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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 10:33 pm
"Better... better, much better," Desdemona purred almost approvingly. "I cannot imagine that you would want to see what I am. I am not something that you would enjoy, I think... and I think that you are seeing that now." She enjoyed seeing how fierce he could get. How furious. How frustrated. It gave her the tiniest bit of hope that he had potential. Potential to be the destructive agent she was certain he could be.
She tilted her head to the side, giving him a sidelong glance. "It is unwise to take on challenges that you are not familiar with. Why do you bother with me, stallion?" Did it trouble him that she was not as predictable as the mares she so resembled? Timid, docile things. Creatures that she could hold no kinship with. "To each his own... or her own, as the case may be. I am fully comfortable with my tactics. Are you?"
Was he prepared to be all that he could be? Could he stomach that? Could he wrap his mind around the essence of what made him what he was? "If your words had no meaning, then I would not respond to them, now would I? Or do you think that I speak with you for my own amusement?" It was possible, actually. Highly probable, even.
"If you wish to know about me, you must ask more specific questions. I may even answer them. If, that is, you ask them." Of course, given his current state and mood, she doubted that he would. If he did not listen to her, it was no real loss. He was one of many. One in a crowd. That he was more beautiful than the average stallion was not particularly important to her. All that it influenced was his pride. And pride, it seemed, was one thing she could forgive.
((Hehe. Well, give it some time. I'm sure he'll improve as he goes along.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 9:37 am
He felt his eyes drain with a constant glare at her, and his ears stood sharply behind him. His body had changed from its usual composure, and he was slouching, and acting in such a menacing way that it almost felt unnatural to him. He know it was wrong, though, to always ignore such feelings of hate and disgust. He put aside his Kalona rage into the back of his head for reasons he did not even know, but the mare had sucked them out, making them overpower his little brain.
"There is nothing that I enjoy from you, I think we have established that already." He said, feeling bolder and more confident with his tongue. He was starting to bend at his frustration, and save it to his own advantage. "Heh, it appears that that is a lesson that I have learned now." He wacked his tail towards a small bush, feeling the branches shatter off it. "I do not think it is wrong for you not to be comfortable, they are your own tactics, and define what and who you are." He wondered at her question, and answered, "Of course." feeling his mouth twist with an awful smile.
"How can I not believe that this is all for your own amusement? I think you made hints of that very clear, at least for my ears." He naturally had one of his twitch, feeling sorry for what his ears had been through. "You are only responding to them because this is fun for you. It is obvious that through your cruel ways, you are able to learn what you want, and hear what you want. I am sick of doing such things for you." He felt his chin rise, wondering why he hadn't stuck up for himself before. Just because she was harsh to him, did not mean he couldn't handle it. He had encountered many Kalona mares with blood on the tips of their mouths, and although her ways were intimidating in a different way, he knew it was nothing he couldn't survive.
He wondered for a second what she wanted to accomplish from such a statement. Anything he said would most likely come flying at him painfully, so he wanted to collect his words. The most simple of words seemed fit, though he was still cautious. At this point, he felt he had handled everything enough. "What the hell are you?" Is all that came out of his glimmering lips. His muscles had ached from standing so still, that he felt his body shake at the sudden feel of the wind. "What do you want from me?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:30 am
"If you do not enjoy it, why do you stay? Why not leave, stallion, and spare yourself the 'cruelty' of my words... my company?" Desdemona moved so that the pelt on her back became more evident... more obvious. "I speak with you as I do not for my own amusement but because it is my way. It is what I know. I have no other manner of speaking. Kindness is alien to me. Were I to find something pleasant to say, it would wither on my lips."
She watched him destroy little bits of the forest, and that pleased her. Destruction pleased her. "Would you like to know what is fun for me? The taste of blood. The snap and crush of bones, and the screams of the dying. That is fun for me." Something wild, and truly iniquitous shone in her eyes. "This exchange of words is not that. It is nothing that I can taste, nothing that I can touch. Nothing so much as a greeting."
"You are unique, stallion of the Kalona. You will not back down because to do so would be to admit defeat, to show humility... and I do not believe that a being so full of Pride could bend and twist himself that way. Please, disprove my theory. Go ahead. I am certain that you will enjoy yourself much more if you are elsewhere. It is not for me to cause any being to feel delight."
She paced, her silver mane lost in a pelt the same color, her tail taking the form of another animal's. "I am a skinwalker, son of the raven... and I want nothing from you so much as to see this strength which you display. Show me that you are not weak, and my desire for your destruction will not be so strong." She smiled, the curved, sharp canines showing themselves once more. "But I do not think you are here to show me anything now. Perhaps it is yourself that you must teach."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:17 am
"I am not asking for kindness." He snapped at her, knowing it was a foolish thing to even consider from the mare. He was past such thoughts, knowing she was offering nothing else but cruel thoughts and words. "I don't know why I stay, maybe I should leave. But like I have mentioned, where would that leave me? I may have the opportunity to fly away unharmed, but you will still remain the mystery that you are to me now, then." He knew it was probably a waste to keep scoping in to who and what she was, but he couldn't help being curious.
