My Poison Seeps over Me

[alias]

^my _poison ^seeps _over ^me.

A stone-like dagger slinked into view. A minx entered the lands, a soft breeze welcoming her, making her tendrils raise and fall silently, beautifully, down onto her nape. The nessia perched herself on the hilltop, cadual flicking lazily. Sweat gleamed, her barrel expanding, taking oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide. It was clear she had run here, at a full-out four-beat. Crystaline oals, their hue umber, glowed as the sun beat down harmlessly on them. The rays played around with the scattered trees, dancing around them as they created shadow to the lithe. The dove watched everything happen, before descending down the hilltop, slowly, taking her sweet time. What? It wasn't as though anyone were here to stop her, or make her go faster and what not. But, it wasn't as if, even if someone was going to explode for her slowness, she wouldn't go faster, even if she were granted the position of lead femm in a stud's herd. No, she wasn't one to follow and obey easily. Daggers crushed the fresh fibres as she only continued slowly. Poll held high, she had finally me t the bottom of the hill. She stopped a moment. She seemed to be taking in flashbacks, from her past, about Raven, and the heir, the colt, Cyaniumm. The minx stood, her orbal alight, but so blank, as they only stared. She stayed, stock still, remembering her past. She remembered when her mother gave birth to her.

[save till tomorrow]

[Krista]

Pistons contracted and stretched with grand muscular-tension as the stag trotted rather lazily into the lands of claimence. He found it rather disgusting and degrating for a mare to call oneself "owned" or "claimed" by another but whatever they so choosed to address. Obsidian pools scanned the horizon from hill side, watching in a quite bored manner as one lone equine sauntered down the slope. In someways this sparked a bit of interest but he let his expression lock into it's impassive ways.

Locks flip-flopped against war burdened skin as he kept up a steady gait as he made his way towards her, taking his wonderful time aswell. Pinnas swiveled upward as she came to a hault but he didn't buy any kind of attention towards it other than his own interest to speak with this abnormal vixen. Kissers parted barely as he spoke, a right auditive twitching back and forth at his own vocals. "Ello femora." Calm words vibrated from his chords, fluently rising to even his own auds. "I be Larguer, Ruler of the lands of Rhynel. And who might you be?" His tones gave a rather sarcastic note to his last statment but even in first impressiosn it was obvious that was just his natural way of speaking.

ooc; Yucky post.. But it'll do.

[alias]

^I _let ^it _wash ^me

The dove stood. The lands were silent. She has seen no one upon arrival, up till now, even. No one would come, she promised herself. And, if they were to come, she'd take a while to come follow them, for she did not come easily, even if she was bribed. No, bribary had no effect on her. The Femmoral let her audicals flick lazily back and forth, though, she herself knew she was not lazy. Nope, she was strong and difficult, but beautiful, and mysterious, and determined and.. and.. What else was she, what else did she think of herself? Banner whipped her hide suddenly, though fell lightly, hanging limply. LAces were tossed again. She began to dig her right hoof into the litho, pushing it into the dirt. Narettes flared, a scent being caught in the breeze brushing ever so rudely past.

Bucca canvas was dull and dusty, her plumage swaying in the soft little breeze. Her orbals were staring and empty. Magnificant cranial turned, toward the sounds of approaching footsteps. With this, she grew rather startled. She was looking out, out for the one whom was coming. When she spotted a stag, and his posture was, to her, lazy, she made a disgusted sort of look. When he approached her, she listened first, before speaking. "Hello yourself," she said, her voice slightly angered. "Stag, you think I shall tell you my name like that? Ha! Think again," she said, holding her crania high. "Fix your posture! No mare would want a lazy-ass stallion to own her!" she barked, her audettes pinned now.

Her orbs shown pride, her harks melting, melting. She stood straight, her chin up, as though she was much better than him, by a long way. Plumed cadual swatted the air once or twice, before hanging like a limp cloth on a thorn. Audites were still laced to her skull, and when this bruth was done with what he had to say, she'd speak again.

[Krista]

Another grin had no problem what-so-ever sweeping across his dirt stained mug as she spoke. My my, lets see what this shall twist into. Threads flicked and snapped viciously against his hindquarters as he side-stepped, keeping his half bored features as so. Said masculine bobbed his head slightly as hollow spheres gazed upon the one before him. "Ah- but is it a crime to relax now a days?" Pinnas swiveled on their axis then remained up right once again.

Even with her seemingly annoyance with his presence it was obvious his callus heart had no problem with her agitation. In the least, he sighed and glanced around for a short moment. "None-the-less I wouldn't expect such a mare with any dignity to wish them self owned by anyone in any circumstance." His dome gave a short nod once again but his voice didn't waver from it's disposition.

Stilts tensed and flexed as his structure rose a tad and muscles stood out from his bone-formation as it seemed like every tendon was taking heed upon his stance. Surely now this wasn't any kind of appearance he had before and actually showed a bit of pride if he... at all had any. "Is this better for you?" He hissed, voice sending off a bit of venom to his normally layed back croon.