Hawk - Male - Beyond Equestria » Canterlot Avenue

Hawk

13 hours ago

I am in need of a Griffith to Hawk's Guts, a Joker to his Batman. A villain truly evil and vile and is so because they enjoy evil and they know full well what they do(even though they lie and say they... View More

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Bright Brave

You're asking for the devil.

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Hawk

Also must be mortal, so that counts ol lucy out

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Hawk

14 hours ago RP

#rp Hawk spends another usual sleepless night being chased by hellhounds and other dark things that go unseen through the days. He will spend his night once more fending off the spirits of the underwo... View More

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Tality

Tality catches the unmistakable scent of something from her nightmares, and follows it out of curiosity. She comes upon Hawk and looks the red pony up and down. "Huh. You look like s***. I thought Luna was supposed to protect ponies from stuff like ..." she gestures at him vaguely, "...this."

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Hawk

He was weary, barely able to maintain composure as he was incessantly put on a back-hoof, always on a defensive in a desperate attempt to just survive another night. None ever knew, but this was his life for a long time. And for all his troubles, none, not even one the likes of Princess Luna, could ... View More

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Tality

Tality raises an eyebrow. There was real urgency in that voice, a very real warning, and had she felt she was in any danger, she would have fled immediately. But she didn't flee. Tality didn't like other ponies knowing what she really was, for many very good reasons. Many of those reasons she had t... View MoreTality raises an eyebrow. There was real urgency in that voice, a very real warning, and had she felt she was in any danger, she would have fled immediately. But she didn't flee. Tality didn't like other ponies knowing what she really was, for many very good reasons. Many of those reasons she had to bury herself, and often, before they even reached adulthood. When ponies realize they can't come after you, they start coming after your family. She first checked the dream realm, an act for her as simple as opening her eyes on the other side. She smelled something that reminded her of the deeper parts of the dream realm, under the lucidsphere, from the bottom of the well? Beyond the blue sea? One of the things left behind by a passing leviathan? Was it Dreamweaver? Or it could have been coming from the pony themselves. Unfortunately, while Tality had been a dreamwalker for quite some time, she was new to her expanded senses, and didn't quite know what it was. But she summoned the orbs as Dreamweaver had taught her, and iterated through their functions in an attempt to discover what was assailing this pony. It wasn't really a scent anyway, but it wasn't something you could see or touch, and for some reason, sniffing the air seemed to make it easier to sense. The dream realm was just kind of like that. Metaphors had power. Sometimes. As she was a dreamwalker that couldn't sleep, her waking body remained functional, and continued to take slow steps away from the pony, keeping her distance. Given the circumstances, she elected to slightly accelerate her metabolism so she could take advantage of her parallel cognitive track. It wasn't intended for simultaneous dreamwalking, but it worked like a charm. She worked through the steps to prepare her body for an adrenaline dump, putting her full capability on a hair trigger. Unfortunately, almost all of Tality's power was focused inward. Maimed alicorn or not, she was an earth pony to her core. Always had been, always would be. And aside from the power that was her birthright, her stunted horn had to be sealed away or it would simply accumulate power until it killed her. The mare of the apocalypse continued to take cautious steps backward as she searched for a clue to the stallion's malady. Perhaps it was some kind of hellspawn, some hybrid being. Or perhaps it was simply dreamrot, the consequence of not sleeping and accumulating nightmares for an extended period of time. Both of these things would be new to Tality, but even if she couldn't help Hawk, she wanted to at least gather data she could reference later. Every scrap of knowledge had been hard-fought for, and she was desperate to never be trapped in her little apocalyptic corner of the multiverse again. She had to master dreamwalking, in this lifetime, and any source of knowledge was worth the risk.

