Man and Inferno

the larger than normal stallion banged about in the trailer that was coming up the road. The man cursed under his breath the mixed bred mutt had been more than he had bargined for. True the usually larger size slightly over 17 hands made him a giant he had a temper to match hot headed thats how he got his name Inferno. The brute was albino and a giant his bloodlines so mixed up it was hard to tell. Not to mention from a colt he was a lab experiment till he got to uncontrolable the man had bought him to fight and the brute had won almost everyone. the thing is with just him Inferno was too much thats why he was here. The stag was going to be sold. Backing into the larger arena he jumped out and droped the back gate.

Inferno gave a raging bellow and leapt from the trailer which he been riding in backwards from being forced into there with electric stick. He mass left the loam for dagger bellowing out as if to destory the heavens. As he crashed back down he pawed the loam anger piercing eyes glaring out at everyone and everything.

The man closed the main gate locking Inferno in and he turned and yelled to everyone.this brute is for sale come to me with your offers and we will discuss his future with you. Be warned he is more than a mere man can handle.

Doyle

Darkness stalked on two feet up to the seller, eyeing the raging, ramping stallion with an expert's eye. He fiddled carelessly with one of the many daggers that graced his person, staring for a long time before giving small nod. You there. I'm prepared to offer you four thou' for that hunk of flesh. What say ye? Dark eyes flashed to the man, and he flung his long, dark braid over one shoulder, playing with the ends.

Man and Inferno

it was as if Inferno knew was going on he pivoted upon power hind pistons and slammed his massive chassis into the carrol wall which moaned from the force. He was close to the two men thorns flat on his skull eyes raging with anger and hate.

The man steppped back as Inferno chagered this fence wasn't going to hold the brute for long. He looked to the man 4 thousand seemed good he had only bought the brute for a thousand he moved his hand out to shake the mans hand

|deal|

Doyle

Doyle took the man's hand and shook it once, twice, then released it, digging a hand into his pocket to sort out some bills. Handing a wad of cash to the man, he said, A fine deal, then. I am employed here and we need a resident champion. I think, perhaps, with a bit of... encouragement and here he let that smirk come back again, ... he might do for the job. And he retreated to a low building, out of which he brought a length of rope, tossing it expertly to hopefully grab hold of the stallion. Now, now he murmured. That won't do...

Inferno

the brute darted back when he caught sight of the flying rope but it was too late as it settled about his thick neck. Fore daggers left the loam raising him high as if standing on two leggs was what he wanted to do. He kicked out at the man then came crashing back down not being able to balance on his hind legs that long. He snorted angered at this inferior man.

The man took the money got in his truck and was gone.

Doyle

He planted his feet as the stallion plunged, knowing such a large fellow could not maintain a levade for very long. Swinging about, he gave a sharp jerk on the rope as he braced himself. The jerk was meant to bring him down on all fours and keep him there. He was no lightweight, and so it would be difficult for the brute to throw him completely. Grinning, he kept his pressure firm on the rope, waiting for the beast to discover that his tactic was not going to work.

Inferno

the brute snorted as the man jerked. His voids landed upon the man. Inferno had every intention to kill whom ever challenged him he might have meet his match her. The man was large which made him harder to pull than his last owner. He didn't rear this time set back hind nails pushing into the ground he aimed to pull the rope from the man's hands if that didn't work Inferno was sunk. He screamed a challenge to the man he was fighting he wanted to fight more.

Doyle

Doyle gritted his teeth against the pain of a screaming shoulder and felt his body scoot forward a few inches, but kept his hold on that rope. He repositioned his feet, bracing one behind the other as he skidded to a halt, muscles straining against the black t-shirt that matched his skin. Still, he grinned. A tough one, this. He would make a good fighter.

Aralyn

A young slight woman came forth, hell in her eyes. Softly she said "I will offer you ten thousand right here, right now for that stallion." Her eyes were hard on the mans and she stood tall and firm. She wasnt going to let this happen. She reached into her back pocket hinting to the man that she had more money then he could possibly imagine. She wasn't rich but she had been saving up for something important but if she wasnt going to get it then she wasnt going to get it. She would steal though. It wasnt below her.

Doyle

The dark man glanced quickly back at the woman before turning about to keep his eye on the rearing horse. Think he's probably a bit much for you, miss. Tests my strength as he is, much less a lass like ye. No, I think you oughtn't to do that. It wasn't people he disliked, just horses, and he judged her carefully, weighing her. In truth, he wanted to know more before surrendering that fellow to her.

