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Post by B.oya on Oct 6, 2006 19:56:16 GMT -5
StormTrooper
He shot a quick glance at the king. You need to calm down. You are doing excactly the opposite of what you just said. We are pressuring you, and now you have cracked, for you have stopped thinking of a smart way to launch an attack on the darks, just charging right away to me seems like the worst possible thing to do right now. Storms words boomed. He didn't care if he wasn't the wisest for what he just entold, but he needed to speak his mind. He glanced at the other lights, hoping that they agreed. His mind was just bubbling now, calming himself.
[[no muse either]]
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Post by theft on Oct 6, 2006 21:50:09 GMT -5
Calm, jeez how that word seemed to throw a curve ball at the Batter. What were they supposed to do? Let Spirit continue to reign and lead them straight into the arms of destruction? Not happening! Guila's eyes were still locked into a pittless glare into Spirit's back. She didn't know about them, but right about now seemed like the right time to return to the Light Palace and figure out who was going to be the knew leader- before any darks got a wiff of the ruccus they were all causing. So who's with me? She asked silently by casting her gaze to meet those who were about to decide. Compete against this mulish creature or come have a say with your ole' pal Guila? That was it, bottom line, him or me, and by me she meant the Lights as a whole. Come get a say, was her new campaign. Come get a say in how we should overthrow the Dark King, revelutionize ourselves- and maybey not be held accountable for the death of our future legacies? Yeah, that basically explained Guila's intentions.
So slowly, as though the scene would never fade from a movie screen, the mare began to back up. Seeing if anybody would follow before she planned to turn and canter out with the new light empire. There was no second chances, folks, for if you stayed here you were clearly saying, I don't dislike this King enugh to save my skin from Evil, in so many words. She simply wanted to leave Spirit alone here- he was holding the Lights back- without even knowig it. The worst possable state you could be in when something as important as a Revelution or perhaps even civil clash between ligts and darks was about to unfold. With poor little saps like Spirit stuck smack dab in the middle.
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Post by Masque Quick Post on Oct 6, 2006 22:54:53 GMT -5
ooc[ Did Guila say anything or just think it all?]
Makeing eyecontact with Guila, he nodded. A silent alliance with the mare. Apollo's large bodance stepped closer to Spirit. No words left his mouth. Auds fell back as his teeth bared. Silently he protested in this equines leadership. Silence lasted for a meir moment. You will not be King anymore, Spirit. His tennor tones flowed though the cool air fronts. Now, you can either step down without a fight or you can be a stubborn fool and go down with a fight. Either way, you're royal days are comming to an end. His eyes moved to Trooper. Nodding to him his eyes moved back to Spirit.
Now Apollo wasn't the type to challange, he only stood up for what he beileved and 'ol Apollo sure belived in this cause. His long gray ear flicked to Guila. I'm with you. he thought.
ooc[ bad post, but I got it started sorta. Umm. I could make it much bigger but I am leavin in like ten minuets! lol. So See you on Monday<3]
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Post by Delilah on Oct 7, 2006 10:02:31 GMT -5
She watched it all unfold before her. No one trusted Spirit to lead them, and she herself wasn't sure at this point. He hadn't said anything that would help them. Gulia and Apollo and Strom Tropper seemed to be the only ones truely thinking here. She cast sad depthless orbs to Spirit, as her slender ginger stilts moved her toward Gulia and Apollo. She didn't hate Spirit but she was going to do what was best for everyone. She didn't want them to go into a battle in prepared, being led by someone who didn't know what to do, who would crack under pressure.
Ebonite orbs turned to Gulia, she was with this fae. Queen was just a title she was given, to her it didn't really mean that she was above anyone, and she wouldn't let the title of Queen be her downfall, be the start of an inner war amoungst the lights themselves. She remained silently, waiting for Spirit to lash out at someone, or to just give up.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 7, 2006 10:16:59 GMT -5
Spirit angrily shifted his gaze at Apollo. I will not step down.Nor will I crack under pressure. I admit that rushing into fighting is a bad idea, but I have a much better plan brewing in my mind. If you keep me as King, I will speak the plan to you. Spirit waited for a response from the other lights.
ooc: dang...no muse AGAIN! please let him keep his title, purdy please?
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Post by Delilah on Oct 7, 2006 10:46:31 GMT -5
She took a step forward. Depthless orbs falling on every face there. Kissers parted and sharp lyrics fell forth. Just stop! she shouted at everyone. by fighting this way we aren't getting anything done, i'm going to the dark lands, i will find were they are. And then i'll come back and we'll work from there. she said her tone sharp. we aren't getting anything done by trying to bully Spirit from the throne. With that she spun about on her ginger stilts, and cantered off to the dark kingdom. Without a good-bye, without a second glance.
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Post by theft on Oct 7, 2006 10:59:55 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Guila to react, so wamo, here cam the furry of the French up close and personal. Infact, it didn't take her long to react, for once the word 'not' came spilling foolishly out of The high king's mouth she lunged at him. Reround, her agonizingly slow pace lurched uphill. Her boxy chest lurched forward in a speed that was diug out of horses only in times of crisis. Mahogony pistons thrashed out violently at Spirit's flank. This manuver came for behind, so it took a short little dance until she could shimmy up to the side of the fool. The she hoped she came on too quick to be the victom of a pittiless buck.
