Sphynx
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 25, 2007 12:03:38 GMT -5
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Larks of bloody bay moved hearing the sound of familiar tone. Heart skipped its beat while darkness filled her. Soul had already found a new mare? No snort escaped, yet heart froze deeper with the cut. Sun was far fom in the mood to gaze at a new female right now. Silent steps was made until blades felt the presence of foliage was felt. She backed a step letting lips lower and ripp them apart. Lips caught the last drop and soon the fem walked forward. Raven locks was blown into mid air when speed was taken up. Soul could think what he needed, the mistress was not interested in meeting her rivals, not yet. Banner flickered like a whip and not too soon life was turned upside down. Just when you think you can have someone for yourself, a rival thinks she can enter your life. He can think I will know her better, but I'll make her life misrable if I need to. Thought struck like the devil itself. Speed turned into canter as the wall of mud was entered, steps was taken heavily, but the elegance was still there. Ash lay upon spine, damsel knew Soul was having the hard time to have his pride set up. But was this really worth it? Talons halted when she stood upon a rock gazing down at the two figires. Nothing was felt for them now, only disgust, mistress wasn't interested in being in between the two equins.
OoC:Done! Sphynx is like this, she hates rivals and isn't a sugarsweet mare even for a neutral.
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Post by .x.Leader of Lost Souls.x. on Jul 5, 2007 15:29:42 GMT -5
.x.Vous Ne Comprenez Pas Juste.x. Was thrown high, forward daggers lifting from the ground in a half rear. A staggering pain split his skull, traveling like poison down his spine until it seemed it was in his very blood. In fact, it was. Keeping the darkness inside is harder than anyone could imagine, and the daily pain that he went through would have killed anyone else. Though others may boast strength and the ability to withstand any pain, only Leader of Lost Souls truly could. Scythers landed where they had been, a small cloud of the ash flying up, but only to be caught in gravity's grasp and fall back to rejoin their initial blanket. Once again, all was calm. There was no hint of pain, or emotion, in his twin orbs. They stared through the light mare that stood before them, silent and seemingly unseeing. Yet they percieved everything.
Harks flicked, the faint sound of a hoof striking rock reaching them. It came from above, most likely on the cliff where he had conversed with Sphynx. But he dare not turn his head, for fear that using his muscles would free the demon within. True, he had to move sometime. But he had played this game before. To see who could wait the longest. Him, or his beast. Before he had started a herd, he had allowed the beast to win. He would allow himself to fly into an uncontrollable rage and destory everything until he could move no more. But now that others were here, he could not do that. He had to hold on to what was left of his equinity. For their sake; He was destroying himself. .x.Vous Ne Comprenez Pas Juste.x.
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Sphynx
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Post by Sphynx on Jul 5, 2007 15:54:35 GMT -5
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Mistress of bloody bay flickered her zeniths backwards. She could hear his pain as well as feelin it, heart stung heavily as the trigger wanted to go. If that new b*tch was hurting her she would be in real power, but it didn't seem to be the other one that was hurting him, it was something sinde the steed. Was he hurting himself for us?Thought struck darkened mind while Sun trotted away. She would call for him soon, but that would be tomorrow when she wanted to talk to him in hope to know something more about him.
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Post by Tassle on Jul 5, 2007 17:42:18 GMT -5
Obsidian fem, hardly able to breath in the thick volcanic atmosphere, watched as brute reared. His bod was shaking with pain. It practically hurt to just watch him. However, fem dare not try to help him. Who knew how he would react? Instead, she stood, helplessly watching. Even if there was something she could have done, she wouldn't have been able to do it well. It was a struggle to stay on her feet, let alone move.
Who knew she would end up like this? She had lived most of her life happy, content, with Lights like herself. If someone had told her that at six years of age she would wind up with a Dark, in a place that inhaling was more of a struggle than birthing, she would have dismissed them as insane. Even Darks wouldn't reside in such a place...or so she had decided to believe. But, here she was, in the place that death threatened with every breath. And her Dark lord rigid with pain and fear.
Are you okay? She asked quietly.
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Post by .x.Leader of Lost Souls.x. on Jul 5, 2007 22:11:03 GMT -5
.x.Bien Sûr Je Ne Suis Pas.x. Spread over his facade, portraying his confusion. What he was doing was equivelent to a human raising one eyebrow. Skull tilted slightly to the side, marron optics still staring blankly at the light mare. Why was she here anyways? She was a light. They could never survive here. What was her purpose for staying? The stag lowered his crown slightly, peering at her, trying to figure her out. Why should she stay? Surely she wasn't hoping to find a mate of him. Pah. You would have to truly understand him to do that. And to understand meant death for those too weak.
Oui, je suis.
Came his reply, in french, as was completely predictable. Those three words confirmed the false fact that he was okay. He was doing his best to keep up the pretense that he was perfectly fine, as was any other equine. But that was only to be a lie, a farse cover-up. I need not explain just how much he really wasn't okay. As I have before. But yet, I feel I must stress the fact that he is a good horse. Good horse you say? How so? Why, because he is killing himself, in order to refrain from hurting those around him. Well why did he even bother to start a herd in the first place? That, my reader, is a very good question. A very good question indeed... .x.Bien Sûr Je Ne Suis Pas.x.
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Post by Tassle on Jul 6, 2007 12:36:18 GMT -5
Fem shuffled back a bit, nervous of his glance. How she regretted not running from him! If she had just fled, instead of wimping out and submitting to him, she wouldn't be in this awful hellhole. She wouldn't be dying from the inside out. She wouldn't be watching her lord torture himself then lie about it.
If you say so. She muttered with what breath she could.
Fem felt her bodice deteriorating. She could practically hear herself getting weaker. Of course, it was hard to hear anything over the sound of her crackling lungs. She wanted to scream for help, but of course Dream couldn't do that. She didn't have the breath, or the motive. No one besides this stallion would hear her, and he wouldn't want to do anything. He had brought her here. Why would he let her leave? He had more important things to worry about than her. Like himself. It seemed he wasn't in the best physical condition, either. She wished she could just lay down and go to sleep, free of pain forever. There was no need to live like this. Besides, he would have one less mare to worry about. One less thing to bother him, stress him out. One less. She had always been one less, and always would be.
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Post by .x.Leader of Lost Souls.x. on Jul 9, 2007 13:34:49 GMT -5
.x. Vous Ne Pouvez Pas Le Contrôler .x. Seeing her take a step or four backwards, away from him, the stag's heart fell. She obviously didn't like it here. She could hardly breathe because of the ash. She couldn't find food or water when she needed it. Then why did she stay? A flash of anger crossed his features, lighting up his optics, giving them emotion. There was no reason for her to kill herself when her leader was already dying. No reason to waste such beauty on the slim hope of something better. He ground his fangs together, the grating sound like nails on a chalkboard.
Suddenly he lept forward, maw reaching out to terrify her into the turning around. He didn't want her to suffer. No reason for her to suffer. She could much more easily find a better place to live. Someplace nice, where the sun shines and water is easy to find. Someplace she could find someone to love her. Where she didn't have to watch her lord die slowly. Front scythers pounded the ash laden ground furiously, timbers stiffening so that he would slide to a halt. Incisors chomped on the air once again, meaning only to scare her, as they were farsely aimed for her jugular. Then the stag reared up, pawing the air violently. Without uttering a sound he pivoted and launched himself deeper into his land. Hind legs rose skyward in a mighty bucking motion as if someone had just branded him. Then, he was gone. .x. Vous Ne Pouvez Pas Le Contrôler .x.
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