[W]ith ice [C]omes the [D]evil

[Sphynx]

|-Icy Disablo-|

Living ash moved with ease, muscles ripped hide of cobalt. A strong yet elegant carcass moved within the silence. Small sounds was entered, yet this one didn't bother. Darkness was swallowing the land, time had turned to darkness. So this is the neutral land? How disgusting. Mind snapped while thorns laid back. Pillars of pure ivory was licked by toung. The bronc was thirsty on something unknown. Parasites laid upon pondering carcass, the bronc shook heavily getting the pathetic animals away. some creatures are too desperate. Diablo knew that the only matter talking to yourself was making you look like a fool. Snort was released while blades moved forward. Moss of olive clutched before releasing heavy blades. A forest of darkness and shadows entered within raven globes. Time to retire to the shadows for now.

Little one cantered forward biting his smaller twin. Mom! His doing it again! The little colt called their mothers name, the darkened colt halted and looked forward, small thorns where pinned listening slightly. Diablo, apologise to your brother now! Darkened colt turned looking at his own mother, globes where pitched black of velvet sanity. I would never apologise to any pathetic mules. Turning little puppeteater ignored his mother yelling. Carcass moved as he pushed his brother away. They where all disgusting his sight, why had he been born in a light herd? Even he knew that he wasn't welcomed there. Never had someone tried to be nice, but why care? Life was better without any others.

Thorns pinned backwards as speed had slowed into walk. Why had the past started pinning his mind now? Shadows swallowed ashen carcass. Muscels held proud genes of friesian in them. Banner flickered whiping flanks harshly, light blood sprinkeled but nothing was felt. Dome tossed away forelocks of waves. Mane hung heavy upon his arche, hitting his left shoulder when dome moved. Was this place going to show his life something new? Or would it be the same old story yet again? Why care anyway? The bronc had lived alone since age of 6 months so why not still be alone?

OoC:This is for Cahors

[E t i e n n e]

((Mind if a stag joins? I'm desperate for an rp. ))

[Sphynx]

OoC: Depends on what Cahors is saying.

[C a h o r s]

OoC: 'Tis fine with me, sister.

[glow=maroon,2,300].x.X.x.Je Ne Peux Pas Vous Entendre.x.X.x.[/glow]

Ebon tresses flowed with the occational gales that caressed the land in a soft touch. The sky's breath touched her skin, weaving about her sleek form with the softest touch, like an experienced lover who finds all the right spots. Leaves and dust trailed in the shifting air's wake, feathers also entwining themselves among the licks of breezes. Deep coal orbs reflected nothing but misery and angst as she seemed to glide over the terra incognita like a ghost or a fog. Steps silent, not leaving any marks as to signal her passing, she surveyed all around her. The air was sticky, sweat gliding off her in a sensual manner. List'ners slapped back, banner and tassle changing their positions as she shook her neck free of bugs and debris from the clogged and stuffy air. It was hard to scent anything in these lands, the swamp's putrid stench masking all other odors within a 30-mile radius. She entered the black waters, ripples slowly running from her like the lights and neutrals had not so long ago. In this world, she was a hellioness. A black witch, whose reputation preceded her to an almost perfect extent. Memories of her past home and of her Pagan friends laced her heartless intentions. That was why she was alone, and would be thus until she found her true mate, a black demon whose merciless soul would eclipse that of the devils.

Returning her thoughts to those of present times, she continued her wade through the sickly liquid of the swamps. Water-dwellers and a numerous array of other questionable creatures would occationally poke their beady black eyes above the surface of the odor-masking marsh, silently examining the tresspasser. Then, when her betraying eyes lanced them with a cold stare of aknowledgement, they would turn fin and swim away as fast as their deformed and misshapen paddles could take them. Snorting, she returned her head to it's proud loft, ears slicing the air as they investigated random noises that reached her. Yellow seers of an owl caught her in their perfect sphere, and the flyer hooted, taking to the skies as if to warn the creatures of the night. The air was silent, and she watched straight ahead, occationally glaring down and flatt'ning her auds to frighten away creatures that dare touch her legs with their slimy fins or scales.

[glow=maroon,2,300].x.X.x.Donc Crier Un Petit Plus Bruyant.x.X.x.[/glow]

[Sphynx]

|-Icy Diablo-|

Stench of another one got taken in by flares. Shattering globes snapped their gaze towards the walking vixen. Friesian blood boiled by the scent, a wicked one, yet it didn't bother him, only that he had hoped for some silence. Heavy forelocks fled downwards silently, whipcordes hit left sholder while banner stayd. What is she doing here? The bronc stood still until blades moved. Chaotic puppeteater walked out from the shadows. Ashen coat didn't shine, movements where yet slow again. Swamp swallowed blades with ease, but no panick was thron out. Why bother trying? Globes filled with darkness followed the vixens movements. Ashen banner flickered hitting flanks calmly, carcass moved forward yet again but this time lips moved. A cold surrounding sound entered, yet it held more then that.

