[s.w i t c h b l a d.e]

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Ivory moon hung low in the dark night sky. The nearing winter cold blew closer, chilling the terra. Ebon daggers thundered upon tawny rock, echoing like war drums through the vass canyon. Steady trot brought the auburn stag along the edge of the ravine. His flameing canvas glinte in the moonlight, a eree glow emitting from his sillowet.

Hazel optics burned with fire and hatred, flicking to the canyon floor hundreds of feet below. The torrent river below swept between the wide canyon gourdge. One wrong step, ment death. Tearing his optics from the sight, pillars carried his sillouett from the dropoff. Frame halted, boa arching as his forlegs lifted from the terra, pawing the ar furiously. A wild scream emitted his vox, calling them.

Daggers clattered to the rockface, frame whipping around. A golden shimmer stood not far beind him. "Devilal" His son nodded, lanky pillars carrying his thin frame to stand beside his father. A solom look was opon his Arabian-like features. Firefly chose to ignore it, turning his gaze back to th lone passage to where the stood...waiting...

[ღGracie]

[glow=black,2,300]Spirit[/glow]

Life...cherish every moment of it.

x.Buckskin silhouette emurged from the shadows. Diamonds clashed on the hard ground sending sparks of rock behind him. His dark, empty optics stayed locked ahead, not wanting to look over the sides of the cliff that could so easily take his life. His life that had shattered a million times... Mind continued wondering, only tinking abut the present enough to watch where his path was leading him. This could be his last chance. His life could be over after this moment for all her knew. The moon glowed deep into his pelt giving it a glimmering silver tint. He must've looked like a shadowed ghost. Full whipcord blew out behind him as he continued his asent up the mountainous path. Soon, his pools landed on the two firey pelts not far from the paths end.

x. He was close now, or could be, to the end. For all he knew, he would never see Rain, Geist, Silvara, Sonny, Keesha, or Kodiak again. He tried to pisture them all in his mind at once, but it was already exploded with feeling to listen to him anymore. He released no sounds as he camecloser to the father and son. Diamonds skitted to a halt sending more stones clattering against the solid grounds. He nodded slightly, auds swivled endlessly on his cranium listening for the one that could bring death. This is it. The day you join Dancer and Hawk for eternity... He shook the thought away, he had to be confident. If they didn't succed in this, the whole canyon could be doomed. He had to do this for the ones he loved and cared for. His family. They could be in the hands of death if he failed this.

x.Standing there, next to Firefly and Devial, his confidence grew. They could do this. They could save the canyon from this treachory. Tassels whipped around his deep black optics and lightly slapped his boa. The winds carried the unfomilar smells to him, including the strong stench of blood. He was coming...It would all begin here. No putting it behind them now, they had to work togther to save the lands from the one known as Megedagik...[/color]

even if it is shattered

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Sienna optics watched with great carefulness. His speeding heart nearly jumping from his own chest as the shimmering Spirit emerged. A shaky sigh emitted his vox, trying to convince himself everything was alright. Though, it was no use. He longed to tell Dream, it was so sudden. If he died right now, would she ever know? His heart plunged at the thought, not knowing. And Son ho, an eerie feeling creped within him, was she alright. It had been so long, her sweet face so distant...

Weight shifted nervously, sneaking a look at his father. A pang of guilt wreaked havoc on his mind, he was so different. Where had that carefree look gone? Was it his fault? He had blamed Firefly for his mother's death, that wound had never healed. Was this his revenge, for their mother? His love? Was it even really the devil's fault? He shook the thought, he must die. Before he kills again, closer to their loved ones.

Nares expanded, the heavy scent of blood knocking him back. Daggers shuffled back, sweat pricked on his golden canvas. Everything screamed at him to run, muscles cramped as he fought the urge. Optics flicked forward, nothing but shadows. Yet the strong odor still persisted, mixing with his own fear. Shiver ran down his spine, the thunder of hooves...


