Post by Vast Darkness on Jun 21, 2007 18:16:05 GMT -5
As the sun finally set the light grew dim, the air musky and the sky black. There were no clouds in the black sky of night. You could see the full moon and the stars. The only light came from the glowing, silver moon. A cool breeze picked up and blew through the dark pines, making the branches shake. This place was a red stone canyon. The ground was as hard as can be, one reason it was so hard was because of hundreds of years, carving it, making it smooth. The other reason…The other reason was because stallion and mares alike fought upon this hard stone. Their daggers pounding it down, smoothing it and even scaring it.
As the night drew on it got quieter and quieter. Not one creature stirred. Then a high pitched cry pierced the silent air. The battle cry was long and loud. A thick fog spread across the lands then cleared once more as another cry pierced the air. This cry was no mean in the slightest. The mists came once more and a dark hellion emerged from the shadows. His pelt was a black as the night. It shimmered in the moonlight as he walked through the mists and over to the middle of the red stone canyon. The hellion’s muscles rippled as he walked. His powerful shoulders and hindquarters made his long, slender pillars stretch forward in motion.
He was a tall fellow. Ranging around sixteen hands high. He flicked his long coal coloured banner then shook his locks. The thing that caught your eye about him was his..optics. They were the most amazing colour. His optics were a dark violet. A beautiful dark violet…. Once you gazed into his optics there was no looking away. Once he got you in his view and locked his optics with yours there would be nothing you could do. When he looked into your optics it was like looking into tow pools of thick, dark colour. Just colour, the colour of purple. The only other colour in these pools of colours which made his optics was black. The black that made his pupils. The black was darker then night, darker then his jet black pelt which as it seems was the darkest black possible.
His visage was carved to be like the elegant visage of an Arabian blooded horse. His auds were perked forward in interest of the challenging reply. It was an odd reply. Did his auds deceive him? No. It was the battle cry of a light that wanted to.. fight. The hellion pinned his auds back now, he would love to fight, but a light? Oh please he could beat him with his optics shut and all four of his daggers planted firmly on the hard red stone.
The hellion’s daggers left the red stone. His pillars stretched toward the black heavens, daggers scraping at the stars, as if trying to bring them down as he came down. As he reared a sound emerged from his vocals. It was different then the first battle cry he had sang. It was stronger and gave you a chill. A chill that sank through your skin, leaking into your muscles then wrapping it’s self around your bones and refusing to let go. A chill that ran up and down your spine.. Giving you goose bumps.
The hellion came back down to the earth silently, only making a slight clatter upon the stone as he landed. He stood as still as a statue and as proud as one as well. His optics showed no emotion. He wore a smug sneer upon his mug as he stood there, waiting for the other stallion to show himself. But would the other stallion show himself? Or was he too afraid of this mighty king? The noir hellion tossed his crown and pawed at the stone with his front left dagger. He snorted impatiently but continued to wait for this new stallion to show himself.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave when a silver stag from heaven came from no where. The mist cleared away from him so where ever he walked there was a path through the mist. The silver stallion tossed his gentle visage and looked at the hellion with his kind blue optics.
The hellion did not look away from the light stallion’s gaze. What kind of a dark king would he be if he looked away from a simple gaze from a light? Not a very good one.
Finally the silver stallion from heaven looked away from the hellion’s dark gaze with a smile on his maw. The light stallion chuckled lightly and continued to smile. The jet black hellion rolled his dark violet optics and sneered back at the light stallion mockingly. This stallion wasn’t going to make him look like a fool. It was truly the light stallion that looked like a fool at the moment, just standing there chuckling and smiling like an idiot.
After a few moments the light stallion finally spoke. Greetings. I be the king of the lights, who might you be fine sir? asked the light king. The hellion stood there for a moment looking at the light king he narrowed his optics for a second then a sneer spread across his mug. Me? Well old man, I am the king of the darks. I am Immortal. He jeered, the sneer still spread across his mug. The light king nodded. I am not that old. I am only six summers old. Might I ask how old are you? You seem to be fairly young. I can still see some of your foal coat on you. The light king said with a kind smile that was mocking as well. The dark hellion’s sneer disappeared. I do not have remainders of my foal coat upon my pelt. I am four years of age. He snarled. Now let’s start the fight. That what you were here for, was it not? demanded Immortal. But of course. The light king said with a light smile. Immortal rolled his optics and got into his fighting position. The light king also got into his battle position then readied for the battle that was going to take place.
This shall be as easy as killing a new born foal. Immortal thought to himself with a sneer. The dark king wiped all emotion clean from his visage then waited for the light king to make his first move. The light king reared and charged at the dark king, trying to ram into his chest. Immortal swerved out of the way with ease and nipped at the light king’s nape as he passed by. His bite was much worse then the light king thought it was going to be. Crimson liquid dripped down from the light king’s nape turning a bit of his silver coat crimson. Immortal charged at the light king ramming him down to the ground. He kicked the silver stallion a few times then put his dagger to the light king’s nape.
Just say seven words and I will spare your life and you can return to your pitiful femmes. Immortal hissed with a low growl. What are those seven words? croaked the light king as he winced as Immortal’s dagger pressed on his nape harder. The dark king is better then you. Immortal said with a dark sneer that flashed two rows of white ivories. The light king gulped and took a breath. The dark king is better then me. He whispered. Louder! Immortal yelled. The dark king is better then me! The light king yelled. Immortal stood there smirking for a moment then finally said. Oh well, a deal’s a deal. He snorted and took his dagger from the light king’s nape.
The light king got up, his silver coat covered in dirt, crimson blood and sweat. He bolted from the area blue optics rimmed with white as he ran. He was gone in a flash and the mists took over once more.
A cold laugh emerged from Immortals’ vocals and filled the air. He turned around and broke into a trot, heading to the shadows once more. Well that was entertaining. Immortal thought with another cold laugh. Immortal broke into a rough, choppy canter. He seemed to melt into the shadows the only thing you could see was the silver shimmers of moon light that reflected off of his pelt and his dazzling violet optics…