She's as Cold as Ice...

[creative]

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,

Leaves scattered by, the wind cut in two, a sonic boom was unleashed. Her banner waved silently in the air, the wind grew chilly as the huntress flew by. Her transparent physique flashed by the forest in a blink of an eye, she was hardly noticed by others. She dashed from tree to tree, dodging logs and rocks. Her soundless rhythm continued on, only she could hear the beating of her hooves. The others? They could only hear the beating of her cold heart. Each beat of her heart, she began a new stride into the lands. She was sure this was the right place to live. The only thing that was missing was a hellion, a land, a home... Her optics scanned the lands as she searched the grounds for the claiming area. She passed several other dark equines, none could see her. She gave a faint smirk and tossed her dial up in the air, a raging of cold air came by on her signal. She was in control; she had the power to control the cold air and ice. She loved having these powers, but what gave her the ability to do this were her ghostly powers. She was unique indeed; she was one of few who possessed these gifts from Lucifer. She was glade too; she had the power to do a lot of things. She had fun toying with others; her telepathy helped her in doing so. Her strides slowed down just slightly. She continued her collected canter across the soft lome. Of course she could not feel the ground, but in her equu state, she had sensed her surroundings. The air was quite moist and the air was chilly, a storm could have been approaching, but it was only this vixen. She slowly turned into her solid form again, soon her daggers regained their depth and color.

Her hooves then pummeled the ground, her daggers echoed through out the lands. Her heart beat matched her strides almost perfectly as she came into the claiming grounds. The field had flowers and was slightly dimmed by the night sky as it shifted into night. The colors of the sky dimmed even more as she entered the field. She rolled her optics in disgust and picked up a canter, heading towards a dark forest near by. As she entered, she was shrouded in darkness. Her porcelain pelt glowed slightly by the rising moon as it illuminated her coat through the branches above. Her nape arched slightly as she slowed her strides down into a trot. She navigated her way past the trees and into an opened area in the darkness. She halted, her auds perked up slightly, her face showing no facial expressing. She seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. Since the age of one, she had been on her own and during that time she waited for the right lands to come along. She thought the lands of DreamScape were not so bad, they would have to do for now. Her tresses slashed to the side of her rump, the slash echoing slightly off the trees. She tossed her dial once more, her banner flying backwards. She turned her dial to the sides, watching the forest’s many paths. Figures were in every which way she turned, but she was not afraid. She could fight off most equines, probably not a hellion with great strength. Those she could probably beat a luce or rebel stallion, they were not as strong as darks.

The colors of the dimmed skies turned into a grayish black coloration, soon to be as black as a raven. She loved this part of day, it was when she could hunt for food in silence and there were no luces out to play and frolic in the fields of flowers or play little stupid foal games. It just made her sick, how could they be so pathetic and sickening to all equine alliances? It was something this huntress would never understand. Then again, she looked like a luce to most equines. A porcelain Arabian with a sweet face, who would know it was a dark? But none the less, she took this to her advantage in hunting. Hunting was a breeze for her. Little woodland creatures would stay still, watching her as she stepped closer in a nice way. Then out of no where, she would kill them. Piece of cake. Her personality was different than most would think. Since she was dark, she acted cold hearted and mean to other equines of the same s.ex, also to those stallion of the rebel and luce alliance. She was only soft to hellions of her alliance, she was well mannered and she knew the right time to get serious and be mature. This was because she wanted a mate; if she showed her cold side right away then they might leave. Many vixens do not understand that, but she did. She was only mean to a stallion if they were mean to her, she felt the need to retaliate often, that was just her way of reacting.

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know

[creative]

OOC| No muse, sorry for the short post...

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

i'll reply when I can

[creative]

ooc| mmkay, I will be here. ^.^

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Back off I'll take you on,
Headstrong to take on anyone,

paperthins flared as a delicate scent wafted through his nasal passages, abdomonen(sp?) rippled with hunger, silouhette stayed in the abyss, dark oval spheres watched the female. foam surfaced the sides of his kissers, jet hide was not to be spotted, though his stench may give his position away. tassel cracked behind him as a bloodsucker attempted the land upon his slashed coat... Fck it. serpentine was thrust to the atmos as flints stamped upon the foilage below, bringing his appendi tighter underneath his corpse he began a collected trot t'wards the v.irgin.