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Hawk

It was as if he was a boxer in the ring, his face bruised and lip busted to bleed down his chin and neck onto the ground as he took the hits as if they were nothing but play slaps, though these were great slashes and clawings from nigh totally invisible things. He fought back as he stood his ground,... View MoreIt was as if he was a boxer in the ring, his face bruised and lip busted to bleed down his chin and neck onto the ground as he took the hits as if they were nothing but play slaps, though these were great slashes and clawings from nigh totally invisible things. He fought back as he stood his ground, grabbing something seemingly not there and moving as if he just ripped a huge piece of paper in half with all his raw brute strength. "Wrrrrrraaaaaauuughhhh!" he roared out ferociously. Now appearing to apparently toss said ripped pieces aside like a used paper plate. Blood seeped from underneath the eyepatch over his right eye as he fought, a glimpse of it caught as he looked to his right to see something coming, bracing himself before he mysteriously was catapulted suddenly from where he stood and into a tree to the left of the mare's perspective. He crashed into it with a loud cracking thud, with him only bouncing off it and colliding to the ground, half already on the verge of unconsciousness already, something within him kept him going. From within him, the mare may also sense something similar within him as well, as if it was like that of a flame that attracted moths. He swung and missed, threw strikes and kicks that stopped mid-air like there was something there, slashes and stabs with his weapon also released foul stenches and sensations of something sinister in the air. "..R-r.." he spoke up between labored heaves, "Run!" he exclaimed as much as he could wheeze out, "Or die here with me!" He did not want her to stay, yet he did. He knew nothing of this stranger, only that he saw a pony in a place where ponies should not be. For ponies were far too soft and meek, too innocent and unaffiliated with his curse. He struggled with unknown things, and for all anypony could know, this crimson pony could be a bit coocoo for all they care in his opinion, yet this mare came out of the woodwork amidst this incident. He knew ponies were..slow and dense most of the times in certain things, but some were seemingly completely ignorant on such dangers, until it would come to pass that they prove themselves far more capable than even he was in his prime. His own dreams were but a mere reflection of the truth within this unknown pegasus flailing about in the forest like some madstallion. But his movements were very deliberate, even if executed solely on instinct and reactions alone, he exhibited signs of a well-trained and unimaginably seasoned warrior. Within the mind of this pony, were knowings of things far beyond most pony understandings. When the incorporeal merges into the corporeal, the Divide of the realms weakens, and bridges across worlds form. One becomes the other, the other becomes one, both become indistinguishable to the point where one may forget both entirely, and consider the coalescence as something entirely new and unfounded. This stallion has lived in this state for untold years, becoming his life.

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Corporal Spinneret

Sprout held out her leg to trip him.

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Hawk

It did not work, his pure focus and determination during his fight only let him kick a hind leg straight through hers like a straw going straight through a 2x4 in tornado winds. This stallion was quite unlike any typical stallions in the lands.

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Corporal Spinneret

She looked down at her leg in shock and in pain.

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Hawk

He didn't mean it, really! He was just fighting for his very life against otherworldly underworld wraiths, phantasms and dopplegangers. Alas he kept on fighting, being pressed back as he did what he could to not get backed into a corner, even managing to "slay" a couple with what looks like a silver... View More

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Bright Brave Hawk

Yesterday, 8:50 am

Good morning Hawk man

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Hawk

Hawk crows like a rooster.

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Bright Brave

Bright had a flashback, of all the roosters that are in his neighborhood.

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 15, 2024 10:20 pm

Boop me down, and I'll become more powerful than you could possibly believe.

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Hawk

That's not how you talk to your Boop King

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Bright Brave

😏 King? Smeh. King of being booped by me.

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 12, 2024 12:59 pm

I'm Hawk's biggest fan.

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Hawk

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Bright Brave

😭 So true.

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Hawk

"By Luna by Luna by Luna, it's the So-Ech!"

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 3, 2024 8:25 pm

I always think of Band of the Hawk.

