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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 10:54 am
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Well, now Inkbrand almost felt offended.
"As if anypony could ever get tired of this," the stallion snorted, proudly waving a hoof along the length of his body as if to show it off, before he remembered that he was supposed to be angry with the Changeling in front of him. Because, blissful, sex-filled nights or not, it had been deceiving him and playing him, and Inkbrand was not a stallion to take that lying down. Literally.
'That's what she said,' Inkbrand thought briefly, giving a mental nudge to the invisible pony next to him, before refocusing his attention and emotions back onto the Changeling.
"Funny, I thought the exact same thing about him," the Earth Pony said aggressively, the accusation clear in his voice. The white picket fence dream wasn't uncommon enough to warrant attention, but the exact same number of foals Inkbrand had jokingly asked if Asch wanted? Buck, had it been stalking around Inkbrand at the lake? And followed him all the way to Manehatten? And it said it wasn't interested in Inkbrand in particular? With the way things were pointing, that was a big a load of s**t he'd ever seen. Inkbrand was about to call the Changeling out on it, when he was interrupted by the presence and voice of a pony sliding into a seat next to him.
So, the wayward Pegasus had meandered back over to the bar, and with some company too. Inkbrand gave the mare Asch had managed to pick up a customary once-over, eyes lingering on the shapely hips and flanks - but then did a double take as he stared back at Asch. Wasn't Asch?…was it really a stallion then, that the Pegasus had picked up? Inkbrand grimaced slightly, already sick of androgynous stallions or mares that liked to confused him - his old friend Wicked Rhythm had to be the worst offender, the b***h, as butch and burly as any stallion he'd ever met - but hey. If it meant that Asch was taking care of himself tonight, then that was just fine by him.
"I can see that," the grey Earth Pony said as he gave the light blue unicorn another leer, though with more caution, now that he assumed he was looking at another stallion instead of a mare. "By all means baby, don't let me keep you if you need to skip out. I've got my own to attend to," Inkbrand said in a low voice, playfulness evaporating into something more predatory as he once again turned towards the Changeling.
Despite himself, he was curious.
Changlings, after all, survived off of love, and to Inkbrand's knowledge, it was the emotion itself they survived from. He certainly held no love for the string of random mares he'd hooked up with for one night - not even a friendly, brotherly sort of love he shared with his mates, or with those few mares who were friends with benefits. After all, the Changeling had been a different mare each time, meaning no time for any sort of bond to form. Not that Inkbrand wanted one, especially now that he knew what it really was, but the conundrum was still enough to intrigue him, stave off the righteous indignation that had automatically built from the deception.
"So you're "special", that it?" Inkbrand said, sarcasm heavy. In truth, Inkbrand didn't know much about their species, aside from what he'd learned after the whole Canterlot debacle. Weren't they all connected to their hive queen or something? "If you're not a Changeling, then what the buck are you? Not so special to have your own identity, might I add," he pointed out, remembering that the Changeling hadn't offered a name outside of its species. Still with the hive mind, then.
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║ Currently : Trying to figure the Insect out.
║ Feeling : Aggressive, but curious.
║ Located : Leaning against the bar with the Changeling, Asch, and an unknown unicorn.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 12:42 pm
 Poison Heart
"All you need is a little Love~." Current Location: Some random pwawty cloughb
Current Disguise: S04E08 Unnamed Earth Mare #15, Eyes do not match.
Oh, Our Cookies: As Asch approached with his new friend, the disguised changeling gave a familiar wink towards the pegasus, still not bothering to hide her eyes. "I would assume they are, if he's speaking to Mister Hottie here" she answered the unicorn, hoping to give him the illusion, as well as simply ignoring the pair as she leaned in a bit closer towards Inkbrand, hoping to make their conversation a bit more private.
"So what the buck are you?" he asked. A familiar question, only to bring a bit of a warm smile and a bit of thought to her mind. "That's quite a good question. Some of the bigger brains would call me a Rogue, no longer part of the queen's hive-mind, which they're pretty much right. If a.. ehm" she paused, giving a nod towards the light blue unicorn. "If one of those is described as an insectoid that is only a tiny bit of a larger hive, then I would no longer qualify for one. As for identity, in lieu with how ponies are typically named at birth, I have adopted Poison Heart as my own." As she explained, Poison Heart held an unfaultered face, as if speaking seriously. "I make my own decisions, and, quite franky, the one named Chrysalis can kiss my a**. I'm not as bad as, say, the cute pink one underneath the giant painting: She's a changeling, hive-mind and all." the disguised changeling pointed out, with a hoof in the general direction or a couch a few meters away.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 2:23 pm
 "Yeah... I think I'm gonna see the sights," He looks at the unicorn with a smile, "Listen... Ink... Maybe I can hit you up for a mark of my own. Look ya up later?" He smiles and looks at the mare he is talking to with a quizzical look, shakes the feeling and motions for Kori to follow him. The two make their way out of the club. {{Exits}}
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 7:44 pm
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At least he had a name now. If that even was an actual name.
