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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 12:16 pm
 He took a deep breath of the fresh afternoon air and exhaled slowly through his nostrils. The dry cold might have bothered some, but even to a usually dissatisfied stallion like Rasputin the cold could not bother. Indeed, not much could these days.
After all, had he not made his stay in Hell? Was he not amongst walking corpses and those who followed them? It was necromancy at its finest, and Rasputin couldn't be more pleased to be a part of it. Even if he wasn't the first to accomplish it . . . More satisfying was knowing that his former apprentice Medea had also found herself amongst their ranks, and that so far she was not showing signs of a deteriorating mind from her time in the depths.
Rasputin was not one who smiled so much as smirked, and oh how smug he looked as he pondered his new life. Those moon-addled fools were no doubt destroyed from his final revenge, and both himself and his protege had broken through the barriers following Thorn to walk the earth once more. The last laugh is mine, he thought as he grinned darkly.
Though . . . How much time had passed since his final steps on the land? He wanted to know what life was like now, if it had changed. Whether new herds had cropped up since his absence. So many things to digest, he hoped . . . knowledge was an addictive substance to his mind. It was what had landed him his "dark sorcerer" title of sorts in the Moon Herd.
For now, he ambled very slowly near the fringes of the forest, enjoying the sensation of crushing grass underhoof.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:07 pm
 Regret - as she so often did - found herself ranging about on the outskirts of the herd, she knew Thano's wanted her to spend more time with the rest but honestly she didn't much care. He likely forgot about this desire nearly as swift as he had it anyways...and there was only so much time Regret could handle being in the presence of her mostly stupid herd mates.
A crunching of the cold killed grass roused her bleary eyes attention and she swung her head up to see who was coming - praying to whomever would listen that it wouldn't be Ruin. The filly was her daughter but Regret didn't feel up to keeping track of Ruin's machinations right now. It took a few moments for her to find the approaching figure and when she did for a brief moment her droopy ear actually perked up...briefly...ever so briefly. But even that small amount of attention was unusual for the skinny mare.
It was one of the new horses..demons..undead..whatever you wanted to call them, that Thorn had brought back from Hell. The silver dapple stallion was nearly as thin as she was and covered in bloody looking marks. Regret could only hope that these new horses proved to be more useful then their earlier brethren. "Wandering rather far" She remarked in a flat emotionless tone.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:24 pm
An ear flicked towards the voice more out of instinct than interest. Who had followed him? (So he assumed was the case; Rasputin was always suspicious) He turned his head to the mare, red eyes narrowing for a moment before realization slowly kicked in. This was, ah . . . Who had Thorn pointed her out as? The mate of the leader, that's right. One of the few live ones in the herd, if not the only living one.
Something irritated his thigh - a quick swat with his tail brought forth droplets of the bloody spirit paint coating his otherwise silver tail. For someone whose heart still beats, she has a rather lifeless affect, Rasputin thought before bowing his head a little. He spoke in a slow, grave tone. "You must be Regret; Thorn mentioned you when we rode. Apologies, but I must know the lay of the land before I can inhabit it, you see: how it has changed, how it has stayed the same . . ."
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 4:41 pm
Well...he was certainly more respectful then many of the undead, Regret was pretty sure the majority of them wanted her out of the herd or dead most likely. Too bad they'd never get their wish, even if Regret had an ounce of desire to move on to someplace else Thano's would never let her leave. shuffling further out of the tree she regarded him for a few moments with listless eyes that hid within their depths a cunning sort of intelligence.
"Most in this herd consider such things trivial at best" She told the stallion "Very few of them regard such knowledge as useful" Few..not all, Rowan perhaps cared and Thano's did - when he remembered too - Regret in her aimless shuffling had walked across all of it at one point or another and knew it pretty well herself..but for the most part..the rest of them were happy to mope about and complain. "I wasn't given your name" She told him, tone neither apologetic nor interested. Thanos had started to tell her the new creatures names..but had forgotten halfway through and gone off on some other tangent.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 5:59 pm
"Rasputin, my lady."
He had pondered the reasoning behind such a name as Regret. Did she regret coming into land of the dead? Did she regret that her herd was, as she saw it, full of dull-witted horses? Or had something else happened prior to her coming? More importantly, why bother to keep such a tasteless name?
It did not matter very much why. Rasputin remained polite because he saw possible opportunities by befriending this mare, wretchedly stoic as she might be. She had connections to the true leader and, hopefully, some form of control over his offspring. From her, he could possibly exert his influence, glean information . . . But first, to find out what she responded to best: business manners or interpersonal matters.
