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Post by Laz on Jul 17, 2013 18:37:04 GMT -5
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”Speech”
”Is this…real?”
Lazarus peered behind seemingly empty eyes at the new surroundings around him. He felt as if he had just woken up from a nightmare in which he sleepwalked directly off of a cliff. He listened to the roaring in his ears, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. Setting his jaw and trying to stumble quickly to his feet, it wasn’t long before he realized that something was indeed wrong. The legs attached to him were definitely not his…or were they? As if running away from his own shadow, the stallion reversed until his rear end collided with a tree truck. Feverishly he looked over himself, and the more he saw the more he was chilled to the bone. His pelt didn’t even resemble the silvery dapple that it once was. A teal color wrapped around his frame and his coat was now littered with black specks.
”Oh thank heavens! My mane! My beautiful mane and tail, they’re both still here!” He babbled, now twirling around in a circle trying to examine his extremely long tresses. A few brief circles later came to a halt, satisfied that not a hair was out of place and he was not going bald. Ghastly orbs took in the strange surroundings, watching in fascination at the beautiful rainbow of lights before him. A light breeze gently tousled his mane, the wind also taking his tail as a victim. Snorting deeply he inhaled the foreign air. He was trying to chase away the panic that had begun to settle over him. It was no use. He wanted to scream and head for the hills, except he had no idea where the hills were and nobody was around to hear him. About that time Lazarus began to pace; back and forth, back and forth, wearing a path in the dirt underneath his hooves. Giving another rough exhale, Lazarus lowered his head, forelock covering his eyes, his mane also shifted sending strands sliding down his elegantly arched boa. "Hello? Anyone?" He spoke defeated from underneath a pile of hair.
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OOC: Okay so this post royally blows. I’m still trying to get a feel for him. Anyone is welcome to join!
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Post by coraline on Jul 25, 2013 22:12:20 GMT -5
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions Heavy hooves stamp over the strange, colorful, ground. Ears prick up and swivel every which way trying to take in every sound that came from this strange part of his home. To the boy's surprise there was little sound. Murtagh had expected some kind of sound, maybe something like a waterfall, or maybe the tinkle of magic, but no. Everything in this multicolored area was eerily quite. The boy kept his different colored orbs alert, he did not want to risk getting himself mixed up with the likes of the Rift. No, he preferred to keep his hooves firmly planted on the ground of the land of his home. He had no wish to travel to that other land that so many of the horses from Aeon seemed to come from. It held no magic there, all of the horses were terribly normal, Murtagh would not like it at all. Though the creatures there would sure be blessed to meet such a glorious creature as himself. A slight chuckle rumbles from the boy, shattering the glass of silence that presided over this place. The stallion would have to be more careful to be quite, this place seemed more suited for silence and the boy would not take away something that fit so well unless needed. So, if he did not wish to travel to Earth, why was he here? Well, the stallion had asked himself that many times along the long travel that it took to get here. There was nothing here for him. And yet he felt a pull to journey to this place. Maybe it was his connection with magic, how he wanted to learn from it, to control it to the best of his abilities. Maybe it was his connection to Aeon as a whole, as his home. He loved this land dearly and so he wished to know every part of it, to journey to every edge. To know every plant, rock, animal, and so on. Or maybe it was because Murtagh believed that this place could hold a secret to where those devilish equines came from who attacked his home. He would take any kind of information, no matter how small. He just needed help with his search, with his journey for revenge. The boy tossed his head slightly, his dreaded mane somewhat tangling into his horn. Even his thoughts seemed too loud for this place, he needed to be in total peace. And so ths stud cleared his mind, listening intently to the quite around him, reveling in it. This peace, it was beautiful. Murtagh would stay in it forever if he was not so sure that it would drive him mad. Beautiful things did tend to do this, drive horses to insanity. But just as Murtagh was beginning to feel as if the silence of the place would swallow him whole a sound caught his attention. Somewhere there was another equine