welcome to the pride; flighty

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

Gradient orbs glared at the corpse, the rotting bones were still in the perfect position. Still in the form of an equine. There was not one bit of meat upon the bones, meaning it had been here a while or something had picked it clean. Draken's eyes scanned it, finding the snapped canon bone on its front leg. Such a tragedy. His skull moved to look to his right. The entrance of Obascus in sight. The bones parcially hidden in a thick brush. By the looks of it, the beast had walked through the foliage and snapped his leg, falling in and forever unable to move. He must have suffered, just out of range of calls, no one would hear him. Drak wondered how long he stayed like this. Starving and thirsty. He wondered if it wasn't long and the wolves then came at him. The thought delighted the huge hessian. It was a pity that he wasn't there to watch him suffer. He could see it now.

Large stilts crashed into the earth, kicking up dirt and leaves as if they were nothing. The lumbering frame of the beast moved loudly through the brush, over taking the sounds around him and frightening many creatures away. But one sound caught the beast's attention, no matter how faint it was. Large harks flickered towards the sound, his body moving on its own accord. He broke through the foliage and came upon the silver bay stallion. Grey eyes looked up, in complete pain. The bay beast asked for aid, but Draken's lips just curled into a malicious smile, lifting his hoof and pressing all weight, slowly, upon the snapped canon bone. The unholy screams fading into the night...

Draken hissed in delight, kicking the skull past himself, and towards the entrance. His huge frame towered over all. He was a pure slab of muscle, ready to burst at the seams. His hooves were bigger than a dinner plate, and could crush the skull of many a poor soul, if given the chance. He was pureblooded, his pelt shimmering black, his feathers long and grungy in appearance. His mane was wavy and dirty and kept short, his tail stripped and torn, parts of it long, parts of it short. Just how he liked it. There was nothing special about the brute, aside from his half missing lips and his eyes. And his height. He stood at an abnormal twenty hands high, he towered over everyone, his abnormal height scared many away from him, and he had no problems with that. It was a blessing to him. He snorted, kicking the skull down the incline that lead into the ravine that was Obascus. He grunted, looking down the incline in annoyance.

He had no idea why he was here, he had heard that Obascus allowed almost any into its ranks. He needed a loyalty, someone he could be loyal to, other than himself. Loyalty was one of the redeeming qualities he had, one of the very few he had. Draken knew nothing about family, it was nothing but an annoyance to him, he never intended on having a family of his own, but he knew he had to spread his genes, though he was sure his brother would be disgusted at that. He grunted, knowing exactly what Wolfgrimm would say. 'To spread your genes would be a plague upon all of us.' Drak let out a deep, rumbling laugh. His brother didn't know how right he was. The hulking behemoth wondered if he could find someone worthy to carry his seed. He didn't have any hope set on that, but he knew he would find one. Whether it was against her will or not, he would find one. The black beast slid down the incline, finding the skull and kicking it again. He played this game with the skull until he was about a mile within. Funny, they had no guards. He snorted, some security they had.

Captain Flighty

[Captain Flighty]

PEACEMAKER
I've got the wings of a fallen angel
I offer peace if they praise my name
I live your life taking everything I can get
Look down, time to fly!
Looking for a fight, punishing the guilty ones
You are a disciple of your own gun

The brindled and spotted creature shone gold and chocolate in the light; her ivory mane hanging in waves to the ground; her entire bodice concealed. Dangerous weapons and formidable armor clung to her body. The feathers about her limbs concealed even more of the deadly apparatus the poisoned land had gifted her with. Beneath the cascade of hair and staunch armor was thickly corded muscle. Her body was in peak physical condition. She and Pompeii still trained every day; more scars were added to the menagerie every month. The training had started in preparation for the dismantling of the light kingdom. A kingdom she'd once been a part of. A kingdom she'd turned away from so that she could save them.

She was Imperium now. She'd fought for the Dark Militia. She'd won. She'd bled and shed blood for Empress Nirvana. Peacemaker was a fighter and she'd proven her worth in the War. Her stature was small by most standards, but she was fierce. Her heart was pure; virtuous, but the call to power, the call to serve, the call to protect this valley and its people from its own weaknesses was ever present. She served the empire of Imperium to protect every soul in the valley. She was no traitor, no turncoat; she was only the Peacemaker.

The small, freckled mare had never doubted herself, but she remembered the looks some of the others had given her. She remembered the first day she'd pledged herself to the Dark Militia. She remembered Pompeii's insistence that she was a coward; that she allied in the Dark only out of a survival instinct. Peacemaker had gladly shown the golden brute the extent of her strength and bravery. That was the first time she'd beaten him, but not the last. Pompeii was skilled though, and in time he'd begun to hold his own; learning the tricks of maneuvering around her weapon laced frame. In time, as their sparring had begun to even out in wins and losses, they'd become friends.

