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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 5:55 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:47 pm
Sweat dripped from Demon's brow. His stomach growled and groaned in protest and it was a battle to keep the fresh kill in his stomach. At least he had ate something, this feeling had been getting worst for days now, his temperature rising slowly but surely to the volcano it currently was.
He rolled on his and Cherish's make-shift bedding of straw and leaves. Everything ached. Oh Kalona God! It was agony to simply take a breath in an out.
Slowly he tried to open one of his eyes, darkness and nausea greeted him, more groans escaped him..... and before long it became clear. This was one thing he couldn't fight. Something was going on that was far beyond his control... all he could do was go with it.
More sweat.
More panting.
More waves of dizziness.
More nausea.
Until finally his pain vanished into a darkness so much different to that of his cave. Eyes settled closed. His eyes rolled in their sockets. His body flinched and fought in his sleep, even as his memories started to come rushing back.
Memories Demon would have rather forgotten all about.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 5:27 pm
Cold.
Darkness.
Pain.
Exhaustion.
All these things came flooding back to Demon as he found himself stuck once more in the memory of the horrific day. Water raged all around them, rain droplets striking like knifes upon their flesh. Glowing eyes and the bobbing of two heads trying to stay above water.
For the longest time that was all that Demon could see or remember. The coldness, the sharp bitterness that he was sure would be the end of him. He wasn't alone though. Oh no, another struggled with him. Their wings as desperate as his own as they thrashed in the water. Their legs moving with all the power they could muster.... and his tail... it stung from the grip of teeth that held it.
His sister. His sister Fathom held on to him as if her life depended on it.... and it did. They had decided to work together, sibling rivalry placed aside for the greater good. Fathom had placed her trust in him, he was in the lead, the stronger of the two despite his bruises and tired muscles.
It was an event that forever changed their relationship, shifted their perspectives of each other. The rain had come on so suddenly, the very land beneath their hooves shifting from that of solid ground to what would likely become their water graves if they didn't escape quickly. He could remember how time had wavered, as angry as the water that surrounded them.
The storm raged on for many hours, the pair exhausted and cold to the bone.... until finally a slice of relief was had. A makeshift bank appear. They didn't really have much of a choice where they swam, but luck had been with them.... it had been the first time when Demon had come to understand that luck was indeed a real thing. Strength alone would never have helped them to survive.
Shivering.
Blank expressions.
A desperate cuddling for each others warmth.
They had sat out of the storm, battered and cold from their experience. Only Kalona knew how long they had struggled in the endless flash flood that had appeared, but now they were safe. "Don't worry Fathom," His own voice echoed in his head, a distant memory now. "I won't let anything happen." On that day an alliance of sorts formed between them, a silent bond that could not be shattered so easily. To this day Fathom was the only family member, the only person, who he would use the word 'trust' with. Out of his dreams, Demon's body relieved the experience, his hooves digging desperately into the air, his body shaking from the cold, his breath short and laboured as he struggled to simply keep the in and out motion going. He remembered it all too clearly. Yet another memory he wished to forget forever, lock it away with those of his torture. [[Based on:: A Storm is Brewing.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 12:19 pm
Everything shifted in his mind, the world of rain and cold being replaced by an image of the beautiful shadow creature..... Proserpina. "AGAIN!" He barked, resetting the obstacle course for Proserpina to run through. She may be made of pure shadow but she was lazy. Demon was sure that with training she would get faster, become unstoppable... but that meant gaining stamina, something the stubborn female seemed reluctant to learn.
This had been there fourth encounter, each time Demon had come to simply spend time with the interesting creature... after all, you never knew when you needed an ally with a 'different' skill set. He had enjoyed their encounters, the lazy conversations as he passed on knowledge and secretly took away hers.... after all, she didn't exactly hide her stories or guard herself from him. Sure, they were only little things.... like which way travellers came through this forest. Where the best food lurked. Shortcuts and hidden paths that only those that lived here would know... all extremely useful, especially when setting traps for his own sport and amusement. Unicorns made for particularly interesting sport, what with their deadly horns.
Rustling leaves.
The twang of branches.
The snap of twigs.
He turned to see her again. Glowing eyes focussed upon their prey, he had learnt how to track Proserpina's movements during their time together, not that he would reveal his secret to her. "AGAIN!" He barked, even as he found himself secretly impressed. She learnt quickly. At this rate she would surpass even his skill.
