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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:55 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:52 pm
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:46 am
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 2:12 pm
In Thread RP- Ariston and Desdemona May 31st 07 Tweekend Ariston wandered off on his own, leaving Heartless with the children. It was the type of night where anything could happen, and the air told him to leave Loveless and Kerian in a safe area. He sighed, and trudged forwad through the forest, feeling as horrible as ever. His thoughts were all dangled and confused, and for once he hoped to look for a certain individual. In his past, he would never venture out in search of another, unless it was Heartless. But, this other being was one he feared for so long, that it felt odd looking for her like this.
Everything had been mixed up since he had children, and it was just too much to handle for him. Only one of his friends seemed to appreciate his children, and every other reaction was more shocking then the next. It also seemed that it had starting drizzling above him, leaving the musky night sky even gloomier then before. Ariston ignored the fear of frizzy hair, and trudged through the mud, knowing that he could wash his body in the morning.
Everything was just a mess, and it seemed even the weather was agreeing on that thought. Miss Cherie
Damn it. Why, exactly, was it that the shred of humanity had taken tonight to make itself known? She would squash it. She would scour herself clean of it, she would destroy it. She hated that infinitely tiny bit of weakness. I divorce myself of you, you damnable creature. Grrr. Shedding her pelt for the time being, Desdemona decided to hide in plain sight, among other Soquili. Perhaps if she surrounded herself with their filth she would understand again that they must all be swallowed up in chaos. Perhaps. The Skinwalker paced, irritated and irritable, wanting nothing more than to be left alone. She drifted, wandering farther and farther away from the gathered herds.
Tweekend Ariston continued through the swampish enviornment, feeling the rain hit him on and off. He hated rain, but at the same time enjoyed it. He knew it made everything more beautiful, but if anything, it didn't help with his image!
It was hard for him to not think about himself constantly, so he tried to keep his mind focused. Strange.. he didn't smell Desdemona in the air, and usually he could pick up her scent immediately. It made him a bit frustrated, for the smell of a skinwalker was a obvious one to feel.
His hair was starting to get heavy with water, so he made his way under a cliff, shielding him from the nasty rain. He had nothing else to do but just wait, and he also had no where else to go at the moment. He shook his head, hoping to relieve himself of some of the water. Even though his life was a bit mixed up, it didn't weigh him down as much at is should. Though, his mind was wonderful at blocking many unnessary thoughts out. But, he didn enjoy fixing up problems when he could. Miss Cherie
A familiar scent. Wonderful. There was only one Kalona who smelled as 'pretty' (for lack of a better term. Flowery would not do) as Ariston. Generally, they did not seem to care about keeping themselves in the pristine condition that he favored. Most did not come up smelling of roses, or whatever flower it was that he seemed to delight in. Perhaps that was simply part of his own scent? Desdemona twisted her lip, disgusted by the overwhelmingly pleasant scent. Was he incapable of smelling like, oh, say... rotted meat? Even mud would be preferable. Ah well. It seemed that was hopeless. "Hello, precious," the Skinwalker said, clearly not putting any feeling behind the words. Any feeling beyond the usual spiteful waspishness. Or perhaps was there a little more in the way of irritation discernible in her tone? Perhaps. He had found himself a nice little nest. What a pity that it was beneath the same cliff that she was currently using for shelter. It would have been so freeing to be left alone.
Tweekend Ariston jumped when he heard the voice of Desdemona. "Where, how..?" He looked at her strangely, noting that her normal pelt was missing. "My, you look lovely." It was almost creepy, since the first time he had met her so long ago, she wasn't wearing the usual attire that he had noticed so many other times. And, so long ago, he had no idea in to what conversation he was getting into. Now, he was fully prepared.
"How are you doing, Desdemona?" The question had many meanings for him, especially since he had NO idea how she was doing, especially after meeting his daughter. She seemed to be hiding from the rain as well, and at least they stood comfortably, even though Ariston's insides were completely nervous. He always had to be careful of what he said in front of her, though he couldn't really tell of her intentions at this moment. Miss Cherie
"Empty words, Ariston." Desdemona brushed off the compliment, shrugging it off like a duck might rid itself of water. "I am as I am, which is no better or no worse than any other time... and anything else that can be said of me you would probably not wish to know." It was strange, really, talking to a Kalona as she did. She spoke to him more than any other being in the world of plains, trees, and sky. Perhaps he should consider himself privileged. Perhaps not. It was, she thought, primarily because he was such a confused individual. Confusion was another part of chaos. "And you? Brimming with bliss over your little bundle if joy?" He did seem to be very proud of Loveless. But, then again, being a prideful creature, that probably made a certain amount of sense. That did not make her like the little beast any more than she did. How many Soquili did she like, though? Her opinion of them meant very little in the grand scheme of things, when all was said and done.
