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Post by ANUBIS ;; on Dec 29, 2011 21:31:25 GMT -5
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Clank clank.
Jangle jangle.
Clank.
Such was the sound that had been following him for hours now as the golden rings clamped around the bay warlock’s ebony fetlocks rang whenever they brushed against each other in an off-pitch manner. His lanky figure was an apparition in the darkness, the natural dustiness of his thin coat making him nearly invisible against his desert background. Anubis had left his Deserts when the night was young, and only now were the groves breaking across his horizon, an even darker jagged blackness amongst a sea of stars and moonlight. The monarch began the journey with an optimistic heart and mind, but as time wore on, his façade grew steadily more unpleasant. Now, his sonar were pulled back to hide their golden, inner hairs amongst his black tresses, and his glowing, golden occs were narrowed into an irritated glare.
‘Should have stopped a while back! Do you know what hides in those forests?’ a familiar voice complained behind his head. ‘Of course I do.’ another, scratchier voice replied impatiently. ‘If you knew, you’d be more afraid by now…’ piped in the third, clearly unsettled by the turn of the conversation that the trio had been having nonstop for the past hour. The beige equine blinked hard and hunched his shoulders, lowering his slender cranium to a stalking pace rather than a walk, but their constant harassing finally got on his last nerve a few moments later. “Would the three of you shut up.” He demanded irritably, his cracked, dry lips curving into a snarl. Silence obediently ensued, three pairs of beady eyes casting glances at each other and then at the bobbing head in front of them, the three crows perched like hitchhikers on his back. They allowed a number of full minutes to pass before the first crow shuffled closer to the second.
‘Still say we should have stopped.’
With that one last murmur, the tall stag had enough, and he gave one sharp buck, which sent the three ravens scrambling into the skies with displeased squawks. He stalked into the groves just a few steps after, the shadows choking out the remaining sunlight. Anubis paused there, now hidden with a different sort of camouflage, but his glowing occs and bright, golden sonar gave away his position in the darkness. He had not come here simply to search for a place that would scare his avian companions. No, this brujo was a creature that rarely ventured far from his cave in a sea of sand. Word had come to him, however, that a new leader had claimed these lands, and from what rumors had spread to him made this newcomer seem like a potential ally. At least, he had sounded like he was more than a disdainful glare like those monarchs that threw their power around with sadistic tendencies.
Anubis stood tall, a dun, faint glimmer in a world of darkness, and let out a sharp whistle to make his presence known. These groves still smelled feral to the nares, but he would not be swayed into leaving prematurely. Not with such a possible prize hanging over his head.
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Post by Celtic on Dec 29, 2011 21:47:46 GMT -5
Spectrum was wandering through his new territory, stretching forward to leave a marking here and there. With each breath he took he loved this land a little bit more.
Now, he thought, I need someone to share it with.
Cassius would have loved this place.
The thought came unbidden, and with it came a wave of guilt. Spectrum snorted and shook his head to clear the discomfort away. He was becoming a great inconvenience, he reminded himself, Hell, maybe even dangerous. You did what you had to do.
Just then, like a prayer answered, a shrill call came echoing through the trees.
Spectrum replied with a throaty bellow, then began to sniff the air lustily. He noted with a bit of disappointment that it was a stallion, not a mare for the harem of his dreams. He heard no challenge in the newcomer's voice though, so he did not anticipate anaything unpleasant in the coming encounter. Calling again, he began to lope through the wood to the mysterious stallion.
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Post by ANUBIS ;; on Dec 31, 2011 0:56:54 GMT -5
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His call echoed for a ways, muted into an eerie, muffled cry by the rows and rows of pine trees all about him. Anubis’ golden sonar swiveled forward then, disentangling themselves from his ebony tresses to catch any returning call from this seemingly feral region. For a moment, not a single sound but the last reverberations of his own vocals came back to him, and the dun stag’s façade began to grow sour again. Perhaps the rumors hadn’t been true, or the bull-headed bullies that ran rampant around the more habitable areas had chased off the new monarch. His lanky limbs shuffled about beneath him impatiently, but just before the warlock chose to turn around and leave, he caught the tail end of the new king’s second bellow in the winds.
Instinctively, the stag’s muscles tensed and rippled beneath his thin layer of flesh. He was not accustomed to entertaining company with others of his own gender, for most of them seemed completely disinterested in intellect and focused only on carnal tendencies. He hoped, as he contorted his posture into one of an authoritative, confident stance, that the words spread about had been true, and his efforts to appear more like a bull moose than a white tailed deer would be for naught. He dared not move, the acoustics too muffled for the two of them to be playing a game of hide and seek, and simply waited at the edge of the territory for the new leader to arrive.
Upon his arrival, the beige monarch lowered his refined crown in a bit of a crooked nod, his gleaming, golden occs settling into their perpetual stare. What he noticed first was the similar heritage this brujo carried – a refined, lanky image with a sleek coat and intelligent eyes. Strange, that this potential new ally would also come from the same bloodlines as he. “Hello.” Anubis began, his cracked, dry voice breaking the silence. He did not appear the most welcoming of souls once you got a good look at him, from his eerie, intense gaze, to the awkward hunch of his shoulders that he tended to succumb to in the presence of others. “I am Anubis, of the Ka’ar Desert just beyond these groves. I have heard that these regions have found a new king. Would that be you?” of course, he assumed that this was him, but Anubis was a careful king, and he was not about to speak politics to unwarranted ears.
