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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 17, 2009 19:57:59 GMT -5
name - Leviathan
aged - IV
persuasion - XY
allegiance - Rogue
relations - Thoroughbred
reflection - Seal brown, lightly dappled, mocha eyes & blazed, 17.1.
psyche - Malicious; Guarded; Indomitable; Regal; Impressive;
historics - Born an heir, marked a traitor, a way of light and truth had no appeal to roll off his tongue. Cast out on his own, much by his own will, Leviathan spent his first three years of life a rogue; all intent to stay that way intact to this day. A new land, a new day, just another day in his life. Though, here is a reign worth the claim.
ic - The never-ending toils of a stallion, for when did the insanity cease? Well my hatterling, would you like some gasoline with your buttered dirt? And what about you, March Hare, a rake to spread your relish? It’s old news, Alice. Bearing a fate of his own, though he was, you get your kicks where you can. A stature constructed to lead, a realm to call his abode had a sort of ring to it. So follow the monster down the bunny hole, take an adventure through the looking glass. Eat me, drink me.
”Come out and play, boy, killer likes his candy,” Hymns were cast and melted of malice and spite. They snaked up his chords with a steady and flowing pace, but left a bite ugly as sin. Blood coursed, fine as merlot, through artery, vein and capillary alike, though bitter by adrenaline fresh from the gland. A hormone held so dear to Leviathan, for what of it did Purgatory know? A power that when correctly released could be devastating for those facing the flame. From a quick trigger did this chemical spew, rage and epinephrine ran the same. Fight or flight it’s held responsible, preparing the body for anything, shock, scare, any prickly situation tossed your way. A quick fix, a supercharge to the system if you will, oxygen flows fast and free to your systems. And of the end result? Increased strength, speed, and alertness. This goliath lived for the fight and all of its complexities, strengths, weakness, advantages, skill and the power. Well, you’ve gotta find a place among your devil’s somewhere. A particular system absorbed the characteristics of this opposition. Sabino, speckled, appeared to be blind in one eye. Leviathan had faced the masses, no single soul battered and old as Purgatory could tear him down.
”If this duel leans in my favor, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know you may keep your harlots.”
”I’ve no use for those ones anyhow.” No, a cute face and slim waist was what caught this sick bastard’s eye. Shallow and buried deep in his warped ways, a beautiful core alone wouldn’t pay the bills. But it was something about these ones in particular, oh he’d heard the stories. Hrist and her disgusting little act of tossing herself at any stallion with a little influence over the rest. Spizz, innocent and childlike, yet still willing to defy size and fear for him. And then there was Ghost, a spiteful little bitch following like Spizz before her, lest the innocence, she knew just what she was getting into. Pitiful, the lot he had chosen. Though, those rogues could be bigger gossips then any mare ever witnessed by the likes of him. True or false, a new beginning seemed generally more appealing. And a throw down it would be.
A seal-hued crania gravitated skyward, occs rolled in their sockets to face the mirror world that did not exist towards the back. Harks pinned flat against the poll, axillaries punished the air between them with fearful swipes. Just adding tension to the wire, a full out display of dominance and ability preceded any action. Gallant strives, rolling as smooth as a flag in the gentle breeze wound him around the interposing brute. Time to cut the beast loose. The chains ripped at the seam, a dictator bolted fourth with a reckless pace, daggers churned the silt below before facing the atmosphere again. Meteorites, to that the duo of plummeting weapons could have been compared, the heat from reentry blazed like an unquenchable inferno in his mind. Rage, that deadly disease, it consumed him, control had been lost. He contorted between the hands of his new master, dancing for him like a macabre marionette tangled in the strings. Spiraling in and out of insanity, the fall was endless. When hope had begun to fade, contact. A blow square to the front of the skull, orbits loomed from the cerebellum and in that confirmed. Failure had not been the outcome. Correctly executed, the bash would decimate the target. Though, indirect placement could be almost as detrimental. Would fate drag this pitiful being under into the black abyss? Leviathan could not state the damage. Only time would tell.
