All Along the Watchtower (Hel)

[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=726043] Du stood tall today over his home, towering even. He stood on one of the highest peaks of the moorlands, surveying those nearby from his perch. The rocky lands here were no where near the height of the Mountains, but he at least had somewhere to climb around here. The very thought of plain, flat land with no path to the sky made him sick at his stomach. Dufresne knew he was not the actual king of the Boondocks. That position had been handed around like sharing children; the stallion sneered at the thought. No, the new king sounded rougher around the edges than the others had. He sounded like he might actually know what he was doing. Of course, all he'd heard was the bray of claim days ago when his reign first began. Dufresne wouldn't mind actually meeting this one. The horned stallion assessed the rocks near him. His split hooves splayed in contact with lower rocks as he descended quickly to a rock with a larger surface, his legs moving quick as the ibex he took after. A few click-clacks of his hooves steadied himself as his blue eyes looked back out to the lower lands of the Boondocks. The new king would find him soon enough.

[Thoxic]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;] At the moment, she was very pleased about being who she was, in this position. Theran, her perfectly evil mate, had claimed these lands, and suceeded in the claim, making her queen, just as she wanted. She would give these lands some devil spawns that they both could be proud of, whatever could be better than their offsprings? They would be perfect creatures and they would rules these lands when she and Theran was both perished, and she would gladly hand over the reign then. But they had a while to go before then, but they were well on their way, yes they were. As she blinked her iceblue and white eyes she looked around, searching her lands for something to distract herself with, something to bite and tease, maybe something to kill. The Boondocks had not had much life, not horses at least, around for a while, but that would come to change, she would make sure of it. A movement in the corner of her cold eyes made her twitch suddenly and she turned that gaze towards the blue roan stallion a little further away. He looked like a freak, she could see the horns on his head. How interesting, she didn't know that her land held such creatures in it's grasp. With a low, almost growling nicker, she craved attention and started to walk towards him with confident, slow steps. She was in no hurry. Her night black coat had an almost blue metallic tint to it, hte only white was her coronets on the front legs and the half white skull marking she had, and the white on her nack after scarring. Her eyes were fixed on this new, interesting creature, maybe he could satisfy her hunger for tease. "Hel speech" [/style][/style]

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[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=726043] A black figure came into view. The form was too flowing and pleasing to be that of a stallion's, Dufresne decided on the figure as a "she". He stopped descending and stood precariously on a ledge above where the mare entered. Her voice was low, unlike any mare he'd heard. This black fury wasn't the innocent little flower some mares were; she was deeper than that. His head lowered to see her from above, the tips of his curled horns almost hitting his withers as he strained to look. It was the half-white face that threw him off. She looked like death itself coming to collect his soul... Whatever. Dufresne continued down until he stood on level turf with her. She was definitely a newcomer; he didn't recognize her at all. "Who're you?" he asked coldly, eyeing her admittedly-petrifying white pupils now that he could see them. He could not help but think of the new king he'd yet to meet when looking at the mare. They had similar voices... OOC: Not a lot to say :/

[Thoxic]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;] Looking at the blue roan stallion as he came down to her level, she could definetly see that he was odd, different than the others, but she had yet to decide if he was worth her time or of she would just drive him off. There were few individuals in this world that she could tolerate, her brother and Theran a few of them. She absolutely hated mares, and even though she now was a queen, she would probably pick on the other, future herd mares, since they were weaker than her. Everyone except Theran was weaker than her, maybe not by body, but by mind. The stallions voice made her flicker her black and white ears, looking straight at him with her cold eyes, eyes that would hardly grow warm even looking at her own offspring. She had been the black sheep in her family, standing out so clearly different than her brother and parents, and she liked it, since she had showed a brilliant, evil mind already at a young age. "I'm Hel, queen of these lands, but it is I who should ask you, who you are, stranger. So, who are you and what are you doing in these lands? Seeking out the king hiself maybe?" The king, a god among men in her opinion, since she had met no one like him, would eventually seek out every horse in his new lands, deeming them worthy or not to join his herd, his cause. Had she heard what this stallion was thinking about, the thoughts about her being death itself, she would just have smiled. She had been the death of several horses, all had died by her hand, and that half white skull with that wicked smile was the last thing they had seen. Just the bare though of it made her smile, something whick made the black extended glasgow smile look even more wicked and evil, the joy of killing showing in her eyes. "Hel speech" [/style][/style]

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[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=726043] "'Seeking out the King'?" Du asked with a handful of disgust in his raspy voice, his brows furrowing and his head turning a bit from her, his eyes glued to hers. This mare seemed rather devoted, by the words she used. The black queen mare bowed to her king, it seemed. It was an admirable trait to those who lived the herd life. Dufresne could never see the draw. He didn't care to rule the lands; why else would a stallion involve himself with a herd? Whatever song this new king was singing, he'd sure roped in this mare. "My name is Dufresne. I've been on those cliffs long before this new 'king' up'n crowned himself." His expression could only sour as he thought of the new "leader" of his home. Dufresne's attitude toward his home was one of passionate reverence. He loved the Boondocks and no stranger to the Boondocks would ever tell him what to do. He'd fight or leave long before he'd listen. Any polite horse would bottle such feelings up upon meeting such "royalty". Du was no such stallion. He wanted them to know how he felt, but Du never planned on challenging. He'd keep to himself, as long as they'd let him.