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  Mid-Winter, Year 2    Leviticus Era
A meeting for the Knights of Lyrus is being hosted by Commander Kodarki in the Red Waste!
Destroyah has lost to Draco in a heated fight, but we're sure we'll see more from the mare!
Valor the dragon-horse has lost against Zuriel, fighting on behalf of Etain for Crucis!
The Hall of the Dead now has an official forum within the Depths.
Beaufort takes Amapola to the Creation Pool after she was badly beaten by Valor.
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Rogue

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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 7:53 PM.
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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

He was on the mend. Both mentally and physically, the black roan was doing better. His swift defeat in the marble colosseum had left its mark on the tender ego of the young stallion. The results were a testier nature concerning certain aspects of his prowess as well as a greater humility toward those with more experience. The knight of Lyrus had been an honorable opponent even if the draft was still chaffed at having lost to an elder. Other life events, of the sweeter and more tender kind, were driving him to grow too. It was becoming increasingly difficult to relish the solitude he had once thrived in. The rogue was beginning to look at the herd lands with more interest than ever before. A glint of ambition sparking in his citrine gaze each time he stared across their invisible boarders.

All this musing was done on the run, or more accurately a brisk walk. Cloven hooves flexed and gripped for the rocky path beneath the snowfall as the pegasus steadily gained altitude, his wings nestled upon his back. He would have increased his pace but the snow disguised holes and loose rocks. Besides, he was still strengthening his left forelimb after its injury. High above, the sky was filled with nimbostratus clouds of gloomy gray coloring. Glimpses of the pristine blue horizon peeked through in tiny portions alongside shafts of yellow-white sunrays. The land below reflected the feeble light until the afternoon was set aglow in the winter wonderland way. Tasting the air, he pondered if it would snow again. The branches of the conifer shrubs braving the steep ridge were already laden with their frozen burden and the weak ones would likely snap with any more weight. Grazing was scant beneath the cover, too. Any uncovered by swiping away the snow was brittle and hardly enough to fill a hungry belly. At that moment a shale broke loose under his left hind-hoof and brought his attention strictly to his footing. 

Successfully reaching a summit the heavy built stud paused to lift his roman sloped skull and savor the view. It was breathtaking. Opening his resplendent wings he stretched them straight up. The dusk hued feathers ruffled luxuriously before folding against his back and flanks. The indigo streaked forelock and mare rustled when he kinked himself to nuzzle at an itch upon his withers. His leonine tail hung in a relaxed position but was high enough that the ombre hair covering the underside didn’t touch the ground. The feathered tip flicking this way and that. Sighing with relief when the rogue managed to get the spot he unwound to face the view. "I wonder if a certain nymph would come this far," he murmured aloud as his thoughts turned toward a certain sapphire maiden. 

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OOC | @[Tantibus]
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 1:45 PM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 1:45 PM by tantibus.)
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His mind was growing restless, becoming a haven for all things dark and twisted. This was nothing like the sex-driven fiasco that ran his life before he bumped into Khadeeya, and yet it seemed to have been born from it in some way. That part of his life was something the man was indifferent to, however, and this is where the biggest difference arises. He was not particularly happy about the meaningless life of one-night stands, but he was not displeased with it either. Now, though, now was different. This life that he was beginning to create, a life of things altogether more sinister and sadistic?
 
He was enjoying it.
 
One had to find some way or other to fill the gap a lost lover leaves, especially when their loss is not through choice but the cruel claws of death. Unfortunately, it just so happened that Tantibus had found his solace in self-destruction. He had barely belonged to the lands of Elysium a few months and already had lain with countless mares, both willing and coerced, and drawn shame upon his Lyrus Knighthood. This was unbeknownst to both Syrilth and Kodarki, of course, for the beastly stallion suspected if they found out then his title mightn’t remain for much longer. Lucky he was practised at keeping secrets and travelling under the radar.
 
Dragon’s Ridge was an intimidating setting for most, but the stallion was unfazed even if he was beginning to get in over his head. Something about the way Tanti was starting to carry himself suggested this ‘attitude’ was in for the long haul and wasn’t about to reach a climax any time soon. There was nothing to tell quite what the beast might’ve been planning, though you’d be intelligent to bet it wasn’t anything good.
 
