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Post by generalchaos on Dec 10, 2006 16:05:27 GMT -5
::Blue watched the interaction between the other mare and the stallion with uninterest. She was only traveling she didn't want anything to do with the stallion. At least not at the moment. She was pondering about the stallion kind of stiffening at her comment of being controlled by humans she wandered what that was about? She wondered...::
" Sir, I couldn't help noticing your reaction to that part of my tale where I said I lived with humans? I thought the horses in this part of the world never even seen one?"
::she had cut off the other mare unknowingly. She shook her slender blue head to get her long blackish blue frock out of her ebony orbs. She then turned to the stallion and awaited his answer. She disregarded the other mare for the moment.::
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 10, 2006 16:12:27 GMT -5
"My past is a shady one, miss. Humans were once part of it, and I'd rather not speak of it."
How he had hated them...Humans, bastards of the animal world. They were retched creatures, and he didn't miss their presence one bit. He watched the other mare, she was eminating sensuality, wasn't she? No need to be so fast, deary...that will come soon enough.
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 10, 2006 16:24:17 GMT -5
::Blue took a hard glance at the copper colored stallion. She let her orbs wander over him. She didn't notice any scars that might have pointed to abuse by humans. Now she was extremely curious as to why this supposed brute was shady around the mention of humans. What did they do to him, she wondered. She flicked her tail at the suspense of wanting to know. She decided she most likely should continue on her journey she wasn't on to stay for long periods of time, but she wasn't sure what this brute would do if she tried to leave. She merely commented to the stallion her accent strengthening in her curiousity and her probbing.::
"Then you are not of these lands as well? Is this why you have befallen to the power of the dark. Your trying to escape your past as well?"
:: she never mentioned humans but she knew thats what she had heavily infered. She was curious as to see how much she could unravel about this stallion. If none she would leave and she other lands to rest on and continue to move along as well.::
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Post by wayward on Dec 10, 2006 20:39:40 GMT -5
Orbs filled with anger as the other femmora cut her off completely. They both seemed to disregard her for the moment. Well, that was fine with Silverthorne. Boa dropped, dial near the surface now. Maw lipped what little grass was left carefully, then faster as she found it was not poison, nor disgusting. Auds remained low and floppy, but they did catch every word the others spoke.
Ah, so Filth was not willing to divulge the details of his past now was he? Suspicious enough, Silverthorne decided. Kissers stopped their grazing, mouth tired of the taste, belly full. Now mind became bored. Charm was turned off, for Silverthorne was no longer so interested in this brute. Orbs stilled a bit more, for now clouds came overhead. They were not normal clouds, no. These were signs. Signs for him.
So he had come had he? Well well, this should make things quite interesting. Boa curved upwards to the sky, dial pointed towards it, orbs gazing. A small smirk fell upon her delicate kissers. Her mission would need to be put into action, and very soon. Very soon indeed....
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Post by elle on Dec 10, 2006 20:48:23 GMT -5
Angel, make me glow, how far can you go?
The white damsel slid through the shadows, her white body blending with the spotchy shadows. Her towers turn north and south, the waves from the others voices coming in low and high, not giving the harlot much of an idea of what might be going on. Her feet pick lightly through the land and overgrown flora. Now, don't get our heroine wrong, for she is not jealous, no that is a characterist this lady left behind with her foal fluff when she turned to the sleek angel that she is now. But she refused to have the same sort of neglect happen to her again, so if this ment that she would make herself more known, so be it my friend. She came to the conclusion that these two wrenches were intent on becoming part of the Ruins clan, hey that is understandable if any had seen the King that ruled these lands. The steel colored one seemed a bit more forward, almost obnoxiously wanting. The other seemed a bit, nieve, but which of the two extremes did Sombra prefer, she wasn't sure of. With the elegance that only our stranded angel could possibly posses, Sombra's white body appeared behind Filth, moving so smoothly it seemed like she were nearly floating. Her head was curved in a sophicated manner as she neared the trio. A soft nudge was placed on Filth's copper haunch, just a mere caress. Glassy eyes turned to the harlots, a judgement passed over both silently. She soon decided that these mares weren't fit to be part of the ruins, but then again a womb is a womb, and Filth's lines were ones, in Sombra's eyes, that should be passed on, something she was already in the process of doing, even though only a small bulge could be seen. But even if Sombra did not approve, did not mean she passed final judgement, yet another thing that the heroine knew and did not try to comprimise. Kissers parted, a greeting was at least deserved to these wrenches
"I am Sombra of the Ruins."
well, maybe a more of an introduction was due. A smirk, the classic Sombra smirk, laid in its accoustomed place on her velvet kissers. Let's see if you know how to play harlots.
I don't know what I've done, but I think I may have died today
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 10, 2006 23:29:19 GMT -5
Auds were at attention to the blue roan fae, her words stewing in his mind. He mulled these over a moment, then spoke.
"Twas a darq by blood. My ancestors have been of the evil brood for many a generation. As for running from my past, I say not. But, I don't run from my fears, nor troubles. I am one to face what challenges me...twas my downfall as a colt. Enough said, though dove."
