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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:51 pm
This is the RP Log for Exaleen2 and RInial Sisterdragon (me) for ongoing AIM RP between these two:   Please no extra posting as it will confuse the plot hamster. (baylea koren is Exaleen2 and rinial is me)
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:52 pm
Rinial: The large mare was having one of those lazy days since she'd been able to go off and stretch her legs, as well as her mind. It was late afternoon and she was starting to feel like hunting. Food was a necessity, and the rabbits were in high gear making more rabbits, oh the delicious delicacy that she enjoyed. Much more normal than that of her daughter who adored to eat hummingbirds, though she had to admit the little buggers were quite tasty, especially after they'd feasted on a decent amount of nectar. In some ways it made Eviotil wonder what a flutter soquili would taste like, but then the insect-like wings would be annoying, and what if you didn't get the head bitten off correctly, that would be a terrible case of indigestion.
Coming up quietly to a clearing where she could hear skittering of little feet, Eviotil grinned, sharp teeth glimmering, as did the blades along her tail. She was quite happy to hear so much activity, and she'd take her time picking out which one she'd have for dinner.
baylea koren: His mind was at a loss, however could his mother have found him in such a short time? How he despised her and everything that she had said, how she “loved him” how she didn’t care about how he was. His light green eyes kept looking forwards, his frown deeper than usual. He hated them all, every one of that stupid family that he was a part of. None of them knew anything, this world wasn’t meant to be shared with others, it was meant for rulers and their servants. His face still unfazed, but his insides became colder as he walked, his emotions spinning in his head as he usually left them. Oliver’s hooves were quiet as he walked, he wanted no one of unimportance to come his way, he had plotting to do.
He was sick of being treated like a child because of his looks, his plans to kill stuck in his head like a screaming voice telling him to become the super power he was destined to be. He stopped momentarily to look upon himself in a river, his curls fell over his eyes. His light green eyes were the only ways to tell his emotions, his face seemed blank and uninterested as it always did. He cursed the skies above him, he was true evil caught in a “handsome stallions” body.
rinial: Oh there was a fat one that was ripe for the picking. It lumbered about, nibbling here and there, and it wasn't a pregnant rabbit, so that was perfectly fine game for her. It seemed as though in a moment she was still and the next she was leaping upon the screaming little rabbits. Thirty or so when scampering and scrambling for safety, while the fat one was pinned down by it's back legs, howling in pain. Oh the fear that dripped from its' cries made the large and intensely evil looking mare shiver in delight, her tail sweeping back and forth behind her as she shifted a hoof to break one of the legs she'd pinned, a sickening little snap echoed as her maw turned into a grizzly and sadistic grin.
Eviotil's long tail shifted behind her as her wings twitched, feathers falling from them and singeing the ground as they landed, the late light shimmer off her spikes and blades as she slowly leaned down, biting off the tail of the rabbit first, And proceeding to the ears before she snapped the other leg, the cries of the fat rabbit were music to her ears, so much so that she likely wouldn't hear anyone approaching, no matter how loud or soft they walked, not that anyone would want to get near whatever was causing the rabbit so much pain.
baylea koren : Wherever Oliver was, he had snapped out of it. A blood curtailing scream was replaced into his ears, making him shiver, what a joyous noise. His head perked up as he waited for it to end and when It didn’t, his interest got the best of him. He did enjoy the sound of a kill, but it was more interesting to see another and their tactics. His hooves even quieter now, but his pace quickened with each step, how interested he was for once. Oliver was always in the forest, traveling there day and night, he wished not to travel in any other way. How he hated the open. His pace slowed as the sounds got as loud as the possibly could, and his usual unfazed face, was now cracked into a near smile.
