|
|
Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on May 19, 2006 20:07:28 GMT -5
content bastard pranced into the realm he called home. It wasn't much, but it was home. the scarce vegetation only gave him more reason to murder other equines, a dense fog scattered about his loam. a harem would soon be conducted, yes indeed, though he was unsure of whom his chosen contessa would be, very doubtful that any female would stalk the lands with him.
charcoal pelt hit the only ray of sun that tried countless numbers of times to pull through the many dark, coal clouds and the murky fog. harks pricked forth, enamels grinded, fore talon struck the lithosphere below his heafty canvass, for now he would rest, and then later he would find his Queen, he did not need a toy, not yet anways.
equine cannons set off at a dangerous gallop, he sprung from the terra firma in one leap and began tossing his banner t'wards the skies, eavesdroppers settled back as the zephyr poured down them. skull was placed 'tween his appendages as he bucked... why? Because he can.
this was his home, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, anything to anyone. his home was a deathsentence for all whom entered it. it reeked of crimson so much that a luce would take one whiff and it's organ would stop beating. his own veins were pumped with coal crimson, dark and sleek. tassel cracked down upon his flank, canvass swept into the shadows. Mind games were his thing, he loved them, they were what he did to anyone and anything.
talons clacked upon the now harder geography below, furious gaze was sent to the bloodsucker that landed upon his shoulder-blade. labrums peeled back in frustration, was this his welcome home gift? Surely not. dentals savagely dug into his own flesh, just to kill the puny beast, raw flesh was left when his cerebrum was pulled away. crimson trailed down his fore-appendage and onto the forestry carpetry.
icy, hard pools studied his realm from the view of the abyss, it suited him so well he even thought of thanking Acadiar and Aurora, but that thought was abruptly washed away, he deservedthis. what was there to thank for? For getting him a nice home that he could have his saplings? Pffftttt. Flint knew better, this was the place were ones whom died would be buried, not even a mark to show where their carcass' rotted. then again who cared? it was one less mouth to feed, one less back-stabbing allie, one less child to nurse. he grinned, foaming at the sides of his kissers just thinking[/b] of causing crimson to spill upon the earthen flooring. of course, there would be bloodshed... lots, and none of it would belo the great czar everyone so envied or loathed.
he was not like Scores, Rebels, nor Luces, whom had these things called Followers these were just wanna-bes. Pests that ruined the most well made plans, well thought out and cared for, this b.east wanted nothing to do with these "hags" or "stags". Flint was arrogant as they come, wanting no more than to be left alone, until the time came he would show everyone he was not to be bothered. when the time did come however, all hell would break loose... of course, Flint already knows one of the equines whom has this 'diesease.' and it dying, shalt not beith pretty. he does not know this equine personally, then again, why would he want to? It's better when he doesn't know them, it makes him feel even more sly... as if he needed to feel that anymore.
boa stretched to an oak tree, cheekbones sliding up and down it, scratching his dished visage, the czar snorted with bliss as the clouds engulfed the sun, attacking it with daggers, almost punching it from Flint's loam, making it dark and murky.
There shall be crimson, split splat, not mine, oh no, but yours m'dear. Yes, you are going to die....
|
|
|
|
Post by creative on Jun 1, 2006 18:01:10 GMT -5
You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,
A graceful set of strides carried out through the lands. Her heart beated slowly, then slower and then slower until you could hear it no more. It was like time had ended for this d.amned vixen, but you would be wrong. Her silent steps echoed in only her twin towers as she galloped towards Flint, he was standing near a large Oak Tree. The sun was hardly showing the way so she had to use her eyes more carefully without the suns help. Then again, she felt it was useless the sun. Ah, the power to see in the dark was fantastic to her. To be able to see the wonders of the dark with no light was just a dream for some equines. Slowly, she reached Flint, her physique invisible to the naked eye, even this hellion's optics were no match for this. She was willing to show him her powers; he had to know of course. He would eventually find out on his own anyway. Besides, she was not showing off them, but showing him what she could do so he knows who he exactly claimed. Before, she would have seemed like just another equines, but apparently the promise in her was stronger than the rest. Would her powers make him send her away? Or could he care less about it? Probably the second choice, but she wanted to show him anyhow.
