private The return of harmony

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 938]

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It was a lovley day in the underworld. the trees were on fire, some of the floor was on fire, and Cerberus was playing catch with a red ball which was already torn. There was nothing different about this day, err, night, err... Well it did'nt matter. Fire Slayer had forgot the time ages ago. Still, there was nothing different going on, but it felt different. It felt as if that tiny bit of memory he had searched to regain, was going to return to him. Obviosly that was impossible. He was the only Alicorn in the Underworld, or so he had been told. And yet, this feeling of change convinced him to search, for a little hope he would get out and rememby why, and who, lockind him up. And so, he took one final breath of the smoke and fire that surrounded him, and began his travell north.

[Nicolae Carpathia 140]

Niylon moved around the underworld  in shadow form looking for away out, till he had found one. He let out a wicked laugh and went for the exit, he was over joyed to be finally free of this place. His smoky form made it's way to the exit till it was blocked like all of the others, he let out a scream which made  the underworld quake.

Edited January 4, 2013 by Mr_Bob

[Colt 555]

The hours of darkness were over as the “daytime” on the underworld began with a new day. Among the of outskirts of the Crystal Forest the conclusion of a terrible confrontation witnessed its end as a gargantuan Wurm saw the end of his greed fueled endeavor fighting against a shadow among the translucent trees.

 

The Wurm was exhausted his serpent like body trapped between the walls of a deep fissure, it’s thick skin that once made it proud scratch, open and pierced with multiple stakes made of un melting ice. All its attempts failed, his desires laid shattered as its bones inside him and his will to fight broken as his opponent stepped up over his skull standing between its green eyes rising words of victory.

 

“Stay down there blunt arrogant bastard” the demon like shadow said to its defeated foe as stomping over his forehead with ill will.  “Ever since I took down that winged unicorn miserable brutes like you keep trying to gobble me…why the hell is that?”  Another stomp resounded on the scenery with its source being the fallen beast forehead knowing that there will be not answer “To hell with all of you” the winner screamed, “keep your humongous life and tell them that I got nothing from him” he turned around leaving his prey defeated behind and whispering “Just stupid dreams and headaches”

 

The light of the new day started to shine and was spread among the last trees of the forest infront of him, the dazzling light revealed the shape of a black blueshaded dragon no bigger than a average alicorn with golden scales running through his back and golden eyes that for his fury looked like shining with magical fire from within.

 

He was pissed off night was over and he wanted to have a good night of sleep, He took off to a certain spot at the middle of the unnatural forest with a obsidian colored spring witch water was fresh and surrounded by the diamond like trees.  The dragon landed and took sit below one of them resting his back on a log and letting his rage fade on the peace of the moment.

 

But deep inside the feeling of something aproaching keept him away from his desired peace. "Something is coming "

Edited January 5, 2013 by Colt

[SunsetDancer 36]

The figure  stumbled, exhausted. Around him the trees roared, cloaked in flames, always burning, never consumed. He had once thought the heat intolerable, but now - after such a long time in the pits of hell, he found the heat far more welcome than the fridged areas, where the cold froze the very blood in your viens. Here you could survive, if you knew how. and after so long...the dirty grey figure knew how.

Above the crackling noise and the roar of the fire, a growl was heard, and a chupacabra leapt out at him freom the surrounding flames. Ears back, they circled each other, the grey and black equine limping and snorting in 'fear', the demonic monkey-kangroo took another leap with  fearsome screech - intent on the equines blood, he came too close and was speared on the equines prepared horn. The dark unicorn shook the blood off his horn as the creature writhed in its agonizing death throws. When it was quiet, the unicorn moved it into the fire, cooking the flesh for a meal. Oh yes, the nameless grey unicorn knew well how to survive.