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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Mar 29, 2007 15:48:36 GMT -5
The wind blew curiously from the southeast, and the desert was suspiciously quiet. That is, until the lone figure padded to a designated fighting area. Gaara was thirsty for blood, teal eyes searching tirelessly for an opponent in which to take the blood from. He needed someone to cross his path very soon, or else he'd go insane. Too late, he already was. He stamped his single silvery hoof, clenching his teeth. He wasn't called 'Gaara of the Sand' for nothing. He spent most of his days in the desert, looking for others to fight. At this point, he desperately wanted to join the war and taste the blood of either side, but he was left in the neutrals, cowards they were, and left out of the fighting. He snorted angerly. Someone must come soon, or he'd kill anything in sight as soon as he saw it.
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Post by Spark on Mar 30, 2007 5:28:31 GMT -5
Cinnibon raised his head, the smell of horses on the wind. Hate burned in his black eyes. His hate for horses once again rose in his chest. He stood taller, grunting and snorting in anger. A massive black hoof struck the ground, hard, leaving a deep imprint in the dirt. The stallion reared, his forehooves lashing out as he let out a tremendous bugle that rang out across the land. It was the call of a stallion's challenge.
Cinnibon's only hope was that a stallion would come to him. That way, he'd get what he wanted. A fight that included blood and pain. Striking hooves and lashing teeth. It was odd, how this stallion loved a fight, loved the pain and blood, even if it included his. It made him seem slightly psychotic.
The stallion could hear the blood rushing through his ears. His pulse was quickening. His adrenaline was rushing. If he could fight, he would be happy. The stallion stamped another impatient hoof, spraying up sand. His glistening coat dulled slightly at the sudden coating of pale sand. Cinnibon tossed his head and twitched some of his muscles, ridding his brilliant chestnut coat of its thin sand jacket. The desert. Not his home, but the best place to get what he wanted. A fight.
Cinnibon would stand and wait for his prey. A stallion of the nearest herd. He wouldn't rush to the herd, he'd wait for about an hour. And by then, if the stallion hadn't come, he'd rush him.
Then the true fight would begin.
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Mar 30, 2007 6:49:20 GMT -5
Gaara's eyes widened. Finally, he'd get his blood. He was ready. He began trotting over to see who his opponent was. The smell came to him as a dark. His opponent wouldn't hold back on him. Good. He needed an angry opponent, who wouldn't hold back on him, and he then the blood would taste better. It was funny that he'd seen, even loved the taste of others blood, but had never seen his own. In fact, he was scared by it. Finally, the other stallion came into view. Gaara decided this was the time to bugle back, which he did. He ignored the huge amounts of sand that was attaching to his coat. It helped him, actually. In fact, he'd never wash it off. It was like armor, at least a few inches thick. So, if anyone went to take a bite out of him, they only bit the sand. They never bite deep enough. (This would explain the cracks on his face in his picture and stuff like that.) "So," he stated coldly, standing about ten feet away from his challenger,"You're my opponent." If horses had arms to cross, his would be crossed right then.
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Post by Spark on Mar 30, 2007 16:19:12 GMT -5
Cinnibon twisted on his hind hooves to face his opponent. Ah, so this was who he was to fight.
"Guess so," the stallion replied coolly. He was calm, though ready and determined. Deep underneath, his many emotions swam in a giant pool of darkness. Twisting, turning, swirling. That was who he was. A moving, breathing, giant pool of dark emotions. A hoof stamped and sunk into the sifty and soft sand. Yep, the fight would begin soon. Suddenly, however, Cinnibon noticed something. Sand coated the challenging stallion quite thickly. Hmm...that would be a disadvantage. Though...his teeth were sharp and could bite through almost anything. Sand, not too hard to bite through. Even hard sand wasn't a challenge.
Easy...almost too easy...
