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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 11:03 am
 This thread will be used for all of her plot rps, hereby refered to as chapters. I'll let you know when one chapter begins and ends, so we can move onto the next. Chapters are roleplayed seperately, and in order.
Chapter ListCh.1 - CurrentWhat's wrong with you?! (Aniira's Kat) Ch.2 Found the trail. (Chesh's Sunny) Ch.3 The Angel (Phail's Akinari) Ch.4 The Devil (Jet's Cassanova) Ch.5 Confrontation (Phail's Akinari) Ch.6 Unsettling Consequences (Roar's Fliance)
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 11:11 am
Ch.1 What's Wrong With You?! It had almost been half a year since her incident with the trecherous mare Desmona, and in that time Scar's life was filled with agony as her body healed the various wounds that were left to her. In that time she hadn't been able to do more than walk or stand around, the once athletic and vibrant young mare forced to remain stationary. It made her feel violated, in a way. That someone had so much of an impact on her life as to control her for months on end. Scar had grown bitter with the need for vengence, unable to do anything about it but think and surive until the day came when she was ready to take off.
That day had come. Scar could move and run and kick without pain or worry that her scars might tear themselves open, and upon this realization a click went off in her mind. It was time. A fury that been bottling itself up for months exploded to the surface, taking back the control that had been stolen from her. With little regard to her current companions, the chocolate mare burst out into the world once more, frenzied in her search for the little chestnut mare.
Her first day's travel had taken her to the accursed Hell Herd mountain where she discovered no desire to stick around, and had gradually made her way back toward the meadows and hills below. It was one thing to back her way into a situation with some strangers, but right now she didn't feel like dealing with a herd full of monsters- most of which she had yet to actually see for herself. Still, one could not deny the scent of death and rot that lingered close to their territory, especially accompanied by the words and looks of Rowan, a stallion she'd met before. But this was out of her mind for the time being. She had much more pressing matters and a hurried gallop to boot. She'd find Desmona, and when she did... she didn't exactly know just yet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 3:06 pm
Kat walked along slowly, a sort of mindless amble, counting the broad-leafed weeds scattered among the grass along his path. A strange tune whistled in his head, and he did his best to hum along with it, but in truth he was never good at multi-tasking. What he really wanted was something interesting to happen, perhaps to meet another one of those undead horses that believed they were from Hell. Yes, that would be interesting, seeing as he wouldn't mind joining their ranks just to have a little fun. But their leader didn't seem to take kindly to outsiders... oh well.
"Twenty-two, twenty-three," he mumbled in a sing-song voice, still keeping pace with his tune. It was then that an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, and he looked up, his unfocused eyes settling on a shape in the distance.
"Oh my," he whispered, a grin filling his features. What a creature he did stumble upon... it seemed to be a mare, finely featured and muscled... yet her body was FULL of scars, and she looked worse for wear. And she was really moving at a fast pace... he wondered if he could confront her in time.
"Hey! Hey you there!" he called gaily, trotting after her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:20 pm
Her journey had just started and already she was drawing a blank on where to check first. It was easy to say she would find Desmona again, but actually doing it seemed to be the problem. It didn't help that the plains were vast and huge, able to hide herds of horses without a problem. Finding just one lone mare? That was certainly going to prove challenging. None the less, the flaxen maned mare pressed forward with a seething determination of force, she would succeed, there was no doubt in her mind.
To say the least she was surprised to hear someone calling out so suddenly, and in turn her gait faltered as she swung her head around to check the surrounding area. There was no one else there. That is, save for herself and a very oddly painted stallion, who seemed to have no problem chasing after her at a jog. Splendid. "What is it?" the mare demanded, slowing her pace to wheel around and confront the stranger. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent that floated on the wind and she wasted no time with pinning her ears to the sides of her skull. The smell of paint was almost overwhelming, masking a good deal of his natural aroma, a discovery she wasn't happy to find out.
