A Forte of Darkness[Tyrant/Forte]

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>As the light succumbed to coming twilight and the sky dimmed ever so slightly till naught but midnight black hues weaved tenderly between the tiny diamond stars flecking the night sky, Darkness bent his attention solely on the female. He had no qualms over admitting she was a graceful thing, a refined creature in beauty and deception. Yes, he could just taste it on her. She was playing him for a fool and the entire time Darkness would pretend to fall for it. Unfortunately for her, things had all gone according to plan, she was falling into his own little bit of manipulation. She had placed her cards in Darkness favor, and now it was time to wrap the game up, ever so subtly.

"You take me for a weakling who knows not how to control his subordinates. Not that I take you as anything less than an equal for now, had I wanted you to be my pet, you would have become it long ago. That, or you would be feeding the birds of the air by now with your rotting corpse. I admit thoughts like that are constantly flowing through my racing mind, but how could anyone, especially a leader, be so foolish as to force everyone to do his bidding? Nothing would ever get done and there would be nothing left for that leader but death."

Tossing his head high, turning to regard the lady with a remorseless smirk, resemblant of a mad man's smile, The Maggot Lord drew near Forte's person. Perhaps she ought to get to know the real Darkness before things get too comfortable around here? Might do the filly some good to know whom she is dealing with before making rash decisions. And rash she was it seemed. Forte was a subtle girl, taking things grade by grade, easily and professionally manipulating the simple minds of simple beings. Save Darkness, who was no simple being, and held a great many mysteries and secrets that not even his loyal subjects yet knew. This sharp-tongued mare certainly had another thing coming if she believed The Maggot Lord to be feasting on her words with brash hunger and a gullible mind. She would be a tough cookie to crack, though. If he were to unchain his needs now, it would break the spell.

Clearing his throat and composing himself in a formal manner, grin still intact, the grizzly brute dipped his head curtly, resuming a fiery stare into the filly's multicolored pools. Yes, a good addition.

"Hm, but a leader who uses eloquent speech and flowery words to sway those around him, he flourishes... for a time. However, without a right hand, he can still fall. Your position within my ranks shall not be in vain, Forte. And those you seek revenge from, I fear for them, for I train only the best, and if you wish it, I can train you to fight. Or," smiling gently, he spoke his next words. "Perhaps you can take place as queen by my side? Not that anything must sprout between us, it is just a position that seems to befit you." quietly Darkness waited.

The one and only reason he would offer Forte this grand opportunity was that E-tsi seemed a little on edge lately. She always told him she loved him, but somehow he knew she didn't, and was planning escape. Hd to be anyway. No one except Moon had ever been able to withstand his darkly ways for an overlong period of time. He did, after all, have a tendency to drive some mentally insane.</sub>

Status// Complete, finally! Lol
Word Count// 609
Notes// Sorry for the wait, lol. And since E-tsi is no longer being rp'ed by anyone, the position for alphaess is open.

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(( n.n posted.))

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Finished my post finally. =/

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>> Forte >>

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I must admit I'm flattered.

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>> Twin ears pricked and flickered as the grumbles and low tones of this beast tickled them. His voice was melodious in its own way, and could have an eerie way of captivating even the most cold of mares. The eyes that she'd sometimes meet staring into her own were dangerous. As dangerous as she, if not more. This brute was older, wiser, and more experianced. Forte was brash at times- but she was wise. The intelligent mare knew that he was more advanced than her due to his age and experience. However, for her being so young-- she was holding her own with this much feared brute. They bantered and peirced, verbally jostled and psychologically fought. Yet they both stood, and she was not winded nor discouraged. I'd say that she was doing a fair job proving herself infront of this stallion. [/size]

>> Darkness spoke his philosophies and his paradigms about his leadership abilities and Forte listened with acute senses. For being such a "non-talker" and "in such a hurry", the large black beast sure did stick around and chat! However, Forte --the lovely equine-- hardly minded. He was interesting, to say the least. Forte did not say anything between his words. There was nothing to say except nod her head a bit in aggreement. Even though the young female had no ready experience leading anything, per say, she was fully able and simply needed the opportunity. Darkness drew near to her, and instead of recoiling, a flirty smirk was given in mockery of all the females who flung themselves at any brute with a male organ. Aye, she was an interesting one, always testing and always pressing the mind of others. [/size]

>> A frown creased her brow, and an interested look casted across her lovely face as Darkness spoke of leadership and opportunity. He seemed to be partial to her. Forte was not surprised, and that was the cocky confidence in her-- but she was wary. Honored and esteemed, but trying to discern his purposed. After all, actions spoke louder than words. Darkness could very well be plotting. Offering such a lofty position, but really luring her to a slavery trap. The black beast was a tricky brute, and that's what possibly kept her so near to him. He was a different breed. One that she could not easily figure out. Loving a good challenge, this brute proved to be one of the most lovable. [/size]