Pitch daggers thundered down the slate, echoing through the canyon. Muscular carcass sauntered toward the brutes, nares picking up a scent of fear. Grin cross his maw, smoldering optics flicked straight to the golden stag. The taste of blood was almost irresistible, he could imagine tearing the flesh straight from his weak bones. The lanky stag stood no chance, as for the other two...they looked like fun.

Lucid armor shimmered in the moonlight, leaving an eerie glow. Optics shone bright with lust for death, he cared for nothing more. Thorns pressed hard against his large skull, greasy tassels clung to his muscular boa. A sea of back, they twisted like ivy. The steady and deep sound of his breath consumed all oxygen around him, taking life with a single breath.

He wasted no time, ivories barred he lunged. Powerful hindquarters propelling his bulk forward, aiming toward the golden stag. Shoulder brushed the stag's, the scent of fear grew stronger. Whipping his bulk around, cranium lowered. Ivories barred once more, boa snaking from side to side. 'Well well well, what do we have here?"

[ღGracie]

Life...cherish every moment of it.

x.Optics caught the moonlit form of the black devil come forth. Cranium rose, taking it all in. Ebon tassels flew softly through the moonlightened breezes that caried the sent of blood and fear on them. Diamonds clashed into the hard rock beneath. Optics folowed the every move as the stag, but when he went to Dev, he was caught of gaurd. His moves were swift and unexpected, he was experianced with this sort of thing.

x.Mind flashed, thinking. He was not the best fighter in the lands. He remebered the fight he had had in the past with the stealer of lives. He had lost that one and bore a scar on his heart. He would never forget losing Dancer that way. Flashing back, he concentrated on ever inch of the stag before him. He could do this. Every second wasted brought his loved ones closer to danger. Breath came out fast as he thought about the on coming danger he was bringing himself to. His kissers released the sigh that came without wanting. He was ready for this.

x.Evil lyrics bruned his thorns, like an arrow piercing his heart. Those were something he would never forget. Bring it on... He was ready now. His anger overpowered the fear he thought he would've exploded with a few seconds ago. Not only his life, but his loved ones and the two around him and their loved one's, lives depended on them. They had an advantage though, 3 against 1. Would it be enough?

even if it is shattered

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Ivories barred, thorns flattened against his skull. Sly grin split his maw, boa raising slightly. A killing machine, the scent of fear emitting from the golden stag was unbearable. The others faded into the background. Optics watched the shaking stag, the fear spelled plain through his chocolate orbs. Saliva dripped from his muzzle, the taste of blood so near.

Frame lurched forward, powerful hindquarter thrusting him toward the stag. Daggers sunk into the terra, stone cracking like glass. Cranium boar down, a blow that would knock any stag to the ground. As the golden stag attempted to move, ivories extended, ripping through flesh. The scream echoed through the canyon, widening his grin.

Umber optics widened, panic striking through his senses. The harsh and lustful lyrics cutting through any confidence he had left. They couldn't do, that look he held, of pure evil. He wanted to fight, that devil wanted this to happen. For them to die, he wanted to watch them suffer. Optics licked on the devil's gaze, locked on those jet orbs. The look full of lust and greed, he couldn't break away. Even as he charged.

Daggers skittered on the rock, trying to break from the gaze. Just in time he slipped from their grasp, staggering to the side. All to late, the ivories flashed in front of him. Digging through his flesh, they ripped through his shoulder. A shriek from confusion and pain escaped his vox, staggering backward. Crimson blood oozed, splashing to the terra. Was it really going t end...here?

Optics watched the demon, his every move. Daggers stepping back as he plunged, toward Dev. Optics separated from the stag, realizing why he was attacking Dev, not them. Optics locked with his sons, the fear in them knocking Firefly back. He was so afraid, the look he had never seen. Not on any other equine, he wished not to have seen it now. Was it right to bring Dev, he would not have come if not had been asked. They could really die, and if they did. It would be all his fault.

Pushing the though to the back of his mind, optics flitted to the brute's daggers. Not wanting to get caught in that horrifying gaze, they watched his ever move. Judging his strength, speed, agility. He was powerful, to powerful. Quick as lightning, he watched helpless as the demon lunged toward Dev. Move! He longed to shout warning, but nothing came. He could only watch as the stunned Dev staggered back. Thorns pressed against his skull, that shriek tearing through his heart.

