Post by FalconX on Jul 8, 2008 11:18:49 GMT -5
This story is (c) FalconX (me)
The story I have to tell happened many years ago, in a place where 3 allies became enemies... Dark. Light. Neutral......
The valley around was quite beautiful and luscious no other place could compare to it. Trees grown so tall they seemed to touch the light blue sky. Flowers in full bloom with bees buzzing around collecting nectar. And a tall castle white on the left side grey in the middle and black on the right side. The castle was known as the Allegiance. A redundant name to some but right none the less. The Allegiance was a glorious castle, the halls were covered with the pictures of the kings and queens past. The splendid corridors were numerous and all were paved in gold and a red carpet flowed down the center of all halls. Coat of Arms adorned the castle walls as did other pictures and candles. Chandeliers hung in each and every room. All rooms were unique but all the more enchanting.
The real story happened however on the outside...
The young fae picked her pistons up high as she pranced out into the unknown world. Oh what a glorious day. Nodding her head in a happy dance she broke into a lope, dust gathering in her wake. Coming upon a dark piece of land the young mare slid to a stop. The dark dreary terra spread out in every which way except from where she had just come. At a slow walk she entered the bleak land. Orbs scanning for a small sign of life. CAW!! Jumping in place the mare lifted her cranium into the air, flicking her auds forward to catch the sound of the steady beating of a crows wings. Relax. It's just a bird...
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A young stallion paced across the threshold of the room. Neck arched showing off his broad muscles. Hooves pounding the floor in a unique rhythm. Black was his hue and blue were his orbs. Banner held high flowing behind him as the stag walked on. He thinks just because he's king he can keep his own son waiting!
"Razu find my father!" The young stags words were harsh as he directed all his anger to his father toward his younger brother.
"Y...ye..yes brother" Bowing his head till his maw brushed the ground ever so slightly the young chestnut colt trotted out of the room.
Clacking his teeth with annoyance the brute continued to pace as he waited for his brother to carry out his orders. Muscles rippling under his extravagant black coat.
Switching directions the stag continued till he walked out the door. Seeing his father he approached him at a fast walk. "Father! Where have you been!" The young stallion yelled.
"Contain yourself Ruban!" His father ordered.
His father.... King Daguri of the darks... As tall and proud as the young stag himself. The king was a brilliant black and white paint with a gold crown sitting upon the top of his head. His muscles and structure of his body told that he was a warrior to be reckoned with on the battle field. "I had business to attend before I could come a meet you here." Confidence and distaste lined the words he spat out at his son. "If you are to be king once I die then you should behave like one!" Glaring at his son he swept past him, shoulder brushing his so hard Ruban was knocked to the ground.
Yelling at his father as he picked himself up. "I already behave like you! Apparently you need to be more kingly to!" Muttering to himself Ruban broke into a trot and left the castle to go to the dark lands in which he lived.
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The young mare cautiously walked through the bleak terra. Nostrils flaring she took in all the smells of the unfamiliar land... She was pretty sure this was the dark lands where her father always told her not to go on. Shivering with excitement and anticipation the fae trotted across the brownish grass covering the area. Coming upon a large oak tree the mare stopped and laid down to rest.
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Annoyance shown on every line of the stallions rough form. His large pistons fell heavily onto the dead brown grass. Hearing a mares sigh the stallion held his cranium up higher orbs scanning the area and auds listening for any other sounds. Finally the young stags gaze rested upon a delicate bay form laying under a large oak tree. Smirking to himself he approached the mare.
"Hello there lady" The young stallion said with confidence. You see as the king to be, all females fell at his feet.
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The young light bay mare drew herself up to stare directly at the stallion. With as much politeness as she could muster the mare answered, "Hello sir"
Shocked as to why the mare wasn't fainting or showing some signs of being in front of royalty the stallion questioned her "It seems dear fae that you don't know who I am, I am Ruban Prince of the Darks...... waiting for some sign of acknowledgment the stag waited.
"And it seems dear sir you don't know who I am... I am Jazul Princess of the Lights. Despite the fact that she was on the darks terra Jazul was not afraid because currently all 3 allegiances had a truce.
Rubans gasp was audible. No royal light had ever had the guts to step onto a darks land. Re-composing himself he asked her "And why are you here? I'm sure your father had told you time and time again not to go on darks land." A small spark of concern flared in his orbs before he could mask it.