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Hawk

March 27, 2024 5:16 am

"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand wha... View More"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand what was spoken. His eye burned, itched, the socket on fire with an agonizing dull sting of the images that flashed into its periphery. Hawk was exhausted, sweat-soaked and the fog of his breath in the cold of early-dawn. The blade of his weapon rung in the dead night air, the hymn of the blade, a chorus for every foe felled. Its dim glow flashed under starlight, flickering with each strike and stab as the stallion cut through what ought not be there, were it not for the blotted trail that he left behind at his every wake. His muscles twitched and ached and his lungs were on fire. Minor cuts dotted his body, scratches from running through bramble and combating these hellish monstrosities had since taken their toll on the pony, but his resolve was stronger still. They were like reversed echoes, beginning as whispers and ending as overbearing roars demanding his soul and his flesh, commanding him to relent and give in. The warrior cried out in a war cry, loud and long. Staring them down while he stood in a very weary stance on almost wobbly legs, he pounded his chest once with his right hoof, then the left. "BEGONE FROM ME, YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME AS YOU HAD THAT DAY!" He shouted at seemingly nothing while ominous cackling flowed in the atmosphere. He was exhausted, the only thing keeping him standing was the thought of seeing that sun peek over the horizon once more. Only an hour or two to go, and every time he questioned if he would see it this time. And by the time dawn would come, all that would remain would be the heaped form of a crimson pony, barely able to even close his eyes from the severe stress his body had undergone. Peace...as much as what could be called peace, would rescue him once the light of day awoke unto the world below. There he rested, out of breath and shaking from fatigue. Were it not for the pain, he would have collapsed on the spot to rest. He sat against a rock, looking up to the sky as he watched the stars begin to yield their luster to the waking day. Slowly and eventually, the cold dawn cooled him, and he fell asleep to the safety of the light, the only thing that consoled him in such times anymore.

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Hawk

March 26, 2024 9:47 pm RP

#rp As twilight enveloped the land, casting its eerie shadows, Hawk found himself once again navigating the treacherous landscape that had become his reality. The absence of the sun left him vulnerab... View More#rp As twilight enveloped the land, casting its eerie shadows, Hawk found himself once again navigating the treacherous landscape that had become his reality. The absence of the sun left him vulnerable, exposed to the lurking dangers that thrived in the darkness. The scent of the red pegasus hung in the air, both alluring and foreboding, a reminder of the peril that trailed him relentlessly. With a wary eye and a heavy heart, Hawk pressed on, his movements measured and deliberate. In towns and cities, he moved with the fluid grace of a practiced parkour artist, weaving through alleys and backstreets, always mindful of the threats that loomed around every corner. Rarely did he take to the skies, for even the open expanse above held dangers in the form of malicious spirits that sought to torment him. The waters were no safer, with lakes and ponds serving as ominous gateways to unknown depths, threatening to ensnare him in their watery grasp. And the forests, with their dense foliage and haunting whispers, harbored creatures of the unknown, lost souls trapped in the liminal spaces between realms. Alone and burdened by the weight of his past, Hawk knew that survival was his only imperative. He skirted the edges of civilization, avoiding contact with others whenever possible, knowing that his affliction was not his alone to bear. It was a solitary existence, the price he paid for his youthful indiscretions, now etched into the fabric of his being. In the quiet moments between battles and flights, Hawk allowed himself to entertain fleeting thoughts of redemption and hope, wondering if there might be an end to his torment somewhere on the distant horizon. But ultimately, such musings were a luxury he could ill afford. For now, all that mattered was the relentless pursuit of survival, fueled by a defiant spirit and a grim determination to defy the darkness that threatened to consume him. So he pressed on, one step at a time, driven by the stubborn resolve to live in spite of the horrors that surrounded him. For in the end, it was the only thing he knew how to do.

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Hawk

March 14, 2024 10:14 pm

Things to know about Hawk: He loves sandwiches and coffee, not particularly together though. He cannot resist chocolate. He hates white chocolate and black licorice.... View More

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Sling Tyler

So, always bring you chocolate, coffee and sandwiches. Never bring up tax codes with you. No music. And Black licorice and White Chocolate is forbidden. Gotcha.

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Hawk

Mention anything "deductible" "audit" "W-2" or anything like that and it'll be like grandpa going through nam all over again when the firecrackers pop off in the oven

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Hawk

March 14, 2024 9:53 pm

Polo we're gonna have to find a way to bring our characters into an RP sometime. I don't know how, but it's gotta happen.

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Polo Fastter

True.

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Hawk

Where do we start

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Polo Fastter

not sure

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