Her eyes frightened him a bit, and he realized she really did love those things. He was wrong for even comparing her to a Kalona mare, for she was much more than he could handle. "I see, and am not suprised. In this life there are many positions that need such creatures, especially that enjoy bloodshed. I used to think I was unable to do so, but I am not ashamed of such Kalona traits." His eyes looked sad, but he tried to hide it. Although he showed kindness, others expected him to not enjoy the taste of blood and flesh, when it was always his favorite, and he needed it. He had to do such things in private, and with his pure white body, he would have to wash the bloodstain out many a times.
He was shocked, though was aware of her as a mare of strength. He bowed down to her lightly, some of him wanting to not believe her, and the other half enjoying her comment. "It was hard, to of course understand you in the beginning. I thought I had to act my stupid self, though I thank you for letting me act my way for once." He locked eyes on her, but lightened his glare. "I know you possess no kindness, but I do not feel it was a waste I have met you. You have taught me some things I should rethink.." He scoffed at himself, knowing it was always confusing in his head.
The mystery was finally solved, and his eyes dropped at her comment. One thing he had never wanted to do, was run into a skinwalker. At her lips moving, he couldn't believe he was still alive. "I am impressed, Miss Skinwalker. Never have I run into one, and you possess such strength that I can never be the same match.." He never said such things to anybody, though in this case it wasn't a compliment for him; it was the truth. She had almost ripped him apart this entire time, but in a different way. Ariston's clouded brain was unable to find itself at times, and Desdemona was sneaking in through their discussions.
"Aye, it is.." His eyes looked away, knowing she was right. His Pride was perfect, and would never leave him. It was his greatest treasure, and his biggest strength. Though, he knew he possessed more strength, but he never went out of his way to teach himself and use it. "There are many things that I must learn."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 1:47 pm
"The impulse is difficult to resist. Killing is in my blood, and it calls to me. Destruction begs for a renewal. Perhaps I should leave you to your musings, stallion... that you remain able to muse." Desdemona could hear the call of the hunt, feel the sweet pleasure of his flesh in her mouth, between her teeth... and taste his blood. That told her that she should leave if she did not desire to kill him. It would be a waste, and while she did dearly love destruction, wastefulness would not help her to achieve her goals. "You would taste sweet, stallion... and the hunter in me desires to discover that. I think it best that we part ways now. We may meet again sometime, but I trust that you will be better prepared."
"It is in every demon to take life, and to want that self same thing. We of Hell do not wander far from our roots. Remember that, Kalona. You cannot entirely escape what you are. I think you know now that that is true." Her gaze slid over him, and there was a hunger in her eyes. Not the sort of hunger he would wish of any mare. "And remember also... I am not the least of my brethern. I have not shown you any strength but strength of mind. Do not think to tempt me into such a display... for it would not go well for you. It is simply fact, no insult."
She padded slightly away from him, glancing over her shoulder, strength in every line of her. "Be intelligent, stallion. I know that you are capable of it. Do not cross paths with any of my kind, if you can avoid it. I warn you because I may not possess the willpower to resist the call of the hunt if I see you again... but I may possess it. It all depends on the manner in which we meet." For example, were she in coyote form, there would be no resisting it. Were he weak, she would not be able to back down from her needs. But she thought that he would try to be strong. She had seen something in him, and she expected that he would pursue that thing.
"Learn what you can. Do what you must to be true to your nature, to the nature of your blood." Blood which surely must taste of the sweet, sweet coppery tang that she so relished. The rich taste of life. Life, her nectar, her ambrosia. Her addiction. "Learn, and live. Learn, and thrive." If he chose to set aside his heritage, he would be putting himself at great risk. She did not think he cared to risk that. The wildness shown in her eyes, catching fire like lightning on a tree. The madness welled up, and it was all she could do to keep from attacking him then and there. "Where I go, I must not be followed." Not if he wished to continue his reign over the mares.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:13 pm
Every word, breath, and expression Desde gave to him stayed in his mind, and he stood there, motionless, as she made her way away from him. There was nothing he could do except fall onto a tree, for his body and mind were completely exhausted. Despite the fact that his mind felt like rushing water, he ignored it for the moment, and could only stand there, breathing heavily.
The sweat finally appeared, and it dripped off his forhead and back, making him queezy. He never did such disgusting bodily things, but he allowed himself such horrid pleasures this once. He always held his body back, but in this moment, his body and mind were completely disconnected.
For the rest of the evening, he sat there, dazed and disconnected from himself.
(( *bows with Cherie for an EXCELLENT RP* <33333 ))
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