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 Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:59 am
 It had been almost a year since Rockin's last run in with any sort of life. These days he tended to stay by himself, licking his wounds. Granted, despite the obvious pang in his gut that seemed to spider like poison fire through his veins he did put himself into a better mood with simple things on a normal basis. Little flowers, the exact shade of a lake, or perhaps the direction of the winds. Today however, he just felt like moping. Every once in a while the sins of his past weighed down on him far too much and he just ended up crushed. This was a day like that. He laid on his side, basking lazily in the emerald shade of the forest, just moping. Every once in a while the position would become painful, and then he'd roll over or shift. Other than that the only movement was an involuntary twitch. Of course, if another life stumbled upon him he'd perk up, as was his way, after all. But this deep in the forest it was unlikely. After all, he'd moped here many times before, and no one had ever bothered him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:51 am
Instead of staying put in her nest, Aviania had decided to explore the surroundings of the Flock's territory; although she had heard good reports coming in for the past few days, it never hurts to see it for herself... She had explored a good part of the forest surrounding the West side of Flock territory, but the East remained mostly untouched.
The brown mare paused as her ears flicked backwards, narrowing her eyes as she thought she heard the grass rustling from a distance away. Raising an eye brow, she turned her head; perhaps a small animal out to forage for food? She frowned slightly, pondering her next course of action; then again, its always good to make sure. Swiftly, she changed directions, making off in the direction of the source of the sound. Her talons made little noise as she trotted through the undergrowth, her eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger or potential captures. Now that she was no longer in familiar territory, Aviania found herself being extra cautious, unwilling to risk her safety or the safety of her beloved Flock.
As she leaped silently over a fallen log, she found herself standing a few feet away from a stallion. Quickly, she darted behind a tree, peering out from behind as she observed the male - he seemed listless and at rest. The Harpy's lips curled up into a grin as she narrowed her eyes. Even better... He was laying down, making him an easy capture, to be sure!
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 11:42 am
Rockin' craned his neck back as he heard some grass near him disturbed. From upside down and in his half awake state he couldn't really tell who it was who entered the area. He yawned a big, lazy yawn before he stretched. He grunted, trying to get off his side. It was easier to get down then it was to get back up, he'd found. Still, he managed it somehow, pale blue legs flailing in the air a bit as he twisted to try and get himself upright. When he finally was his joints groaned from lack of use, and his muscles protested with their own aches. Soon however his hooves were firmly on the ground and he was standing, albeit trying to find his footing just a little.
"Ohai," he chirped, he bowing his head, a good smile splitting his lips. He tilted his head up, giving him a fairly comical angle, "I wasn't expecting someone else to be wandering around out here, I would have gotten up sooner, or have been laying in a less stupid position."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:17 am
{Sorry, I had lost the link to this RP and forgotten about it. >.<;}
Seems like she spoke too soon.
"Greetings, male," She replied, her voice very much like a singing bird's but her tone was far from friendly. As she approached the stallion, she smirked lightly, wondering how long his smile would be there. While she had been expecting an easy capture, Aviania now noticed his wings - a trait on males that she had always viewed as a natural disadvantage when it came to capturing them... After all, once they take to the skies, the chances of a successful capture is near zero. She frowned inwardly as she eyed his wings; till now, attempts to breed a winged female had been far and few in-between... It was as if the spirits' old curse that had haunted the original Harpies was still lingering about.
"In all honesty, it might had been better if you were laying down," She halted inches in front of him, lifting her sharp talons to his chest before slowly moving them to his neck, "You males tend to struggle less when the situation seems hopeless - when you're standing up, you feel like there's a chance of escape and more often than not, hurt yourself in the process... If not, I might end up hurting you."
