Watch Out for the Ivy, it's Poisonous...

[utterdrknss]

Poison Ivy

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As my slender stilts carried me across the auction land, I smelled the fumes of many a things. The smell of heat and a tinge of blood wafted up towards my nares. I needed to be here, but yet I was far superior to this place. Me? A cast away slave? I think not.

Tossing my tiara high I walked away, away from all the dreaded autcion house to another branch of it. I knew that I had to be claimed, but I was gonna make the stag work for me. Far away, I walked.

Vines of ivy crept up the crumbling stone arches, the vines twining around it's rocky surface. Leaves grasped at the fading sunlight that broke through the thick foliage above. The whispers drifted on the silent wind that now ruffled the treetops, letting in more of the pale light. The small emerald spades danced in the ever so gentle breeze.

My ashened bod made it's way around the crumbling foundation. Irons rang loud upon the vine encroaching floor of the old establishment. My dial was held high as I attempted to escape from the confines of the forest, from the ruthless claiming. I knew where I was, though not of this part, and that was what scared me. Though the fright faded into the sure thrill of exploration.

As daggers struck earth, I wandered around the old decaying building. My ebony bod swayed through the land, avoiding the falling towers that popped up here and there. Whipcords snapped against my muscular flanks, black stilts carrying me forward. My black banner was hung high, releasing my sickly sent that only vix's possesed. The scent of a wildflower, the sent of a temptress wafted from my sweat glistened bod.

Crown held high, daggers striking earth, tearing at the brush that held beneith. With each flick of my tassels my scent escaped my being, riding on the wind to foreign places, getting caught up in the others. I grew anxious, though not for my inprisonment but for the awaiting of a stag. I was aware of the facts that my scent was addictive to studs, and it bothered me that none had showed. I figured that there were done worthy enough to come find me. My dagger struck again as I released more of my tempting smell.

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[Pyrrhüloxia]

