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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 11, 2008 21:24:28 GMT -5
-- | Kadaver | -- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | -- Trotting into the terrain, the tall, ebony vixen kept an easy pace. Her eyes wandered, looking to her right and taking in the beautiful sight of a pair of nesting, red-chested robins feeding their screaming young. Even at the bald bald little youngin's, Kadaver's eyes softened. Spring was her favorite season. The air was crisp and fresh as the previous snowy season left this part of the planet and fled to the opposite. New grass began to sprout beneath her hooves and older spears began to take their proper shape, breathing again without the constant pressure of the heavy snow suffocating it. Babies of all species ran and romped throughout the forest floor and canopies alike, taking in their first knowings of the world around them Innocence is such a beautiful thing... The fae thought to herself as she swiftly moved across the dusty earth beneath.
Only after her front left flint caught a small rock and she stumbled foreword, catching herself before plummeting to the ground, did she notice the sudden increase of large creatures. The Hell...? She slowed, taking her steps much more cautiously at a casual walking stride. Excuse me, She whispered to a broken spirited hellion, his forlorn expression taking her by surprise when he looked up at her avoiding eye-contact. Little did she know that he was mistaking her for a mistress with her stance of pride and dignity. Could you tell me where I am? She quieted further, noticing she had caught the attention of another. A wolf, also seemingly broken in spirit.
This place gives me the creepers... She thought again, pasting her auds against her black crown as she awaited an answer from the male. The Rock... He answered bluntly and then slowly trailed off to her right with an expression of such shame it almost made her want to cry out. The Rock. At least it was where momma had told her to go. But why? She simply stood there, relaxing and letting her back right hoof hang as she awaited for something to happen. Maybe someone a little more...bubbily would decide to address her.
The sunlight of the morning gently kissed her pelt as it filtered through the treetops above. Dav leaned her tall, beautiful frame against the large, obvious boulder. Her forelock hung entirely over her bright brown eyes, the tip of both it and her mostly ground-grazing, black appendage fading to white. Mostly all, long, gorgeous legs, Daver stood at about fifteen hands, and even in her relaxed state, her pride showed through her shinning eyes.
Kadaver had no idea that she was selling herself off to the will of another. The poor mare had no idea what on Earth she was getting herself into, but there she stood, plain as day, ready to be picked off by any sick minded hellion who thought themselves bold enough to take her at a dumb attempt to break her wild spirit. |
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Post by hero on Feb 11, 2008 23:09:30 GMT -5
Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song Again I find myself searching the bin for a new toy. What am I to do?
The thought rattled lightly upon my thinking pad as my paces brought me to the Auction Rock. I had been here a few times before but so far nothing had caught my interest. Ice blue optics took in the diminishing frames of wolves and equines alike stood there their dials to the ground. A few turned to me yet the stags looked away instantly. The mares lingered though one being brave enough to step close to me. Hey big boy! Her voice sounded weakly and was a pathetic attempt at being seductive.
Get away from me wh*re.
My lyrics wound around each other until they became a snake lashing out with all fangs. A front hoof came out and struck the wench down. Black whipcord lashed out and slapped my ebon and ivor pelt. Soon the shadows began to dance upon my pelt until all you could see was the white.
Tossing my crania my tresses fell over my facade. I stopped my pillars which brought me to a relaxed stance. Once more my pools roved over the canines and equines. I wasn't impressed and a sigh slid forth from my lungs. Nares flared lightly until suddenly a scent drifted to me. Dial rose with a snapping motion which sent my tassels flying. Once more my nares flared taking in the sweet oxygen only to thrust out the carbon dioxide. Blues optics quickly were casting about until they finally settled on what I had been searching for.
There a few feet before me was a black filly beside a rock. She hung there limply with a lost look on her features. A smirk tugged at the corner of my maw as I slid forward. Her ebon pelt was clear of scars and by her condition I could tell she had recently come.
My, my. I'm pretty sure it's not my birthday so the heaves must be smiling down at me.
Thoughts were gruff and in a laughing tone as I drew nearer. The scar that slid down my forehead would have told the filly who I was if she had been around the area more often. The false shield of concern and innocense engulfed my pools and posture as I drew in oxygen once more.