[[Old post from Kiwi Island. They have an annoying system for fighting which involves powerplay. It fails.]]
aged - IV
persuasion - XY
allegiance - Rogue
relations - Thoroughbred
reflection - Seal brown, lightly dappled, mocha eyes & blazed, 17.1.
psyche - Malicious; Guarded; Indomitable; Regal; Impressive;
historics - Born an heir, marked a traitor, a way of light and truth had no appeal to roll off his tongue. Cast out on his own, much by his own will, Leviathan spent his first three years of life a rogue; all intent to stay that way intact to this day. A new land, a new day, just another day in his life. Though, here is a reign worth the claim.
ic - The never-ending toils of a stallion, for when did the insanity cease? Well my hatterling, would you like some gasoline with your buttered dirt? And what about you, March Hare, a rake to spread your relish? It’s old news, Alice. Bearing a fate of his own, though he was, you get your kicks where you can. A stature constructed to lead, a realm to call his abode had a sort of ring to it. So follow the monster down the bunny hole, take an adventure through the looking glass. Eat me, drink me.
”Come out and play, boy, killer likes his candy,” Hymns were cast and melted of malice and spite. They snaked up his chords with a steady and flowing pace, but left a bite ugly as sin. Blood coursed, fine as merlot, through artery, vein and capillary alike, though bitter by adrenaline fresh from the gland. A hormone held so dear to Leviathan, for what of it did Purgatory know? A power that when correctly released could be devastating for those facing the flame. From a quick trigger did this chemical spew, rage and epinephrine ran the same. Fight or flight it’s held responsible, preparing the body for anything, shock, scare, any prickly situation tossed your way. A quick fix, a supercharge to the system if you will, oxygen flows fast and free to your systems. And of the end result? Increased strength, speed, and alertness. This goliath lived for the fight and all of its complexities, strengths, weakness, advantages, skill and the power. Well, you’ve gotta find a place among your devil’s somewhere. A particular system absorbed the characteristics of this opposition. Sabino, speckled, appeared to be blind in one eye. Leviathan had faced the masses, no single soul battered and old as Purgatory could tear him down.
”If this duel leans in my favor, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know you may keep your harlots.”
”I’ve no use for those ones anyhow.” No, a cute face and slim waist was what caught this sick bastard’s eye. Shallow and buried deep in his warped ways, a beautiful core alone wouldn’t pay the bills. But it was something about these ones in particular, oh he’d heard the stories. Hrist and her disgusting little act of tossing herself at any stallion with a little influence over the rest. Spizz, innocent and childlike, yet still willing to defy size and fear for him. And then there was Ghost, a spiteful little bitch following like Spizz before her, lest the innocence, she knew just what she was getting into. Pitiful, the lot he had chosen. Though, those rogues could be bigger gossips then any mare ever witnessed by the likes of him. True or false, a new beginning seemed generally more appealing. And a throw down it would be.
A seal-hued crania gravitated skyward, occs rolled in their sockets to face the mirror world that did not exist towards the back. Harks pinned flat against the poll, axillaries punished the air between them with fearful swipes. Just adding tension to the wire, a full out display of dominance and ability preceded any action. Gallant strives, rolling as smooth as a flag in the gentle breeze wound him around the interposing brute. Time to cut the beast loose. The chains ripped at the seam, a dictator bolted fourth with a reckless pace, daggers churned the silt below before facing the atmosphere again. Meteorites, to that the duo of plummeting weapons could have been compared, the heat from reentry blazed like an unquenchable inferno in his mind. Rage, that deadly disease, it consumed him, control had been lost. He contorted between the hands of his new master, dancing for him like a macabre marionette tangled in the strings. Spiraling in and out of insanity, the fall was endless. When hope had begun to fade, contact. A blow square to the front of the skull, orbits loomed from the cerebellum and in that confirmed. Failure had not been the outcome. Correctly executed, the bash would decimate the target. Though, indirect placement could be almost as detrimental. Would fate drag this pitiful being under into the black abyss? Leviathan could not state the damage. Only time would tell.
[[Old post from Kiwi Island. They have an annoying system for fighting which involves powerplay. It fails.]]