Tweekend Who knew if he really wanted to know, but he swallowed hard as she finished speaking, already feeling exhausted on what to say to her. "I didn't mean for last time we met to go so poorly." He tilted his head at her, wondering what was going on in her mind. "And of course I am proud of my daughter, she is much different since she has spoken to you." Or well, was physcially addressed, to say it truthfully. "There are two others, males. They are quite proud as well."
He leaned his body on the rocky surface, and lowered his head comfortably. "I am suprised, how come you are wandering around with no 'attire' on?" That was strange of her, especially since she seemed so used to her pelt recently. It really had become a part of her, or that is how Ariston viewed it overall. Miss Cherie
Desdemona considered Ariston's words, and fought off the insanity that threatened to tear through all of her intentions. "Generally I approve of chaos being spread, but for reasons that I find difficult to explain, your little family troubles me. Perhaps it is simply that you seem to have mellowed out since they were born." And he had been so good at being a b*****d before then, for all that he would never admit to it. "But they are your family, and they are little evil ones." So long as they did not bother her, she would leave them alone. If they did, though... things might be very different. "I became tired of wearing my pelt, and wished to wander without being instantly recognized. Too many Soquili know me by sight or smell for me to cross these lands unhindered."
Tweekend Mellowed out? Did he really? "Well, then how was I before?" Where was Desdemona getting that idea? What a strange thing to say.. He was taken aback, almost. And, it was strange also that she was acting as if she knew him so well. "Well, forgive me if my family troubles you, but I am quite happy." He snorted, and was unable to ignore his angry feelings at her comments. "I thought you would be more pleased at how openly evil my daughter is compared to me. It must be something she got from her mother." He grinned at her, and was becoming more used to his daughter these days.
"I have noticed you have become quite popular, I was suprised you know." He kept his grin and walked around her, as she once did to him. "I never thought I would see you around such idiots lately, it suprises me." He kept his tone calm, though was intrigued on the subject. Miss Cherie
Desdemona bared her teeth, a little of the coyote showing through the horse. "Your family is your own, and I leave you to them." Spitefully, the mare moved away from the circling stallion, making it very clear that if he felt the need to be in any way threatening, he would find his life suddenly full of pain. She snorted, a hint of her canines showing. "Until the day Loveless grows up, she is but a foal to me, however evil." And that was the truth. "I cannot abide little ones. That is not a personal thing between us, it is simply not in my nature to... enjoy them." If indeed she did enjoy anything but evil, destruction, and chaos. "It shocks me that I am so encumbered by foolish Soquili, having made no expression of interest in that regard. I do not want the company of creatures as 'good' and 'true' as they are." Nor, in truth, could she claim to want anyone's company. But at least the evil ones weren't sickeningly sweet. "They should be hanging off of you, precious. You would probably enjoy their adulation."
Tweekend He could understand that, he wasn't suprised either that she wasn't fond of children. Ariston really wasn't found of others children, though because it was his own, he begged to differ. He gave her some space, and was suprised as to why he felt so overly confident suddenly. But, that was his nature, in reality.
"Hanging off of me? Well, I only enjoy their attention, but then I shoo them away." There was only so much babbling and bickering he could take from the many Soquili that roamed the area, and it was enough to drive him nuts. "But, you have been so leniant with them, and that is what I find so suprising. There has been a lack of bloodshed lately, and I always wonder why?" His lips curled into a horrible grin, and he enjoyed the idea of Desdemona putting havoc on others. "I get too nervous, messing myself up for that sort of thing." Sadly, it was true. Miss Cherie
"If I allow them to become cocky around me, then it will make their downfalls that much sweeter." Cocky, like Ariston was being now. She bared her teeth and growled, reminding him that she was perfectly willing to rend his pretty flesh. "Do I disappoint you by not providing enough in the way of entertainment? Should you rather I become even more bloody than I am at present?" For, after all, she had beaten the tar out of several Soquili in recent times. "Would you like it if I killed them, Ariston?" she purred, showing every sign of getting dangerously close to the edge of her control. "You should remember that no one is safe from my madness, stallion. You are too intelligent to be so... " she weighed her words, placing them on the table with great care,"... senseless." She rather enjoyed the look he was wearing, and wondered how she could procure more such looks. "But I think that it better suits my purposes for you to go about breaking hearts with that face of yours. It would be a pity to mar such a tool for destruction." She smirked wickedly, enjoying the thought of the pain that he could cause.
