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Post by Soul Music on Jan 7, 2008 14:18:28 GMT -5
send away for a perfect worldDeep brown eyes scanned the landscape below. Her flame mare fluttered out on the breeze. Three hooves were planted within the grass, whilst the last gently leant on the edge. She was completely calm, her eyes half closed. Her long tail drifted on the ground, silky to the touch, shining to the eyes. Beauty to the death. Not her death mind.
Blackened Ashfelt lifted her head slightly, her forlock catching on the breeze and falling over one Mahogany eye. Her elegantly carved head turned to the side as she started walking down the hill towards the fields. The peak was visible under the clouds in the distance, but Ashfelt was walking in a different direction, continuing on the way she had been heading. Away from her previous life, her son, her family. Her son was the only family she still had and she didn't care for much more than she cared for the grass beneath her hooves. Her family, they weren't her family, just adopted. She cared for them even less.
The chestnut fae halted, leaning back on her hind leg once more. The sun sparkled down on her back as she stood in the light breeze, blowing her scent to near and far. The mare stood, eyes half closed, ears resting yet still alert, listening out.
one not simply so abserd
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 11, 2008 1:39:21 GMT -5
His large daggers carried him through the lands passing no one. He could catch the scent of a rabbit and maybe a field mouse, but nothing worth even thinking about. He liked this being alone this is one of the very slim list of things that he liked. Darkness was his path and he accepted it with open hooves. He took it to its fullest his was cruel and didn't take any shit from anyone. His nares flared as he caught the scent of a wench nearby. His darkened crest bobbed lightly and his pistons started off in a race. They sliced and diced through the air that he inhaled deeply. His ebony orbs only showed hatred and nothing else. His banner awhipped at hte sky and his ribbon ripped at his hindquarters urging him on. His thorns slapped against his pole and his nares flared in and out inhaling the scent of the wench deeply. He suddenly came to a hault and watched the wench from a distance. He was truly dark and only a true darks would be able to come to his lands. For they must pass his test. His test was sometomes simple and sometimes it was hard it mainly depended on the wench and how she acted. Though even if it is simple they are come up to the same result. Rejection. Only one wench had sucessfully completed and passed his test and she now is his lead mare. His nape arched and his thorns slapped angerily against his pole. His banner laid lifelessly againest his nape and his ribbon drifted on the breeze. Then with an angered flick from his ebony ribbon he walked down towards the wench stopping a few feet away." State your calling wench" The large shire stated. The air was pushed up his vocal chords and by the time they reached his devilish kissers they were so warped they made spine chilling and sicking words. His voice was haunting and sicking voice, but yet there was something about it that you just couldn't pin point like a romantic tune to it, but you couldn't place it excatly.
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Post by Soul Music on Jan 12, 2008 3:57:56 GMT -5
send away for a perfect worldThe fae moved her head slightly, one ear flicking back. Her long tail whipped a fly off her flank, yet the rest of her didn't move an inch. It was a calm day and the wind was refusing to blow much at all. It was only the very softest breath that reached her where she was, leaning comfortably on three pillars. There didn't seem to be another equine around, yet you could never tell. Dark eyes scanned the fields again, not looking for anything in particular, just for something to do. Her elegantly carved head was lifted once more to survay the land, tail lashing out with such force it made a crack against her side. Yet she still didn't move. She had no need to.
The sound of another caught Ashfelt's keen hearing. A heavy hellion, coming at speed. She raised her head a fraction, not turning around as she heard the beat of his hooves lessen. She had no need to turn, she didn't need to see the stag to talk to him, if he wished to talk. She could perfectly well hold up a conversation with her back to the hell beast. Her long chestnut banner flicked back and forth in a calm manner, as if she had nothing else to do, which was the case.
She heard his voice, harsh and clear. Her expression, howeverm did not change as she turned to face him, eyes staying completely impassive.