My. my, my what do we have here? he hissed, brainpan rolled back memories of when he met Eternally Forgotten, her arrogant reply, Retorical my question was btich, now answer this, what is the calling Lucifer so gaveth thine? his vocals were like rattling snake tails, the poisonus (sp?) snakes that travelled at meraculus(sp?) speeds to catch their prey, whether it be human, insect or mammal.

dentals grinded, his crimson stained pelt flashed in the one beam of sunlight that was sent down upon the duo, he hissed, pupils dilating from Apollo's sun. Apollo never liked him, then again, why should he? Flint was the master of disaster and was going to kill every heaven-follower... well.. not every heaven follower, Score's too! saliva squirted from the glands hungrily, just thinking of ripping carcass flesh made him drool, banner whipped behind him, making him alert once more of the fae before him. We all fall, but somehow you never seemed to get up with me... I fell, you weren't there to catch me, you had fallen, So have I. You left me here to die, Now I'm back to seek revenge, not living nor dead....

eavesdroppers played a major role in how Flint was feeling, accoustics pricked forth meant little, his features were brawny, somehow scary, his jet stained carcass made him impossible to find in the dead of night. his melarkies when positioned back could mean he was irritatted or content.... which both came not often. he had a strong ego, one that would never break from a couple contessa's nagging or angry words, they were just jealous they could not have s.ex with him... after all, all fae's were the same.

nares quivered anxiously as he awaited her to speak, before she had a chance to reply his titanium hit the lithosphere, twin antenna's were pulled back, upper lippers too were pulled back like a human drawing up the curtains. canines were bared, crimson splattered upon them, a neat peck was given to the unknown contessa as a sheer warning, Speak. he snapped once more, his verbs were harsh, then again, when weren't they? coal pools watched her movements, was she going to be like Mystery, having childish antics? Or was she to be like Eternally Forgotten... pretending she was so high up on the food chain when she meant no more than a bug did.

he snorted angrily, death would befall already one known suspect whom had fallen ill to the diesease, though they lest know it. Flint knew and he would perform the crime when the equine least expected it. he knew, the equus he had to murder was not valued, not by him, but perhaps by others... it was his duty... wasn't it? After all, only one equine had ever lived through his torture, that tale shan't ever be told twice, ever. Flint knew why the equine survived but though it survived it was haunted in its sleep by gory images, soon it commited it's own crime.... by ending it's pitiful life. Flint knew even if the animal got away, it's scars would be cut so deep, healing would never be an option...

[creative]

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,

Sheena stood in the mists of the dark forest's canvas as she gazed around, her optics darkening as the light faded away. A rabbit hopped from her direction, her optics focused upon the mammal, but then her twin towers perked up slightly. 'My meal must wait I suppose,' she muttered to herself as she rolled her raven-colored orbs. Her head spun in the opposite direction, her optics glaring forward to the shadow traveling towards her. She tossed her dial back, her tresses flying backwards and in their rightful places. Her forelock swung forward for the wind's gusts pushed forward on her command. The air grew chillier; the sense of evil grew as the shadow came forth. A smirk encarved upon her maw. Surely he was of hell and surely he was of Lucifer himself. She wondered how he would act, for she knew all stallions were different, meaning the majority. For vixens, hellions would say they were all the same. Well they were wrong, the majority was the same, and this vixen was one in a million. She knew her place, she knew she was only a loner and until she was claimed, she had no place in the lands. Maybe one day she would be queen, but until then she would wait and respect her lord. Being evil did not mean she had to disrespect her lord, but she did act cold-hearted around other vixens and other hellions not of her alliance. Most of the other score equines would consider her not one of them, but being mean to all was only part of what they did. Those dark-hearted equines also longed for blood. The smell, the taste, and the texture made them kill others only for a small sample... Sheena loved to fight, and fighting gave her more strength and a little treat afterwards.

The figure came closer this time, near her he stood. She watched the hellion, scanning him dial to dagger. He was of Arabian blood just like she was, and he was pretty muscular. Some scars were scattered around his ebony physique, none were recent though. She listened intently to his lyrics carefully. 'Why do you think I am here?' she thought to herself, not making any facial expressions as she thought. The hellion then replied to himself stating it was rhetorical. 'Good... because for a second I thought you were like all the rest...' It was not like being like the rest of them was bad or anything, but she did not care for the same exact thing all the time. Hopefully this would go through to be alright and he would claim her. Soon she replied as she parted her ebony kisser,

"My curse is that of Sheena. May I ask what is yours?"