He picked his head up to view her properly. "There is nothing that is 'trivial' in my opinion. Only details that are forgotten and not properly put to use," he responded, clearly unamused that at least several horses would not even take the energies to know their land. "It sounds as if you have a trouble with discipline, madam. But surely there has been at least one assigned that task of keeping a watchful eye?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 3:05 pm
 The rather large stallion briefly perked his ears up as voices reached his ears. He'd wandered rather far from the Herd, and was in no position to go searching for the way back. In fact, he was totally and utterly lost. Uneven hooves led him shakily towards the sounds. They sounded... vaguely familiar. His tongue lolled out as a confused expression covered his face. He knew no one... didn't he? No matter, he decided with a quick shake of his horns. He continued his rather slow, carefree pace. His expression remained blank, though covered by his skull as it was, it was difficult to tell. Cold wind blew against his spine uncomfortably. He stopped, thrashing his tail from side to side. It was like a fly infestation. Worse. This wouldn't go away. He literally ached to the bone with cold. As he spotted two shapes, he retracted his tongue back into his mouth slightly. Though uncomfortable, it did make it slightly easier to talk, though he never did talk much. His tongue seemed oddly large for his mouth. Prancing slightly from side to side, he approached them. They had to be from his... what was it called? Herb? No.. that wasn't right. Who cared? They were bloody and clearly from Hell. "Lost." He said, though it came out slightly deformed. No one ever had taught him to speak properly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:38 am
Rasputin...it had a ring to it now didn't it? At least he seemed like his mind worked well enough, perhaps he was a symbol of renewed vigor in the herd - she hoped so - at the very least it might make Thano's complain just a little bit less which would be somewhat of a relief.
"I very much agree" She told the stallion "And there is one who is loyal and worthwhile" She told him "But he is but one horse and this land is rather large" She pointed out, speaking of the beta Rowan of course - they hadn't always gotten along she and Rowan but they'd managed to develop a respect towards one another. She might have said more but about that time they were interrupted by another of the newer members, this one had it's tongue sticking out of his mouth and seemed...well...a far cry intelligence wise from Rasputin. Regret gave him a baleful look. Clearly she'd gotten her hopes up to soon about these new recruits.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 8:54 pm
He nodded slightly. "I see . . ." He trailed off as he followed Regret's cold gaze to what appeared to be another of the horses Thorn had led out of Hell. Torn up, exposed to the cold air, and . . . and wearing someone's skull. With his tongue stuck out.
Oh how quaint, he spoke in monosyllabic sentences to boot.
"You are not lost, hellion, but skirting the borders," Rasputin explained as the wind picked up, his open wounds itching. "Retrace your steps and I'm sure you will find your way back. The stench of death is hard to miss."
No name, no introduction for this one. The quicker he was alone with the alpha mare, the better. Rasputin felt if the stallion stayed for too long, he might lose this opportunity - and possibly a few IQ points.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 3:44 pm
Furrowing his brow slightly at the stallion's rather complex sounding words, he instead shuffled his feet around till he was in a more comfortable position and settled down to wait for them to finish. It was clear he was in no rush to leave. "Yes, lost. Skull... hard breathe... no death smell." He struggled to voice his opinion, using all his concentration to convey that he had no clue where he was, and that his nasal passages were constricted from the skull upon his head, making scenting rather difficult. Not that he thought in such a complex way, of course, his brain consisted more of pretty much the words he had just said.
A small shiver ran through him as a cool breeze danced over his exposed muscular tissue. The last place had been warmer, Hell had fire. Using his brain possibly more than he ever had in his whole life put together, he struggled to formulate a brief introduction. "I Taurus. New." With that he snorted slightly, unable to think of a way to ask them who they were. He settled instead for swinging his head from side to side, looking first at one horse, then at the other, his tongue lolling out a fraction of an inch more than it had before.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 6:35 am
If she hadn't had so much practice deciphering her daughters obscene speech patterns the way Taurus - as he labeled himself - spoke would have annoyed her. As it was she's simply come to accept that in a herd where some members were practically falling apart - certain aspects of them tended to be a bit...off.
Sometimes it was useful - and sometimes it was annoying but by and large there wasn't much she could do to change it and to be quite honest she didn't care enough about most of them to try. She lived in hell on earth and that was to her mind, where she belonged - even if most of the rest of the herd didn't always think so, after all she hadn't actually died...though she took such little care of herself that it was a wonder she hadn't.
"Well..." She told the new stallion in a bland tone as he brushed off Rasputin's directions "If you'll simply turn about and walk straight in the direction of the sun..you are bound to run across the rest of the herd" ...or if he veered a bit off course a cliff..but that wasn't her concern really, the directions were accurate enough.
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