"Why?" She asked. "I have no intention of answering such a blunt question, especially from a stranger such as yourself." She replied, leaning back on three pillars. She'd always had an incredibly calm voice, it was never raised, but settled on one volume level. Keeping calm, no expression except in extreme cases. Her tail lashed out once more, killing another fly that had pitifully landed on her flank. She held the eye contact with the hellion, waiting for his reply.
one not simply so abserd
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Post by S.ummersC.reek on Jan 12, 2008 20:51:10 GMT -5
He was visible from afar, and he didn't hide it. Dark chocolate pelt may attempt to camaflauge with the muddy color of the terrain, but the startling alabastar of four even stockings and a mask of ivory were a dead giveaway of his presence. And now, he took it for a good thing. Scion rested a hock lazily, watching the scene before him with amusement. The faint wind refused to pick up his scent, and so he was hidden. For the time being, of course.
They were both dark, the brute brash and rude, the fem cunning and arrogant. A first herd member, should he wrigle her away from this other hellion. And so he made himself known.
Anglo-arabian frame winded down the stiff peak, mocha pelt dancing in the sunlight. Malicious grin engulfed his features as he approached, giving each of the pair a hardy once-over before speaking.
Is that any way to treat a lady?
He asked, sarcasm dripping from his lyri. Chasms were fixated on the stag, behind their malevolent exterior, they sparked with challenge. The singular tune of the vixen vexed him somewhat. Nothing that he couldn't fix, however. These "emotionless" ones always seemed to break after a few trys.
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 13, 2008 16:19:25 GMT -5
"It is a question and why you not answer such a blunt question" Bone answered" For if you don't answer such a blunt question then how are we to start a conversation" Bone answered as he could feel the other hellion titian watching."That is how I had been raised and that is how I am sure you treat wench's behind that scenes" Bone answered as he turned his thick crest to wards the titan, but kept an eye on the wench listening for her next emotionless answer. His ebony ribbon whipped aimlessly at his hindquarters and his thorns were in an alert position listening to everyone and everything around him. His white feathers lay dead covering his massive daggers. His hatred filled chocolate orbs watched both equines as he talked and waited for a reply from both.
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Post by S.ummersC.reek on Jan 13, 2008 18:49:47 GMT -5
Deciding himself above having to talk to this absurd brute, Impressions took a fluid step foreward, harks flipped to the side. He gave a faint glimmer of a smile to the vixen, and, in one swift motion of his haunches succeded in shielding some of the other demon from view.
Impressions, maiden
Liquid tune stained his kissers, lids brushing over his inky pools. Adding insult to injury to the blunt hellion, his tone plucked sarcastic notes and extended.
Or should I say wench
Cunning chasms of ebon whisked, not only a glare at the other stag, but a malicious and manipulative smirk as well. Oh, he thought he would win this little jewel with his brash ways and "impressive" bulk. Oh yeah. That'll work.
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 13, 2008 20:02:28 GMT -5
He just kept himself collected and calm. He gave no look back to the stallion. The wench was now being pressured since there was now two titians instead of one. Though he knew he was right if he didn't know her calling then how should he start a conversation with the wench. Bone never told his calling before the wench would. He just shook his crest lightly with a smirk across his maw. This brute was to sure of himself. Sure Bone came off cruel and in a postion where he cared nothing for his mares, but that wasn't really it. Sure he could be hard at times, but once accepted into his herd Bone would always protect you if you took it anda if you don't well then he would move on. Ok Bone was really hard and could be very cruel at times, but hey if you can't take it then your not a real dark. Yes he gives protection and will help you if needed though if he says thathe will once show you something once then you better memorize because he will only show or tell you once. His ribbon whipped as he looked back tothe wench and stared at her waiting for a reply. He really wasn't going to take it deep if he got rejected by this wench. He would feel a little bad for maybe a day, but then he would move on. This is life and he learned this very early in life. You have to move on you can't dwell on anything.
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