His cloven hooves were sure-footed on the cold rock of the ridge; his tufted tail swayed curiously behind him in similar character to a tightrope-walking cat. The strings from which his piranha skulls hang have been wrapped tightly around the prongs of his bone antlers, for their constant clinking together was becoming both an annoyance and a distraction on his climb. The cold failed to bite at the man’s exposed flesh – he was too hardened to climates of near-every distinction. The look in his eyes today was almost maniacal, though he had no plans to be carried out at this moment. They were far too meticulously planned: he was too intelligent of a man to make rash decisions. One might worry for the creature, or creatures, he should be destined to encounter on the ridge-top this afternoon. I would not suggest that worry is the right emotion to be entertaining, for in his unpredictable manner, I would believe that quite anything could happen.
 
It would not be the first time Tantibus has taken us by surprise, after all.
 
His lithe thoroughbred frame allows the stag to arrive promptly at the top of Dragon’s Ridge, surveying his surroundings and taking due note of the coloured Pegasus ruffling his wings a few metres away. He stifled a snort at the creature’s contorted form as he reached around to scratch an itch, and began to approach with his head held high enough to at least close some of the distance between the height of the two horses. ”You quite fancy yourself and those wings, don’t you, mister?” he leered, his voice gruff and taunting. One might expect him to be hoping his new acquaintance was not a fighter, for there were certain advantages to be had in both height and, well, flight. But Tantibus was either too much of a masochist, or too much of an imbecile, to give two shits whether this stallion would try to fight him or not.

Kyrian notes: oooOoO I wonder what will happen (also /tells tanti off for swearing)


Rogue

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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 11:04 PM.
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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

Attention shifting from the scenic view toward the source of an unfamiliar voice addressing him, the draft possessively resettled his wings at the brusque remark. Indeed, with their enormous wingspan and striking coloration, the feathered wings were an asset to him. Both eye catching and efficient, the roan couldn’t have traveled nearly the whole of Elysium in so short a time as he had without them. Besides, the thrill of flight was unlike any joy found on the ground. So his expressive orbs narrowed suspiciously when they landed upon a lithe built stallion lacking wings but sporting impressive antlers.

Blinking, the pegasus realized that the antlers were actually attached to skull on top of the equine’s. It was situated on the stranger’s head similar to a mask. Decorated with crimson symbols that were akin to the red motifs upon his shoulders, the rogue mistrustfully peered into the empty eye sockets of the fallen stag to see if he could catch the gaze of the newcomer within the shadows. As the other stallion continued to approach the thicker built stud turned to face him and answered the jeer with a deep rumbled reply, "As a matter of fact, I do." It was a tad vain but a smug curve graced his onyx lips when he simply tilted his head upward to look down his nose at the slightly shorter copper and black male. It was arrogant and not something he typically did, but it gave him an instance of prideful satisfaction that had him puffing his chest. Usually the baroque male would dip his head in respectful greeting and position himself in such a way that acquaintances didn’t feel so small, but his first impression was that this stallion wouldn’t be easily intimidated.

"I do believe I could say the same about you and your ornaments," he drawled. The sharp eyes of his flicking pointedly toward the fish bones and casually drifting down the false face to the exotic markings. Ears swiveled back, not aggressively but haughtily, as he flicked his unique tail. The wealth of russet and silver streaked forelock trailing over the stranger’s brow seemed excessive to the short mane stallion, his forelock barely reaching the whiskers above his eyes, and he nearly made a comment about priming and pampering with fillies but held his tongue in check.

This surliness was uncalled for and he released the pent up hostility with a sigh. Sable audits flicked forward while he plastered a charming grin on his mug. The genial stud sucked in the cool, fresh air in an attempt to rid himself of the spite. He was uncomfortable with being so easily riled so he reached inside himself for the affable nature that wasn't too far beneath the surface. Introducing himself with a slight nod of his head, citrine gaze never straying from the deft looking visitor, "My name is Kyrian. Have you come for privacy or would you prefer some company?" Either bode well with him. Striding toward the trimmer male, he peered inquisitively at the stag skull and its designs all the while trying to see beneath it surreptitiously.

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OOC | tantibus wow, Kyrian was a bit of a grump, haha! Definitely curious to see what they think of each other. 
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 13 2018, 1:39 AM. (Edited: Jan 13 2018, 1:40 AM by tantibus.)
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Now, Tantibus was conceited but this was perhaps in rather a different way to what the definition suggests. He knows he is handsome, now even more so in his rugged, war-torn way; he knows he is intelligent, brutal, skilled on the battle field and in other regards; he knows he is the sort of man that you would want to be, kill, or kiss. But in his knowledge of this, he is silent.
 
