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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 4:03 am
The well-learned cleared the way for passing evil, never daring to look back or catch sight of it, in a terror most pure and untainted, lest they lose the blessing granted to them since birth--that of life. In was in these particular stretch of woods that a white mare with black darkening her form walked about, and it was no coincidence that the creatures the area sprawled with previously smartly hid away, for the air was silent with the fresh scent of fear and escape. The large, black-winged mare had no care, for her thoughts were focused on one simple thing that permitted trivialities of other natures to subside in her priorities.
It had not been long since she had last feasted, yet it was longer than usual. It had not been long since she last communicated with someone sharing the same blood, yet many days had passed. Not even a kind meeting with someone of the same caliber was granted, but the mare did not care.
Her deep, pitch black eyes furrowed in agitation long since passed, and her trio of horns laid still atop her head, still stained with blood from her last reaping, for she took no care in clearing herself of the remnants anymore. This certain mare was on her way to fulfilling vengeance, and this time, it wouldn't be for her mother. Her birth alone signaled revenge against her father's being, so it seemed her life would be plagued by it.
And, for the first time in a long while, the half-mutant mare let out a ring of laughter, chilling the still wind. "Plagued... by my own blood," she said coldly, quietly to herself, turning her attention to the darkening trees around her. "I can tell that you are here, come out of the shadows!" she demanded, in a louder tone.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:11 pm
 Fear was indeed a weapon easily held- sometimes a presence was enough to wield it. With a similar royal train of silence, a dark stallion traversed the woods, red markings slashing him like blood, though brighter by far. A smirk never seemed to leave the stallion's face, but it deepened as words drifted through the silence. Twitching his ears as he listened to the feminine voice, that smirk almost stretched to a smile. He could almost smell the fun he could have with this situation.
He paused his movements, standing stock still and waiting a moment before responding, after all, what was life without a dramatic pause or two? He gave a quick shake of his black-streaked mane to pass the short time, before calling out, low enough to give no hint of enthusiasm, "and why would you call me, darling?"
The last word was more his father's style than his own, but hell, he thought, why not? He was more for violence, but there was something to be said for toying with minds as Lucifer adored.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:59 pm
As the rough whisper of a voice broke the silence that came after the mare let out a call, she pinpointed it to a spot not far off from where she had stood--more shrouded in darkness than her area. If hiding was the stranger's way, then so be it. This wouldn't be the first time she had dealt with the shadows...
Her usual approach was to instantly attack, though it proved to be a slight problem in the past when she wasn't fully aware of what she was getting herself into. She wasn't one to follow pacifism, but she wasn't one to not learn from mistakes, either. The mare would observe before throwing herself into any displeasing position.
Darling was a new twist to an unusual remark, though her own greeting wasn't exactly called for either. The deep voice held no hint of fear or regret, which further angered yet interested the half-bright mare. She drew a conclusion that the stranger was either a dull brute, prepared for death in an instant, or something similar to herself, raised from a darker background. Neither character fell into a category to be in her good graces.
"Don't get comfortable so fast now. You're not close enough to become my meal, my prize just yet. So confident to reveal yourself yet?"
She stepped towards the source of the voice, though provided enough distance to caution herself should anything strike out from the shadows. "Or are you one for games, now?"
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