There before him stood a mare, tormenting a small bunny that she had caught. Just the look of her made Oliver interested, what power she must hold in herself. He could see the pleasure she got from her kill, the way her tail flicked with the increase of screams. The light green eyes rested upon her, then, he stepped from behind his hiding place. He allowed the bunnies scream to die away before he spoke. “What a killer I have found.”
rinial: Eviotil took her time, finishing the ears and front legs before chomping down the rabbit from its' back legs to it's head. The snapping and crunching that echoed as she at it bones and all was horrific to most, but anyone that knew her didn't really pay any mind to it. That was how she enjoyed a kill, and enjoyed her meal. Her tongue slid outward and licked still fresh blood from her lips, savoring the smear on her face from the warm little creature she'd devoured, sharp teeth gleamed with blood, and red slitted eyes glanced up to see a stallion staring at her.
His words made her want to preen happily, however her demeanor remained unmoving from a sadistic grin, a purple haze seeming to loom from around her feet, the eyes on her wings seeming to stare, and occasionally blink, "Now what have we here? More food for my hunger?" Though he looked decent for most Kalona's to tussle with, he was not strong enough by any means to take her on, few were given what she was, "Or perhaps you've come to catch a rabbit of your own for dinner?" Her grin seemed to grow, sharp teeth still gleaming with blood of her kill.
baylea koren: He remained silent as he watched her kill. The viciousness of it was an intoxicating site, he was in awe, but the face never changed. He remembered his first kill, as a small foal, traveling alone. He was slightly afraid as he trapped the animal for his first time. It was getting past the breaking of the neck and the screams that was hardest for him. The minute he had killed it though, his life had been forever changed. He enjoyed the inflicting of the pain, but he had to grow fond of the taste of blood. His eyes watched her, she was talented and he already could sense that about her as he watched. The sight of blood covering her face made the corner of his mouth twitch in delight. He had so much respect for a mare he had only watched and knew nothing of.
He shrugged after she spoke to him, “I came merely to admire another killer. I see I have found quite the excellent one.” Her smile seemed to intrigue him more. His eyes screamed with honor and respect, but again his face showed nothing. He walked closer towards her, not afraid of what she was. “I am Oliver Constantine Brochan.”
rinial: She smirked a little more as the stallion introduced himself, his eyes catching her interest, though his face remained impassive. He was quite the smooth talker and entertaining in his admiration of her kill, "You flatter me with your words, and your name is quite interesting." she did not move as he approached her fearlessly, "Eviotil ver Spitfire, you will do well to remember it, young Constantine." She didn't much care for his first name but his second seemed to suit much better the look of his callousness.
"Simply an admirer or do you long to know better how to kill for your own means?" Yes, she could tell he was a soquili with darker intentions than most of his kind, that was a given. She licked her teeth again, knowing easily that she could disable the stallion long before he made any move to try and take her out, "I've seen your kind before, most of them happy little children, but that does not seem to be what your scent gives off."
baylea koren: He shrugged, he in know means why trying to flatter the mare, though he found pride in himself for doing so. She was a cold blooded killer, something he enjoyed more then he had imagined he would. He wasn't good with names, perhaps this was for the fact he cared not learn the name of them. Her name found a place in his spinning thoughts, "Eviotil Ver Spitfire it is then." He was not used to hearing his name come from another so easily, Oliver was very quiet with who he chose to introduce himself too. He allowed a respectful bow, which he believed she deserved.
He was caught up in staring into her wings, the red eyes that looked at him made him happy, as if true evil was resting themselves on him. Her wings that shed their feathers made him more curious about her. Then, she commented on his looks. He let his frown go deeper, "I am judged by my outer looks, but I strive to kill those before me." He cursed the sky above again for his looks, "I strive for power. To Kill the weaker. To rule above all others." He looked at her, his eyes looking to hers, "I feel as though you know much about this."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 12:00 pm
rinial: Eviotil couldn't help knowing what he was talking about, but killing the weaker around you left nothing to rule when you were as strong as she was. The only things that could really give her a run for her money were the dragons, the skinwalkers, and a few of the more well equipped mutants. Everyone else was a pawn for her amusement, "I know how to use the weaker as pawns in the games I play, use them to my benefit, since there is no point in killing them unless they are a lesson to others." Her wings twitched, the feathers falling more and singeing the ground, "You make an example of the stronger willed ones and the ones that are weak fall into line and do your bidding." Yes that was how it worked, though there were some that were incapable of fearing the nightmare that stood before them. Her thoughts drifted to a certain herdleader she didn't mind too much.
