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Post by razor on Aug 31, 2007 22:25:11 GMT -5
Meadows of beautiful green grasses. Blades barely up and fully grown yet, the trees on the far side, hills rolling in all to view. No, this sucked indeed. Too cheery, for she had something different in mind. She wanted rain to poor down, to thunder and create disturbances. But that was ok, she could do that herself. Her onyx titaniums thudded heavily down onto the litho, sending tremmors through her equally charcoal chassis. Her plummeting figure reared over one hill, and down again, sending a wake of her trail. Yes, she wanted to make it evident that she had been here, make it obvious that she wanted to destroy. Letting her hurtling chassis slowly come to a stop, she screamed shrilly, letting out the roar from within, hopefully her demonic state would scare all away, and leave her be so she could go and search for trouble.
ooc: sorry for shortness. but tis funny. I lub her.
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Post by Razor on Aug 31, 2007 22:34:14 GMT -5
Bay brute had heard the shrill scream from a ways away. He realized the call had been something of a startle. Perhaps a dark? It seemed like the only creatures that lived in these parts were the pathetic light mules. All they did was love, not live. Pointless. He picked up a funny looking lope towards the call, not sensing anything though, and wondering if it was all in his head or not. Of course not. He wasn't stupid like that and would believe in himself, unlike those pathetic lights. Here he goes again, talking about the different alliances and what-not. Pointless, again.
It didn't take long for him to arrive where he thought he heard the scream. His stride was rather large but, and showed true untameness over these parts. He gave a snort, then tried to take in the scent again, once more not smelling anything. He wouldn't call back to the scream. Instead he'd stay silent. The secret was to not act desperate. Blood-stained daggers dug into the moist ground. He didn't want to go through the green meadows that stood still before him. There was no breeze and it was bloody hot this time of year. That's one reason he enjoyed his torcherous land. It was always shady and cool instead of making you sweat. He stomped the ground, a little impatient. Harks twitched in all directions, trying to find wench that had screamed.
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Post by razor on Aug 31, 2007 22:40:00 GMT -5
The meadows and hills did reply. Of course not, stupid thoughts came across her mind. As her impatience drove her on, silence ebbed her to find something else. Giving a startling lurch forward, she turned and hurtled back to where she came from, lengthening her strides as long as they could go, Fast was all she was, a flying, blurry dot of midnight against the green brown fields. As a hill came up, she slowed slightly as she reached the bottom, and halted quickly, sending sprouts of grass flying in some directions. Looking high into the sky once more, she sent a scream out once more, louder and deeper this time. She wanted blood, or someone else that wanted blood. Scraping a charcoal piston against ground, she snorted, waiting impatiently for some other to approach her.
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Post by Razor on Sept 1, 2007 10:29:34 GMT -5
The bay steed twitched his handsome bay harks and listened for another call. He'd stay silent until he heard another instead of replying to the first call. It was then when he heard another scream, a darker, murderous scream. He gave a snort, picking up an easy jog from the halt, following the echo of the scream. He appeared on the hill, sniffing the ground. She had been here. At that, he gave a full-out rear, replying to the scream. His mighty daggers hit the air and then came back down to earth with a big 'thud.' He noticed the dark-colored wench and smirked a little before moving his strides to a lope down the hill.
He halted before her. Not caring if she'd be startled or not. If she was a true dark she better act it. Most 'quines wished to be dark, but never had the guts to truly hurt someone. And if this wench was like that he wasn't interested. But don't use prejudice just yet. Lo wench. He spoke, his voice tone was dark but not dominant. He wouldn't show dominance.... yet
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Post by razor on Sept 1, 2007 22:57:06 GMT -5
ooc: this'll be short.. and crappy. but that's ok
BIC: Watching as the other reared up it's daggers and screamed a reply, she smirked. Snorting indignantly, the steed that was coming was obviously one of her kind. The words stung her harks, making them flick back, and plaster to her shadowy skull in satisfaction. She knew that this brute wanted something from her, but her little sadistic mind would teach him a lesson. Giving yet another snort, she scraped at the lithosphere, letting titaniums move away the sprouts of green grass, and make the dark brown earth appear. She knew that this steed wanted her to answer, but she would not give the hunter any satisfaction. Starting to move in a circle, she moved towards him, letting out another snort as her skull neared his shoulder. She spoke in a loud whisper, letting words curl off her fuzzed labrums of charcoal. She greeted him in the same dismay.
And you, Bas.tard.
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Post by Razor on Sept 2, 2007 19:03:19 GMT -5
Dark czar chuckled. A little amused. Did she really think she was as worthy as he himself? Though only hearing three words from the wench he knew she'd be coming with him back to fading darkness. If she was a true dark she wouldn't resist. He gave a snort back to her, shaking his head a bit down to the ground and gnawing his teeth quietly. Who knows? Perhaps she'd be fit to be queen. But don't use prejudice. Not just yet. He sneared and backed a step away so it was easier to see the darkened vixen.
Ebony daggers shifted to one side, showing his relaxation and interest in the mare. Ruffian. What's your dubbance? He asked. After the introduction he'd get to the point. No use in wasting time around these pitiful places of lights and neutrals. He believed neutrals were even more pathetic than lights. They didn't even know their place in life and society. Ha. It was funny to think about but his mind remembered to shift towards the blackened mare.
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Post by razor on Sept 3, 2007 11:53:48 GMT -5
Her seduction had coiled in the bait, and now it was talking back to her. Hmm, a surprise? No. This was normal for these wonderfully dark equines. Flicking her midnight pelt a bit, she looked his chassis over once more. He wasn't the most attractive male, for he did have a tendancy to be a bit egotistical, but weren't they all. She didn't care much, it was someone to relate to, but now he was just an annoyance. Lifting one titaniums, and slamming the ground with it, she snorted slightly, not letting any dust from the action move into paperthins. Oh how she dared to live. Looking back at the brute, she lifted cranium, letting orbs stare freely once again. Anger bubbled silently beneath her pelt, raging in her blood stream. Normally, this would make her insane, and she would just run and destroy, but now she had a subject to which she could test it on.