I'm sorry to bother you M'dear, but you look a little lost. Do you need any help? |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 14:30:10 GMT -5
//ooc: I'm sorry if our posting together reads wierd. I can't write in first person for crap. I'm really high on detail which sometimes can't be accessed in first person. ^^'\\
The ebony mare flinched, her bodice tightening with the added tenseness waht dwindled in the air as the mare was thrown to the ground, her painful whinnies echoing in Kadaver's audits. The rest of the creatures around, both canine and equine alike, did the same though it took them much longer to calm themselves. Why was everyone so high-strung around here? She sighed, relaxing as the mare staggered to her feet and cantered off amongst the crowd. Her harks relaxed into a much less strained and attentive possition, one flicking behind her and the other directed foreward. Her deep chocolate pools directed twords the ground watchning a small bug carefully make it's way across the clearing. She could almost feel it's fear of being stepped on by the multitudes of larger feet around here, or maybe it was someone else's fear of being walked on she was sensing. Either way, it was undoubtably there.
The area darkened around her, the shadow that would be her unwanted and unknowing downfall embracing her frame. She glanced up, meeting the gaze of a tall stallion. A long, white scar etched itself into his forehead and icy blue jewels embedded themselves in his sockets, peeking out from behind his black forelock. He was quite built, and obviously not someone to mess with, as portrayed earlier, but her inner fire would not stand for being smothered. He was bigger than her, there was no doubt about that and looked like a cross-breed between a quarter and a cow. Her mind wandered as it often did, giving her the image of a bull mounting a quarter and she erupted into a roar of laughter, almost spitting in the hellion's face. Blinking as she realized that she had let out an outward expression of rudeness to the brute who had just struck down a mare with ease who was larger than her, still, her listeners pasted against her head and her features took on a look of apology.
Lost, no. I don't think so anyways. This is "This Rock", right? She lowered her cranium slightly, not at all reconising the authority but merely still trying her hand at an apology. |
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Post by hero on Feb 12, 2008 16:45:46 GMT -5
OOC: It's fine. ^.^ When I have a fair bit of muse I post in first yet sometimes post in third. My apologies to you though, your posts are far better than mine. Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song The saliva flew and hit me in the face. My lids snapped shut just in time and I stood there in disguist for a second. But slowly my dial reached down and I rubbed the grime off by scratching it upon my leg. Slowly I allowed my neck to bring my head to it's usual height and I looked to her with the same expression I had held before. Play it cool. My own thoughts whispered through the caverns within my skull as if spoken by another. I drew my breath in lightly and blew it out in a regular breath. Once more my nares flared lightly to take in the scent and I watched her lower her stance slightly. That pleased me enough to calm my soul.
Twin harks suddenly swiveled atop their perch as the mare spoke. Her words were cautious slightly though they were a question. This is "This Rock" right? Her words gave away the fact that she had no idea where she was or what she had gotten herself into. Once more the smirk slid onto my maw and I dipped my head lightly.
Well this is the area yes but I doubt you will find an exact rock to which they refer. But what is a mare like you doing in a place such as this?
The words slipped through my velvet kissers with chilling ease as I stood watching her. Already my muscles were begining to get ready incase she tried to make a break for it. There was no way I was leting this toy slip away. My thoughts were darker than usual yet as soon as I imagined her body bruised and broken I pushed the images away. That was not the kind of stallion I was. Although I could be cruel at times I would never break a mare physically. I liked mine in perfect condition and with a little spunk. Was that too much to ask? |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 18:37:19 GMT -5
//ooc: This one was kinda poopy. You really think so? Daver is the first horse I've every roleplayed. o.O I love you posting style though, very descriptive for first person. Usually I get bored while reading first view posts, but yours are nice and descriptive and really let the reader into Hero's head. Nice job! -props-\\
She lifted her head, reading in his icy eyes that she wasn't going to share the same fate as the other mare. Those eyes... She had never seen anything like them. They were chilly in color and her bocide picked up on it, makeing her legs tingle. Kadaver had hardly ever seen any other horses besdes her mother and aunt and a few others while traveling, but none of them held any difference in the normal brown eye-color. What is a mare like you doing in a place such as this? He had asked, forcing her mind to have her pupils glance around to the other mares. She definately stood out and these gals were in great need of a pep rally, that was for sure.