Tweekend "This much is true." He was used to her growls, though always heard them still with precaution. "I would never find you a dissapointment, I was just suprised, that's all. I think you look lovely in blood, you wear it well." Again, it may have been a stretch, but it was painfully true. It was as if Desdemona was in her element when she did such things, and Ariston was always amazed. There was a reason that nature made some things do better then others.
He was shocked by her purr, but found it amusing. "I find I can be senseless, sadly." He sighed, knowing some of his flaws included listening to kind-hearted unicorns babble on about nothing. "I don't know if killing them would ever appeal to me." He looked at her, very taken aback once again. The thought had never struck his mind, and he was weary if anything. "Some things are too beautiful in my eyes to kill.." It was just the way he saw things, though the ugly ones.. maybe? With a light snicker, he brought his purple eyes on her.
"Breaking hearts, is it? Now, I wish I had that much power. That only works on a few dumb ones. Mares these days are becoming smarter, its weird. Or maybe, my intentions are spreading around too quickly as well?" Maybe they both had the same problem, and it was impossible for Ariston to just, vanish. Not only would it go against his principals, but it would be impossible! Miss Cherie
Now wasn't this amusing? Poor little Ariston, so unaware of his own charms. Pity that they would never work on her, so that she could not even properly explain them to him. "Oh, I have no doubt that if you put some effort into it, you could be a breaker of hearts. After all, I have interacted with these 'intelligent' mares of yours, and it seems to me that they would be taken in by your pretty boy charms." There were many mares who valued a 'bad boy', and Ariston at least could be trusted not to harm them. "I have no qualms about killing these beauties, but then, I think you know that." She laughed to think that his abilities only worked on the dumb ones. "Would you consider your light o' love to be dumb? I am thinking that you do not... and that the mother of your children must certainly have found something worthwhile in you." In certain aspects of his company at any rate. Oh, for a way to simply disappear, to no longer have to suffer the sickening sweetness of Soquili as a whole.
Tweekend "Pretty boy charms, now you are saying something silly." Never could he even think to hear those words come out of Desdemona's mouth. But, they both seemed strangely comfortable in their chat. "Though, within every pretty boy lies something deeper, and although mine may be more twisted then some of these lame males," he let out a slight chuckle, "I at least try to stay true to myself, despite the attracting beauty of others." Just as, he had mated with a Kalona that he found remarkable unique.
Heh, how funny that she brought up Heartless. It was also amusing to see how different her comment compared to his real relationship with Heartless. "She really only puts up with me because she doesn't have emotions. Literally. Afterall, even mares get sick of me babbling on about myself." And, this was true. Heartless just didn't seem to care about anything. "And I assure you, there is something worthwhile in me, but only the prized Soquili are able to see that." His face was different this time, and he looked towards her and lost his smirkish grin. "Now, enough about me, please continue on about yourself, Desdemona." He was sure she was getting bored on the subject of him, for that is how it had been at times in the past.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 1:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:23 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 8:51 pm
Open - In thread RP <3 June 2, 07 Meeki  Angelique walked towards the clearing, a serene smile upon her face. She wondered if she would stand a chance winning the bet she made with her brother. He was far more charismatic than she, perhaps because he had a warmer heart. Of course, he'd never admit to such a thing but she could see it in his eyes. Perhaps even if he won the bet, it would be his downfall. Why had she even agreed to such a preposterous thing? Why would she want to pretend and romance some stallion? What would she gain by having some poor sap fawn all over her and smother her? Of course, there could be enjoyment when the time came to tell the stallion that he was merely a pawn. That she didn't give a damn about him. Still though, was it even worth the effort just to see Antichrist parade around with a mud covered body? It would be worth it. How humiliating it would be for her brother who prided himself in his pristine coat. No mare would give him a second glance after that. Perhaps she should give this bet a little more consideration afterall. Tweekend  Vodka glanced left and right, and sighed at the empty landscape. Everything about him had been off, and he wondered if it was his mother's doing. All she ever did was laugh at him, especially since he was useless at finding a female even to talk to. He would return home with NO news about anyhthing, and he craved any kind of moment that he could spend with a pretty female. It was hard enough to create a sentence here and there, and it pissed him off.
He could never be like the gold figure he had admired so, Ariston. The b*****d. Ariston didn't even care when females gave him attention, and he rarely gave it back. Vodka spent his time sweet talking and smiling, bending over backwards to impress a lady, but he never got any sign of hope. He just sucked apparently, and it made no sense why. Was he not attractive enough? He thought he was quite a talker and looker, but apparently, to females he wasn't.