Proserpina, was the perfect student.[[Based on what happened after:: Dark Hearts.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 12:46 pm
Pain riddled it's way through his body.
A silent scream frozen upon his features.
It hurt... dear Kalona... it hurt!
As suddenly as it struck it left him again. His body left panting and weak for a moment as he rolled back to his four hooves and stood shakily.
Before him was Alti.... a kalona who was starting to age, grey hair and the slight tinge of greying feathers in her wings. Yet age had not slowed her down, did not make her worthless, no.... if anything she was the key to everything Demon wanted!
Black magic. Those two beautiful words sang in his head. After months of search for anyone with the knowledge he had been led to her.
It had also lead to pain, agony and misery. Three companions that kept him lovely and warm at night.
Every time he made a mistake... she struck him.
Every time he was too slow... she struck him.
Every time he spoke out of turn... she struck him.
Every time he failed... she struck him.
Committing each sin into his memory via his flesh.... and they were lessons well learnt.
Tears of blood rolled down his face as he stood. Sheer determination preventing him from toppling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He had to master this... he just had to....
Clearing his mind of everything.
No noises. No images. Nothing but beautiful blankness.
He summoned his inner power....
It curled inside of him, and in his minds eye he saw it very much like a snake, curling and uncurling as he tried to charm it to the surface.... charm it to strike. This time something happened, a result so very different to every attempt before. A spark of life... or rather... death.
He groaned, his concentration snapping shut a moment before his power had reached Alti... he had felt it, had practically seen it leave his mind and enter the real world. Shaking his head he prepared for his punishment, even as a smile crossed his features... he was close! He could sense it.
Soon, the power of black magic would be his, and when it was.... he would become unstoppable! Sweat dripped from his brow, the fever still keeping its strong grip upon him. Demon panted and wriggled, his wing twitching as the memory unfolded.... some of the scars remembering all too well how they had appeared there. [[Based on:: A test of worthiness.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 12:50 pm
Memories of Rhea came flooding back then, the patch on his leg that she had attacked still throbbing in memory, the flesh scared from the impact. Yes, Rhea had left a mark upon him in more than one way. Beautiful tanned flesh, a horn of green and feisty eyes that matched.... daring Demon to challenge him, and challenge he did, enjoying the reaction that he drew from her each and every time he did. A fiery temptress that held no more Kalona blood than a squirrel. She had opened his mind to the possibility that strength and power were not associated with breed.... then again, given how he had taken a liking to her, he wouldn't be surprised it was simply his desire for her that saw her so.
Hot and fierce.
Playful and sexy.
She tormented his dreams.
Clash after clash only serving to boil his blood higher and higher, the excitement become akin to a drug to him.
One day though... fire raged, and with it came the sudden realisation that this was too much, his fascination for her was not the same as the affection she held for him.... two sides of a very different coin.... and so, Demon did the only sensible thing.
He walked away. A single tear rolled from his closed eye. The pain in shrivelled mess that was once called his heart aching at the loss.... but was use was a weakness you couldn't control? After all, there was no way Demon could ever have controlled the whirlwind that was Rhea. He had taken the only logical path. [[Based on:: A Day of Nothing || Something Unexpected || Don't Push Me || This is the real me! || & Fire Everywhere.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 2:02 pm
The fever raged on. His brow moist to the touch and a puddle starting to form around him. Never could Demon remember suffering like this with the hooves of another being involved. Everything shifted again, this time he was in control, a beast honed to perfection, his muscles ready to pounce as they flexed with the lazy grace of a predator moving in for the kill. Three trespassers.... but one.... capturing his attention entirely. Her flesh ethereal in colour, white at first glance but with a tint of blue, hair like a waterfall.... and horns! Kalona horns too, he licked his lips instantly intrigued.
Arguing pursued.
Shifting to a show of strength.
Powerful stomp.
Flying dirt and dust.
Gaping mouths and hesitant looks.... from all but one... his little diamond in the rough didn't fear him, no matter what he did or said. No, she looked at him more like a God than a Beast.... the idea appealing to the most primitive part of him.
Sweat.
Blood.
Tears.
Soon he chased them off, drove them from his land.... leaving only one behind. His payment for sparing their lives. His new toy.[[Based on:: Snatched.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 2:23 pm
Cherish was gone.
He knew it before he even looked into the cave he had claimed as their home. Her scent lead away... but not just her scent! No... others, lots of others.
A cry of sorrow and pain ripped from his throat.
