[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by THE HYENA on February 1, 2009, 2:35 pm
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Mountainous regions that stung him with the feral whipping and haunting wails drove tension into my stomach. The teeth that loomed hungrily up around me, threatening to ensnare us all in their merciless, masochistic canines. It was in the middle of the greenest season, when the grass grows tall and the trees blow in a relaxed, soothing breeze of decadence and solemnity. And yet, against all limits of nature, the wind was cold, fierce, unrelenting- it was a cruel world here in the hell as I had come to know it. Sure, my previous visitation had been long ago by now, back when Stelios' Bronze titled frame spread his silent observation across the Wolves. And yet, it had been far warmer, in the dead of winter, than it was now within the confines of the mountains. I disliked every step my hooves took into the region, as it was delving me further into trouble. My sneer grew with every lift and forwards movement of my stiff pillars; their caramel dun that tapered darkly into ebony essence by the fetlocks. With a firm kick into the gravelled purchase of rock I had found myself stalking upon, I halted, raising my large crania to observe as Stelios once did, to look across what I would be dealing with for who knew how long. The Wolf-King had kept me concealed from my home herd for nearly a month's time, and I dreaded that this Fenrisulfr who demanded me to wag my tail and greet her would do the same thing.
Still, my pride did not allow me to fluctuate in my mixed emotions any longer; I was a dangerously skilled Bellycrawler from the heated and barren depths of a heaving desert. If anything, I had proven to both myself and everyone around that knew of my name that I was, in fact, strong. Unlike what that unfortunate stallion had told me when I was but a colt; that I was nothing. I could never become a great warrior. Wrong, jackass. So wrong.
With my confidence in full throttle, as I recalled how maybe Baraqel or Voraer, even Alerion would have paraded in with little consequence, and I released my Lightning to announce my presence. It clashed fervently around me, eager to find, cling and strangle those vulnerable elements of clear, quicksilver liquid. I restrained my element slightly enough to only reveal that I had arrived, this Viper prisoner of Andarin.
I had overheard -a simple rumour, of course- that the harsh Queen who led these lands now had brought her vengeful Super down wickedly upon Voraer. He was not particularly my friend, and I found it interestingly amusing, though I maintained my guard as I hadn't any idea whether or not Fenrisulfr had had a reason for landing her blows upon the Fire stallion.
My caramel dun form came atop a grass engulfed hillock, feeling the odd sensation of the strands groping my feet. It felt so awkward that I had to shift every once in a while, uncomfortably, as I was quite unused to grass. My body had been made sturdy and fluid in the movements of the shifting sands, but whenever I came to Andarin, I felt like a newborn taking his first steps. Foolish. Young. Naive. Useless. Just standing in here made me grit my teeth, my half-face raising up to look about. If the Queen had gotten the chance to steal me through a rogue's means, well, there must be a reason for it. Of course, I had just achieved my Gold title. I was The Hyena now, Strandwolf, but would that be the only thing? Whatever it was, I could only wait.
A shiver crawled up my spine as I rotated my half-face boredly, making a futile attempt to heat my body with the explosive friction of my Lightning; of course, it did not work as well as I hoped. I guessed that the Wolf creating such a cold climate (how these equine could deal with it, I could never guess) was Fenrisulfr herself. She seemed like the cold type. I want to be with my son. And my newborns! I hadn't a clue when Althea would be granting me two more children, twins we knew now (because of the major extension of her stomach) but though I hadn't the exact date, just by her size. I could tell it was close.
And here I was, leaving her once more, though this time not for a fight, as it usually was. No, I had been taken as a trophy for Andarin to watch and poke at. I hated feeling like an object of desire for others, unless it was for the one mare in particular whom I had won every fight for. Snorting irately, I tossed my head, obsidian locks flying haphazardly in all directions. "Well, Andarin. I have come."
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
Imperium
B E L L Y C R A W L E R
GOLD LIEUTENANT
THE HYENA
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