"I'm in a rush, late even," she urged for him to spit it out, as she wished to be away from his company as soon as possible. Still, she couldn't deny the uniqueness of this equine, and though in most cases it would have interested the mustang mare to find out why he was the way he was, it only served to infuriate her more. She had to find Desmona! The sooner the better! Her tail, or what was left of it, swished out angrily as she sized up the stallion, though in her current state, it didn't quite occur to her she could simply leave his company if she so wished to do so. Instead, she stood waiting, twisting under the urge to move while stilling her hooves in time to stay grounded. An odd sight for sure.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 7:53 pm
Kat gave a delighted grin as the mare paused for him, letting his shorter legs bring his frame to a shaky halt. If he were smarter, he might have noticed the defensive way that the mare held herself, the way her eyes screamed to back off, the way her muscles bunched under her scarred coat. But all he felt was curiosity, and her apparent anger held no significance to him. He gave a silly little chuckle as he watched her fidget around.
"In a hurry? But for what?" he crooned, swishing his coarse tail. He never realized that he probably smelled atrocious--the amount of old, sticky paint and months of dirt attributed to the fact. But he hated the thought of washing all of his beautiful stripes off... and he didn't mind the smell. So why bother?
"One should not be in a hurry on such a beautiful day, m'dear," he stated, in a sort of scolding voice. He tsked his tongue, shaking his head. "There's nothing that you're late for other than a nice, relaxing role in the dirt. Now doesn't that sound nice?" Then, before she could reply, he hopped to the side, his eyes scanning her hide. "Interesting marks you've got, eh? Not so smart to be cut so many times, am I right? I am right, aren't I?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 12:26 pm
The more this stallion spoke the more jittery Scar became, swinging her hindquarters from side to side as if deciding whether or not he deserved a swift kick to the face. She wouldn't have answered him, or she would, she wasn't quite sure of that until that last little tidbit that spewed from his lips like poison. Poison, what a strange thought. Surely he was just curious, stubborn and rude yes, but perhaps it should be forgotten. Forgiven even. "I can't exactly deal in nice right now", she mumbled, pinching her nostrils at the thought of rolling in the dirt. How absurd! She was in a hurry, there was no time for such frevilus things!
Then she remembered, he'd mentioned her scars, told her it wasn't smart to get cut so many times. If she'd looked more relaxed at the slight second it was gone as the mare wheeled around to face the stallion once more, a front hoof stomped viciously into the ground as her head bobbed higher and higher. "What do you know? Nothing! You know nothing about them!" she spat, partially rising off her front hooves now into a mock rear. Of course she didn't strike out at the stranger, but Scar definately wasn't in the mood to be played around with right now.
Not only was he smelly, and loud, and rude, and... and... short, he had the gall to offer such off handed remarks about her scars! "I'm late, can't you see that? These scars are marks of betrayal! That can't be left unsettled!" Perhaps she was saying more than she meant to, but the flaxen maned mare had certainly had the short end of her temper flarring more than usual today. The fact she was exploding now couldn't be helped, whether or not this stranger fanned the flames or attempted to dissolve the fire, may or may not have any impact on the situation.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:16 pm
Kat was about to give another little giggle at her obvious fear of having fun when she whirled on him, faster than a cougar who'd been bitten on the hind end by a horsefly. He should have moved, should have been afraid... but his life was just full of should haves, wasn't it? Besides, what was the use of fear? It was so annoying, the way it seized your muscles and made your gut hurt. And it was time consuming. If you were going to die, you were going to die. No need to be worried about it.
He simply stared at her, his eyes a bit wide at the gust of air from her waving hooves, and he let out a little cough, blinking his eyes repetitively. "Oh... oh my. You sure know how to kick dust in one's face, you know that?"
He straightened then, taking in her fidgety form, realizing that there was more than abrupt anger below her skin. There was a whole bundle of delicious emotion, tied in with something interesting... a story. A very... violent story. He smiled.
"You sound pretty mad, mare. Not that I know ANYTHING about them, whoever they may be... But damn, I'd like to see the ones who could mess someone up so bad." He thought of lion-faced horses with dragon tails... oh yeah, that's right. He lived in reality. What a shame.