She hissed to the hellion, her optics watching him carefully, inspecting his movements and his optics as they wondered. She shifted her weight among her pillars, resting slightly. She felt no need to tense up or anything. He was not doing anything to her that was odd or anything, so she felt the need to relax. Her hind, left dagger rested upon its tip shortly after her pillars got situated. Her nape arched slightly as her dial went near her torso, sort of like a bow, but she held this position. Some would think it was uncomfortable, but she was of Arabian bloodlines and this is what she was bred to do. Her optics were focused upon the soft lome beneath her daggers, no grass within a hundred yards, only bare kaki-colored dusty ground as far as her eyes could see. Shadows shifted around in the background, they were looking for their homes in the late of night. She rolled her optics and wondered why they would want to leave such a wonderful night like this. She knew why though, it was because of darks and the time they hunted. Sheena always hunted in the night; it was easier because they were sleeping in their little dens dreaming of what may come. Who knew it was about to turn into their own nightmare?

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know

ooc| Eek! No muse...

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Why do you still haunt me?
I thought this nightmare was over?

he was wide-eyed at her response, so un-arrogant like the rest of the equine btches, tassel cracked behind his heafty ebonite mass, coal visions watched her quietly, almost half-expecting her to say something rude, [Quite respective of those higher upon the heirarchy(sp?)... what alliance did Apollo place ye?] came his rasping vocabulary, harks pricked atop his zenith, watching her movements carefully. pillars moved his mass closer, his breath drawing down upon her crafted skull, his verbs came spitting out in one sentence, [Do you know who I am?]

skull lifted, accoustics pinned madly, enamels grinded as he watched her manner, she was so respectful it almost disgusted him. he liked females to be respectful, yes, but rough and tough, like he. Msytery was unlike that, the other femme, hardly remembering her calling was too arrogant to even speak to. he wanted a queen yes, but seldom show it. he didnt want anyone to think he was desprete, in which he was not. he was going about his business, watching the sky pass him by, watching the clouds hover over him in this contessa forestry. ick. it almost made him want to puke, he loathed contessa's, they got in the way of everything and everyone.

his plans to murder equines in Dreamscape were not to be foiled by a meddlin' banshee and her plans to have a distorted spawn with him. perhaps Sheena was the same... perhaps she wasn't. it was not like Flint really cared, he just played the 'meeting' game. basically he wanted to go through mostly every female in the realm, seeing which ones deserved to die and which deserved to live, so far, from just seeking them from afar, they all were at their deserved fate... death.

visions never left the new female dubbed Sheena, her bright, out-standing coat reminded him of winter, it never came to his realm, it was always dark, clouds hovering o'er, making it o'er-cast, ensuring the sun beams never shone. and when they did, it only meant Satan was to arrive and give Flint something better to do... like kill something.

the steed let his spheres wander o'er the realm a moment before he spoke once more, [You do know what is happening don't you?] a grin tugged the sides of his ebon kissers, [Or are you just as fcked up as the rest?] of course, he was testing her, anyone not stupid could sense that, he tested everyone, even his dinner. the hares he caught were tested on speed and agility, they usually were caught anyhow.

melarkies froze upon his cerebrum, awaiting her reply, his bodice rippled with pleasure, feeling he had accomplished something by bossing her around, after all, Flint was a b.astard....

No, that was just your dream... the nightmare starts...

Now

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

sorry for such a short post. I have to still pack and sh.it for my absence. anyways, you know how I spell the words: "Fck" and "Btch" their supposed to be like that, or sumtimes I spell them like this, "Fcuk" or "Btich" cause I dont likke putting down the real word. lmao! adios!!

[creative]

ooc| No problemo mi amiga, ^.^

[creative]

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,

The skies finally had made their last rotation around the heavens above; it was completely covered with a blanket of darkness that seemed to be never ending. Some stars poked their way through the think blanket, but most were not luminescent enough to stand out among all the rest of them. Her gaze met the hellions for a second before arching her nape once more. Her slender boa curved in a way that made her mane curve as well, making her seem more Arabian-like. She was not showing off, but merely waiting, trying to be patient. This huntress was very impatient, but she tried to be respectful as much as she could. Indeed she knew this hellion and who he was.

This was Flint, the lord of Thestrials all around. He had power to kill all and this she was fond of very much. Even though she could do wondrous things, this power was indeed interesting. If this hellion were to claim her, of course she would tell him of her gift from Lucifer, but until then her past and her secrets were a mystery. She tossed her dial backwards for a second, trying to get her forelock out of her orb's way, but the wind had other plans. She rolled her eyes slightly and arched her nape once more, watching the hellion as she spoke his lyrics. She listened intently, trying to be patient and it was working fortunately. After the hellion finished his statements, she allowed lyrics to escape her parted, ebony kisser,

"I believe you are the one dubbed Flint, am I correct? The king of Thestrials all around. I too am on this newly discovered path. Originally I was following the score side, but word around the street is that this is where are true darks are, I see for once they are right."