In a flash, her eyes were witness to the chaos that suddenly sprang up out of the snow. Everything zipped out of perspective and jammed into slow-mo as she continues her fury of hot iron kicks into Spirit's side- waiting fo Apallo to do something drastic. Just not to the head, she prayed, Anything to him but not to kill him. Her plan for a peacefull leave had failed, and Spirit was going down with a fight. Crap. But who ever said Lights were the peacekeepers? That was the nuetral's job, hello!
{yes, masque, she thought that all. tehe. oh & sry everybody for the blunt posting. iv'e been reading a little too mush of Maximum Ride}
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Post by B.oya on Oct 7, 2006 13:06:37 GMT -5
StormTrooper
He gaped as Guila charged at Spirit. He rolled his orbits as Delilah cantered off. Big mistake. Now they had two faens in the dark lands, and surely one of them were to be caught. He was outraged at how everyone was acting, but taking in a deep breath, he stayed calm. But he did nothing. It was not his place to side, for this was Guilas and Spirits fight. He would only get in the way if he tried to help either one of them. His crown turned towards Apollo, blinking and auds flickering. This was going no where, and Trooper was losing his patience with all of this nonsense. Everybody needs to calm down. Can't you see whats happening? We are creating a inner war, just amoungst ourselves. If they darks were to launch an attack on us at this moment, we would have no plan. He boomed, hoping that at least someone would listen to his plea.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 7, 2006 13:41:00 GMT -5
A shudder of pain rippled through him as Guila struck his side.Big mistake.He didn't care if she was a vixen, for he drug his ivories as hard as he could across her neck, and sent a swift buck towards her flank.EVERYBODY STOP! angry vocals boomed.I have a plan, but if you keep on attacking me, you will not hear it!Spirit stood panting with blood dripping from a tiny wound on his side. He knew that they'd try to kill them if they could, alas, he'd fight back.
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Post by mystic on Oct 8, 2006 7:23:46 GMT -5
Mystic looked at him. Well, if you have a plan. Say it! Stop saying you have one. Mystic had had it with his stag. He was pissing him off. Mystic believe he just wonted to be king because he was the lord, just using it to tell everyone what to do. He was over it. Mystic was not a stag to fight other lights but this one he would. If it was better for everyone, he would. Mystic would die for the king but not this one. Well, tell us...
(((me back. had a great time a camp. lol. )))
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 8, 2006 10:12:28 GMT -5
ooc: good bic:
My plan, Mystic, is to send some of our weaker stags and vixens to "surrender" to the draks.We won't actually surrender, but just make them think that.Then we attack with the stronger ones.Well? booming lyrics inquired.
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Post by theft on Oct 8, 2006 22:54:37 GMT -5
Guila, luckily had voided the potential threats that Spirit launched as attacks. Mere threats, compared to the intesity of the era, but enugh to make her stop her ruthless battering on the horse. No, it was a stupid plan. "Don't you know how pittiless the darks are?" She asked it like it was real question, and not just some sarcastic remark. It was hard to tell who was actually listening to her now anyway, after such a bold move. They might as well just say 'sick 'em guila' while she was still in such a fume. "The enemy has always been this dark, infact it has gotten worse since the dawn of time. Do you really think your being king by sending those lack in whits and brawn into where you should be to die? How cowardly of you!" His booming voice sounded small and out of breath after a plague of kicks from one particular mare. Again she decided to see what horses would stop giving Spirit chances. This time is a verbal note that really stirred up the pot, "Chevaux, why can't we just leave him? By the time he comes to another agreement he will decieve you as he has moi. Can we really afford that to happen? Come, I beleive as lights we can spare him." Oh how she hissed those last words at Spirit, taking her eyes off the counsel.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 9, 2006 12:57:38 GMT -5
Spirit nodded all the while as Guila spoke.I know the darks have been this ruthless since the dawn of time,but maybe if we negotiate between us, we can reach a verdict. vocals hissed quickly at the council.Spirit was getting tired of the council shouting at him.How could they do a better job?
ooc: no muse. sorry.
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Post by [Masque];; on Oct 9, 2006 19:15:58 GMT -5
ooc[ OMGSH I looove that Book, or series. Maximum ride <3 ]
As his Body, Mind and spirit became calm once more, the stallion regained himself. His eyes moved across the land for a moment. Stupid.. he thought to himself as he realised what his actions had done. Oh Delilah.. He though as she went away. This, was the worst thing that could happen. She probably wouldn't return. Indeed. His tones complyed with Guila's. The only one who was thinking. Spirit's sad attempts to stratigize was enough to make him laugh. But he kept his cool. A deceving look was upon his face.
Before we go on.. Apollo intruputed, we must remember why we are doing this. We must remeber why we are going into battle. He, Himself had to remeber why they where doing this. It wasn't to show which alliance was stronger, nore was it to proove anything. It was to keep the Darks in check and show them a better way of life. It seems as if most of us have lost our objective. Spirit espically... he thought. Now. Guila, I and probably most other equine here, belive you should lead us to victory. You, and you alone can lead us to our triumph. Makeing eyecontact with each equine, he spoke again. All in favour of putting Guila in charge, say Aye. It was silent. Not a word spoken.
Aye Rang from Apollo's maw. Who's with me.. he thought.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 11, 2006 15:17:49 GMT -5
Probably to the surprise of the other equines, Aye! rang from Spirit's vocals.Before any of you speak, I must say something.I am sorry that you don't think that I have been a good King, it's just that my past is beginning to resurface, and I am afraid that history will be doomed to repeat itself!Spirit wouldn't tell them what happened to him unless one of the other equines adressed him.
ooc: blech. must have used all my muse for the reply in salty beaches. sorry.
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