"Just to kill the weak is not enough, you must subjegate them, by weakening the strongest of them, and bending them to your will. You break their spirit by force or logic and then you may have whatever you like." She looked at him carefully, "I say your looks are your strongest ally, all you need is a silver tongue to charm them to your will, and enough capability to hide that little blood lust of yours long enough to ensnare them so that they can't leave." She figured he wanted power, lots of it, tangible things like her fire, but he already had more than enough on his own, it simply needed a little fine tuning.
baylea koren: Oliver nodded as the mare talked, what a lucky run in he was blessed with. She was right, he needed pawns. He needed the weak ones to stay alive, do his bidding, be controlled. He clicked his tongue, an awful habit he had aquired as he grew in order to express his emotions without showing them through his face. Olivers green eyes watched her feathers fall, and then disappear onto the ground.
Her words filled him, she made points that he had never even thought of. He dreaded her next words, his looks being his strongest ally, acquiring the silver tongue, he hated them all. His thoughts screaming at him in every direction laughing at him, but again the mare was right. Olivers light green eyes turned to look into hers, "Teach me your thought process."
rinial: Eviotil sighed mentally. How was she going to teach this stallion her thoughts when sometimes they were quite indescribable and bordering on not exactly evil in most other's opinions. She thought for a few moments, "You truly wish to be my disciple? Swear allegiance to my banner, and never question the rules I lay down before you?" She was going to make damn sure he understood, her word was law as far as learning her version of evil.
She smirked rather disturbingly, "If you swear that, I'll teach you the arts of deception, and a true silver tongue to use where ever you like, on whoever." Her discerning glare narrowed, "But if you choose to question my teachings, I will simply kill you as a warning to any others who may choose to try my patience." It was a matter of fact tone, Eviotil had few she tolerated, and even fewer she liked, this young one could become a good ally, or he could be a good lunch if he got too nosy.
baylea koren: Oliver's light green eyes lightly rested on her, she was in fact what he had been looking for. Stern and showing the power she possessed without even making a move, but by just using her voice to project her intensity. He nodded to her, "You have my full attention, Eviotil." His mouth tugged upwards in a very very small smile, he rather enjoyed how much power the kalona mare could project with such a simple tone. Yet his voice remained very dry as it always seemed to stay, no matter how much he tried to divert from it. She would more than likely teach him this art, or so he had believed. He flicked his tail, "I promise you will not have to kill me. I, am your humble apprentice, more willing to learn than any of your other followers will ever be." He finished this sentence with the click of his tongue, as if he was trying to say this was a positive statement.
Rinial: This was going to test her patience more and more, she knew that very well, but it would be quite amusing, "First of all, you will have to meet a few pawns, as well as my daughter. If you want truly disarming charm, you will do well to study the mare I raised, there are days she even surprises me with her disturbing nature." No Enali was not as powerful as her mother, but the wicked little mare was just as cunning, and a damn good informant when it came to playing with those around her. Eviotil thought for a moment, "No, first we learn the rules. Take what you can, without getting caught, bend the weak willed to your ideals, be it servitude, or sacrifice, they are your pawns. Make sure you are the strongest one in your area, if you are not you will be taken out by a "Hero". Be wary of unicorns, they may seem happy go lucky but they're a sneaky batch of bastards." She thought more, "Never be too stubborn to call it quits. If they don't bend, or they see through your ruse, you have two options, Kill them and run a risk of suspicion, or move on and graze in greener pastures. Pawns aren't that hard to come by, so don't get caught up in collecting them."
"Among a flock of sheep, though you are a wolf, never show your true colors until the moment those sheep are fully in your control. Sweet words will get you far more than the bitter words and fierce words you may prefer. Once you are a true King among your pawns, then you may induce fear to remind them who rules, but until then, charm and kindness with your looks will gather them to you." She smirked a bit, sharp teeth showing through, "You will learn to charm the very petals off the flowers, and once you are ready, I will find you a prime target to start your little campaign."
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