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Post by r.andom on Jul 11, 2006 16:33:59 GMT -5
Oh, so she too has witnessed and felt the power of the frosty ghost at her heels and the bite of him at her flanks, felt her freedom stripped of her by him as he slinks up beside her with a lull in his step and no guilt on a marble-like face. She may be like most of the others – unwilling to come and captured like a caged bird in front of the family cat, but he doubts it, now, for there seems to be what can only be called a ‘presence’ about her that says differently – says that she is not stereotype as he is.
The coal coloured stallion stands in the long grasses that brush idly at his hocks and tangle his tail, and he watches her, almost hidden among them, as she emerges from the field quite a while after his claiming of her – but this is to be expected as she is new to Rushing Rapids, of course. Aasifa is nonchalant to be unseen although he knows that the best way to sneak up on someone is try not to sneak up on them, and he is not such a fool to misinterpret this quote to the highest extent.
But he does snort, and strides languidly across the sands that stretch to the horizon, the water lapping like a playful dog at its heels, and he approaches the silver houed mare as she turns to watch the wave, his pace sliding and not exactly brisk. He seems to slither up beside her, a playful menace in his step, brushing against her in a rough yet not too harsh manner, before drawing up beside her ”So you arrived, poppet.” and he hangs back to watch her again.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 14, 2006 9:26:09 GMT -5
So I have. Her voice was silky,cold,dangerous and tantalizing.She moved quietly over the lands,harks flickering back and forth.What a demoness she was,her coat all mixing and melting together to form a sort of silvery sheen,all wrapped around a seemingly perfect form.Pale eyes seemed as cold as river ice glance about,and her maw curves into a tantalizing smile before it leaves,leaving her in the silence of the lands.She snorts,mildly interested in the environment around her.Although,it felt wonderful to be in the cool,dampness of the forest,something she preferred more than the sweltering heat of the Claiming Grounds or any other place that tended to be too warm and humid for her tastes.Her maw wrinkles in slight disgust of the thought.Pale eyes flicker back and forth and she walked on,crushing the botony below her nigrescent blades.She paused at the creek,dipping her head down and letting the cool liquid run into her mouth and down her parched throat.She lifted her cranium once more before watching the creek,it seemed to glow with a silver aura and that familiar smile flitted once on her maw before disappearing quickly.
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Post by r.andom on Jul 17, 2006 15:07:04 GMT -5
He found her, dark and easy-going pure and free, and he trapped her, this stallion of mine, he trapped her in a cage where eternity reigned and he ruled strongest, where it was compliance or clash - and he would always win, he knew this without fail. He was eternal in his mercilessness, his cruelty, and he would not spare a mare that had taken his favour for he was ruthless and brutal, accentuated by the pallid, ghostly skin trembling with spider-web veins and the dark, emotionless eyes that remained cold and uncaring. He reigned, he was of power, and he knew of the ways things should be and set them right in his herd.
And the cold, emotionless stallion watched her with an indifference that was frightening or unsettling in the least; let his eyes sway and dance over the vigorous and seductive curves of her body and the roughly-cut wildness which she brought with her. His touch could become so soft, so sensitive, so malicious with very few, and even then if he plucked at flesh with his teeth in such a delicate manner, oe placed a nip to their hide and watched the thin trickle of blood flow, and he cared not. Ahmar watched her with a malice that had always been there, his neck remaining in the arch ”So, dearest.” he ran his muzzle down the curve of her neck again ”What would you care to do…?”
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 18, 2006 8:51:25 GMT -5
Shattered snorted,shaking her head slightly.She was raised amongst such actions,all the touching and luring,and had grown accustomed to it,but had never really favored it so much.She watched him,her eyes cold and full of such hatred,it was like venom to the soul.She said nought a word,but nodded slightly.Her eyes focued on a patch in the distance before they wander about before coming to rest on the form of Ahmar,sculpted it was,chiseled out of the very things that were borne from the darkness.Very good question...but I am aware of the fact I have no right to speak on actions.This land may be my home,but you are the one that rules over it
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Post by r.andom on Jul 18, 2006 13:59:21 GMT -5
He, spun of shadow and mystery, knew of his own longing to touch her, to feel the smooth serenity of skin against skin, flesh against flesh – he longed to slide against her, to feel her there and with him always, to let silence wrap around them, to run his muzzle along the fine hairs of her spine and feel the whiskers prickle like velvet when you rubbed it the wrong way – oh, she was velvet, and so far he’d been velvet too, and they – they rubbed each other the right way.
