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Post by lirael on Dec 3, 2006 10:49:57 GMT -5
So, this spit of land was where she had ended up. Navy-tinted orbs swiveled in her skull, surveying, making observations. Pitiful, and unfamiliar. And yet, that was how this not-so-damsel-in-distress liked it, with the scents caressing her nares and the strange hoof prints forced into the ground, marking their so-called territory. There would be something to tear out, rip the carpet out from beneath their hooves of false thunder. Stallions, it was typical of them to parade around with their flags out behind their napes, their crowns held up pompously above the rest of their frame, looking awkward and unbalanced. Wait a moment, sire, you may trip on your red path.
A snort came from this demona as her coal-stained canvas slid down a descending terrain, the night was young and the lune high, casting silver strings of light 'round the grasses and the shadows more eerie than the Lights usually found them. Scythes began out a leisurely one-beat pace, taking her time, for if there was truly a mascu daring to claim her, he would be on his way, would he not? If that wasn't the case, my oh my, she would have to challenge someone out. Ebon whipcord lashed out behind her and crane lowered. By the look of prints, drafts were common here, eh? Along with munchkins, it seemed. Ataxia would feel, average, for once, with her seventeen hand frame being in the middle of the two. Near the edge of a forested part, she decided to make herself comfortable, leaning her slender cross-bred frame against the dank, mossed trunk of towering tree. Pools danced around, watching, before her dial swung upwards and shrill, spine-tingling scream arose into the previously silent night air. Now, the wait.
Meters away, an owl dipped down, and in it's beak, caught it's prey..
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Post by mycheese on Dec 3, 2006 11:01:49 GMT -5
[glow=rgreen,2,300]Typical Slade pranced handsomely into the Claiming Valley. He lowered his head and let loose a few bucks. His dark bay coat slightly gleaming, for the cold weather is bringing his winter coat in.
Slade felt the presence fo antoher equine and halted in mid-stride. His orbs scanned the terra to land on a beautiful fae. Breeding season is coming, yet already here. Maybe she would be the one to breed with. To create another strong foal.
Slade thought fast. He slicked his mane to perfection and pranced towards the lone fae. He released a song most charming from his maw:
My, what is a beautiful fae doing out here? Surely you must be cold in this cold weather. I be Slade, and you must be...?
He stood with 75% of his weight on his forelegs. Looking like a Tennessee Walker. His velvet muzzle swiped her coat. It was indeed getting to be quite chilly...[/glow]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 3, 2006 11:02:01 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Picture Perfect trotted into the Claiming Valley, completely ignoring the minx and the stag, his black coat glistening in the moonlight. He then slowed his long pistons and dropped his dial, nibbling on the lush green stalks. His long forelock fell over his face, covering his eyes. He then lifted his dial, auds pricked, still ignoring the mare, hoping she would come closer out of curiousity. He snorted, and shifted his orbs around the moonlit valley, his long mane flowing down his boa, his forelock still dipped over his face. He swished his tail and craned his boa around, a strange noise reaching his auds. He stomped his ebony flints, then dropped his dial again, grazing quietly, not making a sound, practically begging the minx to come closer.[/glow]
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Post by lirael on Dec 3, 2006 11:35:34 GMT -5
Well, it was a start. Fulfilling, maybe not, seeing as the thought on these stallions minds was more than meaningful conversation. The wind picked up, whistling sublty through the trees, and a low, gutteral growl came from the depths of her throat, a mere warning that she was, thus far, for looking at, not touching. Acting uninterested, she hauled her body off of the side of the tree and stood upright, the glimmer of moonlight casting alight the blue sheen on her hide. Shiver crawled across her spine in the icy winds, but she did not inch closer to the hessian. Ivories were exposed slightly as her muzzle parted, voice slide through and her tones oozed with sarcasm, an icyness in her drawling. My, my, we're quite the charmer, calling me beautiful. Aww, shucks. Onward, cynical.. "Cold indeed." Dials pierced into his. "I must be Ataxia, or so I'm told." Goody, another hungry stallion was making his way forth. But for the time being.. orbs hovered over this current ones frame, standing oh-so-regally before her, a vain attempt at flaunting ones assets. A blood-ish bay, it seemed, of Arabian, possibly, descent? He was, roughly, about as tall as her, and muscles were evident under that thin skin of his, made more for the desert, it seemed. Fatale's knife rose suddenly, almost up to his chin, and then jammed down into the turf beneath her weight, creating a more violent uproar in the layers of tundra. A smirk coiled over her mug. "Be forewarned, I'm not one who's much for cuddling." Whipcord lashed out in an almost slow motion, just barely brushing over his chest. Oh, Ataxia, you dirty tease. A quick look-over was given to the silent one. "Ah, you do always have to watch for the quiet ones. The good Darks always were anti-social. Keep up the good work." An amused glint reased her pools as she seemed to gaze almost tauntingly into that of the one who called himself Slade. Had he lands, this Slade? Time would tell..
