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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 15, 2012 23:57:54 GMT -5
Hostetler couldn't remember a time when he was as happy as he was now. Nova had just given birth to a son and Amelia was near due for another new life. His progeny danced through the swamps today, examples of Hoss' kingly duties and privileges. Who could ask for more?
Ever since he'd had such great success in his own life, he'd found himself looking back into his past at those he'd known better before he'd become king. His shadow man: Facilier. The two had almost grown up together, though eventually "together" became "apart" because of the colt's strange ways with the darkness that Hoss never fully understood. How one could find shelter with dark curses and demons was beyond him, but the two still retained their civilized and docile relationship. Hoss could even say that he liked Facilier. He had always been a friend, however different they ended up. The tri-colored stallion found himself seeking out his foalhood friend this morning.
The king stepped through the marshlands toward the place he knew Facilier called home. Letting out a friendly call, he slowed his pace, searching for the violet and green eyes of the shadow stallion.
OOC: Forgive me. D: Oh, and "gris-gris" means "voodoo" <33
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Post by nala on Jun 19, 2012 20:35:08 GMT -5
Oh death. Oh death. Won't you spare me over 'till another year. The low tenor tones of the southern drawled stallion rang out about the shadow man's base camp. He swayed as he sang to himself, the demons within him stirring uncontrollably. He was having one of those days, but today he was fighting their ways. He wasn't answering them, and his bright, oddly colored eyes closed frequently taking him away from their bothersome stirring, taking him back to the days before they'd claimed his soul.
The skull painted beast hung his head low to the marsh land. He looked like death for sure, boney as usual and his sickly posture a sight for sore eyes. Oh death, how you're treating me. You close my eyes so I can't see... His lyrics trailed off as his wicked soul sensed something moving in the distance. The demons cursed and moaned as the voice of the tri-colored king reached Facilier's ears. The kind hearted, pure souled beast was just about the only thing that could silence the beasts within. Be I in the presence of my king! Called out the bone plagued stallion, his painful twitching silenced into a soothing calm as he waited to glimpse the approaching stallion.
ooc: meh fail. But I need a reason for Facilier to be... uh.... LESS crazy. xDDDD |
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Post by Hud Levine on Jul 1, 2012 23:04:10 GMT -5
"Fah-see-lee-eh!" Hoss called with a smile as his old friend came out of the darkness to greet him. Facilier, despite being born in Yacare, had acquired a certain class of speaking akin to speakers of "proper" language. Perhaps it was all that fraternizing with darkness that made him so different from other Yacarians, save for Laveau, of course. Hostetler slowed and stopped before his friend, his ears focused and his head bobbing in recognition of seeing his friend again. " 'Ow'a you tah-day?"
Hostetler wasn't sure why he trusted Facilier so much more than his feminine friend, but he surely did. The tri-colored stallion tended to blame it on the snake. Hoss could take any alligator any day, but a snake? The legless demons made his skin crawl.
OOC: SHORT AND AWFUL. Not much to say yet though!
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