speaking. Large ears flick towards the sound, leading the large beast towards the source of the silence breaking noise. As Murtagh grew closer her heard words, someone was asking if there was anyone there. The voice was obviously male, though it sounded quite frantic. Murtagh snorted at this. A stallion should never be afraid, he surely would never be afraid. As the beast came in sight of the equine in question the boy somewhat understood what drove him to sound so frightened. It was obvious that he had just been through the Rift. The stallion's coat was a strange shade of sea green, his eyes a complete white, a horn spiraling from his head. The boy's body still seemed to hold some kind of shine of magic, making it obvious that he had passed through the portal quite recently. At this thought Murtagh couldn't help but realize what a strange sight he would be to an equine who was new to this land. He was a rather large horse, his coat a clean white color with those shinning blue patterns on his pelt. He himself had a horn that grew from his forehead, along with a pair of large wings that grew from his shoulders. Surely he would be a sight to see to this new equine. Murtagh rolled his eyes, knowing that he would have to be pleasant. The creature coughed lightly, showing that he was there and he meant no harm. From his distance the boy walked slowly, so that he would not startle the stallion away. "Ello der bruda. I couldn't elp ta notice ya mus be just arrivin frahm dah Rift." The stallion nodded his head towards the dancing lights that seemed far too close for comfort. "Mus' ah been a bad trip, eh?" Murtagh laughed lightly at his own words, taking in the slightly disheveled and frightened look of the stallion. ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Laz on Aug 4, 2013 19:40:21 GMT -5
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”Speech”
Thoughts
The clank of approaching hooves and a cough out in the distance distracted Lazarus from his constant obsessing. He turned sharply in its direction, ghastly orbs falling upon a rather large and muscular stallion. It was a good thing one could not see Lazarus’ eyes, because the first thing the stallion did was trace the outline of the newcomer’s extremely well-built frame, and it wasn’t exactly to size him up. What? Lazarus couldn’t help but stare- I mean look at him! He had never seen anyone so strange. Not in a bad way though, more strange-extraordinary, less strange-bizarre .The stallion’s slender muscles were covered in a snowy porcelain pelt, with interesting bright blue swirly patterns decorating it. Massive looking feathered wings were folded at the stallion’s side and a spiraling horn protruded out from his head, much like the one that Lazarus now had, which would explain his throbbing headache. He was surely quite the site to look at, with those exotic pools, one couldn’t help but stare into, to the left, a rich emerald green and to the right a shimmering blue. The stranger’s mane and tail reminded him somewhat of his own, only without all the matting. It lacked all of the length and volume Lazarus’ had but he wondered what it would look like all taking care of. Then the strange stallion spoke.
What a wonderfully alluring accent…Stop gawking!
“Uhm….Yes, good day sir, the rift you say? Lazarus replied and mirrored the stranger’s nod, his crown also lifting towards the rainbow of lights above. “A bad trip? Yes, I’d say so. His head lowered again, orbs staring directly into the blue and green pools of the stranger before him. He was big, very big, and in fact he was so tall that Lazarus had to look up a bit to meet the stallions gaze. ” I’m still waiting to wake up. They say you can control your dreams you know…but I swear I’ve been trying to wake up since I arrived here and clearly it isn’t working!” A soft smirk parted his lips, the stallion had to try and make light of the situation. He was unsure of if the brute would pick up on his joke, but took the risk of coming across like a raving mad lunatic anyways.
Anyways, can you help me understand what’s going on? I don’t even look like myself. Everything is so different.” Lazarus was intrigued by this equine. Leaning back onto his hips, he listened to the chilling quiet of the world. The fact that he was never going to be able to go home had finally settled upon him. Lowering, his head, Lazarus emitted a sigh and pushed any remaining thoughts of panic out of his mind for the moment. A slightly quizzical look crossed his face as he blinked up at him, ”I’m Lazarus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” It certainly wasn’t the most eloquent speech he’d ever held, but hey. Who could blame the guy, after all the shock he’d had these past few hours. For now he was content loitering and talking to the stranger. If he didn’t completely scare him off, maybe he could give him some advice on how to make a life here?
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OOC: xD Sorry for the wait!!