Her red-Green eyes turned then to Pompeii as he stopped walking; pulling her from her thoughts. She took in his alert stance quickly and her gaze followed his. Intruder. A jet black stag entered the land; kicking an ivory object over the crest of the rocky hill at the mouth of Obascus. Peacemaker headed straight for him; Pompeii at her side; though he remained slightly behind as well. He was thicker, taller, more powerful looking in nearly every way, but it was clear he was the submissive; the follower. She smiled fondly; her eyes mischievous as she thought of the scars on his chest that would perfectly match up to her dainty jaws.

Peacemaker lead the golden stallion directly into the path of the black colt; he was tall, but it was clear now that they were nearer that he was very young still. The ivory object skittered across the stones and landed before her dainty hooves; forcing her to stop. Her red-green eyes cast downward; a subtle look of disdain crossing her features; a flicker of near recognition in her eyes as she studied the bleached skull of a long dead creature. She wondered which of the many souls she'd known in Obascus had fallen to the wolves this time. She dismissed it quickly, however and looked back up at the young colt. Young, but a near match for her in size already. "Speak your name, child." she ordered. "And state your business in Obascus." her words were simply, terse, strong, but the voice that spoke them was dainty and feminine; like bells.

She could almost sense Pompeii glaring at the just black creature and she half grinned as she waited for the colt's response.

I've got my fingers burning
How come my gun is turning?
I make them pray and then I calmly blow them away
Taking rebels to the street, no matter who I'm gonna meet
because Everybody knows that I am..
Always trying to make things right
Sometimes problems just multiply
This peacemaker on the scene of the crime
Bad guys win though it won't seem right

© Flighty 2005-2014

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

He had heard rumors of this place. The lands of the once Dark Queen. She now led the ones known as Imperium. He snorted, Imperium. Altus. All a bunch of bull to the black stag. They tried to bring the alliances together, it some twisted manner but all the Friesian brute saw were new names and a snuffed out Light Kingdom. The two ruling kingdoms; Imperium and Altus; would not hold peace for long. The Lights were angry. Their Former Queen still roamed these lands; both of them. Surely they would not take kindly to that. But they were Lights. More like kittens than anything else. He snorted and kicked the skull again. Whoever this poor soul was; was obviously not a Light. He hoped the Empress was smart enough to not let a Light this close to her home. Of course, the sad thing had broken its leg and failed at whatever it was doing. Drak let a chuckle roll through his chest. Would have been a funny sight to see the equus go down.

Gradient orbs looked up from the pale skull and to the movement ahead. His eyes fell upon two equines. One was severely touched by the land's poison. The other, only slightly so. His large nares flared, taking in the scents of the two. A mare and a stallion. His marred lips curled into a smirk. The skull rolled next to the mare's hooves and he drug his eyes up from her hooves. He took in all of her deformities; wondering just what she could to with them. He suspected she could deal a bit of damage; and take some. Her vocals reached his sensitive auds and his face contorted as if she had prepared to strike him; auds pinning back as all of his muscles prepared for the headache he knew would start as soon as one of them spoke. It was just a dull throb. Almost as if it weren't a headache at all. He snorted and slowly un-tensed; his auds going back to their original position. His purple eyes found the mare and stallion again and he snorted; harshly. "Draken Rahl. I hear Obascus allows just about anyone into its ranks, is this rumor true?" His voice rumbled, it had a growl added to it and was almost inaudible; a slight accent under toned it. His eyes flashed to the palomino brute next to the female and then back to her. He was much larger than she. 'No wondering which leads and follows now.' He could almost scoff. He had never been much on women leading. They were meant to follow. 'Probably shouldn't say that out loud. Maybe later...' He contemplated.

His uneven tail slapped his hindquarters. While he was perfectly capable of living on his own; he needed a loyalty. Someone to give him things to do so he wouldn't bash skulls in; of course bashing skulls in would be a very good distraction. But even then, he needed something to do because he wasn't particular on having an entire herd on his ass for killing a few of their members that got in his way. "Having a loyalty to stick to would keep my mind from...other things." He struggled slightly to find the right wording and then gave the duo a shrug. It wasn't like he was gifted with the power of conversation. Drak didn't even glance at the stallion as he moved closer; to the mare, and then looked down at the skull. He seemed to examine it for a long while before he kicked it again, off to the side. He watched it roll down a slope and then looked back at the two. "And you two are?"

[Captain Flighty]

PEACEMAKER
I've got the wings of a fallen angel
I offer peace if they praise my name
I live your life taking everything I can get
Look down, time to fly!
Looking for a fight, punishing the guilty ones
You are a disciple of your own gun

Peacemaker's expression hardened with cool distaste as the creature's eyes danced over she and Pompeii. The cocky grin on his face was so typical of those that used to call the Darkness home. The war, though, the war had brought a new strength into the ranks. With the banishment of the name of Darkness came the destruction of the stereotype. Imperium was an empire now, not a kingdom of evil bent on it's own destruction. No. Imperium was power; good, evil, dark, light. All the same now in the name of strength.