What is the use of arrogance if you will flaunt it in every which way you can? There is none. Arrogance in itself is a trait, a weapon with which to take your enemy by surprise and beat them down with a final blow. By enemies, of course I mean by majority vote the women he tries to get into bed. There would be no use, no benefit to him walking up to a pretty woman and telling her “I know I am beautiful, wonderful, now will you please sleep with me?”, for she would likely kick him in the backside and trot off to a man who treats her like the princess she’s always dreamt of being. No, the correct tactic is the silent approach. Sweep the woman off her feet with effortless charm and a confidence that suggests not of egotism and dominance but entices her to believe she is the only thing he wants in the world and he will do anything in his capacity to get her. From then, she will simply become another scratch in his tally of imbecilic mares who fell for his dastardly ploys. But that’s of no loss to him now, is it?
 
For the dark chocolate beast, there is no ruffling his magnificent feathers or tossing his wild mane to the wind with a smug grin pulled across his face. There is no “I am the best, I know it and you know it and why would we even try to argue about it?”, but he takes quite notable amusement in watching the precise same behaviour when it is practised by others.
 
The stallion’s grin grew wider and all the more devilish when his new friend couldn’t help but give his wings another shimmy. It almost seemed to be an involuntary response, like when you talk about bugs and begin to itch, or about yawning and suddenly everyone begins to feel tired. This poor, poor soul, so caught up in his self-importance that it has become fodder for his reflexes. He could tell, too, that this man was feeling some kind of superiority in the few inches he held above Tantibus. Well, it was not the nightmare stag’s fault that this stranger felt it necessary to over compensate for some things.
 
At the first of this man’s accusations, Tantibus raised a mocking brow. ”Save your tail swishing and feather shimmying, brother,” he retorted, ”Can’t you tell I don’t swing that way?” there was enough of a lilt in his voice to suggest it was not an entirely serious comment, but it wasn’t exactly said with enough jest to be jovial, either. That is to say, it was not a joke intended to lighten the heavy mood in the air between them. It wasn’t until after the Pegasus sighed and began to speak again that Tantibus realised what he was doing. This was not some man with pent up anger, ready to start a petty insult competition with a complete stranger, but rather a man with at least a little dignity he desired to keep.
 
Shame Tantibus wasn’t particularly in the right mood for conservation of dignity.

”Tantibus, to you.” he could’ve nodded, but didn’t think the gesture appropriate given the words due to follow from his tongue. ”Well, I could tell you to fuck off, but I guess that would be rude of me given you were here first, wouldn’t it?”
 


Kyrian aah man. he's so angsty he's embarrassing me


Rogue

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Posted on Jan 16 2018, 1:57 AM.
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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

When the other stallion’s tart riposte made his topline hackle, the dusk winged pegasus needed to take a deep inhale to maintain his intent at being amicable. Silently, he released the lungful through his flared nares. The rogue knew that any comment defending his actions - tail swishing or feather ruffling - would only give more fodder for this smug stallion to use against him. Kyrian could usually take a decent amount of teasing, jibbing, and taunting, but he wasn’t feeling particularly gracious toward this stranger. Who is no brother of mine, his thoughts fairly hissed. He simply gave a scathing onceover to nonverbally confirm that the feeling was mutual; he shared no amorous inclination toward this male nor did he toward any other, for that matter. So, even though his dark lips pressed tightly together and his ears shifted half-back, Kyrian maintained an air of attentiveness by maintaining eye contact. He was inwardly proud that his citrine orbs weren’t narrowed given his level of apathy at the moment.

The moment was short lived. Promptly after announcing his calling, Tantibus, the skull masked stallion proceeded to insult him and those sunfire bright eyes narrowed in vexation. By the skin of his teeth he avoided spewing forth an equally obscene response. He couldn’t stop the curl of his upper lip though. It gave a repugnant façade to the baroque stud as he bared his blunt teeth. Deep timbers rumbled from between the clenched teeth with ill restrained irritability, "Indeed, that would be rude of you, Tantibus." His mood further deteriorated from his good intentions much to his dismay. The temper that used to be hidden so deep within was easily provoked and he hated that.

