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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 12:22 am
Ozell's smile twisted. She was quite firm in her reasoning. But that only would make thing more interesting before she started the battle for blood. "Hmm..." She said as if thinking over what the mare had said. "By your logic I am bad for loving blood because I take life. What if I told you I hadn't killed, save to eat?" Her voice was chilling and the way she spoke seemed more like she was trying to test her than understand her or gain her approval. Like she was just trying to play with her mind or distract her to create a better opening to strike.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 12:37 am
Zoey shook her head sadly. "No. That wouldn't change a thing. Our systems were not made to ingest blood, we are, by nature, omnivores. There are other diets you can try, you just choose not to. Whether you kill just to eat doesn't matter, the fact is that you kill for blood. And that makes you bad. I also sense, that you get some weird satisfaction from blood-letting. A thrill, if you wish to call it such. Which still isn't justified." She watched the mare carefully, weighing her options.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 1:09 am
Boring. Ozell thought as the black mare spoke, no longer gaining satisfaction from talking about this. Her capacity for mildly intellectual banter past it's limits at the sound of the word thrill. Her eyes sparkled and her tail flicked with excitement. "I want to see your blood." Her voice dark and cold, reflecting the blood lust that started to pour from her like a thick fog. Chit-chat, mind game time was over. Now came Ozell's favorite part of her blood hunting game. The fight. She crouched down, much like a cat, her clawed front paws digging at the dirt anxiously. She was preparing for a strike.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:10 pm
Zoey took a few tentative steps backwards. "Stay away from me." She warned. Feeling more scared with each passing moment, adrenaline rushing, muscles tightening. This could be the end. She thought. Zo braced herself for what would be the end of her short life. I've done all I can, there was nothing else I could do. She thought as she closed her eyes tight. Suddenly, she felt a deep pain from within, but it wasn't a bad pain, it was like a fire that was too warm. She heard cracking, wondering what in the world could be going on, she opened her eyes. Magically, vines writhed alongside her, as if they were trying to protect her. Zoe sent up a prayer to whatever god or godess may be watching and listening, "please, use these vines to protect me, don't let this evil one get to me. I beg of you." She whispered in her own mind. Now all that was left to do was to see what became of her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:30 pm
Ozell tensed to pounce when shadows started to wriggle across the ground. She paused long enough to recognize what they were. Upon the realization of what must be happening here, her desire for the mare's blood deepened to the point she was most definitely not going to give up on obtaining a sample of her magical blood. Her smile twisted further, if that was even possible and her ears folded back against her head. The battle would be much more interestingly unpredictable with a bit of magic tossed into the mix. However, Ozell was confident, overconfident maybe, but she was a skilled and experienced fighter.
She lunged, claws extended, at the mare. She aimed for her shoulder while keeping an eye on the shifting vines around her target. Prepared to move evasivly if the need arose.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:37 pm
Zoey saw the mare lunging, she clenched her eyes shut and reared. Her front legs kicked out protectively, trying futilely to protect herself. The vines snapped as if hearing her plea. They writhed across the forest floor and wound along the evil mare's back legs and jerked back, hoping to stop the mare's lunge. "Don't let her get me, don't let her get me." Zoey thought in her mind, over and over, still lashing out with her front legs.((if this is too much godmodding-ish let me know and I'll revise it. ^^))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:17 pm
Ozell's watchful eyes locked onto the vines as they slithered swiftly towards her as she began to lunge. Instantly she reacted as the vines touched her back hooves. Her wings shot open and in one swift motion her body twisted, her beak snapping the the vines. The ends that had wrapped around her hoof dropped from her. Flapping her wings she straightened her self out her head swiveled to face the rearing mare. Her hooves flailed frantically, it didn't appear she had any tactical skill in defense or offense. It appeared that her only challenge with obtaining the blood she desired was the magic, which she appeared to have little or no control over.