"You know, betrayal only seems that way because it's what you weren't expecting. I wasn't expecting you to snort in my face a moment ago, but I'm not calling you a traitor. Geez." He gave a mock sigh, like some gossiping mare, and rolled his eyes. "Emotional issues, anyone?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:46 am
There was just not end to this one, was there? Scar had already felt like a hive of bees had taken up residence underneathe her hide, driving her move forward to search relentlessly for the chestnut mare, but it was an explosive fuse that was set now. Her yellow eyes rimmed themselves in white as the mare made yet another quick movement, lashing to the side to pace in front of the shorter stallion, her half of a stub tail swishing in annoyance. She could easily destroy this stallion, he neither balked nor dodged from what she could tell, but he wasn't her quarry. As pissed off as Scar was, attacking strangers was below her, but that didn't mean she was done with him yet.
Once more the mare whirled to face him again, kicking out with a hind hoof as she locked gazes with the other mustang. Of course, it still hadn't sunk in yet that she could simply leave his company, as much as a frenzy she was in now it didn't seem likely anything reasonable was going to reach her. "You've likely met their kind before", she told him in a huff, appearing to have calmed down once more now that she had gotten that bout out of the way. She may have gone on to tell the tale, but of course, he wasn't finished yet was he?
Once more her ears pinned against the sides of her skull as Scar pawed viciously at the ground. "Betrayal is a deceptive use of friendship, purposely meaning to trick another!" she corrected, the venom dripping from her very voice it seemed. It wasn't a stretch to say she'd love to rip into this stallion's flesh bit by bit... but that was a little much wasn't it? A bit crazy even. Nevertheless Scar was still pissed with that last comment and a little bite to the nose wouldn't hurt, would it? She bared her teeth in warning, merely a step away from taking a chunk of this smelly stallion as a souvenir.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:00 am
Kat DID step back that time, his nose wrinkling in distaste as the mare snapped at him. Well, perhaps he didn't mind danger, but how rude was it to n** at someone's nose? His nose was one of his most valuable assets, and he did not want it to be chopped in two by those eager teeth.
"Goodness, you're a lively one!" he chirped, baring his teeth in a wild smile. If she kept this up any longer... well, he might be persuaded to join her in a fight. It was nice to stretch the muscles every once in a while, even if he was a bit rusty on strategy.
He stared at her a moment longer, almost as if bewildered, and finally broke the silence with a slower, more curious tone. "Friendship eh?... That's the problem you know. The accumulation of friends is like the accumulation of a group of ticks. To trust anyone to begin with is a mistake." He paused, letting it sink in, then continued. "But I am very curious about this friend of yours... what did they do to deserve such a hate?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:20 am
At least he had the sense to step back that time, and Scar didn't have the mind to follow through on her snapping. One go was enough for the time being, aslong as he didn't piss her off again, but lets face it, just about everything was getting on her nerves with this stalion. For a split moment when she saw his wide toothy smile she was reminded of how she use to be, and how much fun she would have had with such a carefree stallion. That feeling however, was gone almost as soon as it surfaced as her frenzied nature took over once more.
"Should I assume you don't have many friends, then?" she returned, calmer than before but still a bit off when compared to normal. She couldn't say she fully agreed with what he said, but there was a part of Scar that understood the meaning behind the words. She'd certainly been bitter about befeiending Desmona, just have it thrown into her face and tossed to the wolves... quite literally. "What they did?" she flared her nostrils at the thought, her hide twitching as she thought of her scars. "She befriended me, requested my help, and purposely left me to a pack of a half-starved wolves. Apparently the idea was to distract them long enough for her to escape", of course, 'distracting' in this case, meant they would be too busy stuffing their faces to care about the other escaping mare. "I survived the ordeal, obviously, and now I have to find her again."
And with that mentioned a little inkling went off in the back of her mind and the flaxen maned mustang realized that she certainly could leave this stallion's company at any minute. Her ears twitched as she tossed a glance over her shoulder in the direction she had been heading. She'd need to get moving again, she had to find Desmona soon! Though... her attention returned to the smelly stallion, somewhat begrudingly, but she'd stay for just a moment longer. Perhaps he'd seen the mare? She should probably ask him that.
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