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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 4, 2006 10:27:19 GMT -5
*~someone, catch me
daggers churned the earth as the rain began to pour down from the blackening sky. a bolt of light fell from the clouds, a rumble hitting 'er harks as it struck. the trees s'rounding the field wavered in the harsh winds, pine needles and leaves flying as they rustled. the waters came in large drops, plumetting onto 'er blue pelt. tassels hung tangled and dirty, clinging to 'er pelt as they grew wet. the rain fell, the rain fell, washing away the mud and the blood splattered 'pon 'er pillars. small vix allowed 'er tiara to fall close to the muddy earth a moment, dentals skimming cross the short green grass. t'was green, it was, but short, for the mud 'round it practically drowned it. crazed smile crossed 'er maw.
tiara was raised, and clouded pools observed 'er surroundings. harks flickered back and forth, scanning the area. the field was large, and the grass was just like that who had passed through 'er kissers. large puddles of water, patches of mud where nothing grew, spread o'er the land. the trees, their green and mighty arms towering threateningly o'er 'er, bore fresh, falling needles, but still were able to have a treachery aabout them that made one want to keep a distance. a flooded creek ran through the field, loking as if it had been corrupted by the storms, just as her mind. storm clouds lingered above, looking as if they'd never float away. the water fell with more and more strength, creating ripples in the creek. a live fish flopped, terrified, on the edge of the stream, oh so temptingly.
as a snort escaped 'er nares, she let 'er pillars carry 'er petite for o'er the earth, through the mud. she moved quickly, so that tassels were flung out behind 'er bod, though they were as wet as 'er pelt. orbs were glazed with crazed anger mixed with devilish hapiness as she moved unto a du-beat, quickly approaching 'er target. seeing 'er, the fish flopped more frantically, scales glimmering with water. she smirked as she stood o'er it, frelock hanging limply. a dagger flew t'wards it, and splattered blood 'cross the ground. 'er smirk grew to a wild, insane grin as 'er tiara bent forward, rough pink tongue reaching out to taste it's blood.
the horrible flavour of death filled 'er maw, the scent of death, the sight of it, as she gazed 'pon the dead creature. she had killed it. just as she had killed him. just as he had killed her son. rough tongue slipped out of 'er mouth like a snake, licking the rims of 'er bloodstained kissers, and smiling. a buck escaped 'er, and rough whinney was emitted as she galloped round, wildly running 'cross the field. she came to an abrupt halt, smirk pon her maw. there she stood, letting the rain wash the mud from 'er bod, pools peering through the storm.
when i fall~*
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Post by caballo on Jul 4, 2006 12:04:04 GMT -5
.You Have No Need To Fall.
Lucid spheres held a glare of abhorrence that no equus should ever hold. Brawny appends churned below his crimson stained pelt. Or so it seemed. One quick glance closer, and you would realize that he held no pride from his hide. Sangre had indeed not battled a deadly battle, it was just simply the way he was born. He had been birthed with both hues, one from the stupid pure lord and one from the sly and cunning satin. How he dreaded his linage, how horrid it seemed to be. At birth, Sangre was known as the unknown, having traits from his hopefully stupid mother and his caring father. They both cursed him, they both caused his sanity to reck and tear.
When he was younger, he was actually proud of his linage, but as he grew older, he found no pride, just abhorrence. No other equine would even speak to him, seeing as you had to be one or the other. Finally he had chosen, despite his sire's plees, he had chosen the darkness, one mistake he would never regrett, but others would.
Strides brought him into the clearing as the harsh drops splattered his pelt, showing the truth. Oh, how embarrassing this was, revealing yourself to others when really they would just laugh and call you simply a pure just pretending to be evil. This was no joke, this was the real live version that most wouldn't ever be cursed enough to be presented with. Arabic crown lowered as his strides ended with the tension of his brawny. Thick plumage nipped half-heartedly at his multi-colored hocks, while his tresses plastered to arched boa. This was him, and it was the whole package, so why complain? Many would just because of his pelt colour, but they would have to get over it soon enough. If they didn't, somne force would be used, come on, it wouldn't be too agonizing. A twisted smirk drew cross his parted librums, as his deadly lyrics emitted into the smogy atmosphere.