Such malice could be seen in his stance, such aggression in the way he held himself – he had no finesse such as many stallions, only the brutality of the real world, only what was really there. He cared not for things such as most stallions most do. His hazel voids watched her calmly smirking at her remark.
"Well no. I like it when you speak your mind. Because believe me, it comes in handy."
ooc:
Lemme know if you wanna have a foal or anything.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 19, 2006 9:38:37 GMT -5
Shattered snorted,tossing her head rather violently,her tassel lashing side to side,it was her way of thinking.Her wildness would strike any in awe as she stood before the hessian,her cold eyes seeming to gaze through him instead of at him.No,she would not speak again,not right now anyway.She was borne of cold fire and hell's demons and would not be treated like some common wench.She,the very embodiment of hell's angel,wanted power above all else.
She was carved from the very face of hatred,malice,darkness and just pure wildness.Her body was shapely,and muscles were built for surviving in the wild,alone,even if it did mean attacking others.But she could be as velvet soft and smooth too.A little talk and chat sounded a bit pleasing as she stood there,watching.Finally,she turned,watching Ahmar,the stallion that seemed to take her breath away without any reason of doing so.She smiled so wickedly and moved over to him,running her maw down his neck and across his flank,stopping at his hindquarters and nipping ever so lightly.She steps away before speaking into his ear in such a calm and tantilizing voice. A walk and chat sound pleasing to the ears...as does your malicious voice
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Post by r.andom on Jul 19, 2006 9:56:41 GMT -5
Assurance, that was he.
Self assurance to the point of over confidence, infinite and lethal, stretching ahead of him as a one-way road with no way back, curves and twists, double-takes and checkpoints – that was Ahmar. Snide, swift, elegant and agile – warrior-like with a curving body and cat-like reflexes, he was all of this and more, much more. Servant of the devil, dark soul, Satan’s second in command (and this he was not afraid to admit – this was a thing, to him, to be proud of, not to hide.) oh, he was stereotype, typecast to the extent where he was in a league of his own.
Ah, his step was smooth, gliding as his pace increased, for he seemed somehow to have discovered a way to reduce the friction of his walk, and now he appeared upon the sandy shoreline of the inlet, his hoof prints light and shallow and his hurried pace quickly replaced by the easy grace as he slipped across the startling white beach to the side of Silver once again, one of the more that interested him greatly, for she was submissive and passive, almost uncaring in her way (Or so it seemed, but Ahmar was not usually one to take a book by its cover – he would investigate her first) and now he moved from flanks to head, uncaring that he had not given a warning of his presence as he ran his velvet muzzle in a chilling way up her spine, pausing to lip at her mane and nip at an ear ”Yes, I suppose it does.” and he is mockery and deceit, then, although he is curious, curious.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 19, 2006 10:06:21 GMT -5
She had expected him to do that,and was not in the least surprised. Shattered wrinkled her maw in pure disgust of the thought.How mares could do such a thing,willingly obey without reason,she would not know,and nor would she wasnt the pleasure of knowing.She had grown up in a dark world,and in this world,she shall remain.She had grown up learning many things,and she knew more than most,but some surpassed her in her knowledge.She wasn't so easily amused or entertained or anything of the sort.
A small shudder ran down her spine at his touch,but it was not because of the fact that he had snuck up on her.The nip at her ear coused another to travel down her spine.Such a pleasing feeling,but she felt as if she were being teased.So instead,she returned to speaking,even though the conversation wouldn't last too long.She felt a sort of...longing,in her for Ahmar,but she wouldn't give in to it.So...tell me of this land we are now on....surely you had to fight someone off for it...
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Post by r.andom on Aug 1, 2006 14:19:49 GMT -5
The brilliant reds, oranges and yellows decorating the trees were a wondrous sight, the myriad of colors flashing, showing off to the world. The sun shone brightly down from the crystal blue expanse that was the sky, warming the chillier months of autumn with its ever present rays. The beauty of the golden day was completely lost on the black stallion as he lounged easily near his mare after there little get to-gether. Her mystery shrouded occuli rested almost lazily on the fae, yet their hazel depths still seemed to drink in every detail, observe every minute twitch of a muscle. Even at ease, it was an unnerving sight, bellying the plastered exterior; still holding strong unlike Silvers’s fading cover.
If Ahmar could be said to have a favorite season, it would be winter. He far preferred the chill stillness of the frosty white landscape to the raucous green buds of spring or summer. In his estimation, fall was not a bad season either. The birds were disappearing to warmer climates for the winter, the insects leaving and allowing one at least some small comfort. Of course, Ahmar was rarely comfortable, even if he appeared to be so. To believe everything you see would be a grave mistake, for some things can hide even in plain sight. Al-Ahmar for example, was so very different on the interior than he appeared to be. The only window through that thingyy, self absorbed exterior were his eyes, and even those could lie sometimes.
