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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 4:52 pm
His eyes traveled appreciatively over her as she turned and exposed her rump.
If only every Mare's mean bone was located there.. He'd have no issues. But that would mean alot more hurt mares when he came for what he wanted..
"Ah, well lovely mean bone you have, by the way. I do hope to get more aquainted with it."
He said, grinning. He was playing right now, and even though he preferred it to be at her expense and have her be somewhat upset by it, it was still fun ti sit here and play with her. She was like a toy, and he liked that she said everything different than he would have likely expected.
He liked things with a little mystery..
He was beginning to walk away, as her soft voice, almost like that of a flower entered his ears. Oh boy. Little did she know, that her soft flowery voice bothered him. Not her voice, but the flower petal consistency of it.
He crushed flowers on a daily basis.
"I am not the type to stay and have idle banter.. I shouldnt have spent so long here now.."
He was beginning to feel not so cursed, and when he felt that way, he withdrew. Cursed was all he knew..
And he was fine with that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 6:54 pm
"Aren't you the hopeful one?" she asked with a rose brow. She wasn't allowing herself to be toyed with. She was playing and teasing right along. All intentional. She could see in his eyes that there was something holding him back from this, and everything it seemed. She didn't know, she liked the mystery as well.. the mystery of his vagueness in his words.
"Why not?" she inquired further. He was an odd one. Why so antisocial and a hermit..though she hadn't much room to speak. She wouldn't turn down idle talk. For if she was to alone, she talked to herself and then thought of herself as a crazy. She didn't think she was crazy just in need of someone to talk to. She shrugged the thought.
"You're company isn't as horrible as you think it is Richard." her tones went to their same hesitant yet with a slight coldness to them. It changed like the seasons depending on the conversation topic and her mood.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 9:00 pm
Ah, when her voice changed, it made it easier to listen to her speak. She almost sounded.. Bad. But, it didnt matter. He knew full well he'd never get close enough to her to get to know her. And ya know, that just didnt bother him.
She was cute, interesting.. and strange. But She was still just a mare. If he was any kind of skinwalker, he would have slit her throat by now. Why didnt he have the urge? He'd slaughtered ones entire families for worse things said to him.
He glared at her a bit. Not really sure why he was glaring, but he knew it had something to do with being drilled. She kept asking him all these damn questions, and it was starting to really make him want to leave.
But glancing into her eyes, he was caught. Staring at her, he spoke.
"Because I should have killed you by now."
He said, answering her first question.
"And you believing that way is what makes me truly think I should take my leave. I have massacred many for far less fouls against me, that what ive heard from you here today.. And still you stand. Because of that. I should now go."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:10 am
"Then perhaps you should." It's not like she wanted to die but he was really building himself up to be the big bad wolf and she just didn't see it. The looks in his eyes were harmless to her. Even if he were to lay a hoof upon her, she probably would shrug it off. Her familie's entirety was made of conceited boys who liked to play rough. It was only fair for her to inherit this.
She had no problem keeping her gaze to him, but her own eyes narrows slightly glaring back. "I can stare harshly too."
She shrugged, "Fine, leave. I was wrong, I guess. Thought perhaps you might be different than the rest." She did care if he left...really but she wasn't going to keep trying making him stay. So she trotted to where the clearing's grass got shorter, and mossier to where the cool water's flowed to drink once more and she lifted her head once...not to him. Just waiting to see if he would truly take his leave.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 9:45 am
Richard cringed at her telling him maybe he should have slit her throat. It was all a very bad idea, that if she kept giving him, he could quite possibly have the urge to completely obliterate the mare and all she believed in.
In fact, the thought of doing that now, sounded so appealing. He could make her suffer! He could continuously use that beautiful body of hers, and then beat her, in hopes of her submission, her cries, then her death.
Quickly his ears perked and he shook his head to rid the images from his mind. He wasnt a merciless killer like his counterparts. He killed for Sport, Pleasure, and the Need.
If he felt any of those three things, he would kill.. But he would not merely kill a being just for talking to him.. Especially if it wasnt grounds for it.
"Do you have any idea what the hell I am?"
He asked, snorting as she looked back at him from the waters edge.
"Skinwalkers do not let mares live, just for giving them good conversation. I could have the urge to kill you, within minutes from now. The longer I am around you, the harder it would be to control my wish for you to die."
He shouldnt be explaining himself either, but just because he had been cursed, did not mean that his old side had completely vanished. Richard had always been the type to explain his grounds for something. And defend it with valor.
But lately, it was becoming hard, and he was almost willing himself to forget his old life, so that he would have no more tormented thoughts on the subject.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 1:32 pm
"What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you?" she asked without turning back. "It isn't what you are. It's what you want to be." She turned her head, "You have the choice of who you want to be."
She shuffled turning away from him, why did she yean for his company so badly? He obviously was to hard of a catch...perhaps that's why. He was a chase. But being threatened to be murdered wasn't on the top things that made her like someone either.
"Sure, you can have an urge. It doesn't mean you have to give in to it. Are you not stronger than it?" she watched the dead leaves whirl in small tornadoes in the night breeze. "Perhaps I had mistaken...something." she replied.
