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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:36 pm
Keeping his own red gaze on the glowing one of the foal, Lucifer drank in that glare, attempting to quell a wish to respond in type. Boredom did not bode well, a temper could ruin good work.
Her chatter gave him pause. She truly was not well traversed in the skill, allowing too much to slip from an unguarded tongue. Still, she would learn.
"Amuse me. Aren't your kind meant to be most amusing?"
That last word spoke volumes. He expected much of the Kalonas he had heard of, a race to fit his own mould, tainted beyond his own touch. Above his notice, as well as below. Amusement, but nothing for him to really do, beyond such, they had lost their innocence long ago.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 7:54 am
"My kind? Well yes." So he wanted to learn about Kalonas, then? "But, I still don't understand what you are stallion." It was true, he obviosly wasn't a Kalona, but he still held something evil. This confused her, since most of the figures of evil she ran into were Kalonas of some sort.
"My name is Loveless." She said, lifting a brow. "I'll start with an introduction of myself, and hope that you will do the same." Since, it was weird to keep calling him stallion.
"Now, I am not the most wise of my kin, since I am still learning," she said, smoothly, "So I won't be able to fully give you a lesson. Amusement though, I may be able to do." She finished her wording with a hiss, forgetting how natural that way of talking was. Even though she tried to remain calm, her actual thoughts were very angry towards ths cocky stallion, for it seemed all he was doing was making fun of her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 8:58 am
What was he? He was the tainter of souls, the Son of Morning, the left hand, but perhaps a smaller explanation would be possible. What would be the use of stretching the understanding of the little ankle-biter? With a c**k of the head and a stretched smirk he met her gaze and her questions.
"I am Lucifer. What I am? Well, shall we say I am Fallen, and leave it at that?"
The circular motion of movement was becoming now a tool in his attempts to rile her little mind, and continuing in this way he flicked his tail to and fro in time with each step, ocassionally including a fluttering of one or two of his wings. Those he enjoyed immensely, though he used them only for ornamentation now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:25 am
When he said his name, Loveless only stared at him, more chilled then before. "Lucifer, such a bold name." She felt her body finish in its chill, and she tried to regain her original composure. Its not that he was scary, but there was something about him that made her thoughts change.
"You know, at first I was not fond of you Lucifer, I will admit that." She was an arrogant fool, afterall, though she wasn't an idiot. "But, I do enjoy you much better now. I'm not really sure what it is." She grinned and put her head down, showing her growing fangs.
"Maybe I will be more of an amusement when I am older? I will be older, smarter, stronger," she glanced at him once more before saying, "more beautiful." The Kalona Succubus, who seemed to dapple in the at of males, had taught her some slick ways of speaking. "But, I can only dream to be those things, seeing as that my body hasn't caught up with me yet."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:59 am
Nodding at first at the repetition of his name, Lucifer stopped to smirk idly at the cessation of her speech. Ahh, so there really was arrogance in the child. The arrogance of a female, a truly deplorable brand of the sin. She would turn out brilliantly, she had the seeds of a nature truly steeped in sin, and it seemed the would sprout to greatness.
"In a hurry to grow up, child?"
So saying, the stallion lowered his head to the filly's level, meeting her gaze with an attempt to conjure up the depths of hell with his gaze.
"And to what end, what plans has such a tiny thing for the world?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:54 am
"Well yes, youth is long enough it seems." Besides, it was useless anyhow, there was nothing for her to do in her spare time. There was no respect from anyone, the respect she desired to prove, and her body was proving nothing but innocence, though it was a false image.
"Plans are constantly flowing through my little head," she gleamed, and looked up at him with a confident smile. "I wish for nothing but control of my actions, and I pray that they are wise and brilliant." She wanted to be proud like her father, but yet, disregard many of the worthless fools he associated with. "And you, Lucifer? Do you have plans that you have already acheived?" Again, her expression went into an interested one, since she wanted to know more about the mysterious stallion.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:14 am
He would puff off no false proverbs of the joys of youth, for what joy was there in a powerless state, save for the enjoyment others had of you? No, she was right to hurry, but it would be a shame to see the frailty gone. Minds were more supple, more likely to bend to the touch of another in youth.
Her comments amused the dark Soquili, however. Wisdom? Brilliance? What call had youth for these? But again, that strongest of sins in her would assure her of their truth, regardless of facts in the matter. He grinned all the more toothily for the admission.
"Plans? I have a few. Some achieved."
Here, a quirk of the brow.
"Some to be achieved."
Here, a snort of heat into the cooling air.
"Some? Well, they haven't even begun."
Here, a telling snigger.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:36 am
Loveless spat at the ground, knowing it was completely un-lady like. "Fine." She said, being unable to control her silly rage. "It is nice that you are so kind to expand on these 'plans'." She walked away from him for a few steps and paced back and forth. "I'm not a ******** idiot you know.." Uugh.. being calm was just too hard for her.