The dappled femme bent to lip the grass, her movement catching Filth's eye. She lifted her mask skyward, and he gave her a short smile. She was a beauty, he did want her to realize that.
Sombra sauntered into his view, her caress a greeting he enjoyed. She seemed to be overlooking the two that were before him, perhaps judging them? He grinned...how lovely the foal will be, sarcastic and witty for sure. She placed herself higher than others, her angelic stature part of the picture he assumed. He nickered to her, and grazed his maw across her cheek.
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Post by elle on Dec 11, 2006 0:17:54 GMT -5
Don't Lie To Me, And We Ain't Friends, So Lets Not Pretend
Ashen lips part, a soft nicker is returned to her king. Even though she was not a classic dark, persay, she had dark tendancies, but her father shown through, gallant and light. She would never come out and rip these two mares to shreads, well, without provacation, yet she will never think they are on the same level as she, for her very essence seeped out of her like a ghost, wrapping itself, entwining itself, in any who so met this angel. She turned back to the only one that mattered at the moment, our dear Filth. Yes, the blue one was being quite more traditional at her approach whilst the steel one was going about it a bit headstrong, but however you got yours was how it was for you. Sombra turned to the copper King, her eyes glazed over with the sultry look that only darks could pull off, yet hers still had a hint of innocence, the wonders of the neutrals. She wasn't butting into the courtship of the other two, that would not be the angel's place, she was simply being there, being the angel trapped on earth.
A Rebel without a Cause, A Devil without the Horns and The Tail
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 11, 2006 6:45:15 GMT -5
::Blue wasn't stupid she knew the new mare was obviously possessive of Filth. She mused to herself that he wasn't worth her time. After all she didn't come to these lands to seek a mate she merely stumbled upon them. She was getting bored and she listened to the other mare give her introduction and noticed she sounded annoyed with her and the other mares presence. She also noticed either the new mare was fat or pregnant and she hoped it was the second, for one it would somewhat explain the bitchy additude. Blue merely turned her attention to the white mare.::
"Madame, you may disregard me I have no intention of joining your herd or mating with your stallion. If anything I'm going to be on my way. Oh are your normally this...bitchy? Or is it because your pregant?"
::Blue cocked her blue head at the white mare and gave her a quizzical look::
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Post by elle on Dec 11, 2006 11:46:15 GMT -5
You say that my eyes are hazy, you say that I'm acting shady, but Ill still glow baby
Oh, silly mare. Obviously new at herd life, or maybe at life in general, perhaps just has the inability to read actions? Make your mind up little mare, you can't be pretty and petite and then a whip smart bitch next. Yes, this mare obviously deserved little to know attention from our precious Sombra, and the only attention she would receive would be a swift strike to the heart. As the mare's words floated to Sombra's towers, a smirk that dripped venom spread across her ashen velvets. The smirk was the only evident dark side of our heroine, her body, usually fit and sleek as polished marble, was now slightly bulging from the pregnacy, her mane and tail held few tangles, creating a white curtain that flew in the breeze, her dial held the knowledge and beauty of the lights. But that smirk is what always gave her away. So it's time to play? Like a shadow, the mare stepped foward and wrapped herself around the other mare in a quick movement, stopping at her face momentarily, then contiuing back to her spot close to the steed. Her eyes shot daggers the blue mare's way, and soon would follow the verbal knifes
"Mare, I am pregnant, something that you should not look down upon, for I doubt if any stallion would look at you besides the fact that you have a womb. As for being a bitch? Mare, I am from hell. So, for future reference, don't try to put me in my place, for my place is somewhere that they would tear your pretty head off. I know my place, and you should learn yours."
Her alabaster tail whiplashed, slapping her side irritatedly, her towers now flat against her crown. Yet, her voice had never changed from the usual smooth lyrics that flowed from her ashen lips. So little mare, do you want to play?
30 second Highs and 30 second lows, Every bodies looking for a good time, don't you know a good time dosen't hurt
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Post by wayward on Dec 11, 2006 15:00:14 GMT -5
Boa returned dial to the earth. Her king had come. Ah the times they were a changing, no? Devious and criminal actions would be put forth on her part, no doubt hurting others, either mentally, physically, or both. A grin crossed her darkened grey muzzle as the two femmoras words battled each other. For some reason, Silverthorne was more partial to this new mare. What had she called herself? Oh yes, Sombra was her name. And what was her deal, she seemed to be overly possessive of the brute, Filth. Why had she taken a special liking to him? What decreed this tyrant so wanted, so sough after by all these vixens. Silverthorne, now she had an excuse. She was her for something different yet exactly the same as the other two brujas.
Chassis did not move as the alabaster fae wound herself around the other, venom dripping from the facade on her maw. What an interesting little scene this had turned out to be. They all seemed to ignore Silverthorne at this moment, as if she no longer existed. Did she no longer matter to them? Well I guess so. Soon enough though they would all hate her. Except perhaps the azure fae, she might not hold her grudge. But this possessive other, she would hate Silverthorne with a passion, no doubt lay in her mind. Which meant there was no point even attempting to reach Sombra's good side.