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 3, 2006 12:13:49 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Picture Perfect lifted his dial and raised an eyebrow. This stag was barely a dark, yet the minx was smothering him with attention. He glanced over the minx, who seemed unimpressed by the stag's flirting. He stepped silently and stealthily towards the minx. As soon as he got close enough, he dropped his dial, once again and began to graze. He swished his whipcord, while his maw lipped up the lush stalks. He then raised his dial, not being able to bear staying silent for so long.
Hello minx," he said in a gentle voice. "beautiful night, isn't it? I be Picture Perfect, but if you perfer, you can call me Pic." He pawed the ground, his ebony flint tearing up the soil. His nares flared and he snorted in discomptempt at the other brute. He raised his dial, watching the glowing fireflies go past. The night seemed still, a little too still for comfort. He shook his dial and snorted quietly, as to not disturb the silence. [/glow]
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Post by wayward on Dec 3, 2006 17:56:06 GMT -5
Skies had begun to darken by the time San Haruba came onto the scene. Pistons churned harshly at an impeccable rate, flints digging deep down into the soil that lay beneath them. Haunches propelled her chassis far forward at a speed many brutes strained to match. Sweat glistened from the top of her back and slowly rolled down to the tip of her barrel before dripping off onto the ground. Mud was freshly splattered on the ebony towers that belonged to San.
Despite her sweat and mud covering all of her pillars, San was no doubt beautiful. But her beauty differed from mosts. She was beautiful in a natural way, doing what she loved: running. She had a refined almost arab head, with a small compact body like that of a mustang. Her beauty came from how fit she was, and how nicely put together she appeared. Tell San this though, and she would not appreciate it as you'd think.
Orbs kept straight ahead. She was coming back from exploring, and now night was falling. Clouds moved towards the sky, darkening what little sunlight had remained. Then it was gone. Complete darkness blanketed the world for a brief moment, then the clouds had moved, and both sun and moon shined brightly once more. Nares scented the many equines that passed this way. They distinguished some, such as that of Halfmoon, Fitzwilliam, Tyrex, the brute Filth who she had yet to meet, and Flicka amongst others. Auds were far from lazy, now that darkness had fallen. At this time of day San was on higher alert than normal, which was saying something. She pushed onwards, breaths blowing calm and steady from her nares.
As she moved out from the Claiming Valley, orbs did chance upon a femme surrounded by two brutes. Either the tyrants were desperate, or the vix was truly something to look upon. Out of curiosity, pillars slowed a bit, and sinew bunched and released as the altered her course a bit. She ended up next to a large oak tree just about the two czars and the femmora. San stopped when she reached it, having been quieter coming to the scene.
Auds managed to catch parts of the conversation. San was not generally one to eavesdrop, but she did tonight. The vixen had a sense of humor that San was partial to. Here perhaps was one that could understand San. Fire burnt bruja was tempted to speak, but her her tongue, waiting to see if she would be noticed. She fell silent, breaths being the only sound emitted from her chassis.