In her obvious pacings, she sniffed through her nose quickly, the hot air was rushing out fast. Her mother had given her such a strong sense of anger, that when it cracked, it was hard for her to stay stable. She was still working on that growth aspect, but since growing a bit into foalhood, she had become much better in its horrible grasp. "Oh, is this better, Lucifer? Laugh all you want!" She bared her fangs and continued to shake her body.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:56 am
Lucifer was, in truth, a little surprised that the filly chose that moment to brindle, but save for a flicker of the gaze, contained the evidence of it to his mind, rather than the touch of his influence. Once the faint surprise passed, there passed a rather more pleasant emotion- satisfaction. A Kalona in a rage. How fitting. Now this was the species he had been brought to expect!
It was, however, not the best spectacle to enjoy. Loveless was too young to present the state a grown member of her race would prove, that delicious taste of anger on the air, attrocities to come hanging on a word. A beautiful state, yet to be witnessed.
Her actions did, however, prove a start. She showed herself ready to rise to a challenge, even where the challenge was but partially offered? A good start. Very good.
Where she paced, he stood his ground, leveling his gaze at her to-and-fro form, his own glee dancing in each eye.
Her words, as much as her actions, drew a sneer to that maw, curling serpentine over lips no longer parted in play-acting, now the true cruel smile of the fallen angel.
"Better, dear child? Perfection. Well, a practice run, at least."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:18 pm
She grinned that he said perfection, there was nothing else he should have expected. She gave him a usual glare, and turned herself to face him. "What else would you expect from the daughter of Pride himself, I aim to please." With a curled lip showing bright white fangs, only partially stained by bloodshed, she smiled finally, being content with his words.
"Now," She said, flicking her eyelashes, "A practice run, you say? I stride to become better, so are you going to help me? Or not?" In her little boastings, she had walked up to the sin and was much closer now. "Lucifer, I need more from you, please give me guidance." He had pretty much proven to her how wise he was, and she longed for that kind of thinking. She longed for everything he spoke of. What else did she need to prove?
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:28 pm
Now this revelation came truly as a surprise. Lucifer could not catch the emotion from dancing over his features for a moment. A daughter of a sin himself? An explanation, perhaps, and a very interesting turn of events. His curiosity was baited. He wanted to see those personifications of his favourite hobbies in action.
Bedecking himself with a grin somewhat born more of false charm than his malevolence and it's gains, the stallion nodded idly as the words spilled.
"A daughter of Pride? Well, well. I do not know the face, but I know his sport well."
The next words were idle flattery until the portentous question. Lucifer give pointers? It was hardly his usual fare, he was used to trickery, artifice, not stenorious lectures into the nature of good and evil. Still, a soul was better guided in the right direction. Or rather, the wrong.
"And where shall I guide you? Further down your father's path? Mine? Or your own?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:37 pm
"You know of the sport, now. That is intriguing." She glimmered at him, and strut away from him once again. She seemed to move quite a lot when she was overwhelmed, but the mannerism fit her well. "You would remember my father's face if you saw it, it is beyond beautiful." A face she could only dream of capturing for herself one day. Although her brothers were more colored like her father, she would prove that her dark composure would not hide the same beauty.
"I would never walk down anothers path, how silly would that be." She smirked, knowing that would be foolish in itself! What a weak thing for someone to do. "I will make my own path, though the help I desire only requires some personal takes from you. Does sharing some thoughts and things about yourself interest you? If not, I am unsure of what else to ask." She sighed, only because the only way she had been learning from others was by listening to their stories.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:48 pm
"If he were a shabby thing to look at, he would hardly deserve his title, would he?"
Behind the words there lurked a smile, a thought. The child was an interesting enough specimen, but his thoughts now turned on bigger fish to fry. The Sins were about, and he wanted to see them, to observe them, perhaps to indulge in them a bit more, for indeed, what was he, if not their promoter to the masses?
She did capture his attention once more, however, as she spoke again.
The question was a quandry, and Lucifer adopted her own pacing motion, though perhaps a little more cocky, even more surety behind the gait. After a time, he opened his mouth once more, voice even-keeled, save a taint of natural malice.
"What would you have me share? I made my ways, you were born to yours."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 1:06 pm
She ignored the stallions comment, knowing OF COURSE that would be true. But, her senses boiled up again at his response to her. "To your suprise, fool." She gritted her teeth and looked at Lucifer, flaring. "I was not Born as anything. Although I have my father's Pride pasted in me, you should observe how different we are." Which, of course, was true. He associated himself with anything pretty, and in her eyes, they were lessers. She found evil to be important, something to conduct, but her father would not harm a fly.
"Don't mock me for asking, Lucifer. Maybe all I should learn from your cocky personality is my resolve that I HATE males even more!" She stomped her hoof on the ground and looked at him, furious as ever. "Males, such bastards. Truly. I wonder why I waste my time."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 1:14 pm
An overwhelming urge to laugh is not to be avoided, the health risks are many. As such, Lucifer allowed his mirth to pour forth, laughing a bark of a sound, glee at such a sight lending itself not to chortles or giggles. The youngster certainly had a flare for the dramatic. And a temper fit for a sinner!
"Bravo, little child," he allowed, once the laughter had ceased to vibrate his form.
"A fair eruption from such a tiny volcano. You were born to your temper. You were born to the Sin your father gave you. You were born to wrong, which is so right."
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