Though it was not from the person missing that he had cried out, no, it was the fact that someone dared to do this on his tuff, with his possession!
Unacceptable!
Hooves slammed into dirt.
Rage bubbled within him.
Sharp turns.
Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Left.
Around and around his mountain he followed her scent.
Further and further away from his cave.
Into the forest.
Over a river.... the scent vanished.
As if it never was.
He kicked at the water, sending rain spraying all around him. This would not go unpunished. No. This offence would be paid for in blood, sweat and pain before the year ended.
And with that... all of Demon's motivation and determination shifted to two key purposes. Getting Cherish back. Teaching those that took her a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.
A growl escaped him, a feral and evil sound that rumbled with malice and hatred within him. The fever still refused to break, still refused to shift to something less threatening.
[[Based on the plot to have Cherish stolen from him.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 2:24 pm
The smell of blood filled his senses. Fresh kill. Another few points. With a lazy grace he wandered in search of his next kill, aware that there was a time limit on their little game.
His sexy little nemesis.
A temptress of skill and good breeding.
Not bad considering they shared blood.
A scent carried on the air, closing his eyes Demon paused for a moment, waiting for his opportunity. The wind changed, a flurry of movement reacted to his left as his scent was carried towards his prey.... still he grinned, the hunt was on.
Muscles rippled under his coat.
Breath steady and trained.
Heart rate thundering.
The strike was swift and quick, the taste of blood filling his mouth. More points. More food. He was on a roll.
For a moment his mind drifted, Santeria was to become a general in his army... he would have no one else, knew her competitiveness with him would drive her to beat him to the goal... to his prize.... he needed that, needed the push and the drive to keep on his hooves. To get too cocky now would mean the death of him.... and he wasn't ready to die, he had far too much left to prove!
Changing direction again he stalked after her, wanting to watch her so he could pounce and steal her prey, steal her points.... he would win this little game of theirs. His pride would allow no less. [[Based on:: Friendly Challenges and the plots revolving around Santeria.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 5:33 pm
Sweat continued to drip from his brow, but Demon had slowly started to move less and less, his however heart continued thundering in his chest. Pain radiated in his limbs, but he was to consumed in his own mind to notice. Demon stood proud. The breeze running over his pelt and through his hair sending odd shivers up his spine. He was ready. This was what it had all been about.
The wolves had done their job, scouting the area well and relaying the information.
His soldiers were in place, his general sneaking off to the rear just incase it was needed. He didn't expected much resistance. Sheer numbers enough to scare them all off. He was here for Cherish. Here to prove that no matter how long it took he would repay any crime against him.
No deed went unpunished.
Taking a deep breath he looked down at Alpha, barking a single command. "Go!" The wolf knew what to do, he would take the members of his pack that had joined him and seek Cherish out. Secure her while he paid those who had defied him a lesson.
Hooves marched on the ground.
To his right was Fang. To his left was Felina, Kaida and Regulus.... the unicorn was clearly not designed for battle but after some smooth talking he had managed to convince the fool that the stars had told him to join him here. "Let's go." He called to each of them, wasting no more time before starting down the hill.
He would wait no longer!
"How did I get myself roped into this?" Kaida hissed.
"Shhh! We are to help Mr. Demon, then we can leave." The voice seemed to tremble to his ear, it was... delightful. Even as he hated that it came from the one with Kalona blood... pathetic creature, he had half a mind to put her out of her misery and do the world a favour by getting rid of such a weakling.
"Silence. Do your jobs before I change my mind and end your sorry lives myself." His voice growled, vibrating deep within his head. An echo of a memory.
Eyes on the prize he moved with a practised grace towards his target.... a flutter that had just entered his line of sight.
This was a means to an end.
He would not be denied.[[Based on Demon's Army.]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 4:10 am
VICTORY!
He growled, the sounds ringing true all around him.
He, Demon, had won!
The place was now empty bar he and Cherish, again she hadn't run from him, hadn't shown fear.... perhaps simply because her simple mind couldn't comprehend such things. It didn't matter.... he had won, he had proved his strength and reclaimed what others had dared to take from him!
Wrapping a possessive hoof around Cherish, he spent a moment just breathing and basking in the glow of his victory.
This felt right. Master and possession.
Wasting little time on sentiment Demon soon moved on, "Come Cherish. Let us go home my dear." And with that the pair walked home.
[[Based on the plot to steal Cherish back.]]
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