'Lo, m'dear, a little lonely aren't we? I am known as Sangre, I demand to known your own cursage.
.For I Will Catch You.
If You Listen Close Enough.
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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 4, 2006 13:54:08 GMT -5
*~are you one
pools narrowed at the sound of hoofbeats, at the scent of a stag. harks flicked slightly backwards in warning, for there was no flesh that she would hesitate to tear. smirk disapearred from 'er maw as 'e approached. pillars carried 'er back a single step, for, no matter the hue of 'is pelt, 'e was a dark. if 'e dared show 'is face here, then 'e could not be trusted. blue pelt dripped with water endlessly, for it seemed endlessly that it fell from the sky. as it rained on, 'er tassels grew wetter, hugging 'erpelt as if there were no tomorrow.
dial was held high, foot was thingyed. despite the pour, banner flicked irratably, as if tiny flies rather than raindrops plumetted from the sky. no, 'e could not be trusted. no stag could be trusted. t'was not the first time she 'ad been 'ere. and, she would not line herself up for another tradgedy.
pushed by the falling rain, bits of mud splattered 'er pillars, and she cussed a few words under 'er breath. a few small hailstoned began to fall, forming a cut across 'er dial. the weather was not pleasant. but, no matter the importance of safety and shelter, she would not give herself up- again. she was aware that brutes could overpower her, but not without a fight. a threatening snort escaped 'er nares as the words escaped 'er maw.
Alomora.
who can be trusted~*
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Post by ۞ Stormy۞ on Jul 4, 2006 18:46:20 GMT -5
ooc: sorry i was just bored so i posted here , hehe
Black Daggers move into the muddy ground, he was board of doing nothing. So he had to take a run, his muscles rippled under his skin. He was running hard, his heart was beating fast. His black eyes move over the area around him. The rain was nothing to him, a smirk moved over his kisser as the scent Sangre filled his nose. He and Sangre where both on the Council, both where hand picked by Ishtar. He flicked his white tassel. He moved slowly in to view and then made a low grunting noise to let Sangre know he was their, his white coat rippled as he moved his dagger into the muddy.
He smirked as he walked over to sangre and then glance at the mare. Reaper would never take a mate, or breed with some on mate. He shook his head some as he looked back at Sangre as his clod black shine some. “ Sangre” he said as he nodded his head to the other stag. He smirked as he shakes his head once more, funny thing if you think about he was all white, Ishtar was black and Sangre was Rogue and Blanc. A smirk moved over his kisser, Reaper was not here to claim this mare; he was just bored and wanted some to do, so why not make this mare worry some. Reaper was just plan mean to a point no mare in her right mind would think she could fight two dark stags. He moved away from the two some and moved under a tree as he started to rip the grass out the ground.
His black eyes land on a rabbit as he smirked as he moved up on his back legs as his front dagger came right down on the rabbit, the scent of blood. Was something he loved? He lower his head down as her picked up the rabbit and shook it as the blood move into the air he smirked more, he wanted blood but he wanted light blood. The blood of a light horse just made reaper shake with joy. Reaper glance back over at Sangre and this mare, he didn’t care for her name a mare was a mare. Nothing more nothing less, they where on good for one thing, an evil grin moved over his blood covered kisser.
