peas in a pod - lithium

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=height,730,true][atrb=width,578,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/ohi7t4.png] Each powerful strike of hoof into earth created a slight, imaginary, tremble, as the vic moved through the area, grinning at the beauty of it. Oh, this was a nice place, she'd give it that. Almost as nice as Avalon Garden had been when she'd had her stay there with her dearest Grey. So very much alike. The mist swam around her, hot and bothered, sweeping i to touch and toy with her hide before rushing back again as if afraid to so much as touch the ethereal being cloaked in satin white. Her pale blue eyes surveyed the land as if deciding if such a place was worthy of her time, if it would prove useful for the time being. It didn't seem so bad at least, not right now. It seemed relatively deserted, and that was what pleased the witch so much. no one to annoy her, no one to drive her to the ground, then piss her off so that she went after them tooth and nail. Which always got very messy, not that she minded the pretty red designs that would toy on her skin, dye her pelt. Now that was always appetizing. She stretched slowly, her muscles rolling like a wolves would before she shook out her thick, curly white mane. The ground squished beneath her hooves, sinking in slightly, clinging to her hooves before releasing her with a clup. The mist clung to her with more affirmation, as if recognizing her now, as if the mists of Avalon Garden had warned them of their future queen, the creature who knew how to let the mist engulf her, hide her, shelter her with their touches. She continued forward, slipping between the trees, letting the mist take her into it's hold, cover her with delicate touches, a touch as gentle and sensational as that of a lover. A wolf howled in the distance, warning the approach of night and the sound delighted the mare that was more lupine then equine anyway, a sneer on her face, her upper lip curling up, imitating a wolf, and it took all she could not to whinny out a response, knowing it wouldn't be sona who'd be responding. Not her little girl, not her beloved companion. Oh how she missed the wolf, who was staying behind at the time being to watch her new slave, make sure that he didn't get lost, or hurt, or something. Her tail swished as she grinned, taking to the land like a cow to cud, enjoying the spooky-ness, the mist, the wolves. It was almost as nice as the land she was currently staying in - though she continued to hold out for her own herd lands. She emerged from the woods then, seeing the lake that the fog and mist was coming off of, and grinned lightly, trotting towards it, beginning to walk around at it's edge, even as she began to notice some of the fog disappearing, lessening as the night began to heat up, a faint color to the sky announcing it was morning, and slowly, as the mist disappeared, she was left standing in it's wake, like a vision of white coming from the mist it's self. She continued her trek around the lake quietly, wondering, what would the new day bring? Words of your demise The massacre thought out 522 | Lithium | COMPLETE OOC://totally left it open ended for you so you could have him come in how you want. Now! Let's get these two going <3

[LadyInRed]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/middle-19.png,true] Lithium's nose blew out strongly before sucking in more air. The smell of another equine came washing into his nares once more and filled his lungs. A femmora, not don't. Those blasted orbs narrowed like that of a feline and he lifted his dome and a twisted smirk crossed his features. Lithium began playing with his tongue, rubbing it across his teeth and darker colored muzzle. It was a habit and one that would probably never stop. Even now, Lithium did it without even realizing that he was. He imaged her bodice, slender and graceful. Perhaps she would have an odd personality. Oh, how long had it been since Lithium had smelled blood? It had been so long since it plastered his skin. A groan of lust escaped his maw as his closed orbs, fluttered open. The massive beast began moving forward now. Bones and tendons moving with youth and elegance. Lithium moved like a predator stalking prey. Each step was soundless and his eyes were narrowed on what he wanted though he didn't see it yet. That wicked mind of his began turning, making blissful plans for the femmora. Lithium blended in quite well. The underlying hairs were white but the top was black, giving him a very odd appearance. A coal black mane fell to the right side of his Arabian arched neck. A silky black tail cascaded down though it was somewhat thin, making it only to his hocks. Strong pillars carried the stud forward and with a quickening pace as the smell began getting stronger and stronger. His slightly dished head was tilted somewhat to the side as he peeked out from behind the trees. There! He had spotted the mare he had been tracking and what a beautiful little thing she was. Lithium made no movement for a while as he saw her walking around the lake, dressed it seemed in the mist that was coming off the lake. The whiteness of her was almost ghost like appearance. Discolored hooves suddenly stepped purposely on a stick as he strolled out from the cover of the woods behind him. The 17.2 brute then stood still, like a statue on the other side of the lake. For a moment, Lithium quietly regarded her and then without any hesitation, smiled soft at her. He would play his charming game and if that didn't work... Well it was all too likely that the monster was sure to come out of him if she didn't play nice. But perhaps a challenge would start him off good today. "Hello, pretty." His voice cooed. His lyrics were deep and somewhat husky though forceful. He continued watching with those ebony black orbs. A scar was seen on his right eye, making him look like Scar off of the Lion King. More scars were seen along his chest and haunches though they weren't quite as noticeable as the one on his face, giving him the look of a rough.

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[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=height,730,true][atrb=width,578,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/ohi7t4.png] The step of weight on a a stick was enough to slap her out of her revere, eyes searching the lands for the source before seeing a stallion standing still, seventeen plus hands heigh, much larger then she. Blue eyes watched him, judging, as she watched him from the lake shore, just as he was regarding her, before smiling softly, a smile that was largely ignored by the white demoness. His voice cooed out a greeting, calling her pretty, and with that one word she instantly had her plan mastered, a sweet looking facade, as she went for the innocent approach, ears perked up, "Oh, hello, sir!" Her sensational voice light, and sweet, her white forelock falling over one eye to make a sweet, little innocent look. She trotted towards him, her tail from the arabian blood staining her mostly friesian build, "May I be so bold, sir, to ask why you're out and about so early? I'm afraid I can't sleep in such a dark place, so I decided to enjoy the view of the lake. My name is Wicca, by the way, who are you" She asked, playing her cards to get his trust, lead him back to her meadow where her pack could rip him to shreds. Surely Sona would like some taste of stallion now. Words of your demise The massacre thought out 219 | Lithium | COMPLETE OOC://not my best, but next will be better once we get some real interaction going.