>> Raising her nose a bit, flexing nostrils to take in a breath, she smelled his musty scent. It was not insulting in the least, and in some ways comforting. Darkness hinted at his possible desire to not become "lovers" and Forte thought on this topic. There was no trust between the two-- as of now. How, indeed, could two become such without trust being established? Forte was as much as a stranger to him as he was to her. She could very well be a spy, traitor, or simply a dead weight playing a good act. Darkness could be a bum, a tyrant, or worse. however, a flicker of competiveness and pride flashed in her eye and she knew that she could have no less than be the leader. If he did not give it to her, she'd take it. And if she did not take it there, she'd take it somewhere else. A smirk, eery and wild curved the corners of her mouth and she spoke with purpose,
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" My lord, Darkness, I have considered your offer and have made my decision. Yes, even in this short amount of time I have chosen. [/size][/color]

Forte's words were, surprisingly respectful. One would think her sarcastic and biting behavior would be most, erm, unrespectful. Oh, on the contrary. However, Darkness had a ways to go before he won her upmost respect.

" I will gladly take the position as Alphess of your clan, if you so wish to bestow it upon me. Fear not, my lord, you have possibly made the best decision in your life. "[/color]
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>> A chuckle rose in her throat as her confidence and healthy self esteem rose up. Shaking her neck, tossing her mane, the cold night air blew white smoke out her nostrils. Forte could not help but wonder what would become of her, of the herd she owned, and them. Darkness and Forte. He so tainted and she so fresh, yet not naive. They were indeed fire and ice, better when together. A chill ran down her spine and she flicked her tail. Perhaps she needed to take back what she had said earlier about him not being able to do anything for her. She had a sinking yet exciting feeling that he, indeed, could do a lot for her. More than he, or she, could ever imagined. [/size]

" My lord, under your rule, and beside your command I stand. However, I do warn you; respect me, and I will respect you. Trust me, and I will do the same. It will be most interesting to see what is in store for us. Perhaps we both know not what we have done."

>> Forte looked him over. There was an eerie silence, an eerie truth that fell upon the night. Would he take her to her land? She was "his" but still "not his" and he would soon know this if he tried to make any sort of move, either in general or sensual, without first building trust or respect. She was no willy nilly mare. She was not stupid, and she knew her worth to be more than just talk. Forte demanded respect-- even from those above her. [/blockquote][/size][/color]

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C R E D I T Tyrant (author)
O O C Ohhh DANG!! i'm EXCITED!!! Leeland has the Cimetire, and we've got darknessxforte in the making. This is gonna be sweet!!!!! I can see a lot of fun for us! : D

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[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Though her first words struck pleasing to the ears and nearly exactly what he wished to hear, her last statements made him sneer; however, not in a way that showed disgust in her, it was more of a 'don't demand things from me,' sneer. And indeed he had a little something to say to this fine lass. Cold ruby pools penetrated into the depths of Forte's own, drinking in her emotions. She was a stubborn, haughty filly. Perfect for alphaess.

"I am pleased to hear you will accompany me, nonetheless, I respect no one and demand respect from no one. Although, I can trust, and you have yet to earn my trust. For as long as we have been speaking, I find you to be a worthy leader, but that is it. For now." the obsidian creature cocked his head off to the side as he read her emotions. Truly I say, his body signals were not usual for a horse, they were different and sometimes confusing. Hinting towards one thing yet meaning the opposite. "Of course, I am only being wary, we have, after all, just met." corners of his dry lips curled into a questionable smirk. Oh in truth she was much more than just a leader. More than just someone he chanced upon; she was a divine beauty; lovely as she was regal and intelligent. Mayhap she would see his true feelings about her in his eyes, though they usually held naught but his insatiable hate and hunger for blood.

"Come this way, my queen of the dark realms, and I shall show you to your throne." the midnight brute muttered, narrowing the blood jewels gracing his onyx crania. Slowly his hooves pivoted and muscles contracted to haul the tank away from Forte and back the way he had come. After a few impossibly long strides, Darkness' thick neck twisted so he could regard the willowy framed, snow powdered mare with a hard to discern emotion. "We can talk along the way if you please." he suggested with a heavy exhale of warm breath into winter's chilly night.

Having pondered all he wished to ponder about a mare so unique, his mind was silenced within his dark head. Remnants of previous thoughts still came to mind as he figured them out; reminiscent to a mathematical equation. She was tough, yet malleable. His smirk never faded until the journey ended.</sub>

Status// Complete
Word Count// 400
Notes// Lol, totally! ^^ All of a sudden I only have muse for Darkness and Forte!! Oh, and I didn't mean to, but I sorta ended the post. =/ We can start one in his terra or you can choose to continue this one for a while longer. I usually stall things anyway. Heh.

