&& LETS DO THIS /southern edition

[aPPY]

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" He had a vision, and his vision was coming true right before his eyes. He had sent a section of his army to invade from the Eastern border, and the other half to advance from the West. It was so perfect. He had picked up a few warriors along the way, stragglers who hadn't met up with him yet, so they said. Taking their time to join the ranks. Either way, they were smart enough to ally themselves with him once they saw him. It felt good to be so triumphant. Though, there hadn't been much resistance. Everything was going to be centered in the North, he feared. Though, if he collected as many warriors as he could through out these lands, it wouldn't matter much. He had more than he could hope for in his army, many that were so willing. He had thought most would have been brain washed by now, completely against him and the stories everyone would tell, but they could see the vision, just as he did. He could win this. He would win this. It would be glorious, everything the first war should have been. All that lay in the way was the North. The blasted North were that blind mare sat, with all of her followers, and surely where the Other's followers would be, since they didn't seem to be sticking around these parts. It was frustrating, leaving others behind to defend the land he had already conquered, and what belonged to him the first time, but it was good to know he had the forces to do that. The Northern borders were watched closely now, from all directions, ensuring that no one could cross over and sneak into his territory. The East still belonged to him, and now both the West and South had fallen under his command. It was almost too easy, just walking through the lands and finding no real resistance. He didn't knew exactly how he was going to attack the North. He supposed he would just march in and fight, like he had planned to. He thought there would be more equine lingering to fight him, but most had fled their precious homes in trade for security and safety. Oh well, at least it would be easier to kill all of the traitors at once; leaving their bodies to rot in the North and dub that land forbidden. That would be the easiest way to go about it. Unless not many died and they surrendered, using the useless brains located in their heads; then only the few unfortunate equines would decompose into the ground. It didn't matter, as long as the Other was one of them. Ramaskith would be most content, just as long as that grey pelt was left on the battlefield, stained with the red of his faded life, never to interfere with Rama again. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 486 . Notes - just a kind of getting ready post i suppose. If anyone on Rama's side is wanting to be in the East or West, message me and I'll give you permission ^^ . Muse - mreh . Tags - Anyone can reply to this, just to give an update about whats going on before we attack the North.

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Header by Appy - Coding by Abba

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And it's time to stand up and fight,
Even though it might mean life and death...

Whisky moved along silently, tears stinging his eyes and the scene of Ava screaming at him and running off playing through his mind over and over again. He shook his head. He knew it was time. He stood taller, exhaled and set off at a canter, his audits flicked forward. He was ready. Whisky set off at a canter, his muscles rippling under his coat as he pounded his legs into the ground. He stopped at the edge of the forest. He snorted, there he was. Ramaskith. The one he hated so much. He stood taller, exhaled again, and trotted out of the cover of the trees, looking straight at Ramaskith.

. 150 Words

Bleh, so shorttt D:

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[aPPY]

[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ramaskith turned, hearing the footfalls of someone behind him, emerging from the trees. His eyes narrowed and ears flickered at the sight, as the dark creature set off at a trot towards him. Ramaskith stood tall and proud, waiting for the insolent being to come within striking distance. He could tell, from the far, that it was Whiskey. The damned healer who had taken off once they had moved toward the West. Such a fool, to appear on the same lands as the Lord whom he betrayed, yet to willingly come forward? What did he expect? Vondur purred at his side, swatting at the ground and swishing his tail. Rama could feel the eagerness in which the creature wanted to desperately to sink his fangs into the dark bay pelt, the feeling was mutual. He did not know what Whiskey wished to accomplish, but he was not going to be able to walk up and simply apologize, as it seemed might be just the thing on his mind as he worked his way towards the Lord. He almost laughed, thinking of those innocent thoughts running through the young creature's head. He was so naïve to think that everything would be just dandy since he decided to come back. Oh no, it would have been much better if the Spanish creature never appeared in the Lord's sight again! Vondur growled his approval, kneading the ground with his large claws. Ramaskith had been quite happy to discover that his patronus had been such a large, malicious creature of the dark ages. The lion was massive, head reaching less than a foot from Rama's own withers. His legs were long and muscular, despite the ghostly form he was trapped in, paws like saucers and claws that could easily rip into flesh. He growled again, dropping to the ground at Rama's feet and eying the foolish creature that advanced toward them, tail still twitching across the ground; ghost eyed staring forward with a hunger that was frightening. Ramaskith glanced down at the feline for a moment, then returning his attention to the dark figure that had finally reach him. He held himself back, for he truly wanted to strike him dead right there, but he would let him speak first, knowing that his abilities could be of some use. Though, if he said nothing satisfactory, he would kill him. After all, if someone did need to be healed on the battlefield, it would already be too late for them. If they were still alive afterward... Well that would be a completely different situation, now wouldn't it? So, maybe Whiskey wasn't as important as he would like to think, and he was definitely a name on a list in Ramaskith's head titled traitors; a list that one should be groveling at his feet to be removed from. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 480 . Notes - yeah. Rama is not happy. aaaand. I'm not sure when I would be able to upgrade to a daemon? I looked back as saw that I bought the patronus on Nov. 23rd, soo... I don't remember what season that was, so would Jan. 23rd work, or Feb. 1st? Because it says for two seasons, so that would be Winter and Spring, but do the seasons have to both be completely over, or. hrm. Because Jan. 23rd would be two months, which is the same as two seasons, just not..like. idk /probably makes no sense. ANYWAY. . Muse - lalala. . Tags - whiskey

