was hoping for..." Flames spawned at his hooves and with a neigh they blast to other trees. He turned back to face him his eyes had been sparked with happiness. He was in his element.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 24, 2013 16:03:44 GMT -5
Pitch was not in the habit of making friends. His bitterness and his utter hatred for a vast majority of things left him bitter and unattainable. His loneliness and his depression had changed through time, rotted away until it corroded and changed becoming the hatred and fierce passive aggressiveness that he held so dear now. He listened as the creature spoke and he waited ever patiently for the beast to finish... he had all the time in the world and then some, he was nothing if not patient.
"A beast? Oh no my dear... I do not go around shooting flames to vent my frustrations, nor do I stamp the earth and scream like some ill-mannered brute. I work through my seductions, I remain hidden from the world, lost in the shadows... a serpent, why yes. But a beast I'm afraid not." The calm, smooth response rumbled up through his vocal cords like silk. A wicked smirk across his face but he showed no signs of violence or domination... nor was he afraid, he was the perfect picture of calmness, until you chanced upon his golden gaze... there, chaos reigned freely crackling with every word he spoke.
He watched the temper tantrum with exasperation in his gaze... was this creature not proving his point. He destroyed things, grew angry and fierce for no other reason than a wicked temper... such barbaric notions, Pitch held no time for barbarians, his own stallions, marred by fear, quivered and whinnied but they were patient, they waited for their masters call, containing their power until the opportune moment. This...thing, merely snapped. Pitch grew bored, the beast reminded him far too much of North and he did not wish for a headache this day.
"And... yet again you merely move to prove my theory... very well I shall leave you too your incinerations. I have no desire to watch a rotting forest decay even further." He did not vanish, at least not quite yet. He waited to see how the creature would react to being ignored. Would he surprise him? Or act just as temperamental?
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Post by Nova Drusa on Jan 24, 2013 17:52:50 GMT -5
Alaric's eyes narrowed at him. What a fool he was. Alaric's flames began to burn down as he took a deep breath. With a demanding scream the flames charged back to his hooves. He turned back to glance at him. "I am Alaric, fire elemental." He said his eyes flickered calmer but, still fierce. "Serpent you may call it. Ha. Then why approach? if you slip into the shadows?" Alaric challenged with less aggression.
Alaric would never be a docile one. Never. He'd never stop fighting. Ever. Funny thing about the word never. His brother had used that word. Never do this. Never do that. It seems as though his 'perfect' brother was not so perfect. Being a uninformed leader might as well be a sentence to death. Water had tried to be the favorite element and often was. Water was stupid in Alaric's mind as well as useless. Why had his leader or parents or whatever you wish to call them make water the element key to survival and fire key to destruction. Yes her knew his mother did not love him as much as the others but, really? Basing positions on favorites? It was improfessional and ignorant.
The Fire elemental narrowed his eyes. "You sir I'm afraid do not know the definition of serpent. You may refer to your self as one but, it will only bring disgrace and failure to your name. By all means though continue on being a 'serpent'." Alaric said. Being a Serpent was not something to be proud of. Serpents were creatures of the underworld causing death and destruction as they moved about the sea devouring ships and sea creatures. Serpents were ruthless. If this man did match his definition of serpent. Alaric would fight. Never would he stop. Never. There was that word again. Never. Never was the word that burned deep inside of Alaric. Never was a word her respected. It was a word of determination.
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Post by Pitch on Jan 26, 2013 17:41:12 GMT -5
Pitch was growing tired of this creatures relentless energy, did he not know the definition of the word calm? Was a proper conversation out of his reach? Troublesome. So very, very troublesome. Anger and rage were weaknesses. They had a tendency to override common sense, which was incredibly dangerous in itself but aside that if forced you to make rash and more often than not foolish decisions. Rational thoughts fled and that left one vulnerable, weak... it was North's biggest downfall and it would be this creatures too, so unpleasant was he.
"A serpent lies in wait, never revealing itself until its victim draws too close to escape, it is what I do. I have never been fond of announcing my presence to all the world. I may not be as well known as the lion but I am just as deadly if not more so." Which wasn't entirely true, Pitch did not take pleasure it actually killing anything. He wanted people to suffer, wanted them to bow to his level, to know what it was like to watch their world crumble, their darkest nightmares become a flesh and blood reality and then and only then was he at peace. His powers stemmed from his own bitterness at losing his beloved daughter. Bitter and cruel had poisoned his soul and corroded his heart until nothing remained but tar and ash.
"My name is Pitch. Bringer of nightmares and master of the shadows." He bowed rather elegantly and as if to prove his point the shadows jumped skittering across his flesh and vanishing back into the forest. He was curious if his powers would work on this so claimed elemental, he had never even heard of such a thing before today much less seen one, but even he had the common sense to know that this...thing... would become an annoyance if he grew on its bad side... not that it appeared to have a good side to begin with.
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