hey , miss murder .

[Gotico]

hey miss murder can i?

Talons scraped the geography as the stygian belle pushed her way across the loam. Towers were planted down on her dome as she sneered at the other belles. Nostrils were flaring wildly as she erupted her way towards the sheets of black. Lush foresty held the darkness around her as she snuck her way to bushes. Irises closed as the fem snarled in pure aggrivation. The mere feeling of those belles near her pissed her off. Pathetic fools. Pretending themselves to be something they were not. Pah! The s were mere dust collectors. Maybe few were true, but others. Heh. They made this ebon hued belle laugh at their tries of being this, this alliance they could not be. And the fool barons, strutting their a'sses in here like they were the f'ucking s'hit. Pfhh. There was ONE in this world she knew of, who was the s'hit. His scarred pelt proved the many battles he won, and the dried blood showed all his victims blood. Dreads held over the bella's boa as she glared at the other mares. globes drooping slowly as she tiredly allowed them to slowly close completely. Might as well rest, like some baron would be brave enough to give this a go. No others were. Well, except for him. He was brave. Which was good. Because he'd have to be brave for her. Oh oh, lets see what this comes too. Maybe one would be brave. Maybe one would be foolish. Or maybe one may be smart, witty, AND brave.. and maybe foolish. Thats what they'd have to be for her to even get a calm Hello from them. Glowering as she rested her eyes, her towers were erect utop her skullary, merely to hear clear sounds around her.

Crowns clashed as the thunder rumbled across the sky, salty liquid emereged from gray hues of the clouds conquering over the sun. Brutes pushing and shoving, talons flying and hitting barrels. The weather promoted the challenge over us all. Accept, there was not much to fight over. Merely few belles. Suprise flew over the equines as another masculine approached their lover, his large talons stroke down on his spinal, sending a hush over the small crowd.. unsure whether he'd make it or not. Slow tears shredded down the nymphs facade as the one love she had, shattered right infront of her. His bravery costed him his life, and us. And her. Shrieks escaped her vox as her figure switched positions, limbs tearing off in a different direction. Her tresses slapped across her boa as she pushed her way through the sticky rain, slippery ground, and spicky leaves. Thick crimson oozed from her barrel as she came in touch with a thick stick, as its scratched down her stomach, she pushed herself faster. Never, never EVER would she let someone get so close to her. Never would she be so kind to another, as she was to him. Never would she love someone else. And she wouldn't let anyone see she was so deeply in love with him. Or anyone, in fact.

Flame tingling breaths slashed from her salmons as the enraged belle flung her cerebrum in the thick, sticky, humid weather. Snarling at any mere sound made in any direction near her. The thought of that day made her more emotional, pissed, heartbroken, and sorrowed in her entire life. Her love for him still growing so passionate at every flashback of their life together. It always heartbreaks her to remember he was dead. It always made her even more mad. Crazy sometimes. Delusional. She somtimes hallucenated. Even heard his voice in her head. Screaming "I LOVE YOU" to her at his last breath. Snarls escaped from her mug as she shot dareing glares at belles , frolicking over to say hello. She craved to scream "Get the f'uck away, b'itches" Yet, somthing caught in her throat. Snapping cautiously at them, she made them understand she was in no mood to "frolick" like she ever WOULD! Paha, right. Salmons flared as she scoffed at herself. Yes she was a dark, yet she felt as if every equine was under her. Snapping ridiculously at her thoughts, she spaced herself from all the others, lamps eyeing barons as they slinked in. " Lets go boys , prove your bravery " lyrics persued from her vox , the smart ass chuckle persuing its way out aswell . They wouldn't last a second with her . But it was funny as h'ell sitting there and listening them ramble on . She's been through this before . She knows how it goes . She knows what happens after shes been claimed . It's a circle . They see her , they like her , they claim her , they bring her home , they find another one , and dump her . It's become a game to her . To see how long she would stay in ONE herd . The longest so far is four months . Suprising , they actually put up with her for FOUR months . She expected it to end sooner .

