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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 4:49 pm
Her eyes hung low as she was indeed tired tonight. Unsure of why, seeing as she normally was wide awake during the midnight hours, leaving th e day hours for the more adapted. She gave her tired head a shake, giving his blue tinted ears a flick as she walked through the darkened forest.
It was scary.. Almost eerie tonight. She actually just wanted to get back home. The fog was not comforting this night. In fact, it scared her a bit. It was everywhere, and clogging her nostrils.
She sneezed, squeezing her eyes closed and stopping in her tracks. Her nose could pick up the scent of danger. She looked about her, amethyst eyes opening slowly as she picked up her heavy feet. Her heart was pounding like mad in her chest. She had never feared anything in the dark before..
Something was watching her. She knew the feeling well, as Jean, her father had watched her as a foal in the shadows. She felt eyes following her, and it made her shiver slightly.
Her ebony curls were flying back slightly as she picked up her speed.
Ah, how she wished father was here.. Any company really. Ciro would do nicely, as she knew he'd protect her.
But she could fight..She'd been forced to before. Her eyes were wide,and cautious.
She knew the scent. Richard was stalking her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:04 pm
Jean had forgotten to warn his little beauty that Richard was indeed dangerous. He had told Naina to be cautious, but he had not said why.Jean did not expect an attack on his daughter. But then again, he shouldn't have. Jean as the only one Richard really respected in the slightest.. But he hated that he respected the vampire. It was ridiculous. And he despised the pretty little mare that Jean had sired.
Little whore of a filly.. He truly wished he could make her stop breathing, and that might be in the agenda tonight if he had his way.
Who knew, maybe Richard would get tired of playing, and just end it all.. End poor Naina. The little whelp whom shouldn't have been born in the first place.
Giving a growl under his breath, he watched the blue pelted mare as she strode off, trying to get back home.
He knew she felt something. He was also sure that she knew who it was, even, that was stalking her.
Wait, was that what he was doing? Stalking?
Indeed.
He had every intention on raping and killing the mare ahead of him. He had thought Isis to be his center, but he hadn't seen the black and blue mare in so long, that his progression of evil was worse. It was getting terrible.
His fangs grinned at the mare's expression of fear, and he stalked through the fog, keeping his golden eyes on her.
She'd make a fun toy, i f she didn't die before he was done.
"Well.. Miss Naina."
He greeted.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:19 pm
When the growl carried to the little mares ears, she turned abruptly, unable to see through all the fog, other than the shadow that was coming towards her. The silohoette was large, and the muscles were showing as they bulged.
Her eyes blinked, and she didn't take her eyes of the impending danger heading straight towards her. Oh please let it be Ciro, or her daddy.. Why would anyone want to hurt her? She wasn't a bad mare..She'd changed a bunch in fact. She had found Ciro, and was almost positive she'd be okay with him.
But this stallion was coming closer, and with every step, the golden honey pelt became more visible. Only one horse ever carried the pelt like that. Skinwalker. Skinwalkers were dangerous, and she was alone. He had spotted her too, as he growled slightly, and her body shivered as if she was cold.
"Richard?" She asked, shaking her head and backing up slightly as he came into view.
The big stallion with the honey colored olf pelt draped over his back. Indeed, he was a scary sight. But she'd never feared him before.. He was close to father.. So if he was so close to father, what did he have against her? And why was he coming at her as if she looked tasty. She didn't like that feeling, so she glared a bit. But her glare was minimal, as she had seen what Richard could do, and she knew she would never outrun him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 5:48 pm
The lips of the Skinwalker came back in a greedy grin. One that dared you to run, just to see how far you could get before they really took you down. He knew she wouldn't get anywhere by running, and she knew it too.. Which is why she stood there, trying to be as brave possible.
He knew her father well. Indeed well. And he knew that that bravery was all bred into her by her father. Richard could easily overcome such obstacles and easily take her life, but he didnt want to. She couldn't die before he was ready. He needed to torture her first. It was like a need deep down in the recesses of his mind.
A bloodthirsty creature he had become, and he wanted nothing but blood. Seemed to be the only thing he could ever really do right.. Killing..
So he circled her,much like a wolf circles it's prey when looking for the best area to attack.
She'd pay for her fathers humiliation through all the years.. Even though.. He couldnt fight the Vampire stallion himself out of respect.. His daughter was a lovely candidate for the job.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:34 pm
Naina looked around her.All sides, as father had taught. If you cannot fight, find the best place to escape. She felt sure she could out run Richard. But she could not win in a fight. It was not a fair fight..
She turned her body, trying to just turn and run. She knew it was a stupid move, but her fear of the creature made her want to run fast and just get away.
But her body almost dropped as she felt painful hooves dig into her sides,and her left ear was being tugged in an attempt to slow her now.
It worked, as she could not run. Bucking, she tried to release his hold on her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:39 pm
Richard saw her turn and run,and bolted after her, kicking her back with a flying hoof,and pulling her body to his with his front legs. He teeth lashed out, grabbing hold of her ear, and pulling. Hard.
His legs latched onto her,and her bucking was making him lose his grip,and he was angry at that. He wanted her to be humiliated before she died. Before he killed her.
His teeth let go of her ear, and attached themselves to her neck as she began to pull away,her own hooves trying to dig at the stallions flesh.
Oh she hated him.. Oh how that did something to him..
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