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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 4, 2006 22:50:16 GMT -5
*~for i know
a second snort escaped 'er nares as the rain slowed- a second step back was taken as the second stag approached. harks now pinned, she suspiciously eyed the two, moving 'er rump somewhere that neither of them could get to it without a fight. neither would be judged- but neither would be trusted. pools glistened warily as 'er gaze fell upon the second. she would not fall into either or their deadly traps. never again, she would. blue coat glistened as the rain came to a bitter halt- tassels began to dry. dial was shaken once, beofre the remains of 'er bod, waters sprayed in all directions. 'er coat stuck out, giving 'er a bit of a silly look as she stood. harks were still pinned, and a dagger thingyed off the ground in case it was needed.
the scent of blood filled 'er nares, pulling 'er harks a little out of their pin and a smirk to 'er maw. she bore 'er dentals, raising 'er tiara to catch the blood spraying from the dead rabbit 'pon 'er face. rough pink tongue was emitted, sliding up 'er facade, and stealing the drops of blood from it. orbs glowed with rage and evil happiness as she tasted the blood; bod relaxed slightly at the smell of death. sweet death .
banner flicked irrably, slightly threateningly from side to side. many would assume that she had not the nerve; but, she would rather 'er freeddom than 'er life. tiara held high, dagger was raised, then let drop to the earth. she would not hesitate, crazy it seemed, to charge either of them; there was not a thing onearth that she'd hesitate to kill.
ooc: Sry for short post.
that this one's not~*
ooc: I don''t mind.. makes more drama. hehe.
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Post by caballo on Jul 7, 2006 14:08:22 GMT -5
.Where Is The Love.
Oh, this was hilarious, for him. The femme was actually hesitant to meet him. That was rich, usually any alliance fae would die just to spoken to by a council member, usually they wanted to be claimed, rather than swept into the world of isolation. A sly smirk plastered on his chapped librums, while his lucid spheres danced with silent laughter. This would be fun. Okay, well, not really, he didn't really want to be punished by Ishtar by driving off a femme just for the fun of it. Even, dare he think it, he could drive her to join the other alliance. Now not to say he was scared of the normal insane Ishtar, no he wasn't, it was the other side that you would obviously not want to be found on, not for one second.
Composing himself, he tried to act like he really was interested in bringing this fae back with him. Lamps gazed over her deep aqua pelt that mixed with several ivory hairs. That wasn't from aging, it was just the nature of roans to have natural ivory built into their hide. The rain finally ceased, but the gloomy clouds that always seemed to follow the score equus still hung dangerously, almost threating to start another storm. Now that he had a better look at the fae, she didn't seem that bad, a little beaten up, but who wasn't. To surprise he was actually thinking that she would make a good mate.
What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly have a soft spot for this huntress, as a matter of fact, he couldn't have a soft spot for any. Reaper still seemed composed, and actually didn't seem interested at all. What was wrong with him? Shouldn't he choose a high status minx, one that actually truly understood royalty, not saying that this roan score didn't. Nervousness swept over him, as his optics darted to Reaper, trying to find the same within his optics. Nothing. Just insanity, but who wasn't insane? He no longer felt comfortable here, maybe this whole claiming thing, was just a mistake, or a risk, one that he shouldn't take. Librums parted, as his slightly softened lyrics emitted.
Surprisingly, I'm not here to harm you Alomora. I only wish to offer you a home at Alliance Hill.
.Oh, Wait, There Is None.
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Post by ۞ Stormy۞ on Jul 7, 2006 21:32:01 GMT -5
Reaper’s white ears moved up as he looked over at Sangre, he throw the rabbit on to the tree. As he walked over to the other stag, his cold black eyes moved over the mare and then back to Sangre. “She seem able to hold her own, which is a good thing around Alliance hill, don’t need weak mare” he said as he smirked some as he looked at the other council member, he smirked some and looked at Sangre was he going to make the mare his mate. Love was for the weak to Reaper, he smirked as he looked back to the mare “that if she thinks she got guts to come” he said as he turn back as he looked at Sangre as he smirked as he started on the walk back to the hill. He waited there to see if his mind was right about Sangre, but not all stags where liked him. He flicked his tail as he started to run In tell he was not of sight.