He couldn't let it happen, there was no way he would stand around and let Dev be killed by this brute. Ebon dagger left the terra, pillars tearing at the heavens. War cry released his vox, daggers slamming to the terra. Cranium lowered, plunging toward the stag.

[ღGracie]

x.Gaze locked on Dev as the devil plunged toward him. When his pelt was ripped from his body the sent of blood seemed to fill the whole area. Optics shifted for only a short moment to the black stag. Optics dared not meet his, knowing he would never be able to tare them away again. He forced himself to look back at Dev. His fear was so easy to see. Aud pinned and then pricked as Firefly launched himselt toward his son. He had to clear his mind for a moment to rememeber this was actually happening. It all seemed like a faint image... Something that could only happen in hell. His own pillars threatened to collapse under him, not from fear, but from hesitation. Finally, he was able to straighten his mind back out and realize he was needed here too.

x.Looking once more at the terror struck Dev, he plunged forward. Cranium lowered and skull aiming for the black stag he followed Fire. His diamonds sent showers of rocks behind him as he bolted full speed at the ebony devil. Ivories flashed as he prepared to rip them into flesh. Mind swam and every instinct in him was yelling at him to turn and flee back to his family. He knew he couldn't. This was reality. This was happening. He was here, risking his life alongside Firefly and Devial to try and save the canyon from this brute.

x.Mind snapped away for that short moment and he lost all concentration. When he was able to focus again, only anger glowed in his deep, shadowed pools. They could win this. Dev might be out from fear, but him and Fire could take this devil down together. They might die trying, but they had to try.

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Thorns pinned, cranium swerved, jet orbs dug holes through the fiery stag. Daggers raised from the terra, powerful hindquarters launching his carcass forward. Carcass twisted midair, lurching the opposite direction. Ivories clipped auburn canvas, daggers skidding onto the stone. Raising toward the heavens, throwing his muscular frame forward. Ebon and fire collided, ivories clamped onto jet tassels, dragging the smaller stag down with him. Crimson poured from the stag's crest, fangs released.

Cranium ducked down, hindquarters launched from the terra once more. Skull collided with flesh, thrusting the fiery stag backward. Sly grin spread across his muzzle, dripping with crimson blood. Nares flared, sucking in the intoxicating aroma. Blood-thirsty orbs flicked to the buckskin, fangs barred. Single thought mind forgot both fire and gold, only wanting blood.

Carcass twisted from his path, facing away. Hindquarters raised, kicking a powerful blow toward the buckskin. Daggers met earth, flipping slate frame to face the stag. Cranium lower, snaking back and forth. Frame lurched forward, ivories aimed. Jet tassels flowed around muscular boa, shadowing his scarred face.

Ebon daggers skidded across stone, cranium swerved to avoid collision. Ivories clipped his canvas, frame lurched backward, rearing toward the heavens. Pillars wavered, nearly collapsing from the added weight of the demon. Ivories barre, failing to reach anything use full. Boa shook crazily, trying to escape the brute's grasp. Pillars tangled, frame dragged toward the terra. Knees fell to the stone, bod lurching to raise, ignoring the searing pain in his crest. Breathing labored, dizzy with the loss of blood.

Cranium shot skyward, resisting the urge to shriek. Pillars collapsed, frame falling backward as the brute's cranium was thrusted into his chest. Carcass scraped along the terra, cranium slamming into the stone. Blackness surrounded him, pillars thrashed wildly as he struggled to keep conciseness. Not now...there was still more to do...not now.

Fiery bod lay still, crimson oozed from his skull, dripping from beneath his side, now stripped of flesh. Ivories barred with pain, skull throbbed. Each slight sound like drums, echoing through his skull. Pillars suddenly came alive, thrashing wildly as he struggled to rise. Bulk rose gravely, his entire left side cover in blood. Left optics swelled shut, breathing quivered. The pain was nearly gone, it didn't hurt anymore...nothing hurt...