_{Strolling through the darkening woods of the forest surrounding the Auction Rock, a shadow made his way. At a steadfast gait, none stood up to his drifting walk, silken trot and flowing gallop; none stood close to his impressive brawn, or garbed a coat so richly an obsidian hue as he. And none dared stand before him lest his insanity tear them apart in a shower of ruby blood. The Maggot Lord was a creature born from hell’s womb, his speed and agility was unmatched by anyone, save one, but he was no where near. The ghastly scars marring The Maggot Lord’s uniform black coat were terrible indeed. They turned many eyes, both towards him and away with their unadulterated hideousness. Such is each gash that the scars dig deep into his hide and make puzzles up and down the sturdy broad side of his neck. Flowing freely above the terrain, which so easily sank in under his one ton weight, even bathed in the shimmering shafts of sunlight, his ebony pelt along with its huge scars shined none. Not a bit of sheen graced his intimidating form as it weaved gently and silently between the shriveled brown trunks of bare trees whose skeletal branches tangled with the slight fog that came with winter. Oh how The Maggot Lord detested winter! Where he originally hailed from, winter was something told in fables by the mouths of old, time ridden stallions. And even this seven year old found no time for such childish folly.
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Emerging from the large forest of skeleton trees with a short, quick leap over a hedge or two, The Maggot Lord landed upon silver/black talons sizing up to the diameter of human dinner plates without much sound or effort, then he paused mid-stride. His was the face of ultimate danger, and his presence was much feared by most, hated by all. He knew the creature he was, and like the rest of his kind, accepted it without hesitation. For to refuse such a gift, even one like his, would be foolish to the last degree. There was none like him except his people. And while this onyx brute wonders about the wit in these so-called, ‘light coats’, he too should be wondering to himself about the destruction his breed causes. For while they seem to be supernaturally strong, they are not invincible, and a destruction may be at hand.
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A mutation, a monster. That be him, that be the Maggot Lord. And it was with great reluctance that he brought his royal self to these parts once again. It would be his last visit, for the claiming of slaves was something best left for those weaker masters. And Fear of Darkness was no weaker master, nor a master, but a king. And in a way, the stag’s excellent countenance made one think of a king, a mighty king. Even the lines of shadow building the fine foundation of his face, and the features themselves held a look of grim evil yet years of wisdom. As handsome as Darkness' face was, and as muscular as his body was, no mare wished to be with him except a certain few. Those who weren't fools and knew how to deal with The Maggot Lord. Nonetheless, while he himself did respect those few mares, never would love penetrate the sinewy boundaries of his charred heart, beating violently within a well armored cage. And the violent nature of this hellion always ended up hurting everything around him no matter what, and it always would.
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Snapping dense pistons into action, they raised high towards his chest where the coarse roughness of his lengthy mane swept over the flat surface of a bony knee. Powerful hindquarters set to work as the tank set forth over the ground, fiery vermilion eyes blazing with the eternal hatred writhing within his tortured form. Stern eyes scrutinized the sorry figures penned up and without freedom. They knew pain, they knew it well. But to be claimed by Darkness was to know a pain that lasted a lifetime, and no one escaped his grasp... no one.
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Coasting as an intangible ghost, head facing always forward with both crimson eyes concealed under the tangled locks that was his forelock, Darkness' stylish gait was nigh as impressive as the mighty fine crest curving elegantly and high under the curtain of gorgeous sable hair cascading down in a mass of watery waves, nipping at the small of his back. Matching this unusual, if not eerie grace, was the ground-dragging length of billowing tail licking the brute's hocks. And the spawn of Satan was on the hunt. Hauling himself across pen after pen, cage after cage, staring with apathetic eyes at every figure passed. Darkness needed a prize, some sort of bargaining tool, and if not that, at least lunch for his hound. Or perhaps even another broodmare, never can have enough of those. Darkness rolled his eyes, he was tired of living with light coats, exhausted from training them to behave. He just wanted blood, blood and torture, but all those who lived with him were not fit for his proficiencies. Such a waste.
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When all had been spotted and accounted for, without further ado Darkness departed. Ambling down a crooked path that led back into the wintry forest crowned with snow and dead foliage. This time he took a different path. The dark entrance to the path had been staring at him for nearly a year now, beckoning to him to stride down its path to-- where? Probably some master's hut or something. Wherever it led, Darkness followed without question. Daring to dig deeper, his gait never slowed, only persisted in its elegance. Soon the path was all but gone, leaving him to dodge the prickly thorn bushes and grabbing vines of other plants. While easy, somehow the feathering over his great hooves still held and brought along clacking leaves. Silent as the whispers of wind, Darkness continued along his way.
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Suddenly, out of no where it seemed, a pleasant scent clouded the air within his nose. Halting abruptly, it could be seen, the dark creature's nostrils stretched wide as he inhaled deep. An eager mare was releasing her scent in the dead of winter? Turning his mass around, The Maggot Lord only just realized she was possibly in the dense foliage beside himself. What a coincidence. An eager mare like herself might provide a productive broodmare.
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Stepping quietly through the band of withered and half withered plant-life, Darkness crossed the distance between them. She was definitely a slave, just the way she carried herself and smelled, it gave it all away. And Darkness was an expert when it came to discovering the rank of any equine. Besides, they were still within the boundaries of Auction Rock, she was no free liver. Holding himself firm, Darkness encroached upon her space before stopping just feet away. He was no frightened colt and took things with a straightforward seriousness.
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Regarding this female in his haughty, regal stance, with both front limbs aligned with each other under his weight, straight and perfect, Darkness raised his head and snorted audibly. While he weighed a ton, quite literally, he was thin and the most fit of any stallion this mare would ever meet. There was a moment of debate, however, normally, at least previously he used to toss one half of his forelock aside and study his pick, revealing to the slave his bright red eyes. It seemed such a waste of time, and besides, he saw her fine enough. The female's scent, though pleasant enough, was an utter nuisance. He wasn't looking for a mate, especially from this broad. It was plain to see, as his gaze swept over her delicate form, that she was the type that seduced and tempted. How distasteful, living a life of pleasure without anything to your name. The slave already reminded him of Forte who, as well, had that little bit of manipulativeness abound around and above her. She nearly screamed it, this one. Slowly cocking his chiseled roman skull off to the side, Darkness' throaty words rolled forth from his maw, deep as the earth shaking rumble of angry thunder, or the tremulous sound of a volcano ready to unleash her wrath to all who defile her below. His voice was the voice of a demon's.
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“I see a fine lass standing before me. Would you, perchance, give me your name and reason for escaping Auction Rock?” Slow were his words as the sable beast took a daunting step forward, turning his crania off to the other side as though watching her from every angle. His voice, though hard to discern from between the resonate sound and deepness, was the voice of a lecher's, though that is not what he had in mind.
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She was fairly beautiful, long-legged and slender; compared to himself anyway. She could be mistaken as a stallion if turned around or caught from the back. And she had muscle, but was still a scrawny thing compared to his own bulk and strength. She stood a good 1.2 hands lower than himself, not a magnificent height difference, but it definitely gave Darkness the advantage over the sturdy wench. A smirk caught the corners of the brute's mouth, he could not help but smile at how she looked so prideful. The Maggot Lord did not stand for pride in his presence, if she spoke to him in such a manner as she showed by her actions, this meeting could turn ugly.}

