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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 9:37 am
 [.RP LOG.]
...Bippity Boppity Boo..."...Sparks uses her 'connections' to kick start her plan for world domination! Well, not really, she simply contemplates setting up a dating agency..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:02 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:08 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:14 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...Ladies' Man..."...Appreciative stares and questionable thoughts are a bad thing for this mare..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 4:37 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...Can You Speak..."...Sparks contemplates the problems the clothes on foreign soquili might bring..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:13 pm
 [.RP LOG.]
...The Games We Play..."...Ashura encounters the first mare of her travels, and the unusual games she plays..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:47 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:45 pm
The Roleplay that takes place below this picture may cause distress to some individuals. While it remains within the PG limit, the subject matter addressed is intended to develop the characters in question and may not be appreciated by some readers.
If individuals do not like blood, wounds or reference to attacks and fights then please do not read beyond this point until such time as I have indicated that it is safe to do so.
Thank you in advance.
~Paramekia~
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:58 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...Close Your Eyes...
There had been something wrong for quite some time now, the inevitable day of his birth had drawn near and with it, a rather rapid change in mood. For years it had been an annual occurrence, one that the forest's residents had prepared for and waited for. During this single day, the terror of what lay deep within the mutant would be released - the disciplined stallion but a mere shadow in comparison to the powerful influence of his father's blood. It was the one day (and none knew why) when, regardless of how hard the stallion fought, his father's blood...kalona blood, took control.
It was for this day and this day alone that the stallion would lose all sense and in doing so, placed those in the immediate area in grave danger. The forest's residents had long since fought hard to ensure that the Mutant's desire for solitude had been respected and maintained - strangers were warned away or chased away by force if necessary but lately...
Lately their attempts to keep the forest secret had failed, the tail of the Mutant had spread and much to his displeasure there had been far too many visitors. None of these visitors had respected what he was, the warnings he had provided to them and had simply laughed. It was almost as though his disciplined façade was enough to force them in to a sense of security.
...Those of the low lands were always so trusting.
For that reason, over recent days the stallion's temper had been suitably worse than it had been in quite some time. While he kept reign upon it and forced the blood in him to submit, the expression on his face was clear - this years birthday would be much worse than the last. The forest's residents could only hope and pray to the Great Spirit that the Soquili would for once refrain from entering the Barren Lands.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:23 pm
It had been a spur of the moment sort of thing, the mare hadn't found any conversation that morning regardless of her requests to the spirits and had taken that as a sign. Often, when the Spirits couldn't provide her with company it meant that it was time for her to move. Perhaps not to move out of the lands themselves but to another part of it - to explore the land in greater depths and to uncover Soquili that may not dwell in the region she had been present.
It was for this reason and this reason alone that she had woken up that morning and had proceeded up the slopes. Having explored one side of the mountain fully, the lowlands and the lakes she had decided that it was perhaps time to explore the darker regions of the forests. No, she didn't have a death wish but she had heard tale that beyond the forests there lay a desert...a sight she would like to see.
Nevertheless, it was rare when the unicorn felt the ominous presence. That eerie dread was not something she experienced every day and even as she clipped through the forest she couldn't help but feel like something was amiss. The unusual silence only served to make her hoof beats echo despite their muffled quality and every now and then her ears swivelled to and fro in response to the only sounds she could hear.
Her hoof beats.
This was unnatural to her and while she was of the firm belief that the Great Spirits would guide her through, she was slowly coming to the conclusion that they did not want her to stay. Mayhaps it was the desert that held more company and not this dead land...?
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:38 pm
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The hours had passed slowly, they were gradual and had been expected by the Mutant but this did nothing to tame his impatience. He had long since lost any sense, the change had been sudden - a peculiar feature but he would argue it was due to his father's blood. The previous day the forest had been 'vacated', or rather the residents had hidden and shortly after (they were lucky) he had seemed to...switch?
Now, the Mutant did little more than allow his amber eyes to scour the horizon for any signs of life. A potential toy, anything to feed his desires or at least that yearning to flick his tongue across that scarlet treat. A part of him screamed in protest had the mere thought but, with a suggestive smirk he did nothing more than flare his nostrils and unfurl his devilish wings.
To unfurl these great limbs was a chore in itself. They were 'upside down' as so many had observed and yet, with a serious of twists, the extra bones within them caused them to drop down close to his feet. Then slowly but surely he pushed them both out to the side in a manner that made them look petite.
It was with one final effort that he finally threw them upwards, the last of the muscles flipping his limbs into place. With that single movement his wings seemed to right themselves and lay suspended above his head - a span that would defeat many kalona in terms of size...it was amusing how looks could be deceiving.
For upside down and 'small' wings, they certainly held their surprises.
Regardless, it was as he examined one of his outstretched wings that his ears gave a twitch and he swivelled his head round to point in the direction of the faint sound. In such a quiet forest it was not hard to hear something at such a distance.
It seemed someone favoured him this day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:48 pm
Can you hear it?