"Don't worry yourself, my father has told me all about that. But I can't just stay locked away forever" Raising her delicate arabian head she glared defiantly at the stallion.
A small smirk played across the stallions features. "It seems princess you have more guts than most people think."
Hardening her glare the mare exclaimed "People think I am a coward!?"
"No, they just don't think you have the guts to lead them." Watching with interest the stallion studied the mare. She was much different than all those dark mares he was accustom to.
Anger and confusion all at once flashed in the mares eyes. Walking up to the stallion she circled him. Eyes staring right in his. Stopping abruptly at his head she put her delicate face next to his large black skull. "Then I suppose I will have to show them I do."
The stallion let out a laugh so loud several crows flew out of the tree they were standing under. The mare was spunky and he liked her. "I suppose you will have to show them"
A smile graced the mares maw. "You dear prince, are nothing like the terrible rumors that have been going around." Humor sparked in her lively brown eyes.
A small chuckle rumble from the stags throat. Galloping away a couple steps the stallion threw his head up and let out a neigh asking her to join him.
Loping towards and then past him the fae broke into a run. Her stride much long than it seemed she would be able to do. Turning around she let out a playful nicker then ran back towards him frolicking more like a small filly.
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Since that moment the stallion and mare continued to meet underneath that oak tree.
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"Father!" Jazul exclaimed. If Shatura sent you a message why didn't you tell me. Stamping her hoof with impatience the mare walked up to her father.
"Daughter I am sorry but I knew if I told you that I had heard from your sister you would get your hopes up" The Royal Chestnut Arabian was king of the lights.
"Well? What did she say!?
"She said she is now residing with the darks in their royal palace and she is going to be the queen and marry the prince and rule by his side."
"What....... you mean the younger prince right?" Jazul asked in disbelief.
"Be sensible of course not I mean the eldest prince" Kestro snorted with amusement.
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The graceful mare was alluring but had a deadly feel around her. She walked with the cunning and confidence of a dark. Her pelt matched how she felt. For she was a black arabian with red flashes in her mane. Her orbs were bloodshot and not the least bit calming. Her delicate arabian frame was ragged and showed her harsh life as a rogue. Forelock covered her red eyes but if she was watching people could feel it. Walking up to Ruban she rested her cranium upon his broad back not even bothering to bow. "Dear Prince, do you think you will like me as your wife." She purred in a half menacing way.
Ruban backed away from the mare. "What!?" he shouted.
At that moment his father walked into the room. "Son I have decided you shall take over before I die, which means soon. And Shatura is the best candidate for queen."
The stallion neighed in outrage "I am already in love! I do not wish to marry her."
The kings orbs sparked with interest "Who is it that you are in love with?"
"Jazul Princess of the lights" Ruban answered with confidence.
"WHAT!?" The king shouted.
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The dark king paced back in forth in front of his elite guards. "You are to capture this princess and take her to the volcano on Celican Island." Anger flashed in the kings eyes as he thought of his sons betrayal. We may have a truce with the lights but one should never marry a Light!
The 6 guards nodded their heads, bowed then loped out of the room shouting "It shall be done."
Nodding his head with approval the king walked back to where his son was. "You shall never see her again, and it's for your own good."
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Jazul was resting in the meadow on the light lands. Her cranium laying on the sweet smelling grass. Clear tears slid down the sides of her face. Her love gone.
A crunch sounded in the nearby grass. Drawing her head up she pricked her auds forward to listen.
6 Majestic looking stags entered the clearing where the fae was. They were all handsome but something about them scared her. They rushed forward herding her between them clacking their teeth and driving her forward at a run.
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Her neigh echoed throughout the volcano. "Don't worry this volcano's been dormant for years" the guards sneered. Trotting away leaving behind the young fae.
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"It has been done as you have requested." The guards said in unison to the dark king.
"Good" The king smiled which was quite rare. He quit his pacing and went to where his son was. "Now about Shatura..."
"I will never marry her!" Ruban shouted. Breaking free of the two guards that held him the young stallion ran out the door. The wing whipping his forelock back and the banner blowing in the breeze made by his shattering run. Pistons creating deep groves in the earth. Searching.... Searching for her, his love.
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My story continues for 6 more years of searching I still have not found my love but one day... one day I will find her....
