"I'm hurt, you think so low of me," he said with his mock look of incredulity. "Pond scum? Pebble? Now, now, now, that's not very fair at all. You say I'm being rude, but aren't I giving you a compliment, Trinket?" He smiled at her, leering. "Trinkets are small, delicate...beautiful. Something to be desired. Protected."
Possessed. He'd leave that one out, for now.
"You think of me as a lowly, unimpressive growth? I find that hard to believe. I've never once met anyone who's let Pond Scum get under their skin so," he said with a smug grin.
Cajmera
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 7:00 am
Anelisse maintained her stiff posture as she glared at the stallion, her own tone taking on more of an edge with each additional word. “You might think you're being complimentary, SIR, but even if the terms themselves belong to attractive objects, they're still objects. And it doesn't matter if you were calling me “Your Royal Highness,' once I told you I didn't like it you should stop!” Once again, she punctuated her words with a determined stamp of her hoof. “It's rude and discourteous, to say nothing of disrespectful. I don't know who or what you think you are, but you're certainly no gentleman with this sort of behavior.” Orange eyes flashing, she added, “But I'll thank you to leave me alone, all the same.”
Sar'thannon had certainly landed himself a firecracker. In all honestly, he was quite surprised by how strong and stubborn such a delicate looking unicorn had proven herself to be. But this made him even more determined to hound her, a disturbed sense of gleeful pride egging him on. He didn't know where it was going, but he was thoroughly enjoying the ride.
"Well..." he growled under his breath. He took a step even closer to her, almost daring her to react. "In that case, you have yourself quite a conundrum. You've made it exceptionally clear that I'm no gentleman. According to you, you've proven just how discourteous and disrespectful I am..." his tone was rapidly shedding the dark jovial edge to it and was sharpening into pure intimidation, "So tell me, my trinket, just why on earth would I leave you alone now!"
Cajmera
Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 7:53 am
As he moved closer, Anelisse's instinct was, once again, to run. But she still hesitated to turn her back on this creature, particularly given that he had wings. She was starting to feel very scared, more scared than she had ever felt in her life, but fear had to compete with pride before it got any face time.And pride was a very, very well-developed character trait in Anelisse.
Who was this odious creature? How dare he accost her, and upset her like this? Didn't he have any respect for her? Considering how theoretically flattering his language was, his disregard for her wishes and opinions was all the more repulsive. Honestly, some...Soquili....just had no idea how they were supposed to idolize her! Look, but don't touch, and ALWAYS listen to what she said! He couldn't have been more upsetting if he tried!
The fact that he intended to be upsetting had yet to cross her mind, because why would anyone want to do such a ridiculous thing as that? Ignoring Fenghuang, of course.
At any rate, she was feeling a mixture of strong emotions, none of them pleasant. Stepping back to maintain the distance between herself and the purple stallion, she gave him yet another baleful glare. "You should leave me alone because red would clash with my eyes and with your...you. And I would hope that even an uncouth ruffian would have some respect for aesethics!"
As Anelisse stepped away, he took another step in unison, keeping the uncomfortable distance between them. His blue eyes bore into hers; is her threats and anger were intimidating him at all, he wasn't letting it show. Indeed, he wasn't looking forward to coming to blows, but he was rather confident that he would intimidate her before that would happen. Most unicorns he had encountered in his life had been dreadfully delicate things.
"Was that a threat, little Trinket?" he growled, all dark playfulness replaced with a poisonous menace.
Cajmera
Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 7:23 am
Anelisse hated it when people contradicted her. Even moreso, she hated it when people called her bluffs! Bluffing was not her strong suit, and she was only as convincing as she was due to her outrageously disproportionate ego.The truth of the matter was, she knew the academics of combat, but had never particially enjoyed the practice. It was sweaty, messy, could be painful, and was just...tedious. But she knew the important bits: Horn goes into enemy, enemy bleeds. Very simple, albeit very untidy.
She would really rather prefer she not start experimenting with combat now, if she didn't have to. Before it came to that, she would run, back turning notwithstanding. But there was no reason to share that information with such a cad as she was currently speaking to.
"I would prefer it not be, but your behavior is making things awkward. I would much rather we just go our seperate ways."
"Well, Trinket, we don't always get what we want," he growled, taking another step closer. "Indeed, I'm beginning to think this isn't a concept you're very used to."
He made a distasteful look, but used the opportunity to let his eyes leer over her form. His eyes dropped down to her single black braid, his predatory smile widening. "But I'm a reasonable fellow," he said. "Perhaps we can made a trade. I very much love his lock right here," he said, swooping in to nose the braid with his muzzle. "You give me this, and I'll leave you alone."
He growled near her ear. "Deal?"
Cajmera
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 8:04 pm
It was funny, what things different creatures viewed as important. What things they considered negligible, what things were necessary, what things were valuable, what things were worth fighting for. Throughout this interview, Anelisse had been doing her best to mask her fear with bravado, her pride proving her staunchest ally in her internal fight to keep herself together. Moments of ego made her flash forth with greater confidence, but that bravado had remained a facade.
Until this moment.
Anelisse had never been a fighter. She still wasn't a fighter; even if she possessed amazing fighting instincts, she had never trained and would never have dreamed she would need to spend the time. No, fighting was not her thing.