[ღGracie]

x.Auds pinned and ivories bared. Pure anger glowed like golden fire in his optics. They stayed away from contact with the blood red ones only a few feet infront. He watched as his old friend seemed to rise from the dead. So badley he wanted to help him, but couldn't. Daggers seemed to rush in slow motion towards his cranium. Diamonds skitted on the rock sending a flash of spark. Rock smacked his skull. Pain emurged on his side as a dagger caught him. Crimson didn't come, only pains. Muscels flexed as he turned on quarters and rose to the heavens. Ivories bared and lashing, tryingt to grab flesh.

x.Optics caught sight of Fire again. Crimson stains covered his whole side. He had faught hard...and taken a rough blow. Daggers continued lashing ready to collide with flesh. Tassels swam from his forward veiw and he saw the brute coming at him. Weight began baring down as if he was going to come down on him, but he forced himself to stay standing. Still ripping with daggers and ivories. Waiting for crimson to be spilt. His, or the devils.

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Sly grin spread even wider, enjoying the pleasent sound of his massave daggers drum into flesh. Cadaver rose up, already taller than the buckskin his shadow loomed far above. Daggers shot down, aiming for the sensitive spine. Fangs snapped, ignoring the rip of fangs on his own boa, crazed with the scent of his own blood. Pitch optics flamed with lust and greed.

Carcass slipped past ebon daggers, the heat of the stag radiating inches away. Hindquarters struck out once more, searching for somthing to tear. Flipping his mass to face the stag, cranium ducked down. Bod lurched forward, muscles flowing smoothly beneith jet armor. Boa arched, daggers thundered across the stone.

Optics widened with surprize, carcass stumbled off course. Cranium swerved, fangs clamping onto golden tassels. Pillars regained balences, boa stooting toward the heaven's, bringing the young stag with it. Daggers tore at the stag, ripping flesh from bone. Fangs relised, diamonds slamming down to earth. Cranium extened, fangs aimed for the jugular. One fatal blow, slow and painful.

Optics widened from fear, but not of is own life. Tourture, they were fighting to the death, and he was still with fear. Rage filled his sences toward the brute, he couldn't do this. This wasn't right, what reason did he have for this? It wasn't right, it didn't make sence. He had to do something. Watching, the fear was replaced with hatred. Ivories barred, tawny optics watched his father go down.

Frozen, with rage now. Orbs locked on the demon, watching hs every move. The charge, it could knock Spirit down. It would kill him. That demon would kill him. Dagger dug into the stone, cranium ducked down. Boa arched, bulging with taunt muscles. Golden tassels floated an ocean of sun, hidding his rage filled face. Skul aimed toward the brute, colliding with shear power.

Boa swerved, attempting to ride of the brute's fangs. Crimson poured, slevet frame dragged upward. Shriek of agony escaped his vox, the demon ripping at his flesh. Pillas near collapsed, frame tripping to his knees, and back up again. Boa swerved, the brute's fangs clamping just to the side of his jugular. Daggers skittered backward, flesh ripping as he tryed to escape his grip.

[ღGracie]

x.Diamonds found his side and threw him to the rocks. Flesh ripping from his silohette as he slid. Ivories clamped shut, resisting the urge to scream out in agony. Pillars gathered under him and he forced himself to stand. Crimson poured out, making golden pelt stained. Optics snapped open and fuzzed images appeared. Looking around franticly he made out Dev and the devil again. Trying to gather himself up, he launched forward again. Ivories bared he lashed them toward the brute who had Dev in his grasps. Gaze shifted, trying to find Fire, to see if he was alright. The massive tangle of bodies before him cut off his search though and he continued ripping. Trying to find flesh to tare from the brute.

x.Crimson continued pouring from his torn side. He tried to rear, but was forced back down from the pain in his back legs. Turning on heel, he lashed out towards the devil, still trying to stay balanced. Ivories lashed and he turned again, but pillars bent and he almost came down. Nostrils flared, trying to sort out the ones aroudn him. All he could smell was blood. His blood. Dev's blood. Fire's blood. Then another smell caught him. The devil shed blood. The smell sent him flying again. Trying to find the devil's throat. To end it here....