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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 8, 2006 12:13:59 GMT -5
*~there's not
orbs remained narrowed, but she allowed 'er auds to relax, a very little. so long as neither of these brutes tried anything, she would be fine. but, she knew from experience- appearance is everything. let it fall, and your defense is gone. back dagger remained thingyed as a precaution, and dentals at the ready. noone dared come much clser, she thought, and hoped, for she was not afraid to use any of the weapons she possesed. not again. blue pelt glistened with dampness as the rain slowed, tassels grasually relaxing from their places hugging 'er skin. banner continued to irrataly flick. as she dropped 'er tira for a quick bite of green, she kept 'er hateful pools glued warily upon the two. one was simple. but two would, she admitted to herself, be difficult to deal with. still, she had a taste for flesh.
as the first spoke, she admitted to 'erself, 'e wasn't too bad. as she raised 'er tiara, she let 'er pools take in 'is bod, then looked back to meet 'is eye. yes, 'e was a little handsome. still, at 'is words, she flicked 'er harks back, for she had been lied to too much to trust a mere stranger. particularly a stag. the other, she wasn't sure what to think of. he was quite evil, and made 'er wary. yes, she did enjoy the prescence of one who had a taste for blood, but something about the way he gazed 'pon 'er made 'er feel as though he was just like the last stallion she had met. and murdered. yes, no matter how big and strong, any brujo would be smart to pay her some respect. a smirk crossed 'er maw at the sight of the dead stag, followed by a frown at the pain of labour, only to have the fruit slaughtered. the second spoke rudely, ad 'is words angered 'er, yet amused 'er, as well. small smirk crossed 'er maw, silent laugh filled 'er mind.
you wouldn't know gutsy if it looked you in the face.
but could there be?~*
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Post by caballo on Jul 8, 2006 17:55:07 GMT -5
.Okay, I lied.
Snap out of it! Came his angered thoughts as the silence hung over the three equine. Yet, that was easier said than done. He should really start trusting other equines, such as Reaper when he lost his mind. Really, he was interested in a fae that hardly thought much of him. Maybe that's when attraction starts, but its not where it ends. Honestly, what was he thinking? This femme hardly knew the first thing about royalty, and honestly didn't seem to like his company, or was that just because Reaper was near. His soft spot was hit, and it was growing deeper by the second. He shouldn't really be interested in her. What was there to like? Well, there was the point that she did have a true score instinct, she was so indepentent and...
The list would have continued, if he hadn't snapped back into reality. Really, what was he doing? He should go for a more, high status minx. Yet, he couldn't help it, every moment he spent just this far apart made him yearn to stride forth, even get a small touch of her pelt. Although, it was quite obvious of her distrust and even her discomfort. Maybe she was better off for another brute, for when you secretly hold affection for an equus, you've got to let them go, right? Unfortunetly, Sangre is right. Hind daggers pulled him a few steps back, hoping to ease her discomfort and distrust. This was the true challenge, but it seemed as though she had hardly passed any. Yet, who really cared? All he had to ask was one simple question, but she wouldn't give the perfect answer, already he could tell.
.There Is Love, In At Least One Equus.
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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 8, 2006 18:25:41 GMT -5
*~if you search deeper
something in the heart that she thought would never open burst free, filling 'er mind with realization. as 'er pools moved from meeting those of Reaper to the deep, beautiful ones of sangre. what had come over 'er? there was hatred within him, he could see, and she was sure that this hatred could not accept anyone... or could it? if a vix like 'er could love again, then why not a stag like him? surely, 'e had possesed far less troubles with love as she had. there was just something about 'im... no, t'was merely 'er imagination. or something simillar. after all, even when she had been a pathetic wench, wanting only love, she had not believed in love at first sight. yet,there was something odd about him. suddenly, an urge filled 'er mind, to leap forward and attack.. to kill him, to destroy the feeling that she had. she could not risk love. not again. yet, another feeling made her want to leap forward. not to kill him, but merely to feel his flesh against 'ers, to be close to 'im. she felt 'er orbs widen, 'er maw relax. but everything else tensed, paralyzed. she could not tear 'er gaze away, and didn't know why...