She disregarded his anger, his snorting and huffing and puffing...the threats. They didn't matter to her, the point was he wasn't fulfilling his threats so he was stronger than the demons that dwelled within him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 2:47 pm
She didnt understand. And him sitting here explaining was going against every bone and feeling in his very gut. He squeezed his eyes closed. Being around this mare was bad. He could FEEL it.. Like a thirst for a scream.
Her scream in his ears while he defiled every part of her.
Let Go...
He shook his head again, and looked back at the mare. He had the urge, but the WANT to kill her wasnt there. He would have thought it would have been like everything else.
"I have no choice on what I am, or what I want to be. What I want to be is now more. I am a skinwalker. A cursed being. A Soquili of a special race."
He thought about it closely. In his heart, he wanted to be stronger, aye, but in his mind, he did not. He was happy where he was in some sick little way.
He was releasing the anguish of his colt years, and this was just.. amazing. He wouldnt let a mare, screw that up.
"I do not wish to be stronger than the curse that binds me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:14 pm
Isis watched him, that is what makes you weak.
She walked back up to him, facing straighht into his eyes without fear or any sort of hesitance. "If that is what you are a curse, than fine. If you do not want to beat the curse than make me fear you." she hissed.
"Curses and death are to be feared are they not?" she replied with a slight mockery.
Her ears flared back as she kept her wings to her side, adrenaline flowed through her as if it were her own blood. Something in his eyes though...there was something that was unexplainable.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:21 pm
He could make her fear him. He could tear her to shreds. It was all worth it. He would get the same satisfaction, and so would that needing hunger in the pit of his gut.
No! He must not-
Richard reared in the air, bringing his front hooves down upon her flank. He couldnt very well control himself anymore. His eyes had lost their pupils, and had become pure gold, like a wolf.
His rage was bubbling through his blood, and he could smell that she didnt fear him. The rumble in his belly thrashed, and he tore himself away from her, running back for the forest that bound him. He had hurt her, he knew. But he couldnt go back. He might hurt he further.
As he reached the center of the massive forest of trees and animals, he put his body on teh ground, resting his head on the flat surface.
What had he done?
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:35 pm
Her eyes watched as his thoughts drifted from reality and into his own mind. Her back legs buckled under his strength and weight. She hadn't underestimated. She simply gritted her teeth and allowed herself to start healing.
Her front legs had buckled slighty as well to take the weight off her hind end. She looked up to him, as he took off. Why did he run, he could have finished this. She watched as he ran from this, her. She got back up, as she limped back to the waters.
She took sheltar near an elm with lack of leaves. She laid down, leaning against it. She would not deny that there was not pain. For it was great but she should ignore it for the time being. She sighed softly, she was worn from the day. Tired...so tired. She let herself drift into a sleep...soundless besides that of nature.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:43 pm
Hours later, Richard opened his eyes. He glanced around him, letting his honey colored orbs catch sight of where he was.
Well, he was on the ground. A dirt ground at that.. Why had he c hosen the hardest substance to lay on?
As he went to stand, his feet almost buckled under him. His eyes widened, not sure why he had just almost fallen, but then he remembered.
He had attacked the mare. And though he wasnt sorry, due to his nature.. He was.. hoping she would be okay. He knew his strength, and he knew it was absolutely great.
Wondering back to the place of which they'd been, he kept to the shadows on his quest to seek her out. He caught her, laying against a tree, her eyes closed, and her breathing deep in sleep.
He walked closer to her, and stopped only feet from her body.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:53 pm
Her brows furrowed as she slept, her mane and tail was curled from the moisture in the air and the slight percipatation coming from herself. She moved a bit in her sleep before she felt it had darkened...the sky? Her orbs opened with a slight innocent as she blinked to see a shadowed figure standing before her.
The scent familiar and in the moonlight she could see the golden pelt. She yawned as she looked to him, without fear again. She had been bruised and bled before, this was nothing knew. She treated him with the same respect as before. "Hello..." she replied with a weaker voice. Her ears flickered forward to him at attention.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:32 pm
Richard raised his head, looking down upon her, like a confused, but proud creature.
He narrowed his eyes. Why was she always so damn nice to him? Sometimes that just pissed him off..
Lots of things tended to piss him off apparently.
Giving her a look, more of a mocking look, he glanced back down at her.
"How badly are you hurt?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:49 pm
"I'm doubting you actually care." she replied getting to her feet and flickering her tail. Cramp. She really was more pissed of the cramp then his hit...eh it was just her. Her curled mane fell past to the ground as she watched him. She moved past him brushing against the golden pelt among his back...it was softer than it looked.
She moved, not as smoothly as she had but she moved. She winced a few times but she got passed it. "You didn't break anything...will that answer do for you?" she asked looking to him with cold eyes that could be turned warm. She really was a trooper.
Her eyes narrowed and then lightened to his mockery, "I wanted to wipe the grin off your face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?" she asked. My father...she replied to her own rhetorical question in her head.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:05 pm
"Tsk."
Im ashamed of you. I was beginning to be entranced by your mystery, and here you go, being the predictable mare.. Even if you do look sharp after the beating."
He mused.
"Shall I leave you be?"
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