You are my only one. Whatever happens in this battle , whether I die trying to protect you or I survive , you are my only one . My one true love . No matter how luce that sounds . It is true , Gotico . Orbs rolled as she heared the lyrics escaping . "If I was your 'only one' you wouldn't be battleing over these wh'ores , you'd let him have them and run off with me ." Her b'itchiness towards him was so rare , yet it happend so often lately . The belles he had picked up had brought their own cockiness . Acting as if they owned the place . Her anger had to be put out on something . And he was the one there at the end of the day . Don't get her wrong , her love was passionate . Luce sounding or not , it was true . I would . But I cannot. I made a promise She stared at him , dumbfounded . She was his only one , alright . "WHY NOT ?! They are f'ucking s'hit head W'HORES! Leave them ! Run off with me !" The astonished look planted over his facade showed her , he was lieing . He loved the others too . "F'uck you" She snapped at him , "But win this d'amn challenge . Because I f'ucking love your stupid a'ss" She smirked , it flew over her facials . Yet her disappointment sure came back quick as he turned , without a word . No "Good Bye" or "Thank You" But that figured . A man spilling the most light lyrics ever , and not letting the last drop spill out again . That was their conversation before the battle . Harsh words after another looping from her vox . Prayers to the devil to give him strength running through her mind , nothing worked . So she was left with heartache , and regret forming within her .

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The huge stallion walked almost aimlessly, not going anywhere and not caring where he would end up. He heard the sound of someone else near by and turned in that direction. Even though he could see nothing he still walked without any signs of stumbling or anything like that. He didn’t exactly act like a blind horse for he could see with sound. He went closer but stopped when he got close enough to know that it was a mare, this should be interesting. ”Well, well. Seems that someone got off on the wrong hoof this morning.” Mocking smirk was displayed on his facades as his gaze was turned towards her even though he could not see. His tone was cold and harsh as he mocked her about the way she was acting. It was not unusual for him to do this for he did not care about making a bad impression on this mare. He didn’t need the company on anyone to be content and it was no exception with her, he merely enjoyed mocking others and knowing that they could do nothing about it.
His size allowed him to have a bid advantage over most as their tiny weights never really did much against his huge mass. He was a draft horse through and through but he still had plenty of stamina and his large strides usually covered the ground quickly even though he was not a horse bred for speed. He waited to see how she would respond to his mocking for she was clearly a dark mare, her attitude made that clear enough. He didn’t care though for it only made it all the more fun, they usually had so much more anger in their reactions than others had.

ooc: soz, very little muse for him. Will try to get it longer next time.

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[Gotico]

EW EW EW EW EW EW .
ITSAFKNSENTENCEBASICALLY!
I am capable of better .
please excuse this piece of sh'it .
but its good enough for now .
next post will be better . my muse will revamp in gulf shores !

^{melanoid fragments clicked as she stretched them . snarling as a figure approached
her , the disgusting stench of baron reaked on him . great . growling as her
dentals bared at him . ”Well, well. Seems that someone got off on the wrong
hoof this morning.” shove it a'sshole , she snarled silently . she hadn't
the time for this bills'hit . but hey , maybe she'd have a little fun , no ? " Seems
so " she hissed between clenched enamels . " What do you want , boy ?
If your going to sweet talk me do it . Tell me your name first . I like to know
the names of the pitiful broncs who attempt at me ."}

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ooc: So sorry I'm taking so long but I just need some muse for him and then it'll be quick. And I'm really busy at the moment as well which makes it even harder.

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Strange optics watched the mare as the large bulk of the stallion made no movement except for his harks turning slightly to catch the words that she was uttering. Did she really think that he was going to sweet talk her? "Sweet talking, my dear wench, do you really think that I am capable of doing such a foolish thing?" The mocking innocence in his tone would most likely annoy just about any other soul for it was a strange thing to come from him and the grimace on his facades would make it even more unpleasant. Movement was made now as long tail was violently lashed to the side. Stallions head was slightly cocked as he seemed to be studying her though he was merely waiting for some sort of an answer from her that would let him know how much he had annoyed her so far. And what was she saying about stupid broncs that attempt at her, was he even doing such a thing. "And you should really stop your foolish ramblings for your only making yourself look like a fucking idiot." He just felt the need to inform her that she had no idea why he was here and that there was no way for her to prove anything, even if he might be here to 'attempt' at her. If that was the way she wanted to put it. Bored expression replaced the emotionlss one of his facades as he lowered his head to get rid of an annoying itch on his foreleg.