He trotted forward in the quiet landscape, sighing at his failures. "Well, this is great." He huffed.Miss Cherie 
Wild and free she wandered, no longer hiding from the world that had become familiar to her now, but had once been so strange and new. Anarchy did not feel like staying in her little grove tonight. Oh no. She felt like maybe causing a bit of trouble, making a stir. The question to be asked now was whether she could handle it. She thought she could. There was no better time to discover that than the present. It took her no longer than perhaps half an hour to find her way to the gathering place of Soquili. She'd been there before, perhaps once or twice at the most, and every experience left her changed in some small way. The last time, she had met a Kalona, and a unicorn stallion who had the most striking, silver coat. It had almost been white, and his eyes had had no pupils. She'd never seen anything like him before. Similarly, she'd never seen a Kalona before. She hadn't known what to expect. Hmm. Did she spy a familiar coat? No, that couldn't be right. Antichrist had not been female. How... bizarre.
edit- No continued? >P
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 9:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:45 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 2:24 pm
 Basket has hatched XD Spade is here!! heart
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:07 pm
Aim Rp-With Cherie
June 5th 07
A bright flash. A memory. Anger. Pain. Desdemona groaned, hissing in memory of the horror that had befallen her. Damn him. Damn them. She hated them all, didn't she? Stupid... wretched fools. She shook off the pelt, forcing it to fade so that she could once again wear her body as it had been, unmarked. ******** them. Bastards. She needed the chaos now, like a drug. Needed it. Thrived on it. Still... she hated the memories. She hated to remember how weak she had been. It wasn't fair, but life was never, ever fair. She had been... different. Now, she was a slave to the curse. It drew her like a puppet on strings, she was its puppet. And while she fought to have coherent thoughts, deep down she knew that she had become it.
Ariston was content. The children were with Heartless, and he was off by himself again. His emotions were all stable, and he was happy wandering off for a moment. His body felt heavy lately, he felt so strained and leveld down in one place. His family was taking a toll on his personal thoughts, but yet, he was still content. It was a strange feeling, he couldn't figure it out perfectly. The air felt nice around him, and as he slowly walked, he tried to fill his cloudy head with comfortable thoughts. Everything was good at the moment, that was all he had to keep telling himself. Soon things would get better then good, just as they were before. With a slight nod to himself, he strut forward, wagging his tail slowly behind him.
Desdemona's wandering eyes took in the sight of Ariston strutting about, acting very much as though his world was completely at peace. She sneered. Not only were things causing her difficulties, but he was doing well! Not for long, if she had anything to say about it. "Hello, precious," she hissed, letting him know from the get-go that this would not be an easy conversation. Her eyes flashed with irritation, and she flicked her tail, sweeping it out in a wide banner. Damnable creatures, males. Females were even worse. Oh, but she loathed them. "And what has brought you out here, to me... and looking so pleased with yourself?" She would've bared her teeth, but that would be putting too much effort into him.
Well, he didn't exactly stride out to find HER, but, he would never say that to Desdemona. "What is wrong with being content, everything is comfortable around me, so I am as well. And you, Desdemona?" He figured he would probably regret asking that, but he did anyhow. "How are you doing on this calm evening?" He had been running into Des a lot lately, and he kept his eyes on her wisely when he was finally able to spot here. He was so in thought that he didn't even pay attention that she was around her. "Anything new and exciting with you?"
"Calm?" She uttered, tasting the word and finding it lacking. Her eyes snapped with fury, and she raised her eyes, giving him a viciously formidable glare. "You might call it exciting," she growled, frustrated by the way he seemed to put so little thought into his words. She liked to think that she had taught him better. Her lip curled, and showed the faint sign of fangs, the only hint that she was not as she seemed. Even her scent was tolerable. "There iiiss nothing wrong with it," she almost seemed to hiss. Oh, she was in a mood to be reckoned with. She was almost at the point of ripping his throat out, and he was attempting to exchange pleasantries with her.
Well, Des didn't seem very pleasant tonight. Ariston was used to her personality at this point, though he would never get cocky in a sense. "Glad to hear." He added, though felt dim with words. What could he honestly say to her? It was hard enough for him to speak most of the time, so he looked at her cautiously, trying to figure out how to proceed. "I hope I am not disturbing your evening, I was wandering off before." He was still suprised that she had appeared so easily, and he only put his head down in sollitude before going back to watching her again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 2:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 2:25 pm
 Loveless is grown up @W@~!!!!!
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 12:07 pm
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