Ahmar quietly watched Silver, permanent smirk toying with his lips. If one took the time to notice, they may see that the two – the stallion and the mare – were complete opposites. Silver was soft and gentle, kind as well. Much like the rose she could be compared to but with thorns.. Ahmar however, could not be considered anywhere near soft. He was a hard, matter of fact stallion, merely doing things for the interest of himself. He did not care much about others,[other as in ones who we stuck-up and too perky] and preferred to live in reality. It seemed somewhat ironic, so much like night and day these two equines were. But this is not where Ahmar's thoughts drifted as she watched the fae. "Well, accualy no. It was free at the time I arrived. Disappointed arn't you?" .
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Aug 9, 2006 18:13:16 GMT -5
I suppose you could say that... She let her gaze travel across his bodice,tracing the muscles with her eyes before they came to rest on his visage.I was hoping you could explain the way you beat down the other stallion. Deep below her seemingly nice exterior,lay a monster that craved violence and bloodshed.Oh yes,there was more to her than what meets the eye.
(Bad post...T.T)
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Post by r.andom on Aug 9, 2006 18:44:33 GMT -5
Thick clouds roiled overhead, though no precipitation fell from the sky. Even with cloud cover, the brilliant brightness of the snow could be blinding. When the sun was out though, you had to walk around with your eyes constantly squinted. All in all it was not particularly comfortable, but even so Al-Ahmar preferred winter[which was soon to arrive] far more than spring or summer. All the raucous creatures had either fled south for the bitter cold of the winter or burrowed deep in their dens to wait for the onslaught of spring. Being the warrior that he was, Ahmar favored the frigid quiet of winter over the cacophonous heat of summer.
Hazel occuli remaining steady on well the bleakness around him, its mysterious depths seeming to pierce right through the cover ups, Ahmar lounged easily in the chilling cold. The smirked lolled on his lips, ever-present and somewhat disarming. He appeared to be completely relaxed, at least, as relaxed as his harsh, muscular frame could appear. The mask he so often wore was firmly in place, though if you looked closely enough, his eyes told the lie to the costume. There was no doubt Ahmar was a dangerous horse, his hazel occuli showing such calculated deadliness that there could be no mistake. And make no mistake, for despite those many layers, he could certainly be a viperous equine.
Watching, Silver he smirked. "Well, sorry to disappoint you. And well, another question." he paused a moment. "Would you care to have a foal?"
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Aug 10, 2006 8:08:13 GMT -5
A foal? The question seemed to come out of nowhere,yet,somewhere.The white hellion snorts lightly,flicking her head ever so slightly so the forelock that had plastered itself to her visage came loose and moved out of her way.Jet black eyes studied him once more,calculating how the foal might turn out to be.She closes her eyes and thinks upon it for a moment before speaking.And what might this foal turn out to be? Worthy to be called a dark?To shed blood and claim lives?Oh yes,nasty little monster she was,her mind constantly thikning of the violence in the world,even though she hardly spoke of it.
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Post by r.andom on Aug 10, 2006 8:17:36 GMT -5
His features remain expressionless and lackadaisical, his face marble and his beetle-black eyes as cold as ever. Auds twitching to catch the wrentch's words he waited a few moments before replying. "Yes. I suppose, because well look at it's dam and sire." he smirked, letting his muzzel run down Silver's nape.
ooc ll been posting all morning. no muse.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Aug 10, 2006 8:31:22 GMT -5
The characteristic smile of hers appeared on her maw for only a moment before vanishing,replaced by a smirk.You have a good point there... Her tassel flicks violently side to side.I suppose we shall have a foal then...
ooc: I know how that feels...T.T
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Post by r.andom on Aug 10, 2006 8:38:44 GMT -5
A bitter wind whistled quietly through the nearby trees, rustling the bare branches, causing them to scratch together. Other than the frigid breeze, the only sound audible to Ahmar’s flickering lobes was the gentle inhale and exhale of the mare as she breathed. The wind bit against his crimson coat, snatching at the long, tangled locks draping down his neck and ruffling his ashy tial. Despite the chill of winter, he far preferred it to spring. The still and quiet suited him better than the noisy squawking of returning birds. Not to mention the mud that caused a horse slip and slide his way along as he tried to walk. The heat however, did not particularly bother Ahmar.
"Ok. Off we go then." he smirked, beforing picking up a 2-beat towards the breeding grounds.
ooc ll you can post there if you want.
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