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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:25 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:35 pm
The night was young and Proserpine found herself in the need of a warm meal. The forest was her hunting grounds, nothing would escape her eyesight as she glided above the treetops. However, unfortunately for her, the pickings were currently slim, and she found a frown forming upon her muzzle. This wouldn't do, she needed her strength if she were to prove herself to Diabolus in a few night's time. A rustle was heard to her left and a deer came out into the clearing to feed. Proserpine grinned, it was time to play.
Not a moment later Proserpine felt the warmth of meat on her tongue, the warm blood of the deer providing an addicting copper flavor. Tonight's meal was going to be enjoyed thoroughly. A glowing red eye kept a close watch to her surrounding area and she continued to feast, not only to make sure nobody tried to steal, but to also dare anyone to try, cause they would fail. If they were smart they would stay away. She would tear them to shreds.
A few more minutes passed and Proserpine's belly was starting to feel full, even with about half of the carcass left. No, no, that wouldn't do. Fresh meat would always go bad within a day or two and that was something she could not afford. At least, not right now. Pretty soon Diabolus would become even more powerful, and she was sure that by following him, her meals would become even more regular. A blood grin etched itself across her maw at the thought. Yes, that would be the day.
A shuffling in the trees suddenly caught her attention and her head snapped up, ears pinned back in anger and challenge. How dare someone come close while she ate. They would have to pay.
"Come out, now! Show yourself and face me!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:55 am
Petrushka had spent the last few weeks in a daze. No -- longer than that. Her last clear memory was from months ago. Halloween and, with it, the storytellers. But once they had gone, so too had her master vanished. She had searched for days -- weeks -- but it was to no avail, and the more time she spent without him the more she felt alone and confused. She'd begun to forget to eat and sleep, only realizing how hungry she was when her stomach ached, and only realizing how exhausted she was until she was nearly ready to collapse. It wasn't that she didn't know how to take care of herself. She hadn't always been like this. But without her master it was as if she had no purpose, no meaning. Petrushka had had guidance from the moment she emerged from her basket, and now that she had none she felt as though she were a lost little filly without her parents.
Her stomach growled painfully, and she realized then she'd been lost in her own thoughts for the past several minutes, standing in one place as if a statue. She blinked as the ache of hunger startled her from her daydreaming, shaking her head to pull herself out of her daze. The kirin swished her tail as she lowered her head to nose at the ground, pulling up grass between her teeth hungrily. For a few moments, she forgot her troubles. For a few moments, she knew what she needed to do, and this relaxed her -- she had to eat, to sustain her body's needs. But once she was finished eating and her belly was full, the haze drifted over her again.
Until she heard it. Another voice, shouting -- at her? At someone else? She had been alone for so long it didn't matter. Petrushka blinked and, mindless of any danger she may be in, followed the voice stepping out from behind the trees to, as the voice instructed, show herself. As corrupted as she was, even the blades of grass she walked upon remained untrampled as her hooves stepped on them -- it was her mind that was impure, not her blood. The kirin peered curiously at the winged creature that stood before her, noticing the blood on her muzzle and the dead creature at her hooves. Even so, she didn't feel fear or disgust, as most kirins would. Petrushka stared at the kalona with indifference.
"I am here," she said, waiting to see what the kalona would say next. "Do you need something?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:58 pm
If Proserpine was any other type of soquili she probably would have openly gapped as the bushes cleared and a type of mare she had never seen before entered her immediate territory. The mare was everything Proserpine had never seen before. Her body was littered with golden brown scales, rather shiny scales at that, a long golden horn nestled in her fluffy black hair, the tail was pretty skinny and short, a tuft of hair extended rather smoothly from it, also black. But what really caught Proserpine’s attention, and also brought down her anger at being interrupted just a bit, was the mare in question’s attire. The front of her body was covered in this rather comical fabric that flipped out at the ends near her neck, tiny purple bells attached and jingling. And her legs had fabric attached too, and was rather poofy. How the hell did she not hear this mare coming close sooner? Everything about this mare screamed, come eat me. The most interesting part of the mare was her mask that covered her face. Even Proserpine had to admit that made the mare look rather ominous. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t been eaten yet.