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Post by coraline on Aug 5, 2013 21:20:32 GMT -5
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions The stranger seemed to calm down somewhat after Murtagh sent out his words. This was good; it was no use trying to talk to a horse that was fritzed out. The equine could feel the other stallion’s eyes on his form, but he didn’t really think twice about it. Surely Murtagh was a strange sight to this new comer. He must be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, due to the drab equines that lived in that other world known as Earth. But Murtagh was also quite the sight to even the magical horses of this land, few here could even compare to him. The large beast gave a prideful toss of his head, his neck arching magnificently, his form straightening out all of the way. If one was going to be looked upon it might as well be at the perfect pose. As the other equine looked at Murtagh he took advantage of the stare, looking over him as well. It wasn’t as if the portal had ruined him, as the stallion had been acting before Murtagh came upon him. His coat was now a rare color of teal with tasteful splatters of black fleabites, this beautiful new color that would surely stick out must have been much better than the bland color that his coat must have been before. His mane and tail were a well-kept pristine white, falling thick around his form, adding an almost mystical look to him. His eyes were almost as alluring as Murtagh’s with their complete white color, almost. Murtagh gave a sly smirk; he didn’t mind that his stare was obvious. It was a gift that he would even look at this beast; he should feel special under the equine’s cool gaze. Soon the equine under Murtagh’s stare began to speak. He made mention of the rift and agreed with Murtagh that the trip hadn’t been a good one. ”If it be makin’ ah difference, de change ain’t hurtin ya a bit.” Murtagh nodded his massive head along with the words that he spoke, that smirk still laying thickly on his lips. The equine then said that he was waiting to be woken up from a dream. Murtagh gave a sharp snort at the comment, his head tossing gently. ”If ah dream be’a puttin’ ya ina place like’a dis un, I wuldn’t be a wantin’ to wake uhp.” The large beast nodded his head in utter agreement, this land of Aeon was much better than the place that the equine had come from before. There would be no part of Murtagh that would ever hope to leave here for Earth. Once more the smaller equine spoke, asking if Murtagh could explain what exactly was happening. ”T’ be honest I aven’t been true der muhself. Only herd da stories ov dat place dey be’a callin’ da portal. Yah get pulled frahm ya home and some be’a changin’ der whole bodies, like yars av done. Den yah be sput outa der an be landin’ ere in Aeon.”[/b] Murtagh looked down towards the equine, his multicolored orbs watching him silently. His ears flicked around his head, listening for any sign that the portal was going to snatch him up and take him away. Murtagh would run forever just to get away from that. He wanted to stay here in his home. There was no way he would leave this place without seeking his revenge. Tearing those devilish stallions to shreds. Head shakes slightly, ridding himself of those violent thoughts. No need to think such awful things with such interesting company. Once more the other equine spoke, saying that his name was Lazarous and it was a pleasure to meet him. Murtagh nodded his head, telling names was an excepted form of pleasantries wasn’t it? Murtagh had been so out of company that he had forgotten. The beast gave a light hearted chuckle, a deep and alluring sound, for he was hardly ever in the mood to laugh. ”Dat be a true name fittin da land.”[/b] It was true, that name would mesh well with all of the exotic ones that seemed to come around from every part of the land. ”Muh calling be dat ahf Murtagh.”[/b] After that small speech the boy gave a gallant smile, his head cocking to the side somewhat. ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Laz on Aug 5, 2013 22:50:57 GMT -5
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”Speech”
Thoughts
At the stranger’s compliment, a gigantic grin spread across Lazarus’ maw. ”Why thank you! I’m just glad my marvelous mane and tail made it through the rift! I can get used to this new coat I suppose, it is a nice color. I can pull of just about anything it seems! Your pelt is quite striking as well, very attractive.” The stallion replied cocking his head to the side, his voluptuous forelock falling over and covering his right orb. Even though it was obvious the brute was quite full of himself, Lazarus couldn’t help but pay him a compliment. The confidence Murtagh displayed was quiet charming. It also seemed that he really liked it here, maybe Lazarus would too? Once he came to settle in that is. Once he had a home. Once he knew he wouldn’t be eaten by fire breathing daemons with batwings and eyes that shoot lasers turning you into a pile of ash. Yes, maybe then he would come to love the land as much as the towering steed before him did.
Murtagh’s answers were awaited with the utmost anticipation. As if he knew everything there was to know about the rift. He was slightly disappointed to find Murtagh didn’t venture through the rift like himself but was content with the rest of his response. ”Ahh…Aeon. He said softly, the foreign name rolling off this tongue. Then as the stud looked down though his wonderfully exotic eyes, he paid Lazarus yet another compliment. ”Well, thank you, Murtagh. That is quiet the name, if I do say so myself! Laz couldn’t help but admire the boy’s smile…and there he was gawking again. There was something intense about his gaze as he studied the stag, but remembering his manners, he spun around, giving the world of Aeon another look, as if it was even possible to hide his obviously roaming eyes. Lazarus found himself really enjoying the conversation, not wanting it to end anytime soon. He didn’t want to be alone again either. Yes, he had muscle and speed but he hated fighting. It was true he found exploring to be pleasant, to wander from time to time, but he certainly wasn’t comfortable doing it alone. ”It is very beautiful here…” He said calmly chasing anxietys away. He turned around again and facing the mysterious Murtagh. Taking a few steps, Lazarus began to circle the stallion. He wasn’t doing it in a threatening way by any means. He just wanted to admire the impressive steed before him. Surveying, and cataloging each and every detail of the brute.”You look so….wow…I mean wow as in…badass. I wish I had wings like yours! There was his unabashed honesty again. So much for manners and not gawking, Lazarus just couldn’t get over how different Murtagh was from all the other equine’s he had seen. He was so fascinating, and a far cry from the mundane world of earth tones and realism.