Inferno

Inferno had enough when the female came into view he slacked a little on his pulling an almost questioning glance sent her way. But again he was full if tricks. The man was stronger than Inferno imagened still the brute struggled though no sweat came to his hueless pelt. He took to the skies again one last attempt you might say to get free. He this time staggered forward a few steps his intent to slam down closer to the man. If he did as he came down dentals snaked out to grab the man anywhere.

Doyle

The stallion's last rear caught him a bit by surprise, his brief moment of attention on the woman costing him. He winced as a hoof connected with his left arm glancingly, and freed one hand to take hold of his scythe that was never far from his hand. Turning it up sideways in a long-familiar move, he rammed the steel pole upward to meet the stallion's teeth, taking a step back as he did so to avoid further damage from the flailing hooves.

Aralyn

Her steel eyes watched the man and she said softly "But I unlike some do not want him for his great power." Silently she stepped forth not looking the great stallion in the eyes. She instead watched the ground mirroring the stallions moves. She was quick and light on her feet and the stallions own sure movements made her move silently in an action to keep away from the dangerous hooves of the great horse. Softly she began to sing to the albino leting her voice soothe him as best she could.

Conan

Conan came charging in, his normally closed and silent face all aflare. Now, he was angry. The freckles stood out on his face as he came to a halt several meters away from the horse, up next to Aralyn as he eyed the dark man ferociously. His voice though... was deceptively calm and low, his hands held away from his sides. You will not hurt any more horses if I can help it, black one. I have seen what you have done to Nerysu, to Yvord, to others. No more, I will have. No more. He wasn't sure if Aralyn would remember him, but he lay a hand on her shoulder anyway, a comfort, a support. Between the two of them, he hoped they could calm the horse.

Aralyn

She eyed Conan for a moment and whispered softly to him "How is Ammit?" The horse indeed was alive and Aralyn knew where the mare was but she was unsure if Conan did. She continued to move around the stallion and once more began to sing soothingly to him.

It seems like every day's the same
and I'm left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
and there's no color to behold
They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here

Conan

The boy bowed his head, becoming pale and troubled as his voice almost failed him. I... I don't know. We were... separated... He sniffed hard but otherwise kept feirce eyes on the dark man, still accusing, though his voice was just as steady and calm. Yvord you killed, Nerysu you ruined. Who knows what else that I don't know of. I wouldn't put it past you to be responsible for whatever has happened to my Ammit. And if you are... and a look of fury flashed across his face for a moment, twisting it in to a macabre mask of pain. If you are... I swear you will pay blood for blood.

Aralyn

She wouldnt tell the young boy how Ammit was safe. The female was very safe in fact. She was wandering around and around aimlessly as if finally making peace with herself and the earth around her. Humans she was wary of but Aralyn thought that if the pretty arab saw Conan she would no longer fear. Aralyn kept up her soft singing moving around the stallion as silently as she could watching his movements and his beauty. Oh how she wanted him.

my faith is a front, I'm spilling blood,
glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace, I'm spilling blood
glancing down to hide my face I walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace

Inferno

as the steel connected with his teeth the brute shuddered back his massive skull shaking from the stunning blow. As he was about to lunge back in his muscules contracted halting his form as the sweet, sooth melody reached him. Thorns perked forward and the man whom hit him was lost as he was now at the girl he shied away from her quickly but didn't come back to attack. He kept the rope taught so the man couldn't get the upper hand as his thorns were on the female while his blue orb was on the man with an furious gleam.

Aralyn

She smiled warmly and continued her soft singing and for a moment she shifted her gaze. Her singing stopped for a moment and she reached into her back pocket taking out a checkbook. She wrote out the amount and gave the check to Doyle. "We are done here." She began her singing once more her eyes flickering between the stallion and the man. She slid her hand up the rope taking a firm hold on it but she didnt yank it out of the man's hands as she wished to. No, instead she tugged it lightly and said "You have your money, I have my horse. You sir, may have a nice day somewhere else. Go destroy someone else's life. This horse has more potential then being a fighter and yet you cant seem to see past that. If you want a real fighter, go to the mountains. There lies a horse like no other." She was not lying. There was a horse that lived among the mountains. The humans called him Midnight Suicide. Aralyn had found the horse sometime ago and watched the stallion for awhile. He wasnt one for the wild, but he was not happy with humans either. It would be better for the stallion to live with humans than be eaten by the wolves.