Regardless, this mare had shown no fear in entering the clearing and speaking to her. It was almost as if she lacked either the knowledge or brain cells to realize that Proserpine was of the kalona breed. Formidable and quite deadly to all those that came near. Proserpine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the thought. Maybe this mare was looking for death? It wouldn’t have been the first time Proserpine took pleasure in tearing another soquili apart because they asked. Who could say no to a free meal? Or even a chance to spill blood knowing that the other wasn’t going to struggle? Granted, Proserpine did have a rather sadistic pleasure in making those types of deaths long and torturous for her victim. But alas here she was with a mare standing before her asking if she needed help with anything. Help of all things! But how to reply was the question. What would she need help with anything? Was there anything she needed help with?
A thought struck her, and no, it wasn’t involving killing this mare. She could use this mare for her own personal gain, and by extension, Diabolus. Maybe, if this mare was mentally weak enough, she could conform her to do her bidding. Rather like, Proserpine smirked almost snake like, a puppet. That was the perfect way to describe it. This mare could become her puppet. Get her answers, do things for her, and create even more hell than there already was in these lands. It was a perfect plan to behold. And it would prove to Diabolus that she could control others to do what she commanded.
Proserpine’s eyes leered at the mare in almost sick glee, “It depends. What do you have to offer me so I don’t eat you right here and now?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 12:21 pm
The kirin was patient. She stood still as the kalona observed her, watching the other mare with quiet interest, her posture passive and ears flicked toward Proserpine as Petrushka awaited her reply. Her head tilted curiously at the mare's question, blinking once as she pondered the kalona's question. The threat of it didn't quite phase her; she understood it for what it was, but... so? Should she be afraid? Was this mare an enemy? Petrushka had never had an enemy before -- at least, not personally. She supposed that the enemies of her previous master had been her enemies, too, and she obeyed when he commanded her to attack them, but she didn't feel any real hatred toward her victims. She had merely been fulfilling her purpose. Her master had been pleased, and that's all that really mattered to her. But he was gone, now, so what need did she have for an enemy?
Petrushka looked down at what had obviously been the mare's meal, then back up at the kalona's face with curiosity. Could she still be hungry? If she was making threats to eat her, perhaps that's what she wanted. "There is a burrow of raccoons nearby, if you are still hungry," she answered, her voice calm. "Would they be to your liking? I could show you where they are hiding or, if you wish, fetch them for you," she offered. She wondered if that would be acceptable enough -- what if the mare was full and had no need of more prey? "If you desire, I can also soothe the aches in your joints and muscles with my horn, should you be sore from your hunt. My previous master requested this of me often, and was always pleased with the results."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:57 pm
Hmmmm, interesting….
Proserpine circled the mare slowly, taking in her features. Her stance. Her everything.
Calculating.
A pitter patter of thoughts.
She listened to every single word that came out of the Kirin’s mouth. Each sentence better than the last. Showing Proserpine that she did indeed have a chance to utilize this mare for personal gain. It was just a matter of pulling the strings. Diabolus would love something like this. He was already rubbing off on her and it had barely been a few days. Well, a little over a week but who was counting. Time didn’t matter when one was having fun.
And boy was Proserpine having fun. He hadn’t called upon her yet. He would do so in his own time and at his own pace. So, until that time came, she would wait patiently and move forward her own trail of death and destruction. The lessers truly have lost the ways of being scared. And Proserpine would love to bring that back. Let them relearn the hard lessons. Let them feel the pain as she ripped their loved ones apart right in front of them. But all in due time. She could hear Diabolus and her Shadow telling her this. All in good time. Good things happen to those who wait. She hated waiting. But she had no other choice. The cards had not fallen in her favor.
Yet.
Oh the cards would. They would fall hard. Proserpine could taste it. So she continued to circle the mare quietly. Blinking slowly. Taking her in more and more. The silly mare. So innocent.
“What is your name,” Proserpine spoke again, albeit, a tad less threatening but no less dangerous than before.
She noted that she had a previous master at some point. So, where was he now? Hiding? Waiting? Had he left her because he had no more use for her? Something did not quite add up. She clucked her tongue softly in contemplative annoyance.
“And what happened to your previous master? Did he abandon you?”
And if he did abandon her Proserpine couldn’t help but ask herself as to why. Something obviously happened. Maybe he was dead. Or something else. Either way, death would be preferred. It would be much less of a hassle to pull the mare under her wing and bite. Oh the biting. Proserpine resisted the urge to take a n** at the mare and see what her blood tasted like. No, no. She must wait and see what the kirin was to say.
“Also, consider yourself lucky. I don’t feel like eating you right now. You may have proven your worth. It depends on what your next few answers are to my questions.”
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