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Post by hunter104 on Oct 29, 2005 17:00:50 GMT -5
Pinned auds were visible flat against the vix's tiara, cold orbs full of fire burned the path before her. The equine stared down the area before her, deserted. She seemed to hiss as she lifted her daggers off the ground towards where she sensed other equine. She flicked her banner, ridding herself of bloodsuckers. It was oddly warm for the time that it was. The vix suddenly stopped as an odd scent reached her nares. She didn't see what she smelled and her horrors were realized, she was having her nightmares again...She thought she smelled and saw things from her terrible past. Her mother had been murdered by her sire before her eyes. He had beaten her to death, then sent a battle cry across the lands and left. She was one and fully capable of taking care of herself by then, but this struct her unexpectedly, it hurt her, and tore her heart in two. Her mother had been a light...and her father a dark...she didn't know what happened, but she did figure out that the more time her parents had spent apart the more they grew to hate eachother. She continued down the unmarked path towards the scent of other equine. She sighed and looked over the moonlite plains. Her orbs drifted up to the stars, memories overcoming her. She sighed, shaking the terrible things from her head. She reared, striking the air with her now bloodstained daggers. She had gotten word that her sire had been murdered years after her mother, but she had known, before anyone else, she had killed him. She sent a shrill whinny across the land towards the other equine, announcing her presence and her name, Nighmare. Her daggers touched back down to earth as three words came to mind. Hold... On... Tight...
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Post by hunter104 on Oct 30, 2005 13:11:47 GMT -5
The Demoness screamed out again as she slowed down her pace. Nightmare searched the lands with fire-filled orbicles, in hopes of finding a small gethering of her liking.
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Post by elende on Nov 5, 2005 11:53:16 GMT -5
The moon glared down upon the equine of the valley. Peaking shadily from behind long dark clouds, her stare was harsh and hostile tonight. The stars were hidden, perhaps scared off by the moons seemingly fowl mood or perhaps veiled by the haunting clouds. The wind was loud and hissed violently, biting at the hides of the valley dwellers, mocking their discomfort. The wind also conducted a beautiful dance, done by the tall grasses of the meadow and the tall ancient arboretums of the old growth forests. Many of the leaves had already fallen from the tall branches, but the ones who hadn’t flew wildly on the currents, dancing a dance all their own, to a completely new song that only they heard, though it complimented the performance of the swaying grasses below.
The brush and trees seemed to bow as he passed. His muscles worked hard, flexing and bulging, pushing and pulling helping him to press forward. His breath came slowly and with a steady cadence, but it was hard and forced as his chest rose and sank in a rhythm all his own. A scowl rode his handsome features, his brow was furrowed and his eyes narrowed. It seemed that perhaps he had no ears as they lay so closely against his skull they almost melted against it. His tail was pinned tightly against his body, though the long flowing parts did exactly that, flew behind him as he moved with an angry speed through the thick forest. His daggers hit the earth with hate and they left deep prints in the soft earth. Though they didn’t look much like horses prints as he moved in a way that they were smeared and it really just looked like a stampede had just gone thru there. His silken hide of ebony was damp with sweat, and his legs were painted softly with mud.
The wind seemed to pick up more and more until its howl was too loud to speak over, it seemed to feed off of his mood, as did the moon. Its scream filled the valley and it continued to grow louder and harder until he burst from the trees when it stopped all together.
Its odd how evil works. How one evil thing can feed another without having any real power over it at all. He came to an abrupt halt just outside the ancient wood. The tall grass of the meadow grazed his muscular shoulder and his ears shot forward. Here is where he had entered the valley, in a happier day. The day he fell in love and was ripped from it all at once. He despised this place and swore he would never return. He turned his massive cranium quickly over his right shoulder, muscles again flexing and springing up all about his ripped body. His vicious gaze landed upon a beautiful vixen. His breath stopped momentarily and without thought he moved towards her. His head was high as he floated through the meadow in her direction. The fact that another stallion was already there was completely irrelevant at this time.
His eyes moved over her elegant body. She was leggy, tall for her breed but held the delicate frame of an Arabian. But she wasn’t weak as he thought they all were, her body was built for endurance and fighting perhaps. Her hide was the deepest of bays, and the strong smell of death rode on her breath. He was mesmerized. He walked slowly, taking time to observe her on his way to her side. Once he reached her he stopped, his gaze steadily held hers and no words were spoken. A slight smirk rest upon his wildly handsome features, danger and lust rest there as well. He never once glanced at the second stallion, but kept him in sight incase he was crazy, or felt the need to protect this mare as his already.
His mood had changed quickly and so had the atmosphere. The wind had settled, seemingly relaxed and at ease that this dark lord had found a moment of contentment. The moon’s stare looked a bit softer but still on edge, and a gentle breeze blew by as if the earth sighed with relief. He still said nothing, in awe of her beauty and the obvious craving for death that she had. It silenced him when normally he would have said something crude and taken her as his so quickly that she had no choice. She was different. She would be his queen if things went right. That same dangerous smirk hung upon his face still, and his eyes moved over her body always resting on her eyes, searching her soul or lack there of…
"lo wench"
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Post by hunter104 on Nov 12, 2005 16:46:04 GMT -5
A snort emmited from the vixen's nares as her gaze shifted to the stud. "Lo stag" Nightmare answered bitterly, her stare piercing into his and letting no emotion be shown. "What is it you want?" She scolded. Burning occuli surveyed the stud as they stood, flints beating at stray insects that dare come to close. Twin harks lay against her skull, though not glued.
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Post by Sequin on Nov 12, 2005 20:45:09 GMT -5
ooc:
please lengthen your post
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Post by hunter104 on Nov 12, 2005 22:54:07 GMT -5
Ooc: I'll lengthen it more tomorrow
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Post by hunter104 on Nov 21, 2005 11:07:14 GMT -5
The minx pawed the earthen grounds with sharp flints, twin harks once again plastered against her skull, hidden within the flaming banner. With a vicious throw of her dial, her forlock fell upon her cold, dark, blazing optics and a rather loud snort was emmited from her nares. This brujo before her seemed dark enough to follow... perhaps... 'No!' She screamed within 'I will not be a fool again!' The large mare began backing slowly, harks still flattened.
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