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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:30 am
 Talon was new to these lands. When Barb had sent for her, she had been in the throws of a passionate love affair with a stallion who claimed to be of one of the Six. Talon immediately went all in wanting to gain the power and knowledge this stallion claimed to have. When Talon left, there wasn't much of the stallion left when he admitted the truth of knowing nothing.
She huffed a little shaking her head to clear her view, her hair blocking most of her face. She considered herself an enigma and loved it. Her fur was one of her greatest weapons in attraction and defense. It was something that she was quite proud of. Her tail flicked behind her as it trailed close to the ground. If one were to look close enough, it was actually cutting parts of the vegetation she walked upon. It was a wonder how the stallion and her managed to do anything intimate anymore.
Talon sighed a little wishing her brother would join her soon. Then of course there would be Fang to wait on and then the whole gang would be here. It was an exciting sort of thing to want to take over the world, but the four of them couldn't do it alone. 'Twas why Talon was out and about trying to find someone to question about these lands or a good battle strategy. Being the tactician of the group, she needed to constantly keep her wits about her.
If only she could find a creature of war...
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:55 pm
 Ruin continued his journey across the island, as usual, looking for one of three things. Either something that seemed valuable enough to destroy, a life that needed to be ruined, or a pretty filly who would continue his somewhat long line of heirs. It was his hope that he could consummate a child that would follow closely to his example. A son, preferably, or daughter that he could educate in the ways of destruction and the art of war. Ruin was in no way able to trust anyone besides his Master or an obedient blood line. And seeing how he was summoned to this rotting pit with no sign of the Horseman himself, it was to be that Ruin would desire that one thing in the world that he alone could trust and have full faith a confidence in. Loyalty above all else was what he desired. Alas it seemed that Paimon would not be that son, though there was the potential. And Chaos...well she had ran off somewhere unbeknownst to him. No matter.
Eventually, if he tried long enough, Ruin believed he would be able to sire at least one stallion that would make him proud. For now, however, Ruin's attention was taken by a creature coming from the opposite direction that he was bound to cross paths with. A black and white Azrein that appeared to be travelling with the same intent: Destruction. The way she carried herself made it appear as if that was her goal. Ruin trotted up to meet her quietly, allowing her to make the first impression.
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:17 pm
Talon had indeed been making a leisurely pace when the flaming, armored stallion came closer. She took in a good look at his eyes and armor wondering what sort of creature he may be. She was about to take on defensive measures when she realized that maybe this stallion was what she was looking for. As her mother always said, you caught more prey with honey than bitter berries. Talon made sure to smooth out her features and took in a breath as he came closer, her violet eyes studying him more. Indeed he was a fine specimen with a large muscular features. The flaming runes on his body as well as the armor made him seem like more of a pet than a master of his own devices. But pets could always be lured and trained by someone else when the master was out...
Talon cleared her throat as she allowed him to come closer, her body turned to reveal the more alluring parts of her frame. "Stallion, what path do you hail? One of the lovers and sympathizers or that of the true beasts that knows well?" Her head tilted watching him carefully, bangs brushing against her face though her eyes appeared ever hauntingly watchful all the time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:23 pm
Ruin looked the other horse over as she made her acquaintance. The posture she took and the way she spoke to him suggested that she had been around the block a few times and knew how to handle herself. The perfect mare in his eyes. He half listened to the question she asked, more concerned about why her tail seemed to be very sharp as well as....enticing. He took a strong stance and shifted the weight of his saddle to the middle of his back as he spoke. "I follow the path I create for myself. No others force my hand, save for the Rider." Ruin looked the mare in her eyes. They were a light purple, and very persuasive looking. His own sat unmoving, ruby colored and burning with the same intensity of his hooves. The runes that sat at his flank and neck were dim for now, but still noticeable. Comparatively speaking the two, Ruin thought, were very descriptive outwardly of their personalities. And judging by the way her hair appeared to be slicing the blades of grass at her hooves, he would have to be cautious.
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 7:26 pm
Talon eyed him slowly as she took in his posture, tail flicking a little cutting more of the vegetation as it waved slowly. She took a step slowly toward him watching how he handled himself. "Saddle seems kinda uncomfy..." Talon purred, eyes still watching his unmoving, beautiful, bloodied orbs. They were so enticing it made her fur bristle on end. "So the Rider...is he the one who holds your chains? For someone who wants to follow his own path, you seem to still hold true to your Master." Her voice seemed like silk as she tilted her head up watching him closely from behind her bangs, ears flicking forward in interest. He seemed so sure of his destiny, and yet held an honor to his 'Rider'. Talon would love to meet such a two-legger that interested him so. "I am Talon. What does your Rider call you, stallion?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 5:08 pm
Ruin turned his head to follow her eyes, trying to distract himself from her body. Which, in all aspects of his profession, seemed to be the most careless thing he could do. However he was very attuned to the body language of others whether it be interrogation or combat. Especially in combat situations. He could mimic her movements through eye contact alone. The smallest flicker would indicate her intentions. Yet he saw none he recognized as threatening. Which was threatening to him. He felt as if she wanted him to watch her. Ruin couldn't decide whether it was a seduction tactic or pure interest. Forgetting his hidden paranoia for a minute, he obliged to her question. "Ruin. That is what I have been called for as far back as I can remember. Which unfortunately isn't far." Talon. It seemed to be such an appropriate name for her. "And my armor keeps me strong as well as protected." He swished his tail a split second before it met hers; which reminded him that she was dangerously...and perfectly..close.
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:10 pm
The mare was pleased that he was paying attention to her. All the more fun to play around. Her ears flicked forward as her body suddenly relaxed, the grass no longer being cut by her tail. It seemed as though her fur was more of a reaction to her surroundings than what it naturally did. If the stallion were to get closer, he'd find that it was scratchy all the while but no longer would cut into anything it came in contact with. "Ruin? Ah I see. Since you have barely had your start, you still cannot write your own beginning. You must have your Rider do it for you." Her eyes watched over him a little as she strolled around him one more time. The mare laughed coming to a stop close to him, her head tilted up to look into his eyes, nose a few inches away standing right in front of him - even closer than before - as she felt his breath on her. "Ha. Is that what they call it now a days? Armor? I suppose we all need to have our fantasies." The mare chuckled turning so that she was underneath his head, her own turned to look at him as her fur brushed a little against his body not harming him in the slightest. "Tell me, Ruin, what do you do since your Rider is obviously not here."
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