Slowing down and coming to a halt, Lazarus stood quietly. So many thoughts began to race through his head. Crown upturned, gaze locking on the heavens, Lazarus briefly spotted something that sored through the skies. It was just another sight he would have to get used too here. Again the mysterious being flew overhead, white orbs lingered upon it before it disappeared from view. What would it be like to fly? Simply spread your wings and take to the skies to so easily escape your troubles? He asked, somewhat envious of Murtagh’s wings. It was just another detail that made him even more mysterious, and beautiful.
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Post by coraline on Sept 12, 2013 15:14:06 GMT -5
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Murtagh
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions Murtagh watched the creature before him with an intense stare. The stud did not mind that this could be considered rude, at this moment manners didn't seem to be all that important, or so it seemed to the beast before him. Multicolored orbs dance along the beast's pelt as he stated that he could pull off anything, a slight grin running up his lips in a manner that agreed with he stallion. This beast, Lazarus, did seem to have the looks and the name to go along with this land. But he was very different all the same. Both Lazarus and Murtagh were equine, that was obvious, but they were not of the same blood. They were not the same creatures. They were vastly different. There was the much smaller beast, fretting over losing his glorious locks and here was Murtagh allowing his own long mane and tail to mangle in with the makings of nature. There was the steed before him, still slightly covered in the scent of fear. Murtagh prided himself in not ever being afraid, no he was far too strong to ever fear anything. The stallion could over come any obstacle that came his way, he could tear apart any beast that dared to stop him. Eyes dance away from the beast, landing on the mystical lights of the portal. What was this land Earth, that made such plumy horses? Maybe this land would strengthen the stallion Lazarus. Murtagh hoped for this, because the stallion was one that Murtagh would not mind having in his company. If it not for those few small quirks that had briefly flit about his mind only moments previous. The equine's gaze stayed long on Murtagh's pelt, something that once realized caused the beast to flit and turn away from him. Murtagh slightly rolled his eyes at the show. It did not matter that he stared at him, any beast would, any beast did. Murtagh stood in the silence that enveloped them, allowing Lazarus to look about the strange first sight that he was granted of Aeon. His ears twitch, catching every breath of the silence that Murtagh considered a part of him. It had been far too long since he had the pleasure of speaking to another equine. His quest for vengeance had brought him out of the sphere of the other equines of Aeon. They only got in his way, but he did miss the warmth of conversation. Maybe it was time to take a break, time to actually live a life filled with other equines, filled with something like happiness. Lazarus soon turned back around to Murtagh, making a statement at how beautiful this land is. "Ayhe, tis dat. I be the proudes' of all deh erses ta call dis place muh home." After Lazarus spoke of the land the equine began to circle Murtagh. The beast instinctively tensed his muscles. Sure this beast did not prove a threat, he was so tiny, but he would be prepared if anything did happen. But instead the beast only laid his eyes upon Murtagh's pelt, not a hoof or tooth came for him. The creature tucked in his head proudly, ruffling his large wings at his side. He did quite like all of this attention. When the equine finally stopped Murtagh laid his eyes heavily on the beast's own pure white orbs, an ear slightly cocked at the equine. Lazarus spoke of how 'wow' Murtagh looked, then stated that he wished he had wings like him. At this the beast sent out a low, dusty, laughter; his whole barrel rumbling along with the sound. "Tank yah, brudah. Do naht beliehve I ave ever hahd the pleasure af being called such ah ting." Murtagh once more laughed, the sound shattering the silence like glass, dancing around the dark and yet colorful land. It was just such a random compliment, showing yet again that this equine was not one from Aeon. "Dees tings do add ah bit avf excitement t'da warld. Murtagh nodded along with his words, a happy smile flitting onto his lips. The beast once more spoke, asking what it was like to just be able to fly about around the world. "I dn't tend t' jus' flehy abou' willy nilleh. I onstly do eht when ehts truly importint or heavily needehd. Eh prefer to stayh firmhly planted on de ground, meself." There had only been a few times that Murtagh chose to fly up into the air. Now, when he was younger, happier, the beast would take to the sky at every ample opportunity. But now it seemed that all of his sorrow, all of his guilt, had weighed him down far too much and now flying was only a burden. ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Laz on Oct 29, 2013 11:59:03 GMT -5
[POST COMING - I AM ALIVE ;D]
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