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[twi]

Ixori inhaled the anger, letting it ripple through her senses. It felt good, revitalizing and reinvigorating. She had almost recovered from the ordeal the past few days, at least physically. Though scabs and cuts still marred her otherwise eye-catching pelt, she was healing quickly.
She pawed the ground, taking pleasure in rendering great gashes in the turf. Her eyes, normally a fierce shade of violet, burned with an inner-fire. She only wished she could sear those who came in contact with her angry gaze, for she would take full advantage of the ability if only it was possible. She shifted back and forth, as though moving her weight would somehow move her quandary off her shoulders.
What to do. She cast a furious glance at Rama before looking away again. She could kill him, happily. Even when he had her pinned to the ground, she had not desired his demise so thoroughly. Now, she could barely contain the roiling hate within. How dare he make her his slave, his gladiator? How dare he steal away her freedom with the sort of careless thought one would tread upon an ant? Now she was a captive and slave. The land seemed to call to her, beckoning her hooves to frolic upon its grassy plains, but she might as well been trapped within cage for all she could answer its invitation.
She tossed her mane defiantly, trying as she had been for the last few days, to formulate a plan. Even if she was willing to attempt to sneak away somehow, Rama was watching her too closely. Not that she would either way. She would never run, never lower herself to the status of a coward. She was unbreakable, unafraid. She would take what life dished out, never quailing. She would fight to the end.

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And it's time to stand up and fight,
Even though it might mean life and death...

Whisky stopped well far away from striking- or lunging- distance of Ramskith and his lion. It growled, and they both stared him down. A black and purple mare stood behind Rama, scowling and not looking at anything. Whiskey didn't want to be here, and the mare looked as if she didn't want to either, but this was for Ava. Whisky stood tall, watching Ramaskith easily. He could say he was looking for warriors, other healers. But, no. He wanted freedom. He wanted her.

He would have to fight him, and he might not survive, but there was no choice. He swished his tail, he needn't say anything. And before he realized it they were both charging each other, Rama's eyes blazing like fire as they reared up and locked in a deadly embrace. Whiskey whinnied out as they landed, and Rama's body flashed and twisted as a dark hoof flew up and connected with his shoulder/chest and Whiskey stumbled back, the breath knocked out of him. Rama called out this time as Whiskey charged, and he struck out at his neck, Rama flashed but didn't dodge fast enough as his sharp hoof scraped down his neck.

Ramaskith flashed his teeth, twisting and biting Whiskey's neck fiercely before shifting and hitting him squarely in the ribs. Whiskey stumbled backwards, pinning his ears. He charged forward and twisted, pivoting the the opposite side of Ramaskith and hitting him in the ribs before turning to face him. He could hear Vondur's snarles, yet Whiskey ignored them. The fight was over, no winner, no loser. Rama was growing tired of him and Vondur leaped forward. Whisky kicked out at it before leaving, watching Ramaskith and his lion disappear into the trees on the other side of the clearing.

. 360 Words

Comments- Real life issues. FIGHT
Status- Finished
Muse- Low
For- Appy // Ramaskith . Twi // Ixori

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