"Broke away from the hive-mind, huh," Inkbrand said incredulously, more of a statement than any sort of question. "Well the name you chose for yourself bucking fits, that's for bucking certain." It certainly didn't talk and act like the mindless drones Inkbrand had heard Changelings to be…but, what if it was all an act, anyhow? It'd basically admitted to stalking after him for the purpose of - ergh, feeding. Wasn't it possible it had gained enough sentience to prey on ponies in a more sophisticated, intelligent manner, like the Queen Insect had done? Who knew what was really going on in that hole-filled head of its.
Further questioning was forestalled, however, as Asch suddenly spoke up again, apparently taking his now date out for a night on the town. Must really be a stallion then - why would Asch want to chat up a floozy mare from a nightclub for? Inkbrand had to raise an eyebrow as the Pegasus completely ignored Poison's comment - either he was way in deep with the unicorn he'd picked up, or he was just being rude. Neither really mattered to Inkbrand, especially when Asch suddenly expressed a desire for a tattoo. "Hay yeah, drop by the parlor anytime," he called out as Asch and the unicorn departed, immediately perking upwards at the idea of some more business. Inkbrand watched the flanks of the blue unicorn saunter out the door for a moment, before turning back to the Changeling - Poison Heart - next to him.
…Though, once again, he was sidetracked as it pointed out another pretty pony sitting on a couch not too far away, one that Inkbrand had in fact looked up and down when they had first entered, and who - dammit! - was an apparent Changeling.
"Buck!" he exclaimed heatedly, slamming one hoof against the bar top and earning a disapproving glare from the bartender, "how many of you bucking things are roaming around the streets? Can't believe this," the stallion muttered darkly, once again dropping his head onto one hoof.
Again, Inkbrand didn't have to wonder where this vehemence came from. The thought of being used as an actual snack instead of a roaring hot stallion that could give a mare the time of her life still raised his figurative hackles.
"I think," he said slowly, trying to sound like he was coming to a rational decision and now making a strategic retreat, thank you very much, "that it's high time to be heading home. Not like I'm finding any action here," he added snidely, and with just a touch of frustration as he threw a few bits onto the counter for the salt. But it was with a sort of resigned weariness that Inkbrand turned towards the Changeling, one eyebrow raised in an almost challenging manner.
"I suppose you're coming along too," he said - and quite abruptly, leaned back into its ear with the same drawl and leer he'd started out the night with. "After all, can't leave you all hungry without your daily dose of Inkbrand, can I." With a harsh snicker and feeling much more like his old self, Inkbrand moved away and headed back to the club entrance, tail flicking slightly with his walk.
If he was going to have an insatiable Changeling following after him and essentially at his disposal with a plethora of different mare disguises…well. He might as well have fun with it, right?
[[ Exit ]]
╓──
║ Currently : Heading back to Ponyville.
║ Feeling : Mischievous, energetic.
║ Located : Leaving a night club.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 8:25 pm
Poison Heart
"All you need is a little Love~." Current Location: Some random pwawty cloughb
Current Disguise: S04E08 Unnamed Earth Mare #15, Eyes do not match.
Oh, Our Cookies: When Asch simply ignores the familiar advance, Poison heart giggled softly, bidding farewell to him and Kori with a "See you soon, Asch" much like she did to him before, hoping the familiar words would catch his attention. Whether it did or not, however, would likely matter in the end of her day, so she returned her attention to Inkbrand.
"After her failed 'invasion,' the queen pretty much lost her sanity, not only threatening her own life but the lives of every member of the hive, including the unhatched." Poison Heart continued explaining. "In the interest of self preservation, a lot of Changelings found themselves with a choice: Either stick around and get killed by your own leader be it extracting your very life or just plain out killing you, or leave and at least try to survive. Not many who chose the second option survived the first year." From the statement, the disguised changeling sounded quite saddened, but it was dismissed as Inkbrand threw a slight fit from learning about another changeling. "More than you want to believe: 'Queen Cheese-Legs' still has quite a few feelers out and around" Poison answered as Inkbrand got up, and basically challenged her to follow. "Of course I'm tagging along. I'm thinking we try some kinky s**t tonight: How good are you at tieing rope?" she teased as she indeed followed, acting as if before she told him about her identity, and added a little rump-bump for reassurance. Her own walk was normal for her: slight saunter that would raise an eyebrow of nearly every male, and some females, that found themselves between a glimpse and straight-up staring.
((Okay, Last one alive lock the door!))
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