you just may find the truth~*
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Post by ۞ Stormy۞ on Jul 9, 2006 21:22:54 GMT -5
ooc: he left in my last posted  * smiles* see a quote from my last posted he started on the walk back to the hill. He waited there to see if his mind was right about Sangre, but not all stags where liked him. He flicked his tail as he started to run In tell he was not of sight. |
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Post by caballo on Jul 10, 2006 10:43:38 GMT -5
((k))
.Well, I'll Just Give In.
There was honestly nothing to see here. Alomora seemed displeased at his appearance even when he attempted to make it more comfortable. It's over. The interest from one was completely different from the interest of another who seemed to rather see him as a non-existent equine rather than an existent one. The emotion of affection was brimming to the top, but it was also mixed in with hatred. What was the point in feeling something to the fullest when the one didn't feel the same, rather, didn't want to feel the same. There was no point in staying, for he couldn't change her mind, but hopefully he could change his own.
This was pointless, just one staring blankly, the other with unknowing loving stare. Bod' tilted as he turned to follow Reaper, for maybe, just maybe he was right about love, it hurt, it burned, it was better destroyed than felt. Daggs lifted as he advanced back to the knoll. He wasn't going to be toyed with, if she wasn't blissful with him standing there, then what respect did she deserve? None, zero, nothing. Yet, as much as he tried to reassure himself he just couldn't stop thinking about his idiot self. Crown tilted, as he spotted Alomora at the edge of his vision. He just couldn't continue. Turning once more, he advanced toward Alomora once more, librums speaking an eerie tone.
I just can't leave you hear, I can't get you out of my mind.
He was finished as his beats ended, lucid spheres gazing toward her. Sangre would at least be satisfied if he could at least give her a position in the alliance hill, for he wished for no other to claim her. Would it be too forward to ask one to be his mate? Obviously, he wouldn't be alive for long after the proposal. All lovers are considered weak, because then the enemy has one to steal, and torture, because really when you steal one, your torturing two instead of one. Tresses clung to his scarred nape, getting ready for the roller coaster ride that would begin soon enough.
.Because I Know You Won't.
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Post by *!Alomora!* on Jul 15, 2006 10:26:09 GMT -5
ooc: oopsies... guess i wasn't paying attention.. hehe.. sry.
*~good luck
she heard reaper's hoofbeats, and knew 'e was gone. 'e made 'er uneasy, and she didn't exactly like 'im. she felt 'er maw grow into a slight gape as 'is words reached 'er audsr she wasn't sure how to respond. she didn't want to love. didn't want to open up. yet, a twang of sadness had filled 'er mind, when 'e 'ad turned to leave, then a pang of relief as 'e had taken more steps towards 'er. a longing filled 'er, as she watched 'im, harks pricked. pools glistened with slight surprise, and thouhgt. she was confused, flustered. she didn't know what to do. should she resist, stay here, stake it out? should she make 'im leave, wait for another to come for 'er? but, she knew, that as 'er heart began to bubble and, in various places, burst from its cover of stone, she would never be able t tear 'er thoughts from 'im. so, if she ever wanted to stop thinking about 'im, she would have to go with 'im now, to dig deeper.
for 'er t'was somewhat a surprise as 'er banner ceased its swishing, and 'er auds began to fall forwards. she tried to pin them, to push them back, to swish 'er banner to its fullest extent. but, she felt that she could not, though she tried to keep her strong, bold appearence, she could not. a slight despair came over 'er, as she managed to carry 'er tiara high on an arched dial. at least, that she could do.
'er words came in a low whisper.
then don't.
with giving in~*
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Post by wowposter on Nov 11, 2008 23:53:15 GMT -5
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