Narrowing her eyes she continued the strike. Swooping around to her back Ozell reached out to strike the black rump with her deadly claws.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 11:23 pm
"Will you never stop you fiend?" Zoey shouted in fear, her head whipping around to try to find the creature. She noticed that the vines has been futile in their attempts to stop her, it seemed like she was doomed. There didn't seem to be any way to win against her, she was superior in every way, Zoey felt inexperienced and stupid. As her hooves met the ground again, she wondered what she could do to save her self, her blood. She spun around, her butt whipping around near 180 degrees. It was a good way to get out of the way, but she had spun too fast, she lost her footing and fell in a disheveled mess on the forest floor. Her foot was surely sprained, she thought, I won't get out of this alive. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the end.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:22 am
Ozell's claw's missed her back haunch by centimeters as the black mare spun swiftly to get out of the way. Ozell angled her tail already starting to move into the next striking position as her prey lost its footing as a result of moving too fast. Ozell's eyes kept on the look out for anything that might try to stop her but found nothing. Other than the fear filled, tightly closed eyes of the black mare. It was clear to Ozell that she was afraid of her but didn't have the will or the strength to continue fighting back. Either way it didn't matter to Ozell. All she wanted was a sample of the lovely red blood that flowed beneath the black coat of her prey. She moved in swiftly and, hovering above her prey like an evil demon she struck out with her claw. Opening a single gash of about three inches in length, deep enough to draw blood and not enough to cause any serious damage. At worst she would have a scar.
Thick, beautiful red oozed from the open wound. Ozell's eyes lit up with a sparkling obsession. This blood is good. She though as she licked a drop of blood from the claw she had broken flesh with. Now fixated on the blood as it dripped from the wound, Ozell pulled one of the empty vials from her necklace and pulled the cork with her beak. Holding the vial in one of her front paws she held it to the cut to collect the precious blood that seeped free of its vessel.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:00 pm
Eyes squeezed shut even harder as Zoey felt a sharp incision. She couldn't determine the depth of the cut through the pain. Feeling something cold against her skin, she bravely opened her eyes to see a vial pressed against her wound, her thick red blood beginning to pool inside of it. "Wh-what are you doing to me?" Could this mare be some kind of witch coming to put a spell on her? Suppressing a shudder, she tried to focus elsewhere. It seemed her ankle had gotten twisted when she had tried to get away, she knew escape was just as futile now as it was before. She did all she could to keep from fainting, who knew what this mare would do to her. Surely more must be coming, to go through all that trouble and for the vile creature to not kill its prey was just absurd. Zo thought of all the things she will miss, running in the open plains among other things, and all the things she had yet to experience. Once again, she squeezed her eyes shut as if to shut out the pain.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:41 pm
Ozell paid no mind to the reactions of her prey, as she was completely entranced watching the dripping blood fill her vial. Her eyes sparkled in her happiness. Though to other all blood more ore less looked the same to Ozell all blood looked, smelled and tasted different based on the quality of the container. She could see or at least believe she could see these qualities in the blood. She dropped the cork from her beak and held the freshly filled vial of blood to the darkening sky, ignoring The mare's question. "Oooh, what a fine sample of blood indeed. It glitters with a hint of magic energy. A beautiful blood, worthy of my collection." Her voice was filled with a extremely creepy obsession.
After a long moment admiring the vial in the light of the setting sun she seemed to snap back to reality, well sort of. Corking and returning the vial to her leather necklace, she finally turned her attention to the fallen mare. Standing over her she held her horned hear high and looked down, imposingly, on her. "What is your name?" She questioned, her voice cold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:52 pm
Feeling threatened, again, by this mare, Zoey tried to be brave. "My name is Zoey...what is your name you disturbed creature?" She wanted a name in hopes of a day when she was stronger, maybe she will be able to take her vengeance on it. Her head was somewhat woozy from blood loss, dots danced in her vision as she tried hard to focus. Now would not be a good time to faint.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:13 pm
"Zoey. I will remember that name." Ozell purred, red eyes still glittering. She lowered her horned head slightly towards the black mare. "Ozell. That is the name of the creature who stands above you." Her words seemed to smile almost as if challenging the female to become stronger and seek revenge.
Lifting her head back up to full height she watched as Zoey became woozy and fight to stay conscious. "I I am done here." Ozell stated coolly as she turned away from Zoey. Ozell brushed Zoey's black hide one last time with her feathered tail as she began to casually trot away into the trees.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:21 pm
The mare's, Ozell's touch sent shivers down her spine, almost making bile rise in her throat. She couldn't get up if she wanted to right now, there was no way she could have another face off with that thing. Zoey felt a small relief as the evil doer began to trot into the trees. Her muscles relaxed though her head was still spinning. She wondered how much blood she had lost. Knowing that she was too weak to get up, she wondered how long she would survive out here. "Did I narrowly escape my death only to die anyways?" She whispered quietly to herself.
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