She paused for a second, allowing the stallion to take in everything that was happening before pressing her talons gently on his skin, "Since you look like a smart one, I'm going to let you choose. Will you submit willingly or must I scar that pretty face of yours before you understand that there is no escape?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:52 pm
Wait... hold on, what? One moment Rockin' had been chatting happily with someone, trying to start up a light conversations, and now... this? What exactly was she doing with those... claws? He gulped and used his wing to move the tallow away gently. "Escaping from... er... from what?" Honestly, this was just what he needed, to go from one mean old b***h to another. And he had just recently gotten to the stage where he was feeling resentful of Fathom. He gulped as the claws came back and dug into his skin just a little. His eyes moved up frantically, there had to be an escape route.
No such luck. He'd chosen this spot to sulk because it was so dark and peaceful. The coverage from above was too thick, and he was not skilled enough with his wings to maneuver through the branches. To his left and right were paths riddled with roots. In his state of panic there was no way he'd be able to navigate them without breaking his leg. Be hind him was a tree, so that was a no go, and before him was this... demon. What was he supposed to do now?
"Submit-- what?" He stammered, stumbling to his left and right. "I -- I think you might just have the wrong stallion. I have no intention of submitting to anyone again anytime soon." He gulped and pushed her talons away again. "Look lady, I just got out of a really bad relationship, and I'm still healing from when her brothers beat me up. I'm not really looking for anyone mare right now but maybe some other time?" He turned to his left, slowly, trying to get away. Maybe this mare was just into freak role playing, and had him mistaken with someone else. That was his hope, at least.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:14 pm
"Oh dear, seems like you're not that smart after all," She raised an eye brow, unmoved by his history as she pushed her talons into his skin a little more, causing him discomfort but not using enough strength to draw blood, "Alright, let me make this easier to understand... I'm not asking you to submit. I'm telling you to." She paused, noticing him surveying his surroundings; of course, if he moved, her talons will probably tear his neck apart.
"Now, despite your circumstances, you will admit that being alive is better than being someone else's meal, yes?" She lowered her talons before quickly moving to his side, using her sharp teeth to tear off the stallion's primary feathers on his left; she had been doing it for a long time now, and it shouldn't hurt them anymore.
"Now, would you kindly follow me?" She smirked lightly, shaking out her mane, "There are some ladies I want you to meet."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:15 pm
The talon’s against Rockin’s chest made him squirm uncomfortably. “But – um – ma’am. I really really don’t want to submit… to anyone. I’m just not that kind of guy.” He ignored the jab at his intelligence, figuring his personal safety was much more valuable at that moment in time. He gulped, not wanting to chance blood by moving the talons. “You can tell me all you want, but I won’t. It’s just not something I do. By the by, what exactly am I submitting to?” Granted, at this point it didn’t really matter what it was, but his curiosity won out, and he asked anyway.
The mares question did stir up an uncomfortable cocktail of emotions inside of his stomach. Well, yes, but did he really want to endure the abuse again? His thoughts were cut off by a sharp pain in his wing and he had to cry out before he tucked it in close to his side. “What’s wrong with you? I’m not going anywhere, not after that. The ‘ladies’ are probably scary, just like you! I’m leaving, see ya scary female.” Rockin’ waved his uninjured wing a little frantically and shimmied off to his right. He had no intention of being anyone’s meal that night, nor anyone’s anything else.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:27 pm
Aviania didn't look worried - in fact, she looked rather amused at the male's actions. There was no way he could outrun her, especially not in the forest, and there was no way he could fly with his primary feathers clipped... He probably though he could walk away from her without her dragging him back.
A foolish thought, but perhaps he would be enticed by something else.
"Mmm, stubborn, are you?" She muttered with a soft chuckle before bounding forward, turning sharply as she passed the stallion so that she was facing him, "I told you - I'm not asking, I'm telling you to follow... You'll like my sisters." She leaned in towards him, her golden eyes looking into his as she smiled, "And I do treat the males under my care well despite your accusation provided they don't cause any trouble to the Flock. You seem like you could use some time away from your... Present situation."
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