[utterdrknss]

Poison Ivy

Time passes like the hands of a clock, just ticking by as I stand there waiting. The brush started to shake around me. Frightened, I stepped away, expecting a large bulldozer or elephant to come through, and I wasn't far off.

A stag the size of Godzilla walked my way, his stance showing confidence. He held his head high, pride gleaming in his orbs. He was not 1.2hh higher then me, though it sill looked like he towered over me. I had to take a step back to take in his full appearance.

His words shook the ground, rattled my ears. They were deep and masculine, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to listen, only catching pieces. His voice frightened me, though I did not know why. I did not frighten easily.

Standing tall, trying to my might to be eye to eye with him, I parted my kissers to sing my sweet song...

The name's Poison Ivy, though you can just call me Ivy. I'm out here because I don't need to be in that dreadful place. There is to much lower class people. I can't stand it. I thought that maybe I would get away, hopefully, someone worthy enough would come looking, or maybe just stumble upon me...

I tried to smile, to seem pleasant. I did not want to get on this stallion's bad side. I had been standing there for only a minute sizing him up when a large breeze came through, whipcords fluttering in the wind. I had just realize to late my situation as a heavenly scent filled the air unintentionally.

Watch out for the ivy, it's poisonous...

(wow... I am SOO JEALOUS of your rp... ahahah.. )

[caluroso]

(is this thread still open/active?)

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Ooc: Yes it is

With her arrogant words the wraith-like brute could not help but snort in his disagreement. As he did so, so too was the mare's scent wafted away from his nostrils. Luckily he wasn't in his usual temperamental mood. Flexing his broad, muscled shoulders, even though her scent still managed to penetrate his inner confines of the muzzle where they toyed with his senses, he ignored any impulse and instead rolled his eyes from amusement. The breeze paid no heed to the twin locks concealing his crimson orbs, so the true nature of his personality was not revealed to this ego ridden mare.

"Well, my dear, I find no reason why one such as yourself should not be in the Auction Rock. A slave is a slave and there is no hierarchy within that rank." brassy tones pressed more and more towards his malevolent cause. He wished to chance another step forward but feared she might turn and flee from him. It was difficult confronting a horse meant to be claimed when they had to confines penning them to a certain location. His dealings would have to be impeccably precise and cautious to the utmost measures.

"However, if you wish it, I can take you to a place where you will be free to roam, a place devoid of slaves if I may be so bold as to say. There I assure you will be everything you may be looking for, and more."