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Crimson dripped from his ebon muzzle, fangs still barred and stained red. Slate optics dug holes into the golden stag, completely confused by the obvious change in emotion. He was no longer scared...not scared...not... Why, the black demon couldn't understand. What in this infernos plain of pure terror could have brought any confidence into the scrawny thing? He couldn't understand. Love and hatred had no connection in his mind. He knew not of love, or what could bring anyone as weak and feeble as the golden stag to face such a demonic brute as himself. Power was all he understood...if this stag got power so easily from nothing...die...he had to die...

Forgetting the buckskin, ignoring the sharp pain as daggers dug into his corpse. Ignoring as his fangs were sunk deep into ebon flesh. Ignoring everything with intensity it would seem he was no longer there. Only the golden stag mattered now. The shed of his blood...the stop of his heart. It beat a steady rhythm in his mind. Thump...thump...thump...thump. Taunting with ever squeeze it held the hessian's life so simply. Breathing steadily increased. Lids widened, ivory rimming their jet continence. Blood foamed into a deep pink lather dripped from his maw, running down muscular boa.

Bulky pillars launched his mass forward, cranium ducked down. Corpse barreled with untold speed, grimy tassels whipped around his boa. Poll colliding into the golden stag's ribcage, boa yanking the hessian's frame upward and onto gravel. Stunned and utterly confused, the stag lay there wide-eyed and bleeding. Bulk raised upward, grin widening. Daggers shot downward.

Umber optics watched the blurred scene before him. To exhausted to be surprised of anything. Even as his own son barreled toward the demon, all he could mutter was a saddened no... Pillars shifted forward, nearly collapsing as shear pain shot up through him spine. Defenseless and powerless, misery settled in till he couldn't stand the feeling anymore. It was just like watching his beloved Twi plumed to her near death. Unbearable...

He saw it coming, taken back by the brute's obsession in killing his son. Dev...he could stand it no longer. Summoning up whatever strength he had left, frame lurched with unearthly movements. Carcass shoving the brute, as the demon's massive daggers crashed against Dev's skull. Orbs locked on the sight, crimson dripping from his golden son's cranium. Only the faint movement of his limp, unconscious body reassured Firefly that his son was still alive...but only barley...

ooc; Dev ain't dead, and ain't gonna die, his skull wasn't crushed, and Firefly with fall next post, kk?

[ღGracie]

x.Everything seemed to stop as he saw the brute coming down on Dev. Tripping, he fell back. Watching...Crimson oozed from the young stag's skull. Slight movements were the only sign showing life. Optics followed Fire as he launched himself toward his fallen son. Finally, he realized; He was a part of this. This was actualy happening and all their lives were at stake. He backed up. Unsure of what to do. The smell of blood rose up all around him, making him dizzy. Diamonds moved slowly, but easily towards the mass of blood. His own pelt was covered with dried crimson that pulled against what fur he had left as he moved. Pain seeped through every part of him, but he ignored it. Only one thing was in his mind at the moment, and he wouldn't let it out...or anything else in.

x.Auds pinned in anger. Death would come soon...But for who? He stopped, letting Fire have his chance. It was his son there. His revenge. Scream released. Not from fear, or pain. The scream of death. It would come. Then, he reared. Diamonds tearing at the heavens that might claim one here. Scream still echoed around the canyon. Diamonds came back to the earth, nostrils flaring. Thud echoed now...and then, silence. Waiting...

ooc;Yes I know. It is gay

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Rage swelled through his frame, shaking vioently with uncontroled loathing. Nothing was going as he want, the golden stag was not dead. Even near death, the crimson b.astard was still able to fight. Able to stop him. Shriek of rage, wild beyond anything before him. Not just wild...not just evil...not just...anything. A class by himself, or so he thought. This was like nothing he had felt before, frustration and, almost, defeit. It was unbearible! Even the though of it made him ready to explode. Atomic bomb.