Once again her ears swivelled and she could have sworn her mind had chosen to play tricks on her. She had never much enjoyed the dark, every time she had been awake during the night she had always seen and heard things. It was only natural but it spooked Sparkles just a little more than the usual soquili. As difficult as it was to explain this problem to those around her...
She shook her head, it wasn't even nightfall yet - barely even the afternoon and yet these forests seemed to been eternally plunged into darkness. She could only assume that it was due to the thick and twisted canopy above her head but this did nothing to soothe her nerves. It was so quiet, so dead and maybe it was her desire to hear something, anything that caused her to hear music.
While she had informed her mind to ignore it, the soft and silky voice continued to invade. Unrelenting, almost haunting in quality...it brought shivers down the mare's back and for the briefest of moments she felt the urge to whimper, to quiver.
No, keep walking.
Shaking her head again, the braids flapping gently across the sides of her neck, she continued forward through the forest and attempted to keep her hoof falls as quiet as she could. She tried hard to block the voice, the tricks of the dark...and persevered.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:59 pm
"If I told you it was all meant to be, would you believe me, would you agree?" Despite the smirk rising on his lips, the Mutant had little effort in controlling his voice and the manner in which it flowed through the silent forest. Now in pursuit of his unfortunate victim, he had renewed vigour and a greater sense of purpose. Always one to be fascinated by mental torture, the workings of the mortal mind - he had in all his years found that playing upon a victim's worst fears made their fate all the more sweet.
The taste of their life's blood, their quivering and sweat covered forms. While a part of him had cried out, he had savoured every moment. These creatures had been warned, these worthless wretches had frequently been informed. This was his land and to trespass - well, it was not appreciated.
His body gave a gentle pulse of excitement as he slipped with ease through the trees, his odd garb drifting across the forest floor with the slightest of sounds. It wasn't hard to find his target, given she didn't appear to have mastered the art of stealth but the chase was satisfying nonetheless.
...Particularly when he discovered what she was.
"It's almost that feeling, that we've met before..." He continued to sing, flicking his braided tail in anticipation at the form drifting before him as quietly as she could.
Quaint.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:07 pm
That voice!
It was all the mare could do to stop quivering as the voice came from directly behind her. The hair upon the back of her neck began to rise and even her horn appeared to be getting warmer - or at least, the area around it's base was. She hadn't heard that voice since she was a child...or rather, it was similar to the voice she had heard as a child but wasn't quite the same.
It had been so long, she had only been a filly at the time and in an act of rebellion had strayed from her parents. In doing so, she had grown lost and had wandered into what some may have called 'forbidden' territory. It hadn't been this bad though, creatures chattered and all was normal until she had heard that voice. Suggestive and tainted, it had shaken every bone in her body just like it did now.
This one was different though, darker and with a more silk-like quality. In some grotesque and perverted world she may have considered the uttered lyrics to be soothing, even romantic. It was with this in mind that she steeled herself and turned round tentatively to meet the eyes of her stalker - eyes that glittered with malice and an unspoken desire.
Her own widened as she took the full form of the creature into view, the horrid shadows he cast upon the ground and the horrendous glimmer of light pulsing in his chest as though his life's blood. Like the forest he seemed completely unnatural and yet all the while those lyrics seemed almost ironic.
'It's almost that feeling, that we've met before...'
They looked so alike, so similar...but this one was so much younger.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:17 pm
Cornered prey, he hadn't expected it to work so well but apparently there were just some Soquili that lacked any sense of savvy. He had yet to meet a soquili capable of putting up a chase, providing him with a hunt that he could revel in. Never had he experienced the rushes of adrenaline, enough to warm him and to allow the blood to coarse through his veins - no, they had all surrendered in his domain.
That being said, there was no escape. Running offered nothing, the outcome was inevitable given that he knew every inch of his 'Grove'.
Nevertheless, as her eyes widened her allowed his tongue to draw across his fangs appreciatively. She was already quivering, overwhelmed by the severity of the situation she had placed herself within. She had been careless, deeply careless in her decisions and while some honourable beast might have heard her excuse...he would not.
Drifting into silence, he gave another flex of his wings and calmly walked towards her. His stride was sultry and his eyes darkened as he marvelled at the delicate and untouched fur upon her form. Even in the dark she seemed to glisten - based on appearance alone he had marked her as suitable to enact his desires upon.
She was beautiful, it was in his bitterness and self loathing that he had always refused to allow himself such royalties. To enjoy the comfort of another, their touch and their gasps of desire but now, well...
He swivelled his ears as he continued to watch the mare. He had grown irritated by his weakened soul, the battering of what he considered to be a glorious gift. To be given flight, strength and power - a land of his own and yet he deemed himself unworthy of pleasure? It sickened him, he was entitled to that as much as any stallion.
Or rather, he was far more entitled to his choice of company than any other stallion.
"My dear," He began at last, his gaze flickering briefly as he continued to trail his eyes across her quivering form, "You are a long, long way from home and uninvited no less." Continuing to move towards the mare, his smirk grew ever deeper.
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