My hooves brought me here, that's all I know. She bluntly stated, flicking her long black forelock out of her chocolaty eyes. Curse her father's friesian blood flowing through her veins. She had tripped over her tail more than once and her hair was always in her face, aggitating her beyond belife. She was always tossing her tresses, giving her a naturally wild look, even when she wasn't trying at it. Speaking of...places. What kind of place is this? She asked, flattening her listeners against her crown as she watched a young colt beinging hauled away by a meniacal male, it's mother obviously the mare hysterically crying off to the right. Kadaver shuddered slightly before turning back to the large brujo infront of her. |
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Post by hero on Feb 15, 2008 19:27:24 GMT -5
OOC: aww thanks Kadaver! that means a lot to me *huggles* XD Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song The lack of knowledge amused me as I allowed my pillars to take a step closer to her ebon bodice. I looked it over with a swift slide of my eyes. She had a fair amount of muscle and her pelt was untouched. It was like finding a jewel amoung rocks. My heart beat its own fancy rythm as a moment of silence passed between us. I heard her words slither to my audits as she spoke of her hooves bringing her hear. I laughed within the twisted frame of my mind as she asked what kind of place this was. I knew then that the time was up and things were about to get physical. Her soul blazed in her eyes and already my mind was setting to work on what would most likely happen. Within my crania I instantly consider the possibilities and select those that fit what will happen. Then I can calculate just what to do to get what I want and at the moment this mare was it.
I let the silence continue a few moments longer as I took a few more pacing steps. I kept them retained as they burned to go faster. They wanted to close the distance between us. My body wanted to be next to hers and I wanted my ebon patches to melt with hers. It was an interesting thought for one such as me but, then again, I'm not your average stag.
"This is where little mares, like yourself, learn their place in the world. This is where the masters may come and claim their slaves. So, M'dear, I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me."
As my lyrics slipped from parted kissers my body snake forward and up to hers. I got to her side and nipped her lightly on the nape to get her riled up a little. Today I was in the mood for a challenge and boy did she look promising. My audits were pinned half way backwords and once more I flashed my ivors as I started to drive her to my lands. Eventually I hoped to establish a relationship that wasn't so full of hatred but now wasn't the time. Flints churned the earth in large heavy strides as my whipcord lashed. It was time to take my prize home. |
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Post by solyss on Feb 17, 2008 17:10:42 GMT -5
Ah what a lovely mid-day stroll...Stroll? Who uses that word? And sure, the outer environment was in a fairly decent mood with that blazing molten ball overhead and some fluffy little wisps of clouds, perhaps the dainty chirping of happy little birds hopping around...blah, blah, blah. Since when does that nonsense deserve the space to run through the mind? Who cares, He didn't at the very least. His eyes flicked about, spotting some sorry excuses for horses as he ever saw, sure they were slaves but they could at least have the decency to look alive. It was like walking through an isle of rotten produce, there for the picking, but the absolute worst quality.
Although his frame was ever held in a dominant manner, his stride and bored gaze made it clear that his interest was ebbing. His head dropped a few times, snatching at the lush patches of grass, just to give his mouth something to do if it wasn't flapping in useless conversation. His policy was quite simple, if you act like a slave, he treats you like one, and it wastes too much of his time to go around whipping up slaves. So, he wanted members of strength, intelligence, and whatnot...because he would not tolerate to much 'fat' to build upon his stronger forces, else a bloody diet might be store.
He flicked his thick tail at the d*mn pests that had dared to intrude his personal space...speaking of pests...Some hot headed stud seemed to be playing up a lovely little ebony creature. If he weren't mistaken, she didn't have quite the dejected, pitiful look that the other hags around here carried. With that, a spark began to flicker into the deep boredom of his mind, and now he had something to mentally chew on, a delicious piece of gum when you've got bad breath. Sleek pillars propelled his deep copper mass toward the incessant buzzing of their flapping lips. His bored appearance morphing into something of mild intrigue.