Et qu'une renarde fait-il ici ?

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French and english could mix, yet right now the bronc minded his own business more. No curiousity was felt actually, just wondering what the foolish vixen was doing. If she would try and snapp at him there would be disgust filling both hearts, but could they connect with that? But why the h*ll would he think of that? It was plain stupid. Nothing slippered the torn globes, darkness was surrounding them as gaze where halted upon the vixen.[/blockquote][/center][/size]

[C a h o r s]

[glow=maroon,2,300].x.X.x.Sentir L'Oubli.x.X.x.[/glow]

The ebonite mistress felt a change in the air. It was more a shifting of energy than anything. Like someone standing too close; you could sense it more than actually feel a physical touch. She swat a couple flies from the air, the beating of their wings enough to draw her flank's attention. Shaking her neck from side to side, she attempted to be released from the cloak of moisture and heat that shrounded her bodice. It was muggy in these lands, and she lifted her head high to survey the black waters once more. It seemed like they stretched out forever, with no reprieve from the sickly oxygen that claimed the air here. Countless insects in a various array of shimmering colors, some big and others miniscule, swooped and dove around her like kamikazee pilots. It was enough to make her feel claustrophobic, like the air was pushing down on her with a physical force.

Then, a soft sound reached her auds. Slowing her stride with enough grace to make any ballerina or swan scream in envy, she turned her head to the side, facing the source of the noise. At first it seemed that the voice had materialized from the waters, thrown about on the hot winds. Then, a form made itself apparent. It was a stallion, black as night with a voice that sent a chill down the bitches spine. He was of friesian lineage like herself, and spoke her language. French speech had flown from his lips. She would have smirked, but the atmosphere had her in a desultory mood so she simply ended her stride. The ripples dissappeared immidiately, as if she had not even tread in the water at all. She had poise, and she knew it. If it was one thing that the mare was proud of, it was her silent steps; the way she could glide over land with a tread so lithe that not even the earth knew upon which she tread was it's face. She was the essence of a tainted grace much long forgotten in the realm of mortals.

Pricking her ears towards the brute, she responded with an elegant lyric of her own. It was like a seductivly twisted lullaby. "Je suis ici parce que ceci est où mes pieds m'ont amené," her voice mused, magnificent crania high. She would not submit simply because he was a stag, it was not her way. This mistress of death carried herself proudly and with authority. "Et toi?" she hissed, lyrics escaping her kissers much like a snake's last warning. She would see why this brute was in these lands as well, since he had asked her and she had responded. This was the etiquette of the world. Simply because she was a darken fem did not mean that manners were abandoned.

[glow=maroon,2,300].x.X.x.Sentir L'Oubli.x.X.x.[/glow]

[Sphynx]

|-Icy Diablo-|

Black heart was stabbed with ease, no pain no game was he told one time. Hatred for others would build up within the years pasing, why seek revenge when you could do much more then so? Globes of darkness seeked towards the vixen, no curiousity was filled in them. Dome tossed slightly, curly forelocks heaved into mid air, pain shooting in them. Czar stood calmly gazing at her, the tune seemed for some soft and tender, bt for him it was filled with poison. Silence was fallen upon the surrounding darkness, the lips curled into a smirk. The friesian steed shifted weight upon dagger, her feet had carried her here aye? No snort was released, for he didn't buy that much of others tunes and words.

Crashing blades moved making dark liquid break free from their silence. Lips didn't move, not yet at least, the vixen seemed to be out of boredom or something, but why should he care about the sudden feeling? No love had entered the frozen heart, life was gone from it's true form. The sharp pain he felt was welcomed into dagger while dome moved slightly. Heavy forelocks dropped from forehead while lips finally moved. The silence was broke from the rolling french.

"Je suis ici, parce que ma terre a montré le vrai ennui"

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The tunes where sharp with light hiss, the czar didn't bother whom he got angered. his life was his life, yet the tunes would always stay there. Dome tossed slightly, letting dagger move as well. Droplets of liquid fell from the darkened sky. Shadows flickered upon ashen carcass. Whom was this vixen? Not many knew french here, but she seemed to be somehow different then the others.[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]