If you think that this little exchange will let you score me, then you are so obviously wrong.
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Post by Razor on Sept 3, 2007 20:51:29 GMT -5
The steed didn't exceed forward. She was rude and likeable to him. He liked a mare with a bit of attitude every once in a while. He grinned at her, amusement slowly beginning to fall out. He swished his tail at the flies that rested and fed on his dirtied body, then tossed his head. Forelock landed, hiding his right eye with the black strands that made his untameness look real. I wouldn't judge me before you get to know me. I'm needing a queen. He spoke, tone dark and mysterious. But if you don't cooperate the position will be left open to others. He snorted slightly and inched forward before halting again. Don't make me ask again. He spoke. It wasn't a threat, but a warning that he could easily walk away, not interested in her. He wouldnt' act desperate. He wasn't really.
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Post by razor on Sept 4, 2007 18:56:42 GMT -5
She watched, letting a sneer place itself firmly upon her labrums of a fuxxy charcoal. Her dull pelt glimmered as the harsh spring sun started to roll out into mid-day. Small clouds drifted meagerly in the ato, letting the rays of light shine down upon the land. Oh how she despised that globe of ernergy and warmth. It gave out such hope to those dispicable pures and undecided, a false hope. Darks of the d**ned, the shadowed, even the rogues, they would take over this land. Make it a treachorous take-over, and a painful one. The thought of blood made her draw attention back to the rea life moment, making her think of what it would be like to have his flesh between her mandables. But the chance of that was slight, yet so tantalizing. She did not want to let savagery and torture bring her wit out of her. His words were blunt and obvious, much like her, which let no horrible dark feelings ever creep into her skin. Taking a few steps to his side, she let charcoal touch crimson. Like the blood, like the night, she thought, which almost convinced her. She could go with this brute if she wished, but she would demand the right to walk out when she wanted. She wanted her freedom.
Moving backwards, she slashed her whipchords of greasy black hit her hind, making a sting appear in her mind's eye. Oh how she wished there were something else. But now, she would accept, but only for power, and only for that. Letting loud, echoing words travel across her tongue, then her lips, her song played out in the open. It disturbed some crickets, sending them hopping away.
I accept, but only on one demand. That I may do as I wish, that I may walk out of your charge if I wish.
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Post by Razor on Sept 4, 2007 19:07:57 GMT -5
Dark brute watched as she stepped backwards. He ascended forward, keeping an eye on her dark coat. A true dark she was. Stubborn and hard-headed though. She was obviously a mare. Ha. He chuckled slightly at the thought and halted after he realized he had ascended farther than needed. Though she was truly a dark, she was stubborn, not answering his question... still. He sighed and snorted soon afterwards, sending his forelock flapping in the breeze. There was a chill in the air. He could tell the night was soon to come. And it would be a bad night... for lights. Thunderclouds roared up ahead and lightning bolts shown his masculine figure, her's as well. He stomped the ground impatiently. He had enough of this. He wanted to get home. But she was too stubborn as to not spit her cursing.
Dark pillars splashed as rain began to fall harshly onto their forms. He gave another snort, annoyed that they haven't left yet. It was time to get this thing going. Spit your cursing wench. He demanded. His voice yelled over the thunder and lightning that struck everywhere around them. The trees began to crackle and he watched to see if the mare would startle. Ears pinned backwards and impatience began to dominate the soul inside. He snapped at the air, preparing to head home.
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Post by razor on Sept 4, 2007 19:17:03 GMT -5
Yes, the day was getting on, and a storm was brewing. But why the impatience? He could wait a second more. And every second she though that in her thick skull of ebony, he put in more and more signs of agitation. She watched as the lightning strike, the flash of sudden light amongst dark trees and shadows. She heard the wind grow and strengthen into a whistle, running along their chassi, cool and sweet. Sending more instinctive alarm alerts in her bod. Enough was enough for him, but she wished for the rain to start. He snapped at her, and added some strange movements. Then it hit her. A small, insignifigant water droplet. It rolled off her skull as she looked up as more and more fell. She sighed, and looked back down, seeing that she must quickly tell him, or consequences would be both ways. Letting it roll of her tongue loudly, she turned and ran, seeking a haven from this madness.
Facuus.
She slowed, letting titanium slow her body. She wanted him to take lead, for it would give him some self-indulgence to put himself into.
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Post by Razor on Sept 4, 2007 19:32:04 GMT -5
He held still as she had finally responded to his unanswered question he had asked. It seemed like ages ago when he first arrived here, and he didn't like it. Too beautiful for a dark. He snorted at the thought bringing his impatience down. Tossing his head he took multiple steps back, ready to go back to his homeland. He grinned as he thought about Zodiac. She would have a surprise when he showed up with a queen. To Ruffian, it didn't matter who the queen was. He didn't believe in love. But he knew with a strong queen his herd would grow to be deadly and dominant of all other herds in these parts. The herd would grow larger and slaves would be held hostage for the bachelor stallions.
He picked up a sudden trot, sending his hindquarters far behind him. He didn't have the most amazing thoroughbred cross conformation, but it worked for him, and those who found it bothering would have to live with it. For now, he just wanted to get home. He trotted around her before taking off at a gallop, neighing over the loud booms of thunder that roared above. The wench would follow he knew. He wouldn't worry about her too much. He was only using her. No love was involved. She could wander freely, he didn't care. But now, his herd was growing. Dominance was just around the corner.
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