The black colt's ears pinned back as Peacemaker began speaking and she had the notion to rip the ugly look off his face; but it was a passing desire. Pompeii stood utterly still and silent at her side, but she could feel the apathy creeping over every aspect of him. Her lips twitched in a mocking grin as the creature spoke then. She wondered if he could tell at all that Pompeii was creating a hundred new forms of murderess torture for him in his head. Surely he could see no such thing from the dead eyes of the stag at her side. It had taken near a year before she herself could even begin to fathom the workings of the golden stag.

Peacemaker brought her thoughts back to the colt then and her eyes appraised him once more. He had the build of a warrior. Certainly there was potential in those purple eyes. She took a deep breath; replaying the snarling quality of his words in her mind. He projected an aura of rabid intensity, but clearly he had it under control somehow. She liked him.

"It is true that the Empress has lowered the standards of the place." her bell like voice answered with clear disdain as her eyes made yet another pointed circuit of his frame. She smiled, wondering what those other things he spoke of might be. He looked like the type that would just go around slaughtering anything that moved without any reasonable trigger to his violence. "Titles are still earned, Draken Rahl, make no mistake of that, but a place could be made for one so young, certainly."

The young beast stepped closer then and she much enjoyed the way he ignored Pompeii's presence. Having the golden stag at her side did nothing to diminish her own powerful aura. She watched the purple eyes of the beast as they moved to the sun bleached skull at their feet. Her eyes flickered to the strangely familiar skull and then watched the colt. His eyes moved back to hers with his question then and she smiled; a look that was both frigid and smoldering at the same time.

"I am the Peacemaker," she answered him in her dainty voice, though there was nothing dainty about the name; surely it was spoken among the outsiders of Obascus in hushed whispers. She could just imagine the fear some laced into the syllables and the respect and reverence of others. "The other is Pompeii." she added in a dismissive tone. Pompeii was sure to gouge a piece of flesh from her later for that but she didn't much care. All that mattered was that he would look to her as leader in the presence of others. He would never allow anything to bring doubts of Obascus and it's strength to outsiders.

I've got my fingers burning
How come my gun is turning?
I make them pray and then I calmly blow them away
Taking rebels to the street, no matter who I'm gonna meet
because Everybody knows that I am..
Always trying to make things right
Sometimes problems just multiply
This peacemaker on the scene of the crime
Bad guys win though it won't seem right

© Flighty 2005-2014

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

His flaming eyes watched as her own grazed over him, his pitch lips curled over his dentals momentarily, almost as if he could feel her eyes on him. The young male wasn't sure if he particularly liked being looked at in such a way. His purple orbs narrowed at the mare, she was older than him, that was obvious. He was just under three years of age. Not even sexually mature yet and he was already just as tall as this mare, if not taller. He let out an audible growl like sound, but it held no malice, it was almost as if it had come as naturally as breathing. He payed the sound no mind because he was used to it, almost like one was used to bones cracking when they moved a certain way. His mind turned back to the mare as she once again spoke, her bell-like voice ringing in his auds and he pinned them back slightly, attempting to alleviate some of the annoyance it caused him. His skull throbbed slightly but he was managing it. He quirked a brow at the mare, but mostly ignored what she said, his orbs looking at the dirt by her hooves as the pain pulsed and began to grow more unbearable. He shifted uncomfortably and snorted, his tag flicking his flanks. 'Fuck, I wish this damn pain would go away.' He whispered in his head, cringing slightly. His gradient orbs looked up at the mare, just as she smiled. She had a pretty smile. At that thought, the pain mellowed out and he straightened his stance. He had to concentrate on something, something other than her words and he would be fine, he hoped. The look she gave him was like ice and fire, it stopped the pain in its tracks and slowly melted it away. His hard features visibly softened as he relaxed, a quiet sigh escaping him as the pain left his body.

Peacemaker... He ran her name over in his head, but he had heard nothing of this mare. Then again, Draken wasn't exactly a social butterfly. He had been born before the war was finished, and while he did not join in on it, he had watched from afar, but he had never learned the names of any individuals, minus the Empress. His facials switched to one of boredom, without his knowledge as he watched her. As she addressed the name of the stallion, Drak didn't even look the palomino's way. He focused on Peacemaker, a small grin on his torn facials. Now that he was closer, he could see just how unique this mare was. He hummed slightly, but it took on a growly tone; his violet orbs skimming her body before turning back to her face. 'Ranks are ranks, if it comes to me, it comes.' He rumbled, glancing over at the one dubbed Pompeii. There was nothing interesting about the palomino brute, other than the fact that he had a horn on his forehead. Draken Rahl snorted and turned back to the femme. 'What would it take for my acceptance into this land?' He inquired, looking over her shoulder for a moment, he wondered just if he could truly be loyal to the mare known as Nirvana. Or perhaps Peacemaker.. He shot a glance at the mare before him before he glanced back at the land for a few seconds and then back at the mare.