However, what WAS her thing was her appearance. All her life, she had prided herself on her beauty, her world revolving around herself and how well she in turn reflected on her goddesslike mother, Angelique. She had worshipped her mother, her pure whiteness, her untouchable beauty since childhood, and had considered Angelique as the only thing in the world who surpassed Anelisse herself in terms of appearance. Ane had only truly loathed one thing in her life; her father, Lord Soth. It was to him that she owed the one break in her own pristinely white coat; from him, she had inherited the black lock of hair which Raccoon had today twisted into one solid braid.
That one lock was what kept her from looking perfect like her mother, but it regardless of its origins, she loved the dramatic sweep of black in her hair and loved seeing what things her beloved Raccoon could do with it. As a part of herself, it was loved; as a uniquely beautiful part of herself, it was cherished.
Abruptly, her facade of bravado was gone, replaced by true, snarling aggression the like of which her face had never sported before. Her lips curling back into a feral snarl, she jumped backwards away from the impertinance of this audacious creature, taking up a much more defensive crouch as she practically spat out at him. "How DARE you touch me, you vile thing! And how dare you presume to ask for such a thing! You are a fiendish creature, and you deserve no such consideration, or such compliments!"
Sar'thanon's glowing eyes widened just momentarily, before narrowing into dangerous slits. He had obviously exposed a nerve, and he intended to strike it. Seeing her riled up like this sent a chill down his back; he new he had thoroughly gotten under her skin now.
"I deserve whatever I want!" he growled back at her, his voice loud and sharpening to a menacing, threatening madness. "How dare you deny me!" Any sense of schmooze or charm had completely dropped from him, replaced only by intimidating threat.
He lurked forward, head down, and clenched her braid firmly in the grasp of his mouth;. To Anelisse's favor, the braid was thick and well knotted, so it didn't rip; though Sar'thanon whipped his head back, pulling at the lock of hair with enough force to jerk her head and explode the scalp of her mane in pain.
Sar'thanon wouldn't just leave without either getting what he wants or getting his a** kicked, so feel free to have Anelisse give him what he deserves. He can take a good swift kick the head or a stab from her horn. I don't mind having her inflict damage.
Cajmera
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 6:33 pm
If she hadn't been so focused on being enraged, Anelisse might have taken this moment to mentally step back and realize just how far over her head she'd gotten. There was no question at this point that this stallion was dangerous; he'd pretty much dropped any pretense of being pleasant, as 'pleasant' as a slimy, oily fellow like him could ever hope to be. Later, perhaps, Anelisse would be able to take some solace in having had her instincts prove correct. Assuming that she would want to reflect on this moment at all, any more than she had to...
Right now, though, her blood was up and her temper was as hot as her eyes. His sudden shift into angry intensity took her by surprise, but his insistance on making claims to HER mane and her beauty only served to fuel Anelisse's temper. Thanks to that adrenaline rush, having Sar'thanon seize and yank on her braid didn't hurt nearly as much as it ought to...or as it would later. Still, it was a good yank and she couldn't help the yelp of pain that escaped her as her head was painfully jerked around.
However, the yelp was shortly followed up by a jerk of her own as she practically spat out at him, "Don't you ever touch me again, you beast!" Accompanying the last word was a sharp lashing out of first one, then the other of her sharp front hooves, their cloven points aimed at the stallion's throat and head. With any luck, one or both would connect hard enough to make the stallion think twice about any repeated attempts.
But she wasn't going to hang around and give him another chance, either. The second she felt his grip on her hair loosen, Anelisse was whipping around and doing what she should have done a long time ago: run. Obviously he wasn't going to back off, so her best bet was using her unicorn speed to run as fast as she could, as far away into the cover of the forest as she could. Hopefully it would be enough...
For all Sar'thannon's bark, he didn't have much real experiencing with biting. Her sharp unicorn hooves hit squarely against his face and jaw, splitting the skin and making the thud echo in his skull. He shook his head and growled in rage, stepping back and found himself back, knee-deep in the waters of the stream.
By the time he collected his thoughts, even through it was only a few moments later, Anelisse was running away at an impressive speed. His blood was boiling, and he could hear the rush of blood in his throbbing face. His muscles tensed; the predator instinct in him wanting to give chase. But his more logical side stopped himself, and he watched as she ran away and soon out of his line of sight.
He crawled out of the stream and shook his coat. He wouldn't forget her, and perhaps one day, when he was better prepared, he would finish what he started. Maybe he could rope some of his brothers in on it, too. Indeed, what a pleasant family outing that would be...
With his predatory smile back on his face, Sar'thanon took to the sky and started flying back towards Icecrowne Mountain to lick his wounds.
Cajmera
Probably a wrap, yes? <3
Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:19 am
Anelisse couldn't tell if the pounding in her ears was the sound of pursuit, the sound of her own hooves, or the sound of her imagination. Either way, she wasn't about to turn around and check, or stop until she finally felt safe. Adrenaline from fear and anger gave her fleet feet wings, and she ran as though her life depended on it through the trees. Of course, for all she knew her life did depend on it; at the very least, her appearance did!
In time, the adrenaline began to fade, and she became aware of the ache in her legs and the throb in her head from where he'd pulled her hair. Still, she kept running, putting as much distance between herself and her pursuer as she could. She didn't know how much time had passed by the time she finally cantered to a cautious stop, but when she did, she heard nothing. The forest was almost eerily quiet around her, but rather than calm her, it only made her more paranoid. Who knew who, or what, might be lurking in the shadows?
Either way, she was done adventuring for the time being. Lesson learned, loud and clear.
