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Date Posted: 21:59:47 04/22/02 Mon
Author: Detruisent
Author Host/IP: 205.188.198.32
Subject: ][ delerium ][

Throbbing pains and blodshot eyes did a poor job of reminding him to rest, though they failed to pause in contributing to his headache. Though sweat was pulled on the straining climb up Rahul Jagged, the conditions of treking down it were too miserable for thought. He knew whos blood he wanted to feed those stones, making all his enemies walk up and down the mountain in torture camps. Detruisent made a note of that -- wishing someday to see it true. At least it built strength and stamina, he should send his soldiers there as well.

Delerious and oblivious to the terrain in which he walked through, almost unaware of where he was, he stumbled blindly (or blurily) until refreshing water flowed over him. He couldn't breathe. Detruisent stood up, no he didn't. Genuinely confused about which way was up and how not to inhale water, he almost drowned. He thrashed in the river until he found the sky and rose to it, algae sliming through his mane and forelock. A snort of discust was thrown, no water or rest for two days ((I decided he couldn't climb Jhaul Ragged in six hours, rofl)) didn't put him in the best condition, but he expected better of himself.

His head was dropped until it smacked the water, he lifted it in startlement and drank before he knew what he was doing. Aside from the strenuous climb and blood-withdrawl, his stomache was twisting and he would throw up if he could. The water filled him though, and he stood in the stream until his vision cleared some-what. Damn, why did he do this? Maybe he should kill himself.

Then he thought of Stovati, looking around for her. He had been unaware of traveling with anyone for the last hour or so, she could've dropped dead without him knowing. He forced a neigh, suprizingly strong, but robbing him of breath for a minute or so. He became angry again, with a longing to kill something. If she wasn't there in the first place, he would've killed that damn silverblood and at least the headache would go away.

Detruisent thought about blood and flesh, thick and cool . . . he snorted and leaped out of the stream, his hooves softened from the hour or so of standing in water. He lowered his muzzle and breathed in the scent of this terra, looking around him and trying to discern where he was. Ah, The Bloodbath. He called for Stovati again, looking around to find her. He saw no one else in the valley.

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[> Loud Neigh -- Fajera, 14:28:51 04/23/02 Tue (66.21.145.209)

Black mare trots t'wards him. Harsh voice. Who are you? Why are you trespassing upon my land? And why are you traveling with a sliverblood?

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[> [> ][ sarcasm ][ -- Detruisent, 22:54:50 04/23/02 Tue (152.163.206.186)

Detruisent studied the mare for a moment or so, her lovely welcome suggesting she was in heat. Or maybe just a bitch?

"You spoke of a silverblood I was traveling with. Stovati, have you seen her?" He ignored the first two questions for a moment, then answered them. "I am Detruisent, pleased to meet you." The sarcastic tone was obvious. "and I am not exactly certain why I'm 'trespassing upon your land,' thank-you for inquiring." Detruisent's eyes were intent, yet squirming around, his gaze pointed to the ground but looking at nothing. He wasn't really paying attention to Fajera, or anything, though it might appear another way.

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[> [> [> ][ impatience ][ -- Detruisent, 16:47:27 04/25/02 Thu (152.163.207.202)

"Silver discusts you aye?" He lifted his head, taunt muzzle and alert auditives surveying the area. "Do you know where Cenere d'Nerezza is? Go find others, and bring them to Nerezza. Bring strong ones for war and weak ones to bribe the strong ones. Do your best, then you can have anything you want. Leave claims on The Bloodbath because I want everyone in Nerezza to prepare for war, yet soon enough you can have the whole country if you'd like." He stands, stomping flies yet mostly still and awaiting an answer.

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[> [> [> [> ][ turns ][ -- Detruisent, 00:35:06 04/27/02 Sat (208.247.220.177)

"black">
Detruisent snorts, nodding. He leaves with plans to follow the Bloodbath river back to Shangri-La, over Invierno and into Nerezza.

I'm sorry Nikki, I don't know what's going on, but ya aren't the most active player in the world. <3
~Chelle

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[> [> [> [> [> Glare -- Fajera, 17:07:27 04/29/02 Mon (66.20.214.135)

Mare nods t'wards edge of territory, A silverblood filly is seen wandering t'wards them. Does she belong to you?

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