She hissed to the hellion, her words slithered from her maw, into the air with ease. They sounded like nails upon a chalk board, they slowly crept down and into the auds of the other, and she stood, waiting for an answer, but then quickly remembered the other acquirement he had stated last. The vixen then added,

"I guess brains and beauty did not come in one package for those b.itches this time," She hissed as she walked forward to the hellion, watching him. She halted near him, taking in his sent and then the huntress continued on, "They would be smarter if they knew when to shut up,"

She laughed slightly in her lyrics, for her words were true. Not many were smart, they had not street smarts nor the book smarts to prove it. It was amazing how dimwitted and pathetic they acted, acting like the hellion just "bumped" into the vixen and she begins to throw a fit on why they are there. Those were some things Sheena would never understand in this f.ucked up world of ours, but no one could help it. Equines on earth were merely puppets in a play and Lucifer and God are fighting over who does what in this big show called life.

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

--Will read and reply to when I get back late Tuesday...-

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

And I think you should follow your own advice. he replied just as sharply in return, saliva dripped from the sides of his kissers as he watched her, he was extremly relaxed, Listen maiden, our conversation has gone on long enough, it beith time I get back to my empire, before worthless luce's sprinkle fairy dust upon it. he sneered widly. eavesdroppers flickered back, uncertain what the contessa's reaction may be, would she think he was not after all testing her? perhaps, perhaps not. he worked his life as a game, not revealing what he felt to the last second.... if he did indeed feel something promising in this particular minx.

pillars began leading him off, then a sigh was expelled heavily when no quick reply came, C'mon, I shan't tell you twice, off to my domain to be crowned Queen. nape arched as he began beating off, now it was her turn to either follow and be crowned the most envied spot in all Dreamscape or to leave him in anger, dismay and mounting frustration.

ebon pelt began mixing in with the abyss, You are the only one so far promising, show me you are a Therestrial, remember Love, I can just as easily kick you out. he smirked and waited for a few seconds, if she were to follow then began through the thick hedges, I'll be waiting. came his raspy vocals as he disappeared.

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

---sorry its so short, i have a ton of h/w-----

[creative]

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,

Sheena's optics scanned the hellion, Flint. She wondered if this would go on for much longer, but then again, she tried oh so hard to be patient with him. This was truly against her nature, of course, but it was worth it... well maybe it will in the end. To be apart of the Thestrials and to be, what she heard, the first vixen to join, would be quite an honor. Just shows how much being respectful pays off, then again it does pay a big price some times. No one knew that being dark and respectful was possible; they just thought being rude, b.itchy, and throwing fits would get them to the top, think again. Besides, if it got what she wanted then she was fine with it. There was also a plus side to this, she could find watching Flint kill innocent luces as fun. Then again, killing them herself was even more fun. Would she get the privilege? Or would she be stuck killing little vermin luces call "cute." Uhg, they disgust all darks, they were not meant to be born. This Earth was meant for only darks and Thestrials of course.

Soon, she opened her twin towers to Flint's lyrics, a bit harsh, but nothing she minded at all. She agreed she talked a bit much that time, normally she did not talk much, but that time she had to speak her mind and it only held the truth. The hellion then wished to get back to his land; he referred to no one else so she assumed he was leaving her there in the Claiming Grounds. 'Well, you can't win 'em all...' she muttered to herself in her thoughts as she rolled her optics, ready to leave. The huntress then heard his other lyrics, the vixen spun back around to him; she gazed at him with her devilish optics of a midnight black. They almost shone a red sort of tone in them, which was quite normal for her considering her powers from Lucifer. The word "queen" stuck in her mind for that is what she was aiming for, and she hit the target right on. She was a bit happy about this, but no smile emerged upon her face. She kept a straight look as she thought of her in the harem, killing for a living. Maybe she could, maybe she couldn't, but as time would go, she would know. Soon, a devilish smirk showed slightly upon her ebony kisser.

"I'll catch up in no time...."

She muttered slightly to him, and slightly to herself. She knew she would catch up to him, for even though he had gotten a great lead, she had her gift on her side. Slowly, Flint exited the Claiming Grounds and Sheena was left in the dust. Her auds perked up, her dial went low to the ground as her nape arched slightly, and she pawed at the ground. Within seconds she had slipped into her ghostly form and vanished into thin air, no sounds were attached, only the coldness of her spirit left behind her. Her speed quickened, the air rustled behind her, and her strides lengthened as she passed Flint slowly. Soon, she caught up to him and ran by him, once he arrived, she would enter with a striking entrance...

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know

[creative]

OOC| No problem, you may post first and I will post after you in the lands, okay?