So Sombra was pregnant, eh? 'Twas easy enough to tell, and helped to explain her eagerness to be next to her czar. So she and Filth had done the deed, well that proved interesting to Silverthorne. Mind flickered briefly to him, both nervous and expectant of what would all unfold over the next few days. It would be something to remember, definitely. It would come from years of planning, and hatred fueling it. Mind came back to the present, orbs unnoticeably going back over the tyrant's frame, making sure he was right. And he was.
Not so much tired of fading into th background or being ignored, more from boredom, Silverthorne's kissers parted for her to speak briefly,
And this is what makes life interesting, no? Ah, and Sombra, if you care to know, I'm called Silverthorne, good to meet your acquaintance.
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Post by generalchaos on Dec 11, 2006 15:52:38 GMT -5
::Blue turned her slender blue head to silverthrone and mused that this mare would give Sombra a run for her money most likely. She turned back to Sombra.::
"Hmm I am new to herd life. I was treated well by the humans as were my family. But that is over now. Your words do nothing to me, madame for I know my place doesn't reside here, if anything I'm truely in search of humans, but I know that there are most likely no more. But it isn't me you should worry about invading your herd."
::Blue turned and glanced at Silverthrone::
"If anything worry about her. As for you being pregnant, I never said or infered that I was looking down upon it, I merely had a morbid curiosity you could say if you were naturally this bitchy. But I take it you can merely blame the hormones."
::Blue's accented voice dripped with sarcasm and she flunk her head up as if saying so what.::
"I abid you adeu, madame, after all I don't want a tyrants child."
::Blue turned from Filth, Sombra, and Silverthrone and began to trot off to continue her journey, her sleet grey flints casting hollow sounds on the stone floor.::
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Post by elle on Dec 11, 2006 16:29:40 GMT -5
Pretty little girl, don't let me harm you now, don't you know I only cut skin deep
As the blue mare swept away, away from Sombra's mind, and from visage of all. Well, in search of humans, silly mare, why would anyone want to be under such control. Well, it matters not now. She turned to the other mare, remebering that she had spoken to her. The smirk was lightened slightly by a small smile, this mare seemed to be Sombra's type of equine.
"Silverthorne you say? Pleasure, be sure. So are you as dim witted as that one? I'm thinking not, but I may be mistaken"
This mare seemed to have a tinge ofmystery about her, which pleased Sombra, she didn't like horses to lay themselves out for her, it made her slightly nervous of such equines.
angel angel smile for me, no one likes a sad saint
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Post by wayward on Dec 11, 2006 17:02:33 GMT -5
Auds turned as the sleet grey mare heard her name being used. Sombra needed to worry about lil' old me? Naw. Silverthorne had no intention of harming Sombra in anyway and for some unusual reason, Silverthorne was growing a tad bit fond of the femmora that was before her, for this one seemed to know what she was doing. Nares inhaled Sombra's scent, storing it for later purposes if she would ever need it. Boa curved the slightest bit to watch the other fae leave there presence. Good riddance! That aqua fae was a clueless burden. Boa moved back to face Sombra and her Filth. Auds flickered to the alabaster femme as she spoke to Silverthorne. A musing grin passed over Silverthorne's kissers. She replied, voice close to kind, but not quite there,
Mmmm yes, glad you consider our meeting a pleasure Sombra. And I truly hope that I'm a bit brighter than that other one, Blue was her name? I've been led to think I'm a bit smarter than she, but 'tis merely an opinion, one which you'll mostly have to form yourself.
Silverthorne mused a bit as she spoke. The sun began to peek out over the clouds, as if testing its safety. No one was safe anymore. Not now. He was here, and there was no such thing as safety anymore. Orbs glanced back down to Sombra, noticing the closeness of her and Filth. She waited for a response from her, or perhaps Filth who had chosen to be silent throughout this mostly.
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 12, 2006 15:01:23 GMT -5
Filth had remained fairly amused throughout this ordeal, the childish bickering of mares was a foolish game. When the roan fae turned tail and headed off, he cannot say he was disappointed in the least, yet like the others said..she is merely a walking womb, meant for nothing other than carrying the flesh of another. Now, Silverthorne was a witty one, and it seemed Sombra had taken a bit of a liking to her. Perhaps now some silence would befall the Ruins, at least momentarily. He nuzzled the withers of the angel at his side, then allowed a somewhat polite bow...a greeting to Silverthorne.
"You are welcome to reside under my rule, Silverthorne, if you so wish."
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Post by elle on Dec 13, 2006 2:05:21 GMT -5
Dying is an art, and I do it exceptionally well
The mare turns as the stallion nudges her, her lips parting and grasping a bit of his mane, a small tug given to the tangled tresses. She quickly released them, throwing her white head into the air, just a reaction from the past. A smirk/smile creeps onto her ashen lips, her eyes sweep over the steel colored mare. She knew now was not the time to welcolme to new mare, nor was it her place. A bond, perhaps, maybe just an understanding was floating between the two.
I do it so it feels real. I do it so it feels like hell
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