Soon, she approached the hellion, a few feet away. A cold breeze was sent in on her command then all was silent. The oak tree's transparent leaves swayed and swung on their swings, some tumbled downward upon Flint's shiny pelt. Her optics scanned the hellion, he did not seem so tense, but relaxed. She could sense he was thinking about many things, mostly about death. She really wanted to kill someone, but she did not know if she was allowed to. The last thing she wanted to do was get on his bad side. Why you may ask, just so she could stay here and live a nice life instead live life as a loner wandering the lonely streets to nowhere. The vixen then closed her eyes, she relaxed her body slightly, and soon her covering vale of invisibility vanished itself. Her whole physique slipped back into the real world, she faced the hellion, not saying a word. She wanted to see what he thought, maybe he would not notice? If he did not do anything, she could care less about it. She stood, patiently waiting for him to speak. Her optics glared a certain shine that seemed a bit devious and sly. Her kisser gave a faint smirk, showing only slightly. The cold breeze increased as she slammed the ground with her dagger, its powerful gust of wind blew a lot of leaves off the Oak, but most of the leaves were still in tact.
You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know ooc| Sorry that my post is short, my muse has left me completely! |
|
|
|
Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 3, 2006 17:25:51 GMT -5
-will reply soon-
|
|
|
|
Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 3, 2006 17:48:22 GMT -5
Very good vixen. he murmured, his canvass swept closer to hers, lippers peeled back at her invisible frame, he knew were she was, for his nares would tell him. he was not stupid, nor to be fooled by her powers Satan had blessed her with, Happy here or shall I kill you? he cooed, eavesdroppers melting back, of course, he was taunting her. a playful peck was given to her shoulderblade when she re-appeared.
tassel cracked loudly, dial swung t'wards the Oak, See that? he asked, his vocals like rattling snake tails, That is the cause of the sick equines... do you wish to know whom the first dead will be? he asked calmly, harks pricked up, straining to hear her replying verbs, but when none came, he promptly continued, I would like to ask you if you will stay put while I slayeth the demon inside this particular equine. Wander as you will, for you can never leave my sight. I too am blessed with powers m'love, powers that Apollo himself wishes he had. he smirked, It is my duty to call the forms of alliances together and get the first dead ready. he snickered then his lippers grazed her shoulder in an affectionate manner. one would think just because he is a Therestrial (sp?) that he would have no affection, of course he did, he just never used it.
his own powers were soon to be revealed, maybe not today, nor tomorrow, but soon shall he show them all he was the greatest ever.
|
|
|
|
Post by creative on Jun 3, 2006 18:30:55 GMT -5
ooc| I will reply on the 12th.
|
|
|
|
Post by creative on Jun 12, 2006 7:04:14 GMT -5
You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,
Her gaze parted form the huge oak tree which shaded them from the sun's almighty rays which slightly hit Sheena's slender physique. Her twin towers parted ways just a tad to listen to Flint talk about a few things. She nodded slightly and continued to listen as the gentle, caressing breeze went by her. Her tassels and tresses slashed to her sides, making a noise that went not too far. She shifted her daggers upon the earth's surface, shifting her weight as well. Her nape arched in a delicate fashion as her tresses swung forward. Her auds were still listening to the hellion who had claimed her. No affection was shown, but maybe with time it would come. For now, she would obey him and be respectful. Then again, in the night which would come fairly soon, she wished to kill. Sheena then heard that he wished to leave. At that time, maybe she could go, even if he was watching her. She would not leave here; it was her only harem for like ages. She felt at home, even though there was nothing exciting. Maybe not yet, but with time, something could show up, right? Sheena nodded and replied after Flint had spoken,
"Yes, who is your first victim? I do hope it is one of those pathetic luces..." she spoke then broke off into saying, "So you too have powers? Not many have gifts,"
She stated calmly as she outstretched her nape, watching Flint with her dark, midnight optics. Her kisser gave a faint smirk, she though about what powers he possessed... but then again, if Apollo himself wished for them, they must be unknown to many. Her thoughts came to an end quickly; she wanted to know the first one to go. Would it be a luce, a neutral, or a dark? In time she would know, Flint would tell her. After he leaves to kill that pathetic equine, this vixen would go and find sometime to eat. After her long trek and the waiting, she was a bit hungry. Her kisser gave a faint smirk, her nape arched slightly. She then awaited Flint to speak of the victim he would kill. It would be grand to have the power to decide who lived, and who died. It was like being God for the time being.