The story I have to tell happened many years ago, in a place where 3 allies became enemies... Dark. Light. Neutral......
The valley around was quite beautiful and luscious no other place could compare to it. Trees grown so tall they seemed to touch the light blue sky. Flowers in full bloom with bees buzzing around collecting nectar. And a tall castle white on the left side grey in the middle and black on the right side. The castle was known as the Allegiance. A redundant name to some but right none the less. The Allegiance was a glorious castle, the halls were covered with the pictures of the kings and queens past. The splendid corridors were numerous and all were paved in gold and a red carpet flowed down the center of all halls. Coat of Arms adorned the castle walls as did other pictures and candles. Chandeliers hung in each and every room. All rooms were unique but all the more enchanting.
The real story happened however on the outside...
The young fae picked her pistons up high as she pranced out into the unknown world. Oh what a glorious day. Nodding her head in a happy dance she broke into a lope, dust gathering in her wake. Coming upon a dark piece of land the young mare slid to a stop. The dark dreary terra spread out in every which way except from where she had just come. At a slow walk she entered the bleak land. Orbs scanning for a small sign of life. CAW!! Jumping in place the mare lifted her cranium into the air, flicking her auds forward to catch the sound of the steady beating of a crows wings. Relax. It's just a bird...
-----------------------
A young stallion paced across the threshold of the room. Neck arched showing off his broad muscles. Hooves pounding the floor in a unique rhythm. Black was his hue and blue were his orbs. Banner held high flowing behind him as the stag walked on. He thinks just because he's king he can keep his own son waiting!
"Razu find my father!" The young stags words were harsh as he directed all his anger to his father toward his younger brother.
"Y...ye..yes brother" Bowing his head till his maw brushed the ground ever so slightly the young chestnut colt trotted out of the room.
Clacking his teeth with annoyance the brute continued to pace as he waited for his brother to carry out his orders. Muscles rippling under his extravagant black coat.
Switching directions the stag continued till he walked out the door. Seeing his father he approached him at a fast walk. "Father! Where have you been!" The young stallion yelled.
"Contain yourself Ruban!" His father ordered.
His father.... King Daguri of the darks... As tall and proud as the young stag himself. The king was a brilliant black and white paint with a gold crown sitting upon the top of his head. His muscles and structure of his body told that he was a warrior to be reckoned with on the battle field. "I had business to attend before I could come a meet you here." Confidence and distaste lined the words he spat out at his son. "If you are to be king once I die then you should behave like one!" Glaring at his son he swept past him, shoulder brushing his so hard Ruban was knocked to the ground.
Yelling at his father as he picked himself up. "I already behave like you! Apparently you need to be more kingly to!" Muttering to himself Ruban broke into a trot and left the castle to go to the dark lands in which he lived.
------------------------
The young mare cautiously walked through the bleak terra. Nostrils flaring she took in all the smells of the unfamiliar land... She was pretty sure this was the dark lands where her father always told her not to go on. Shivering with excitement and anticipation the fae trotted across the brownish grass covering the area. Coming upon a large oak tree the mare stopped and laid down to rest.
---------------------
Annoyance shown on every line of the stallions rough form. His large pistons fell heavily onto the dead brown grass. Hearing a mares sigh the stallion held his cranium up higher orbs scanning the area and auds listening for any other sounds. Finally the young stags gaze rested upon a delicate bay form laying under a large oak tree. Smirking to himself he approached the mare.
"Hello there lady" The young stallion said with confidence. You see as the king to be, all females fell at his feet.
-----
The young light bay mare drew herself up to stare directly at the stallion. With as much politeness as she could muster the mare answered, "Hello sir"
Shocked as to why the mare wasn't fainting or showing some signs of being in front of royalty the stallion questioned her "It seems dear fae that you don't know who I am, I am Ruban Prince of the Darks...... waiting for some sign of acknowledgment the stag waited.
"And it seems dear sir you don't know who I am... I am Jazul Princess of the Lights. Despite the fact that she was on the darks terra Jazul was not afraid because currently all 3 allegiances had a truce.
Rubans gasp was audible. No royal light had ever had the guts to step onto a darks land. Re-composing himself he asked her "And why are you here? I'm sure your father had told you time and time again not to go on darks land." A small spark of concern flared in his orbs before he could mask it.