Stamping a cloven fore-hoof, the draft sneered, "You seem to be spoiling for a fight. Is the little miss giving you such a hard time at home that you seek out random bystanders to harass?" He meant for the statements to come out more humanely, a genuine inquiry about the other fellow's wellbeing; however he was too off balance. The winged equine took great pleasure in being a shoulder to lean upon for friend or acquaintance, but it seemed that this wasn't the case for his newest encounter. He kept getting his roan coat rubbed the wrong way. Trusting his perceptive instincts, leonine tail flicking side to side, the brute continued to approach the lean built stallion. Steadily, his gait didn’t bring him within striking distance while he angled to circle the copper coated male. If Kyrian loathed anything it was injustice; a bully, a thief, a tormentor, a tyrant, and this stranger was giving off a distinctly hostile aura. It was more than his bitterly standoffish choice of words. The slender warmblood held himself a certain way. Was it simply arrogance or was it purposefully antagonistic? Whatever the meaning of his posturing, the muscular rogue intently watched his unexpected company and kept his deceiving amble. Those thick limbs were actually quite ready to spring into action if necessary. 

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OOC | tantibus Thank you for waiting so patiently <3 
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 16 2018, 10:16 PM. (Edited: Jan 16 2018, 10:16 PM by tantibus.)
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He had to commend Kyrian’s efforts to stay calm, quite frankly. It was obvious that it was taking the man some concentration to keep from snapping or lashing out, which was more than could be said for Tantibus himself. The thought that, before Khadeeya’s passing, he might’ve been friends with this stallion didn’t even cross Tanti’s mind. He was rather oblivious to their likelihood in nature, even, for the cruel minded ghoul of mourning had fully flooded his conscious.
 
Slowly, it appeared this winged beast was unravelling. Tantibus took a moment to revel in pride that he had made such quick work of Kyrian’s undoing; whether or not it was a true undoing given the man’s usual nature, he could not know, but something in the stranger had evidently clicked, and perhaps Tanti was about to bear the brunt of his annoyance. And even if this was the case, he would let it be. Then, Kyrian brought up the subject of women. A dangerous topic to say the very least. If this man had known what he was getting into by approaching such matters, he never would’ve let those words slip from his tightly curled lips.
 
The emotional mourning of his wife’s death was a phase finished long ago, but that was not to say he couldn’t be triggered by it in any way. He would never admit it to anyone, much less likely to himself, but any sort of subtle reference to her would rile him up in ways otherwise unimaginable. With quite striking speed his blood began to boil and what faint glint there was left in his dark eyes disappeared. He did not scowl, for his anger was something he would not admit but only show in his cruel methods of entertainment. He had not come here for a fight, nor had he decided he wanted a battle when he saw the man, but intentions were oh-so-easily changed. Now, his teeth found themselves grinding against each other, desperate to feel the satisfying softness of flesh tearing beneath them. His hooves itched to feel the give of a fractured skeleton as it cracked under impact. Even his own skin trembled at the idea of feeling pain again.
 
Pain was becoming quite the obsession to the masked man. The whys of it are quite ambiguous, but perhaps it’s something to do with feeling alive again. Khadeeya was his heart, his soul, his reason to keep living, so it was only natural progression that once she was gone something died inside him. Now, pain reminded him that he was alive and capable of feeling: the woman was not all there was to him, he could survive without her. Again, these were sentiments even he was unaware of, but with time they may creep up on him. Eventually.
 
He remained quiet as Kyrian approached him slowly, circling round him like an animal might to its unsuspecting prey. Of course, that would be from a much further distance and likely camouflaged – Tantibus was well aware of the situation that was likely to go down next. His lips were pursed in an unflinching maniacal smile, eyes following the gentle flicking of the pegasus’ tail. The two shared funny similarities in their tail and cloven hooves, though of course it appeared to do nothing in efforts of uniting them.
 
”Now tell me,” he deflected the conversation from the subject of ‘his little miss’ by mirroring it onto Kyrian. ”Would your little miss be pleased if I sent you home with a bloody nose and bruised knees?” a jesting snort flared his ashen nostrils beneath the skull on his crown. He began to join the circling, watching Kyrian’s poised limbs intensely with a subdued excitement and very little anxiety.
 
”Have at me, big guy. Give me your best shot.” 

Kyrian oh man oh man oh man i love this thread so much!! feel free to jump straight into it. as long as no serious injuries are had (basically nothing beyond semi-deep scratches/bites/lameness) i'm a-okay with anything! just wanna save the big injuries for his 'grand finale' hehee. obviously only if you're okay with tanti lashing out back, though, but of course i'll stick to whatever injuries you're okay with, too <3




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