Corpse exploded. Charging with unmatchible speed, muscles bulged from every inch of his bulk. Sweat dipped like rain, splasing the dehidtrated terra. Daggers pounded through rock, spraying debris upon himself. Ebon tassels glued to drenched boa, soaked in crimson. Fangs barred, cranium ducked into a ram's position. Death dangerously close, vision glimsed the near cliff drop. Grin spread across jet maw. Perfect.

Orbs locked onto the crimson stag. No fear, non at all. He knew, he must know! Yet, only that peacful grin. Tawny optics of the blood-soaked stag laughed. Not mocking, in real and true laughter. Shriek of loathing emitted the ebon demon's vox, how could he want this? No. To late. Massive cranium collided to crimson frame, sickining crack of ribs echoing through the canyon. With no fight, he went down. Sound of daggers skidding, nothing. He was gone. Ebon daggers crashed down, the brute spun from the cliff. Motionless. Breathing heaved his whole body, lustful optics locked.

Death, he knew it was coming. Spirits knew, they all knew. Who? Only he knew. It was there, just behind. The idea didn't seem so bad. Time stilled, the brute wanted someone to die. Dev, he was to young. Spirit, he was dragged here by who knows what. Firefly didn't know why he came. 'I'll ask, when we meet in...' The thought drifted away. Twi, she would be there. Namid, he could see his love from death. Right? And his new babe's, was it a vixen or stag? What was it's name? Would Namid forgive him? They drifted past his mind's reach. Time began once more. Sounds floated again, an eerie silence surrounded him. Vision blurred a brilliant white. Grin crossed his maw, frame still. It would come.

The sound reached him. A loud crack. 'is that me? he wondered shortly, optics looked down. The brute's skull was smashed into his frame, bones stck at odd angles. It didn't hurt, 'why dosn't it hurt?' Ebon daggers skitted backward from the force. Orbs closed slowly, grin still there, happy. The light inreased. And...nothing...

ooc; *cries* NOOOOOOOO!!! FIREFLY...no...

[ღGracie]

x.Slow motion again…Pillars seemed frozen as he tried to force himself to move. Trying to tell himself he needed to run forward, to ram the devil in the side, but nothing would listen. Optics watched Firefly mind screaming at himself. Then, all of a sudden he bolted. Optics saw Firefly get pushed off the side and his optics wanted so badly to close and never open again. Scream rang around the terra. Pure hate. Cranium ducked, aiming for the b.itch that killed his friend. Revenge…was all he was thinking about. This devil stag would pay.

x.Optics seemed to glow red as he glared at the devil. Still running. Diamonds clashed with rock and the ground seemed to tremble. Everything was gone except for himself and the other. He had totally forgotten about Dev. Fear had been washed away with one swipe. Anger overpowered everything. Pure hate… He saw the grin on the devil’s façade, he was pleased with his success. More screams, but only in his head. Everything outside the world was quiet except for the beat of hooves on rock. Auds pinned, ivories flashed. Pillars created blurs as he continued moving toward the edge. Mind finally snapped. Thinking strategy now. Diamonds clashed on as he slowed down. Cantering now, instead of galloping. A sharp turn would be easier now, and the chase would begin. The chase for revenge. Blood would be spilt. Anger would be released. Everything besides the devil was dead to him at the moment.

ooc; sorry its so short. But it covers it right?

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Interest died down, two dead and one to go. The buckskin stag was nothing he couldn't take down, but a new thought occurred. The rage pointed toward him was intoxicating, but letting it brew would create a new fight. When he was fresh, and full of rage and sorrow, the buckskin stag knew where to come. No point in wasting more energy on this piece of trash. Letting the pain of losing a friend would fester and grow. That would provide something worth fighting. As for now, a nap and some crooning over by Sundance sounded just fine.

Daggers set his bulk off in a new direction, cranium held high and triumphant. Ignoring the stag was easy, his attacks posed no threat and pain was blocked. Slate optics glued with a piercing look of greed and insanity. Chuckle emitted his vox, quite amused by the pitiful attacks. One vixen locked in his mind, that navy b!tch who had such a glorious offer. Spreading death and disease without a fight? That sure saves energy, quite efficient.

[..TheDevilMegedagik..]

ooc; um...he gone...