"Don't worry yourself, my father has told me all about that. But I can't just stay locked away forever" Raising her delicate arabian head she glared defiantly at the stallion.
A small smirk played across the stallions features. "It seems princess you have more guts than most people think."
Hardening her glare the mare exclaimed "People think I am a coward!?"
"No, they just don't think you have the guts to lead them." Watching with interest the stallion studied the mare. She was much different than all those dark mares he was accustom to.
Anger and confusion all at once flashed in the mares eyes. Walking up to the stallion she circled him. Eyes staring right in his. Stopping abruptly at his head she put her delicate face next to his large black skull. "Then I suppose I will have to show them I do."
The stallion let out a laugh so loud several crows flew out of the tree they were standing under. The mare was spunky and he liked her. "I suppose you will have to show them"
A smile graced the mares maw. "You dear prince, are nothing like the terrible rumors that have been going around." Humor sparked in her lively brown eyes.
A small chuckle rumble from the stags throat. Galloping away a couple steps the stallion threw his head up and let out a neigh asking her to join him.
Loping towards and then past him the fae broke into a run. Her stride much long than it seemed she would be able to do. Turning around she let out a playful nicker then ran back towards him frolicking more like a small filly.
------------
Since that moment the stallion and mare continued to meet underneath that oak tree.
-----------
"Father!" Jazul exclaimed. If Shatura sent you a message why didn't you tell me. Stamping her hoof with impatience the mare walked up to her father.
"Daughter I am sorry but I knew if I told you that I had heard from your sister you would get your hopes up" The Royal Chestnut Arabian was king of the lights.
"Well? What did she say!?
"She said she is now residing with the darks in their royal palace and she is going to be the queen and marry the prince and rule by his side."
"What....... you mean the younger prince right?" Jazul asked in disbelief.
"Be sensible of course not I mean the eldest prince" Kestro snorted with amusement.
-----------------
The graceful mare was alluring but had a deadly feel around her. She walked with the cunning and confidence of a dark. Her pelt matched how she felt. For she was a black arabian with red flashes in her mane. Her orbs were bloodshot and not the least bit calming. Her delicate arabian frame was ragged and showed her harsh life as a rogue. Forelock covered her red eyes but if she was watching people could feel it. Walking up to Ruban she rested her cranium upon his broad back not even bothering to bow. "Dear Prince, do you think you will like me as your wife." She purred in a half menacing way.
Ruban backed away from the mare. "What!?" he shouted.
At that moment his father walked into the room. "Son I have decided you shall take over before I die, which means soon. And Shatura is the best candidate for queen."
The stallion neighed in outrage "I am already in love! I do not wish to marry her."
The kings orbs sparked with interest "Who is it that you are in love with?"
"Jazul Princess of the lights" Ruban answered with confidence.
"WHAT!?" The king shouted.
---------------
The dark king paced back in forth in front of his elite guards. "You are to capture this princess and take her to the volcano on Celican Island." Anger flashed in the kings eyes as he thought of his sons betrayal. We may have a truce with the lights but one should never marry a Light!
The 6 guards nodded their heads, bowed then loped out of the room shouting "It shall be done."
Nodding his head with approval the king walked back to where his son was. "You shall never see her again, and it's for your own good."
---------------
Jazul was resting in the meadow on the light lands. Her cranium laying on the sweet smelling grass. Clear tears slid down the sides of her face. Her love gone.
A crunch sounded in the nearby grass. Drawing her head up she pricked her auds forward to listen.
6 Majestic looking stags entered the clearing where the fae was. They were all handsome but something about them scared her. They rushed forward herding her between them clacking their teeth and driving her forward at a run.
------------
Her neigh echoed throughout the volcano. "Don't worry this volcano's been dormant for years" the guards sneered. Trotting away leaving behind the young fae.
-------------
"It has been done as you have requested." The guards said in unison to the dark king.
"Good" The king smiled which was quite rare. He quit his pacing and went to where his son was. "Now about Shatura..."
"I will never marry her!" Ruban shouted. Breaking free of the two guards that held him the young stallion ran out the door. The wing whipping his forelock back and the banner blowing in the breeze made by his shattering run. Pistons creating deep groves in the earth. Searching.... Searching for her, his love.
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My story continues for 6 more years of searching I still have not found my love but one day... one day I will find her....