" What have we here..." He mumbled with a deep, monotonous tone. " Is this pest bothering you dear? " He directed his words toward the female, all but ignoring the brash stag, his gaze drifted indifferently, plume gave a few swishes, partially aimed to sting the closest area of the brute in a discreet mocking manner. So he had found some toys to play with, what better on a slow day? He really didn't get why his biology insisted that he eat all day whether hungry or not, the grass will be there tomorrow. It is as if the equine species was preparing for the apocalypse, storing fat as if they knew something was coming...wouldn't that be funny if tomorrow a meteor came crashing through the sky, Then, at least, he could be proved wrong. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 17, 2008 20:31:04 GMT -5
-- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | -- It wasn't too far into their conversation that yet another 'tall and proud' male butted in. Usually, she wouldn't mind the attention if this big boy wasn't so rude. Daver usually didn't judge on first impressions. She knew better than that, but this dark Hellion had already succeeded in getting under her skin. His attempt at seeming nice to her faded into the darkness as he lashed out at the cow-male with his tassle. The young black arabian narrowed her chocolatly eyes as she turned to the newcommer. Not quite, though I belive an excuse me is in order here. She bluntly stated in the other male's defence. |
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Post by solyss on Feb 17, 2008 20:59:44 GMT -5
You see, the difference between a creature worth nothing, and one worth time time, is the eyes. They are not a simply pair of nerves and tissues set into the sole purpose of seeing, they also are equipped within the facade in order to achieve a degree of telling as well. The creature may attempt to fabricate truth through words, but the eyes never lie, the conscious mind has no control over the innate expression within the very core of a being. This female eyes held poison, a fire or spirit if you will. The amusing aspect was that His orbs held something of the like, and immediately recognized the reflection. Oh, this was going to be fun.
His harks had at least the decency to swivel toward the source of the words emitted from the mare's mouth. He offered a few blinks in return, smirking inwardly at her defensive remarks. " Alright...well, excuse you, miss. " He said with a slight nod of his head, his lips twitching in a split-second smile. " You mean to say, you are enjoying this detestable creature's company? Hmm...I underestimated you then." He let loose a slight sigh, perhaps this fae was just a degraded slave in disguise, holding up a painted face and personality to fool the brutes that wander here. What a shame that would be...
But still, the eyes don't lie, can't emit something that is not. Thus, this mare was simply befuddling to him, and that made this ever so more enjoyable. Once he's gotten something, or someone figured out, he becomes bored and must either discard it, or get rid of it through other means...In any case, he wasn't about to the this other guy come and play with his new toy...He wasn't one to share.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 17, 2008 21:37:04 GMT -5
-- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | -- She snorted. That was good on her part. Not a mocking laugh, nor a compleate insult. Kadaver had no idea she had auctioned herself off. She had no idea that slavery even existed, for her mother took off with her before she was able to witness it's harsh cruelty. Detestable? Psh, he's got nothing on you, buddy boy. She thought to herself, her eyes narrowing futher, and simply wording her actual speech hardly any different.
You speak in formality, but your words are misplaced. Get some manners. She demanded, turning heel and flicking her back to him, her Friesian plummage slapping against his burly chest. Her harks pasted against her oynx crown an disaproval, she trotted, her head held high, to the splotched stallion's opposite side, putting his body inbetween her's and the darker brute's. Almost as if she were an entirely different horse, she looked up to the kinder of the two males with her prior expression of slight confusion and cheeryness. I apologise for him, since he can't seem to do it himself. As I was saying, what kind of place is this? She asked once again, awaiting an answer from Hero.
//ooc: Don't attack him, since he can't fight back unless Hero posts. I'm sure you know that, but I'm just throwing it out in the open.\\ |
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Post by solyss on Feb 17, 2008 21:53:05 GMT -5
His expression remained fairly indifferent and calm, he was quite amused by this mare's spunk, although it had a high probability of getting her into a mess of trouble. manners...? Oh what a sad reality, He was being quite the gentleman in terms of his actions and words...he would be sure she understood that at some point. But now, there were other aspects to take into mind. He watched the gal trot over to that mottled stud, turning only his head to watch. And then listened as she addressed the opposing masculine figure.
Before the female could close her mouth with and end to her speech, His vocals rang out with their smooth, deep tone. " This " he explained, regarding the surrounding area, " Is where Slaves wait around like little, sad pieces of meat, to be plucked away by roaming Masters. " So that explains a bit of her misconception of how to act around figures such as the two males she'd come across already..." It seems you've stumbled upon the wrong place to let your tongue flap too loosely, love. " His tone took on a sense of warning, eying the female more seriously with his last comment.