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Post by lirael on Dec 7, 2006 10:15:25 GMT -5
Now that the other 'demon' had suddenly become a mute, her attention turned, pools of navy swiveling to gaze, with a somewhat intense tone, at this other option. "Pic, eh? I like it, short and easy to remember." This was about as honest as this femmore came, with her cynical addition to all that erupted from her hectic, and often trouble-making, maw. Narrettes flared out and she swung her crown up around around slowly, a circular motion as she surveyed the darkened heavens above. The ground below was a negative of this, bright and blemished by the marks of hoof and claw, as opposed to the inky black of the sky above. No stars dared brighten tonight. "Beautiful? Well, if you have a sense of what is and what isn't, I would say.. yes, at least a hell of a lot more favorable than day," Day was easier to be spotted in, not enough shadows for her to slink around in, immerse herself with the cool, comforting darkness. How ironic. But then again, there was the erratic noisiness of the daytime, with the obnoxious foals running about and nosy mares gossiping in grottoes, and the ever-frequent stallions looking for a quick addition to their "thrones". At that though, a spell of steam came from her, and rose up, disappearing. Quite like her. So, she was built elegantly, one could say. Her half Thoroughbred made her a lengthy, but not deathly skinny, one. Almost like a human model, but with the brains and muscle underneath. What of the other half? Nokota. Built for endurance and reasonably hard travel, her hooves were hard flints and she could, literally, take on any surface. Oh, wait, not water, though.. Only the sacred, remember? And as vain as you are, you will never be, dearie. Radars perked suddenly as a foreign sound reached her thru waves, sounded like the oncoming din of thunder. But she knew better. There was no such thing as a continous thrum of thunder without pause, and lightning inbetween. And the so-called thunder itself sounded like the hurried footfalls of another equid. My, my, such a hurry to greet little old me? There's nothing too special to see here, miss, so you might as well be headin' back. But Ataxia was growing impatient, and wanted to mingle with herd new herdmembers, if it was decided she should get any. True, it had only been her first few moments in these lands and she was about as awkward as a newborn in a land of elders. For once, she was the unknowing and unwise. Ignorant, or just choosing to ignore what was fact?
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Post by wayward on Dec 7, 2006 15:09:01 GMT -5
Try to love me
Breaths were drawn in deeply as San hid for a few moments. She was one for the element or surprise, and took it whenever she could. Night air nipped at her chassis wherever it could, bushy hide not enough to fully restrain its affects. The sky had become moonless in an instant. This was not what San wanted to see by far. Orbs could sense the femme knew vaguely that San was there, so San decided to draw herself forth. Nares still found the presence of two other stags, and orbs confirmed it, but she drew out of hiding.
Branches that had once held leaves brushed her chassis as she moved into the clearing. Orbs did a steady glance to find the two brutes and the one femme. Nares drew in deeply their scent, so she would forever have it "on file" in her mind. A small grin almost wove its way across her maw, but she stopped it. The night had begun to darken and reach colder temperatures. San did not mind the dark, not at all. It was not the cold either. No, it was the dislike to the starless sky.
As crazy as it may seem, the starless sky had happened a few times back at her old home, with him. She held back a shiver, not from the cold, but from her thoughts. Banners swished absently. Orbs peered out at the three equines, beginning to judge. She sighed a bit then greeted the femme that lay on her left with her words,
Hello Ataxia. So tell me what brings all the brutes to you, eh?
Then both boa and dial motioned towards the brutes with a swift gesture. San then turned her boa so she faced them, dipped here dial a barely perceptible amount and said,
'ello tyrants.
Then orbs shifted to the femmora, waiting on a response from either party as the four of them had gathered beneath the starless night, for God only knows what reason.
and you'll just get hurt
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 7, 2006 17:31:42 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Picture Perfect turned his dial towards the talking bruja, as her song reached his auds. She was certainly a dark, which was what he liked, of course, being a dark himself. He arched his boa in a sign of respect to the bruja. "Aye, the night be much better than day, as you put it, as so do I. Yet, personally, I'd have to say that it's much easier to see during the day," he said, as a small joking snort escaped his nares. He wasn't usually the one to amuse himself, but tonight he was feeling, well, perkier, than usual, so to say.