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Post by Celtic on Dec 31, 2011 12:19:26 GMT -5
Like Anubis, Spectrum was immediately stuck by the similarities between their builds; both lean, wiry, and strong. They both had fine bone structure and a sort of grit to their coats. Smiling a bit, he thought, We could be brothers. We MUST be related, somehow. Even their eyes were similar; both had a 'glowing' quality, though Spectrum's were blue and the other's were yellow.
His legs seemed to be adorned with golden rings, which somewhat awed Spectrum. He could picture himself wearing similar rings, only in silver. My, wouldn't that be impressive! Two kings with rings, heh heh.
The stallion's voice was scratchy, parched, like the desert he claimed to rule...and Spectrum believed this claim. He had the aura of a king, a regal air that comes from the very soul of a horse. His first instinct was to bow, but he decided not to - why should he? He was a king too, and on equal footing with this Anubis, his fellow king and probable blood brother.
Spectrum puffed out his chest and spoke: "Yes, brother, I am indeed the new king of this wood, though as yet I have little to show for it-no harem, no allies, no reputation to speak of...at least not as a king. Though I suppose if you spoke to a select group of horses they would know my name." He paused, considering. "May I call you 'brother'? I assume you have noticed the similarities in our physiques. We must come from the same blood. A noble blood, apparently." He gave Anubis a smile, hoping to get one in return. "So, what does the King of the Desert want from the King of the Wood?" He cocked one of his back legs and stood casually, almost flirtatiously.
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Post by ANUBIS ;; on Jan 1, 2012 19:38:45 GMT -5
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So far this encounter was working out better than Anubis could have imagined. Immediately upon their encounter, the air between them was thick, but not in a hostile way. No, it was more like two brothers, separated for years, staring each other down with their glowing pools. Perhaps they were related in some fashion; the refined skull and wiry, lanky frame was not common among these regions. It was obvious enough that neither of them were planning on attacking the other, so Anubis’ posture softened some. He cocked a hind leg just as Spectrum had and lowered his skull, though the rasp in his voice and the tenseness in his musculature were incapable of being solved.
The dun stag’s sonar swiveled forward to catch the voice who he hoped would become a new comrade. The two of them seemed to be on the same terms without even having shared conversations before, as the friendly term of brother passed his lips. Curiously, Anubis’ cranium cocked again, but he listened intently and finally rose his façade again when it was his turn to reply. “I would not be surprised if we were brothers, somehow.” his dry, deep voice agreed, and though he did not smile, a shimmer in his golden occs were enough to reflect his approval. “And if not, hopefully we shall become like brothers.” The warlock gave away his intentions in that statement, and with that, he managed a crooked, awkward looking grin.
King of the Desert. Anubis liked the sound of that. He twisted about, his lanky limbs restless from standing in one place too long, and he casually glanced about the groves that surrounded the pair before returning his gaze to the new king before him. “The reputation you hold intrigued me. I had heard you weren’t like the vast majority around here, what with mindless murder and other boorish antics.” His head cocked again, mimicking the look of the ravens that accompanied him. “And if this is true, I believe you’d be a worthy ally for my Deserts. One can never be too safe with ill-mannered colts running rampant.” He was straight to the point – not one to talk himself up and use flattery to get what he wanted. This Spectrum seemed to have a good head on his shoulders (Of course he did, if they were of the same blood), and Anubis felt comfortable that the stag would take him up on his offer.
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Post by Celtic on Jan 6, 2012 20:13:45 GMT -5
It was becoming more and more obvious to Spectrum that the two of them were meant to meet; they were on the same page entirely, and the more he looked at Anubis the more he realized they looked alike.
"Yes," Spectrum said gravely. "We could become brothers of the soul, and I for one believe that bindings of the soul are just as strong, or perhaps stronger, than those of blood and lineage. Though it appears we must have both to tie us together!" He chuckled and tossed his head, flinging his red flecked forelock behind an ear.
Noticing Anubis casting his gaze about the trees, Spectrum briefly did the same and said, "It is beautiful, isn't it? I was bewitched at once when I first entered it. Of course, that very beauty may attract the hooligans you speak of; it seems, perversely, that the ugly of mind and body are always greatly attracted to anything beautiful; not to appreciate it but to destroy it. I refuse to let that happen to this wood of mine...and some help from a more experienced King would be much appreciated."
He smiled with a tentativeness that was unusual for him. He wanted so badly for this meeting to keep going as well as it was now! More than political advantage was at stake here; Spectrum feared his heart would be broken if Anubis rejected him. And when Spectrum's heart was broken, he often became angry...and that was never good for anyone.
"Anyhow, if we are going to be allies - and brothers! - I suppose we should get to know each other better. What is your power, if you don't mind me asking? I know you must have one. You cannot become royalty without a bit of magic, and there aren't many non-magics in this part of the world anyway."
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