Doyle

His eyes darkened as he watched the two, but when Aralyn placed the check in his hand, he released the rope at her tugging. Very well, then. Your funeral, not mine. And the darkness slunk off to go cash that check.

Conan

His voice was still calm, though it trembled some. Some day one of those you have hurt will catch you up, Doyle, in a back alley somewhere where no one can help you and that scythe will have no room, and then death will come for you, Darkness. And I will laugh. And with that he turned gentler eyes to the stallion, speaking soft, coaxing, dropping into that almost Yorshireian accent that was his natural tone. Now then, my buck. Me'n Aralyn'll see that this bit of filth does ya no more harm. She does well by horses, she does. Come along with us, will ya? Fine lad like ye oughtn't to be round these parts, liable to get hurt somehow y'are. He continued to murmur, soft and low, encouraging and coaxing, hoping to get the stallion a little calmer.

Aralyn

She smiled at Conan and slowly she inched towards Inferno. "Here I stand before myself see something’s out of place you tasted all my purity Now there's nothing left to waste The feeling gets so in my way It's getting lost in my delivery The feeling gets so in my way I'm getting lost in your periphery" She sang softly as she drew closer and closer to the stallion She moved slowly and reached into her back pocket once more pulling out a small sugar cube and she held it out to him waiting for him to move the rest of the way to her instead of her going all the way to him. She held the rope tightly in her palm as she waited patiently for him gently singing always keeping an eye on both Inferno and Conan.

Inferno

the albino brute was tense and shifted his weight back to move as the female came closer but didn't clear blue gaze fell upon the sugar cube. What was it? he only knew how to fight and the few scars on him told of that. Those scars were easily hid by a saddle though Inferno had never had one on his back. Crown lifted nares expanding before he shifted his weight forward again how could one singing so sweet hurt him he dropped his skull and lips took the treat instantly liking it. A smalls snort escaped him still the brute was on edge he didn't know how to act now. A moment ago he was himself now he wasn't sure he was so confused.

Aralyn

She chuckled softly and began speaking to the horse in soothing tones "There now baby, isn't that good?" Her smile was soft and sweet and she slowly raised a hand to rub the horses neck gently. Her finger tips were soft but firm against the horses neck as she stroked him a smile on her sweet face. "Hey now big guy. What's say we get in the trailer and take you to my house, huh? Would you like that? You can play with Psyche and we can train you with Ammit as soom as we find her." Aralyn was not sure of the exact location of Conan's horse but she had a general idea if they went to where they had found her she would be there waiting for Conan. "Come now big guy. Lets go for a little ride ok?" She held out another sugar cube to him for a small treat for being so gentle now and then she gently tugged on his lead rope to bring him to the trailer and load him inside so they could leave.

Inferno

the moutain of a horse obeyed so far until he saw the trailor. The images of the usual whips and ropes hit him and he planted his large hooves his sckull an inch from the opening he looked realy to explode again.

Aralyn

"Shhh, come now baby. please." She whispered softly to him. Her voice held no fear and her hand did not shake as she held out another sugar cube to the stallion.

Do you think I'm faking
when I'm lying next to you?
Do you think that I am blind
nothing left for me to lose?
Must be something on your mind
something lost and left behind
Do you know I'm faking now?

Do you know I'm faking
when I'm lying next to you?
Do you know that I am blind to everything you ever do?
Must be something on your mind
something lost for me to find
Do you know I'm faking?

She softly sang to him her words a soft coo as she held the sugar cube awaiting his response. No whips were in sight and the only rope was that attached to his halter.

Inferno

He didn't take his orbs off the trailer till that sweet sound eached him again he liked it. The brute let out a deep breath and though he didn't want to for the fear of where he would end up again entered the trailer his large chassis almost taking up the entier side. Of course he had taken a moment to snatch the sugar cude up. Now he shut his eyes and hoped for the best.

Conan

Conan had remained still, letting Aralyn work her magic with the stallion, though he was never far from her, moving slowly and surely, ready to support. His eyes looked to her as she mentioned finding Ammit, but he didnt say anything, just waited for her to get the large horse in the trailer.

Aralyn

She smiled at the stallion and tied the rope to the side of the trailer so that he could not destroy the inside then she walked out and closed the trailer door. "Wanna ride?" She asked Conan. She was heading to the Woodland farm where she kept Psyche. Maybe there they could help work the stallion.

Conan

He turned his pale face to her and nodded solemnly, though he didn't speak. He simply opened the door and got in, waiting for her.