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Post by *S,APHYRI ! on Jun 14, 2012 1:19:01 GMT -5
The crunching of leaves and snapping of puny branches could be heard as each powerful, massive hoof landed brutally against the earth. Every so often, dead and decaying leaves would fall in synchronization as the light wind blew through the forests edge. A stallion of sorts found himself meandering through the forest during the early morning, sun barely peeking from the clouds. As he traveled deeper into the wooded area, the sun was seemingly swallowed by the darkness of the massive trees and those living leaves still attached. Stud paused, black eyes scanning his surroundings, as if his massive frame and able mind had anything to worry about, let alone fear. Satisfaction achieved, the brute moved on, deeper and deeper into the forest until he was certain that this time he heard another in the vicinity. Built beast paused, right front hoof held in the air before crashing down in a stomp, nostrils flaring and letting out a loud snort. Reader lowered his head, snorting heavily against the death covered ground before letting out a low rumble of a neigh, as if warning the lurker that he wasn't one to be bothered with.
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jun 14, 2012 1:38:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 02070a; border: #001114 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;][style=border-top: 2px solid #001114;] My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas, The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask
Desolute, empty, dark, depressing . . . perfect. How she’d successfully managed to stumble across a land like this, she had no idea, but hey, she wasn’t about to start complaining. Why would she? She was a freak of nature, and one who liked the darkness that had been her sanctuary all these years. She was a demon who rejoiced in the cold nothing ness. She was the type who felt much more comfortable in those places no one else would venture. She was the dragon in the haunted cave, the spooks in the scary forest, the monster beneath your bed. She was the horse eating ogre, hiding beneath the earth, the giant towering from the clouds above. She was a nightmare, a fixation, a murderer in angelic clothing, an angel fallen from grace. She was a creature of the night, of the dark, of the demented. She was the one who got her fix on blood, murder and mayham, on the scream of others, on the sight of their last breath leaving them as the light died from their eyes. There was very little that was unique to her, there was less that was sacred to her. And if it was sacred to you, it was a target to her.
She walked quietly through this forest of darkness; or what ever you wished to call it. She had no desire to get in a fight over something as simple as a name, not that she wouldn't mind the spilling of blood. No, why should she . . . when it was so much fun. Blood, blood, blood, it'll never be enough. Regardless of blood or not, she was walking through it quietly, her white cat seeming to gleam against the darkness, her blue eyes watching as she crossed the hard, compacted ground, not even the sound of crunching leaves to mark her travel, her steps far to light, and the ground far to compressed. She moved with an air of power, demanding the respect towards a creature who rightly choose between your death and your life. She smirked lightly, this land wasn't nearly like the grove she'd grown fond of, the way that the mist climbed her limbs to obey her demands, just as it had obeyed the words, wants, and desires of the titan in charge. She knew she would be able to find another home when the land bowed to her commands. And with the way she demanded attention, it wouldn't take long for a land to fall victim to her power, control, demands. It was only a matter of time.
Her curls bounced with every step, toying against her neck, falling chaos down from her rounded, sloping haunches. She really could be a sight to see if she was one of the good. Gorgeous feminine form, delicate form, despite the slight draft formation. Friesian, meaning she held poise and elegance. An arched neck, a roman facade, feathering around each hoof that danced in time to her steps, pulling towards and then away from her slate grey hooves. Her ivory form was the coveted tone on angels, her blue eyes; had they been filled with a goodness; could easily trap any stallion. But now. She was a creature darker than her coloring. A creature who betrayed her colors. She grinned, as she continued to move, her form moving with a delicate ease, as she sought out some form of entertainment before she'd move on into another land. Always moving, for who could control the bringer of death?
But, another thing to know about the demoness wandering freely, the deadly creature in angel's tones? She hated to be alone, she loved her play things, her little toys, pets, tricks . . . but there appeared to be none about. She smirked slightly. Well, in that case, she supposed - it's time to bring on the rain, and let the toys come to her. After all, she never takes chase, let them . . . chase her. Then she heard it, the rumbling neigh, the masculine snort. Ooh, a toy already. She smirked, grinning before starting her toying, moving through the woods, getting close enough, but still shrouded by the trees, so that glimpses of white were seen among the trees, accompanied with the occasional glimpse of her feminine form, before she put on a perfect lost face, the fire in her eyes being masked behind the perfectly perfect fake fear. She stumbled into the area the stallion was in, looking over her shoulder, trembling slightly, before turning towards him, eyes going wide, blinking innocently, "Oh, I, I'm so sorry! I . . . I guess I was so . . . concerned about getting . . . through this forest, I wasn't watching where I was going." She dropped her head as if embarrassed about being caught with out looking out for herself before looking up again with an innocent smile, "I fear I still fear the dark as much as I did as a foal. Foolish of me, what Master is afraid of the dark? All I know is I was walking through just fine until I heard a loud crash behind me and panic spurred me forward." She tilted her head innocently, making sure her curly white forelock fell over one of her blue eyes in a way she knew stallions found attractive, "Mind helping a girl out? I swear I heard something following me, would you mind checking the area out with me. I'm sure what ever it is will be more likely to bow down to a big, strong, handsome stallion such as yourself, then a silly fool of a master who is afraid of the dark." She asked, waiting, all the while working on her plan to draw him into the forest, attack, and kill. Mhmm, perhaps there'd be blood after all.