You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know ooc| Omg, that vacation did nothing! Maybe I am losing the will to post... |
|
|
|
Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 13, 2006 21:42:26 GMT -5
Flint smirked, stunned by her curiousity, M'love, the first to go is in fact a pathetic being, though not nessicarily a luce I might add. he winked, his carcass swiftly moved closer to the banshee's and his banner rose up, jostling his nape, he breathed down her neck then faintly nuzzled it, I shan't be gone too long. he promised, a tint of excitement in his spheres. tassel cracked as he began to depart, a look of longing cast over him. he wanted to stay in his home, but more so he wanted to kill, kill the first victim... paperthins flared uncontrolably and the vagabound rounded upon his haunches then smirked once more, his crooked dentals showing considerably, Sheena, the first to go is Myribae, the rebel Queen, I am merely doing her a favor by slaughtering her unfavored carcass, she is infected with diesease m'love and it looks as if Apollo is trying to revive her... his strength is not enough...sad, isn't it?he lifted his mighty daggers and they hit his belly, he started off, corpse aimbling through the dense forestry, he flipped a look behind him then returned to watching were he was headed. oh what fun this would be. muscles clenched together as he began to sweat, surely the opening was here. he soon found it and gave a bugle of warning to lurkers to leave his contessa be, then reared up once, banner scooting back then galloped out. ooc| no muse...  |
|
|
|
Post by creative on Jun 14, 2006 6:53:34 GMT -5
You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,
Wouldn't it be fun just to have the power to kill anything, anyone, of your same race? Just to have the power made others fear you more than ever, and this interested Sheena very, very much by the way. She longed for the taste, the smell, the texture of crimson down her lips. It was something she was fond of, and it kept her alive and well which was more the reason to continue to kill. Sadly, this would not keep those pathetic vermin alive like it would for her. Equines were said to be plant-eaters, and most were... but then one broke the barrier on the dark side and killed an innocent creature and fount it to be quit delicious. From that moment on, many have been eating carnivorous style and many grew a fancy for it. Then again, killing was just as fun as getting the meal in the first place. Sheena did not like the taste of grass nor water, but on occasions she would have to in order to survive. The vixen's auds perked up slowly, listening intently as to who was going to be killed. He said it was not exactly a luce, which meant it was a neutral. Well at least one will die tonight, and the victim is part luce. She gave a smirk, and then when Flint touched her, her smirk slowly faded away, then came back just a strong as the first one. He was probably being protective, but maybe one day they would fancy each other. Besides, no other mares were here and none were taking his fancy already, all but one.
Ah, yes, the Neutral Queen was to go for she had the curse. She gave a faint laugh under her breath and wondered how she would take the news. It would be so horrific to the little, delicate fae that she would probably faint at the horrid news. She shook her dial slightly thinking of the moment, she wanted to go, but hopefully Flint would tell her all about it. She continued to listen to him until he stopped with his last statement. The vixen nodded to his words, for it was indeed sad. Apollo was actually struggling for this pathetic creature. Sheena would have let her die, one less mouth to feed. But then again, if it was Sheena she would want to live, she was oh so young in years and had only seen four falls. She wished to see more, so she traveled around and fount DreamScape. She would at least like to live a long and full life before going. Then again, she could not control it... only fate could decide where she would go, until next time...
"Heh, Myribae has no point in living now. If what you said is true, she will die sooner than later, so make it sooner,"
She hissed to Flint, her smirk coming back slightly as she watched him leave her side. Her optics watched him as he reared up twice and galloped off into the unknown. She began to think how great it would be to own great power to perish equines off the face of the earth, and to release their unworthy soul into hell or where ever. The vixen then turned to the huge oak tree, rustling in the wind's gust. She gave a faint smirk and lay down, resting besides the tree. If she was really a Thestrial, then she was immortal as they all would say. Then again, she was half ghost and having this power made her less vulnerable. Flint had said this tree had something to do with the sickness, but she had forgotten exactly what. This tree looked like a good resting place for now, her daggers needed a rest for now. So until Flint came back, she would be under the lightly, lit sun's rays, gazing at her orb's lids in a shroud of darkness from the shadow of the huge oak tree...
You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know ooc| YUSS! MUSE RETURNING!!!! ;D    |
|
|
|
Post by creative on Jun 15, 2006 19:59:26 GMT -5
ooc| I am sorry, but I am taking my leave.
|
|
|
|
Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 15, 2006 22:38:26 GMT -5
-pulls out hair- your seriously kidding.. right? -whines-
|
|