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Mar 30, 2007 20:33:24 GMT -5
Gaara observed his opponent. He had no outer defences. He looked calm, almost placid. Heh. Opponents were never placid. His opponent's hooves sunk into the sand, yet another disadvantage. Anywhere in this desert coould be a small sinkhole that was hard to get out of. He, on the other hand, had taught himself how to not sink in the sand, and how to get out of, even avoid, sinkholes. And this opponent had.....blood! Yes, blood was what he wanted. Blood was what he needed. He reminded himself of a demon he knew of. Shukaku, of the wind. Yes. That was what he was. The demon, Shukaku. No wonder he was hated by his herd. They feared him. Good. Fear was what he wanted from others. He noticed his opponent observing him as well. Heh. He probably noticed his sand armor. Big suprise when he would bite down. It had hardened, over years, and was almost as hard as rock. Almost. It could still be broken, but it was hard to do so. With his advantages, and his opponent's disadvantages, this was......
Easy...almost too easy...
"So, are you going to begin?" Gaara asked coldly, expressing no emotion on his face or body movement.
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Post by Spark on Mar 31, 2007 7:49:30 GMT -5
Cinnibon didn't speak a word, didn't twitch a muscle. His expression was almost set in stone, showing no emotion. With sudden quickness and no giveaway he leaped forward, anger blazing in his eyes. His back hooves slipped slightly in the sand, though he kept his balance. He landed right before his opponent and nipped in one place he saw was covered in sand that was still soft. The stallion's ear. The ear on a horse was sensitive, very sensitive. Cinnibon had learned this the hard way in a fight with an experienced, old lead stallion when he himself had only been two years of age.
Cinnibon bit down harder, suddenly drawing blood. Deeper and deeper he bit, knowing he would leave a scar upon this stallion. That was what he wanted. His forehooves lashed out at the stallion's chest, cutting into the sand. Yes, his hooves were sharp. Unusually sharp. They helped him in his battles, for whenever he lashed out his hooves his opponent would begin to bleed badly.
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Mar 31, 2007 11:43:14 GMT -5
Gaara ignored the pain, mabye even he didn't notice it. Instead, he pushed his equally sharp hoof into his challenger's chest, as Cinnibon tried with his own chest. And then, he swiftly reached over and began to bite his opponent on the head. Nipping and tearing at any sensitive sopt he knew of. Soon, little spots of blood began to drip into his mouth. Oh yes, that savory taste he wanted. That sweet, sweet thing that gave him life. He needed more. MORE! With that thought. He began biting harder at the head and neck of his opponent, all the while trying to get the teeth of what he was biting out of his side.
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Post by Spark on Mar 31, 2007 16:55:37 GMT -5
Cinnibon turned his back on Gaara and bucked, his hind hooves striking him right in the throat. Then he twisted around and bit down hard on the stallion's neck, through the sand and into the soft skin. Blood began to flow from the wound. Cinnibon smiled and lashed out again with his forehooves, this time striking the stallion's side and knocking the breath out of him. Fighting with the rage of a hundred horses, Cinnibon continued to bite and nip, causing many deep wounds to bubble with blood.
This was how he fought. Vicious. Uncaring. Deceitful. Never did he turn his back on a fight. He had always fought. Not for his life, not for territory. Just for the thrill of feeling his adrenaline rush and tasting victorious blood.
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Mar 31, 2007 21:28:00 GMT -5
Gaara felt the pain, then. He regained his breath rather quickly, and slid backwards into the sand. Then it happened. He saw something on himself. It was reddish in color. And wet. Was it.....No, it couldn't be.......But it was.........His own-............ NOOOOOOOOOO!! It was his own blood. He screamed to the Mares with the Bloody Teeth, goddesses of his. It was his own blood. He began to breath very heavily. When he looked up to Cinnibon, his face was twisted in a smile that screamed insanity. "You know why I fight? Unlike you, for your rush of energy, power, or land and such, I fight for survival. AS long as I can kill, I can survive. A soul needs a purpose to live and so I concluded that my purpose was to kill everyone besides myself. I felt alive. I have seen it now. You aren't my opponent. You aren't someone to just fight. I'm not someone whom you will just try to defeat. I am the predator, and you, my dear friend, are my prey. PREY!" He stood where he was, but flexed his jaws. He wanted blood. He wanted it so badly. So....very....badly...... And he was going to get it. A lot of it. “Yeah… I’m going to tear him apart. Then drag it out… What, you ask? The insides, of course. A lot comes out, right? I’ll give them all to you. I’m always a good boy. Yes, let’s do it. Mom, I’ll watch," he stated. He had clearly lost it. Memories of his mother were coming back to haunt him. His mother who died at the hooves of him and his father.