His attention then shifted as he heard a rustling nearby. Then, out stepped a minx, catching him by surprise. He backed away a tiny step, then stood his ground. Then, he recognized her, and his heart started beating wildly. He had never talked to her before, let alone seen her up close, but she was known throughout every stallion. She had many names, the mare stealer and the femme burgler just being 2.
As she spoke to Ataxia, then him, he switched his tail in disgust. No matter what this minx tried, he would not let the bruja escape. If she did manage to convince her to become light, he would follow them to the minx's homeland. No matter what that minx tried, the bruja was his.[/glow] OOC: Sorry about crappy post, but I have to go right at this moment. Bye!
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Post by wayward on Dec 7, 2006 20:40:32 GMT -5
wow. san has quite the reputation!
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Post by lirael on Dec 15, 2006 16:54:19 GMT -5
As if it were the very nature of her kind to sense it, something went off in the depths of her skull. An annoying, almost alarming sensation, that someone who she probably did not want to become comrades with.. was, indeed, near. For the moment, she ignored this warning, and set up a mental wall. Focus on the stag, eh? What other chances will you get? Cranium tilted slightly, an expression open for interpretation on her facade. "Not if you've been accustomed to the darkness of night.. ooh, that was ironic..." Audditives pricked now..it could not be the demons, nay, neither the one who was advancing in conversation or the one who had grown silent. Oh, my, my, must the fae, who has only just but approached from under night's cloak, who is the Light. One brow perked from under her forelock. What's this? A Light not in her true habitat? When darkness falls, Lights were seldom out, but this one seemed to have more of a fire to her. Bravery? A snort came from her now flared narrettes. What madness you are giving yourself, Ataxia. There are NO brave Lights! A smirk was held back. Now, let's be reasonable with her, Ataxia. And people in hell want ice water. The stench of the other unknown being wafted over her detectors, and another, more subtle, snort came from this newcomer. A more sarcastic view washed over her entire stature, and her frame and muscles relaxed. Back tilted her hind hoof, and her shoulders sloped some. She suddenly appeared... bored. Out of the corner of her vision, she watched Picture Perfect beast become more agitated. My, my, stally want his prize? So he was protective, that was a trait that should could deal with. After all, it was all the more amusing when you went to tease them. Who wants to be my plaything? What did this Light want with her? Truthfully, now, Ataxia had no intent of dealing with Lights, especially first thing on arriving. She had intended on a sort of vacation from them whence she came here, but, alas, the minx had not been spared this eve. The femmore opposite to her had decided to smother their auras in her tone, and that twang of distaste was sent once more down her hide, muscles rippling slightly. Sonar-receivers pinned back to her skull, but only momentarily before being placed normally, by extreme self-force. A sigh drew from her lungs, almost to say, must I explain everything to you? Aren't you the 'wisest' around here? Tones were unfriendly and unwelcoming, but a false happiness was added for the sake of her sarcasm, "I don't know, it must be, after all, my Gothic charm," [/color]
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Post by lirael on Dec 23, 2006 8:48:07 GMT -5
OOC: can I get a reply? =.=`
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Post by Lex on Dec 23, 2006 10:37:22 GMT -5
Lex walked into the terra with lonely eyes. He noticed the two stags and two faes all conversing. He was not intent on joining, but he noticed the black fae to be extremly attractive, but of course, he could not have her. He was too proud to lower himself to the level of that deceit to his mares back home. Away from this world of domains, he owned a castle and he had two good friends that just happened to be femmes, and he knew this fae would not find him attractive unless he tried. He had not lost his charm, but he did not care to unveal it here. There were two brutes here anyway and they'd probably already reserved their spots in the circle. He decided to linger around the background of the valley. He attempted to become unseen, which was one of his specialties, however being unheard was far more difficult, and he'd not mastered that yet...
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Post by lirael on Dec 25, 2006 15:18:23 GMT -5
OOC: wayward (San Haruba) or ECM (Pic), wanna reply before I do?
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Post by Lex on Dec 26, 2006 0:26:04 GMT -5
OCC: Who are you talking to?
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