Convincing tones spoke clear through the deepness of the obsidian beast's voice. Lips parted and smiled vaguely until stained ivories, straight yet quite daunting in appearance, gleamed from under the shadow of his mouth. Both auds perked forward so as to not show or hint towards any hostility. She was a fine lass, even with her boyish looks. A broodmare like herself would make some skilled fighters, especially if she was as fiery inside as her eyes led Darkness to believe. She had a sense of dignity too. Refusing to mingle with the lower ranks even though she herself bore the title of slave.

An average mare with plenty of steam and anger, filled with her own hotheadedness. Such a personality was hard to deal with when the opposer boasted such a personality as well. But by this time Darkness was an expert when it came to confronting any equine with similar traits as himself. It just took a bit of lying here and a bit of manipulation there. All done in complete secrecy of course. Not yet had anyone discovered The Maggot Lord's true intentions, or should I say, true evilness on their own. Not unless he first, deliberately to say the least, offered them his full rage. And my how most regretted angering the giant monster.

[utterdrknss]

Poison Ivy

Take no arrogance in my words sir, nor rebuttal, but I don't associate myself with the Auction Rock because even though I am a slave now, I was once a master, and I guess I still carry that train of thought...

I said solemly, my tiara lowering slightly in an effort to please him. His size was frightful but not devastatingly scary. I did not wish to anger him, nor boast about my past, I just simply wanted for him to know why I wasn't with the others.

Audits perked as his second song came around, taking them in deeply. I waited a minute before answering him, wanting to make sure I had comprehended everything he said. Kissers parted as sweet lyrics drifted on the wind towards him...

Well sire, you are a master, and I am nothing but a slave. So if you wish to offer me that great chance, I shall gladly accept it, though I know I would still be under your supervision...

I nodded slightly, taking a step forward, then another. I headed away, nuzzling around in the brush. I found a little green grass and started nibbling on it. By now I had trusted the stag to behave himself, so I didn't try to hide my scent anymore, it didn't seem to affect him. I smirked as I thought to myself. Pulling my head up, I called over my shoulder,

Excuse me for some boldness, but may I know your name sir?

Watch out for the ivy, it's poisonous...

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>A right eye twitched involuntarily as she spoke her question asking his name. They way she spoke out of line was so irritating, but never did Darkness show his true nature in public, not unless absolutely necessary. Looking around, the place was actually quite secluded, however, it would still pay off to wait. "It be Fear of Darkness and my title is, The Maggot Lord." he responded, approaching her from behind with soft steps and in a none threatening way. Swerving around her body, he nudged her a little with his rock solid shoulder, raising one brow as he looked down at her.

"Do you wish to leave or shall we waste time here with idle banter?" the obsidian brute asked, feeling very impatient all of a sudden. Her scent was filling the close vicinity and it was burdensome on his senses. "We can at least walk and talk if you would prefer to know me better." he suggested as an added statement.

Most mares always wanted to talk, and there seemed no way out of it, so he would talk if she wanted him too. Besides, he sort of wished to know herself a little better as well.

Ooc: Sorry it's so crappy. >.<</sub>

[caluroso]

ooc: okay sorry about that : )

[utterdrknss]

Poison Ivy

His name spooked me, though not in fear. It caused me to want to learn more about his existance, about his home. He was an instering character to me.

I felt his presence from behind, frightening me. I braced my legs, waiting for his weight, though it never came. His rock hard shoulder was pushing on mine as he stared down at me. I lifted my tiara, expecting to have him hit me in some way.

Standing as tall as I could so as to not look small compared to him, I nodded my head. Kissers parting to sing softly,

Yes, we can talk along the way if you wish. Shall I follow you?

I knew it was a stupid question the way it came out. As if I knew the way to his land. Of course I would have to follow him! grr, I hated myself for even speaking, I looked so stupid. I knew he would think so much less of me now...

Watch out for the ivy, it's poisonous...

[Pyrrhüloxia]

life is way too hectic right now, can we just pretend he said, "blah blah, okay let's go," xD so the post is finished?