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Post by Spark on Apr 2, 2007 6:12:24 GMT -5
Cinnibon tilted his head to the side. He was utterly confused.
"What in the name of all horses are you talking about, stallion?!" He could see the insanity burning in his opponent's eyes. And that signaled one thing. Hate flared in his chest, burned in his eyes. Cinnibon's eyes gleamed with anger, hatred, and a toughness that could strike fear into the heart of the strongest stallion alive. Suddenly, his blood lust became unbearable. Leaping forward once more, he bit and slashed at the stallion. He knew his opponent's weakness now. His own blood. Cinnibon tore into Gaara's neck and side, freeing the blood from its fleshy barrier. He watched with not satisfaction, but anger still. This was not enough for him. He had to kill this stallion! Moving with the fluidness of lake water, Cinnibon slid around to the other side of Gaara. He began to bite and tear there, freeing more blood to drip into the sand.
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Apr 6, 2007 15:35:55 GMT -5
His own blood would not stop the now insane Gaara. He began to bite with such force, it could almot break bones. Instead of biting willy-nilly, he bit at the throat, the brain, the spinal cord, every vital spot he could find. Lots of that sweet blood filled his mouth, and he swallowed it joyfully. Things like"Yes, Mom." "I'll do that, Mom." Or "Good idea, Mom." came out of his mouth many times. He was completely insane.
OhOhSee;;
If only they were allowed powers. Gaara would be even better than he already is. Also, we need to end this without killing eachother. This is only my first thread with Gaara, and I want him to stick around, longer.
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Post by Spark on Apr 7, 2007 10:32:05 GMT -5
OoC//
I understnad. How should we finish it so neither character is killed? Oh, wait. I have an idea!
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Post by Spark on Apr 7, 2007 10:37:13 GMT -5
Cinnibon bucked and reared, hooves flashing through the air. This was so confusing! Suddenly, in the middle of a rear, Cinnibon's hind legs buckled under him. A sand hole. Hind hooves trapped in the hole, the stallion fell over backwards, forelegs flashing through the air.Cinnibon came crashing to the ground with a muffled thump and a large grunt. His adrenaline felt like it was pumping a thousand miles per hour. What a rush! His breath was knocked out of him, then suddenly coming in great and desperate gasps for sweet oxygen.
His first lost battle...this was it. Some of his old scars had ripped open during his fall, new blood flowing. He was completely battered up. Cinnibon felt terrible. The stallion pasted his ears to his head in pain, unable to move. So this was how it felt to lose...
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Post by A.marantos (Mar-Chan) on Apr 7, 2007 15:19:48 GMT -5
Gaara watched his opponent fall. Yes, it was much too easy. Not as easy as he expected, but still easy. Insanity still gripped his mind, and he began to pad closer and closer to his fallen opponent. Yes, death was near. He suddenly stopped. The insanity had begun to wear off, and he saw all the blood on him. His blood. Once again, he screamed. Glaring from his body, to his opponent, he began to walk away, slowly since he felt weak, and sick from his loss of blood. "So," he began still walking away,"This is what happenes when the predator has become too weak to follow his fallen prey. I'll be back at any day to finish you off. The next time I meet you you won't be as fluffy as it was, this time." And with that, Gaara disappeared over the horizon, the sand blowing behind him....
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