Words of your demise The massacre thought out
And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black [/style] |
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Post by *S,APHYRI ! on Jun 15, 2012 1:42:56 GMT -5
Stud kept his head held low, nostrils and maw mere inches from the forest ground as a dainty, yet built, beautiful, lightly colored femme wondered into his path. Crown head low, as if bowing, yet not, the brute listened. As the mare of such a pretty color spoke, her lyrics danced through his mind, a tone of pure .. pure .. he couldn't even imagine a possible word for it. Slowly as she spoke the blood bay mixed breed stallion lifted his hear, long, thick, dark mane relaxing back into its natural, slightly wavy form. In the heat, such locks would stick to the sweat that built up upon his nape, but the forest provided cool air, allowing the lusciousness to flow freely in the light breeze. As the pretty little thing began to wrap up her speech, she seemed to drone on for quite a bit, though he didn't mind, she called upon him for help. Why on earth would any master, let alone one that seemed built, strong enough to handle herself, ask upon another for help. Stallion lifted an eyebrow, left, as his right was covered by a long forelock. Black eyes studied the fae, pondering her questioning before allowing a grin to breach his perfectly formed face. "My sweet, sweet femme, the pleasure would be all of my own to assist you in your time of need. It is indeed understandable why such a beautiful little thing like yourself would want help from a powerful, brave stud like I." His cockiness began to show. He was well aware of his looks, though he knew they couldn't always get him what he wanted in the world. "Do tell me, where about are you heading, or simply exploring. Perhaps I travel behind you, watching for the lurkers in these dark woods as you move about. I can keep my promise, when I say I can easily demolish any other living being in the lands, no questions asked." Even the fae herself, though she looked quite powerful, stud believed in himself, his own power, to out do hers. Reader awaited the mares response, wondering what it was that she would choose to do.
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jun 17, 2012 16:03:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 02070a; border: #001114 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;][style=border-top: 2px solid #001114;] My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas, The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask
She was careful, walking into the faint clearing where the stallion stood, looking as sweet and innocent as she could (with out threatening to gag from her foolish act). His head was low, near the ground, as she ventured before him, speaking quickly, acting both innocent, slight afraid, but with enough pride in her master ranking to try and make a shy joke out of it, as if she were ‘afraid’ he’d think she was weak. All an act, all not her. The stallion slowly lifted his head, looking at her, as she wrapped up her plea for help, waiting patiently, adding a few flinches from odd forest sounds and the occasional glance over her shoulder to further the façade she was building up.
Of course, none of this was her. She was a killer, a merciless bitch. She traveled with a wolf that could hunt by her side, and saw her as a member of their . . . mixed species pack. Waiting with said wolf was that damned transformer owl, the one that couldn’t decide if it was Dracula or a fucking peacock. Really she still didn’t know what had possessed her to claim the owl into their pack, but regardless one hell of a pack did they make. The owl, that damned beast, was the humor for the group. Wic was the mastermind, and Sona, Sona was her right hand gal, the wolf she could count on for anything, and everything. They were who she really was. Not a weak mare afraid of her own shadow.
She watched as he lifted an eyebrow, his right eye covered by his forelock, as his black eyes studied her, black eyes similar to . . . Wic shot that thought out of her mind, no need to think about him just yet. He studied her though, waiting, pondering, before he grinned at her, and she tilted her head, faking shyness perfectly, as he spoke, calling her sweet two times over. “Oh, I’m so very, very grateful! You have no idea how traumatizing it is for me to be all alone in such a scary forest, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find another horse here, at least one that’s actually useful, unlike those silly slaves that do nothing better then get themselves in trouble. You can imagine my relief in your aid. Besides,” She put on a sweet, shy smile, batting her eyes, “Such a powerful, brave stallion such as yourself must know how to handle himself out there in the wild nature."
God was he cocky, not that she wasn’t either, but hey, she’d do what she needed to get him alone, trapped in the dark, with just her and her pack ready to kill. It had been far to long since red had painted her coat, and she’d been able to relax and play in the messes and masterpieces she created. Oh yes, she was very much ready to get some fun, and wild going on. She snorted lightly, forcing herself to blush, it showing faintly through her perlino based white coat, “Me, beautiful, I wouldn’t call myself such . . .” She faked, knowing she was just that. Irrevocably gorgeous in fact. But she didn’t need point that out to him. “I’m not heading much of anywhere, I’m afraid. My heart belongs to the wild, I’m a traveler of worlds, a creature of wander. So I go where the winds of fate direct me,” She said with a shy, almost romanticized expression on her face, before she smiled brightly at him, “Oh really? You’d do that, right, watch out for me? Oh I’d be so grateful! I would hate to find myself in trouble. Especially out here, who knows what predators are out there,
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[/color]” She said delicately, knowing fool well that she was one of those said predators, one of the creatures who lived to hunt, and hunted to live. “ I’d be ever so grateful, sir. Please, if there is anyway that I can repay you, just let me know, alright?” She said with a smile, as she started to walk towards the forest edge, before glancing back at him, her expression innocent, “ My name is Wicca, by the way, may I know the name of my savor for the scary predators of this land?” May she know the name of her latest prey. She pretended to jump as a howl lit the air, though knowing it was Sona saying she was getting bored of waiting, and instantly moved closer to the stallion, eyes wide and faking scared, “ W-was that . . .a wolf? D-don’t they eat . . . horses?” She looked innocently up to him, “ But you’re strong enough to beat a wolf, right? Surely you could do that?” But could he beat a killer wolf, a demonic owl, and a mare with a love of blood shed – especially when all three worked as the perfect, deadly team. Words of your demiseThe massacre thought out [/blockquote][/justify][/div] And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black [/style][/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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