Btw, your posts are so grand! I luffs them. They're so neat and... wordy. o.0 Lol.[/sub][/color]

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>> Forte >>

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.Don’t Think Too Hard.

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>> Light no longer lingered, not even in the most far reaches of the horizon. There were no hues but the milky wash of the moon upon their hides. It was an eerie and satisfying way to end her first week in Sobibor, the strange new land she stumbled upon in haste. Forte had intended to wiggle her way into a throne, but not so quickly. It was not overwhelming, though, to say the least. Instead, this whole experience was most exhilarating and pleasing. She had hoped to meet a stallion to reign besides, but was wary of becoming a co-ruler to an ignorant fool. Mismatched eyes caught a twinkle of a bright star above them as she thought about what she had accomplished in such little time. By her fourth birthday, she already had a throne to her name and a magnificent co-leader. Darkness and Forte, she thought with a quiet murmur in her mind, what a duo. A small smirk curled her velvet lips yet she said nothing. They would be feared, revered, and great. The appaloosa mare watched the brute’s expressions, though it was darkened by the little light about them. In his eyes he held a queer-like expression, but what his eyes spoke was not unlike what her own whispered. It was not definite, nor was it sure, but both seemed to feel with much heighted excitement the great possibilities of them both. Perhaps it was the moonlight, perhaps the late hour, or perhaps the romantic whispering of the grass and the canyon about them—but both stallion and mare were acting a bit too partial . Perhaps there was too much emotion in this professional-like situation. [/size]

>> Forte randomly jerked her head, tossing her ruddy-colored forelock up in protest. That broke the spell that seemed to fall over her, and she looked at him with the same spirited glance. Darkness, her worthy King, spoke in curt tones about their formal relational duties to each other and Forte smirked and agreed. The black brute before her held so much depth and complexity, much like her. His actions, his body language so undeterminable—much like her. However, despite their mysterious demeanors, Forte knew with confidence that they would have little to no problem communicating. Though he may be of male gender, he was an excellent articulator. [/size]

>> Thick, arched neck dipped and deep vocals muttered to her with regal tones and Forte’s ears pricked at his calling. She was, indeed, his queen. Likewise, he was her King. A chill tickled down her spine, and she flicked her tail against her rump to inflict a slight sting to its odd prickling. These virgin-like emotions must stop. Forte could no longer be rendered young, if she ever was. There could be no question to her maturity—she was Queen. Filly-like movements and attitudes, if they ever infected her person, were to be killed and destroyed in that moment. Flexing breast, chest, and foreleg muscles, Forte effortlessly stepped forward to walk on his right side. Her confident vocals chimed to him, [/size]

" Aye, my lord, King Darkness, do take me to our home.” [/size][/color]


>> She fell quiet for a time, then heard him speak. The silence they rendered was not awkward nor needed to be filled with empty words. In Forte’s mind, she was wondering much about the home before her and the inhabitants there. She had much to prove to them, but had no worries about doing so. However, she did have many questions and much to learn form Darkness. Namely, the army was an imposing thought on the mind of Forte. What an appropriate thing to have for a powerful Kingdom—an army. However, though these thoughts tickled her fancy, the stern-faced mare did not mention these things yet. After all, they had the rest of their lives together to find out these things. Best not to make hast now, in the first hours of existence. Swinging her lovely head in rhythm of her gait, she spoke with intelligence, looking over at him momentarily before her eyes, one of glass and the other dirt, returned to where they were headed. Her last sentence held bitter humor and a satisfied smirk beheld her face as they walked to what she would now call her home.
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" The thoughts I might render into voice during this short time would be no benefit. Anyways, I am sure you’d enjoy a bit of silence after what an eventful night it has been. Come, I am most anxious to behold my kingdom and all of its inhabitants. I am hopeful that such a King as you seem to be has collected only the cream of the crop?” [/size][/color]

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C R E D I T Tyrant (author)
O O C haha! I know what you mean!!!! No, we can go to the land. It will be most interesting to see what others think of her. She can be quite the fart to other mares. She is going to be LOVING this power. Forte wont let ya down!!! Oh, and Leeland is in the making of establishing some good, hearty, soldiers!

Thanks! I really enjoy your style, too! I LOVE rping with others who are talented, it makes it THAT much more fun and creative. My wordiness sometimes gets me into trouble with English papers : C I’m not very concise!

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[Pyrrhüloxia]

^^ So should I reply or head straight to Eerie Caverns? Cause If I do reply it'll be rather short, even with my muse. It does get awfully repetitive to explain the details of a horse of one solid color and one solid personality in the same settings as the last five or six posts. Lol.

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(( haha go to eerie Caverns, I meant to put that she requires no responce!))