Silence again filled the gaps...although silent would be quite the understatement, since nothing was ever really quiet, his ears swiveled to pay minor attention to his surrounding. It was clear this mare was in for a shock, and he was waiting eagerly for her response to his explanation of her current situation.Oh yes, something shiny and new to break in...such is the perfect cure for boredom. His nostrils flared slightly, bodice stock still but for the twitches of muscles as insects breached the cover of skin. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 18, 2008 15:08:26 GMT -5
-- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | -- Slaves? I thought that was just a bed time story... She thought, glancing around at the forelorn, lost expressions of her fellow equines. Appearently not. She sighed, thinking back to her dam's sweet, serene voice telling the stories of how some slaves sold themselves off for a little fun at young ages, but then found themselves trapped for the remainder of their lives, shortened by their own rebellious nature. Who in their right mind would choose this kind of life... she thought aloud, her tones barely audiable to herself let alone anyone else.
Kadaver's chocolately brown occulis looked back to the dark male, who, yet again, had cut in. At least it was with some usefull information aside from simple heartless insults, although he didn't seem the type to leave it at that. Before long, her assumptions were correct. Excuse me? She snorted. Kadaver, daughter of Death Note and Tamaya, was no slave. She did no one's bidding but her own, and things were planned to be kept that way. Now now, how would you go about assuming that I wasn't a 'master' or whatever, like yourself? Do I honestly look like one of them? She asked sarcastically, motioning behind her to a beaten and scarred little welsh being dragged away by her tattered mane. |
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Post by solyss on Feb 18, 2008 16:01:49 GMT -5
Now, where was this little encounter going to be headed? This mare had a lot to learn about what it means to live in a place such as this...a shame she was so mislead...but perhaps all will have its meaning in due time. In truth, the copper brute enjoyed this mare's spark, her spirit was still unmaimed by overly eager brutes. Many held a misconception about how he ran things, and many will never live long enough to understand. His brow quirked as she spoke, it was as if she were trying to save herself...
" No, you don't look like one of them. You see, they have all been to hell and back already. You, on the other hand, are still fresh. " His eyes took on an eerie sheen as his vocals flowed smoothly through the air. " Do not fool yourself, dear. You've already established yourself as no master by siding with this here stag. " He nodded toward the opposing brute. His lips were drawn into a devious smirk, expression a mix between smug awareness, and sincerity. " One way or the other, you're going to be plucked away...a different life awaits you somewhere, it is simply a matter of whether you will become like all of the others, or maintain your personal attribute. "
He shrugged, gaze unwavering from the female. He knew, she probably viewed him as some smug, over confident jackass...all of which he supposed he was. The difference was in his plans for those that added to his ranks. No, this mare did not look, act, or present herself as a slave..and in his nature, she would not be treated as such, but the choice would be hers. He awaited a reply from her before offering his proposition. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 18, 2008 16:06:27 GMT -5
-- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | -- Well you know what? She got a little closer to the large Hellion, her muzzle about an inch away from his own. She was fast, and subconsiously knew she was crossing the line of respect, but Kadaver was irked, and the little voices in her head sounded nothing more than a monotone humming in the back of her audits, which in fact were pasted against her head. I'm no slave, so therefor wont be picked off. She stated arrognatly, snorting before beginning to move away from the two stallions.
Thanks for your kindness! Set back to her cheerful mood, she called back to the cow-brute, not sparing the other another glance. Daver broke into a canter then, her flints sparkeling in the sunlight that filtered through the tree-tops. She held a small grin on her muzzle, proud to know that she wasn't going to end up like the mare who had just jumped out of her way as she neared the tree-line.
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Post by solyss on Feb 18, 2008 20:22:42 GMT -5
He stood motionless as the female's soft muzzle came but mere inches from his. He must have struck the wrong note with her...and it caused subtle excitement. His breathing and pulse remained constant, taking in her words. He watched as she moved away from the testosterone laden males...waiting nearly half a minute before he began walking toward her. Then, she broke into a canter, at which point his stride lengthened into a ground-eating trot. His stride was calm, quiet, and within moments his voice rang out after her, smooth, but loud.
" You are correct dear, you are no slave...and I can offer you but one way to keep that true. " He slowed, and finally stopped, waiting to see if she would turn back to respond. If she were to continue on like this...then she was in for a huge reality shock. But, this stallion had never owned slaves through a concept like this. His slaves were only traitors and captives...You were not 'born' a slave, you were demoted to one due to your actions. It seemed silly that an able minded creature should be condemned to a life of slavery...it seemed like a waste of ability...and if it wasn't known already, The nameless stud was not one to waste anything. [/font][/blockquote] |
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