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 Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 7:48 pm
 It was the dead of night in the graveyard, littered with both humans and soquili alike. The air was chillier this eve, settling in to fall temperatures before inevitably the snow would fall. Early fallen leaves littered around the gravestones, announcing the carved names of the fallen...into the ground.
This was his domain, the single soul who the kawani had so thoughtfully named 'Deathbringer' for he only would come around when there was news of death or the dying.
It had been so long...he'd forgotten entirely what his parents had even named him.
Yet what was a name, the only name he'd ever needed to remember was his dear sister Copena Jolon. He missed her so, his beloved and beautiful sister; but he knew her dual personalities often led her astray...not to mention afraid of the very place he loved with all his heart. How could anyone hate the graveyard, it was such a warm and cozy place filled with the soft mounds of the corpses under his hooves.
The clacking of the various bones on his body echoed in the night as he peered out observing and on the lookout for anything out of place through the giant bird skull on his head. A souvenir from the largest thing he'd put in this graveyard of his, and he adored it so. The wind blew slightly, tousling his long and dual toned hair; it seemed to whisper the living slept well tonight and held no sweet scent of death. The satchel at his side produced a lovely aroma though, wet and sticky with unknown horrors seeping from its leathery confines.
It looked like it would be a quiet evening tending to his 'garden', and that was fine by him.
The last thing he wanted was for anyone to think this place wasn't well tendered.
Heading over to a fresher grave than most, he had prepared it especially for a young filly who had passed away at birth. He'd found the poor rotting dear abandoned in the forest where he had returned here with her. "Are you fairing well sweet princess of death?" He coo'ed, his dark but soothingly deep voice rang out, a twisted smile curling under that mask of his. "Don't worry, your bed will be ready soon; no need to be jealous of the others. You were a bit of a...surprise. Its not every day I get such youth in the garden." Thus it began, as he began to push more and more dirt into the halfway filled pit.
The filly would be very cozy in there, forever more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 8:15 pm
 " Lost, lost,lost. Little Lamb..no Hawk. Not lamb, lamb is meat. Sweet meat, sweet blood, mmmm...," The soft sing-song tone of a mare came almost as a response to his own words, but they made no sense. The mare that came picking her way across the loam was so out of place in the dark, damp graveyard. Her bright coat of white and gold stood out against the darkness like a beacon. Her leathery wings stretched out, then lay flat against her spine as she muttered picking her way around the graves pausing to sniff at them ever so often making a little crooning sound at the fresher ones, " Sweet, sweet, such tasty meat...I'm hungry but all rotted, all gone. Not sweet! ROTTEN!" Adour squealed wings flaring as she moved away from an older grave, baring sharp fangs as if the scent of rot was an enemy to fight. When the wind blew again it would carry the scent of old blood and oddly enough fresh clover.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 10:22 am
It wasn't long into his gardening when the stallion's ears perked to the sound of another drifting through the night. Eyes narrowed under that giant bone mask as he of course was not thrilled at the prospect of being interrupted during his most favored of activities. However, he wasn't sure the intent of the soul lingering in his graveyard; but he would find out.
His pace was swifter than usual as he weaved around the graves and mounds with a graceful ease; silent as he went as to have the upper hand in case it was in fact trouble. Once he got closer he could hear the voice was female in origin, and as he rounded one of the trees in the area he could see the near blinding femme as she snarled away at one of the graves. Brows raised for a moment he felt a headache coming on from her pelt; but none the less he gave a heaving sigh...at least she wasn't here to disturb his sanctuary; she was just crazy.
Stepping out he approached slow, before clearing his voice loudly to gain her attention. "Good Evening...I assure you the grave or its inhabitant won't hurt you; I have a strict policy on any living dead activity here." He shook his head, keeping his eyes focused on her at all times as she seemed like quite an interesting mixture of breeds. "If you're looking for live meal, you're also out of luck. All thats in here is well...expired, as you can...smell?"
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 6:36 pm
Swinging her head around to look at him when addressed, Adour crooned at him happily, the tip of her tail twitching like a cat's as she agreed, "Rotten is not good to eat. Makes one sick unlike sweets." Her voice was rather lyrical, head swaying back and forth as if listening to music. Her wings kept going in this odd cycle, first one would stretch out, fold back down then the other wing out do the same before BOTH did. It was an unconscious nervous twitch.
Suddenly her lilac eyes blinked then narrowed on him. When she spoke again, her voice had lost the sing-song tone and was more suspicious. "Who are you? How did I get here?" Looking about the graveyard her gaze softened before looking back to him. "Not that I am complaining mind you, this is a nice haven. Wouldn't have to worry so much about hiding my dinner."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:48 pm
Deathbringer watched her wings as they seemed to be in a rhythmic twitching sequence. He wondered if she was alright in her head, and would wager that perhaps she may have been even more demented than he even. While he wasn't crazy, he was sure he wasn't 'all there' as even his own family didn't have the same fanatical interests as he did. "No its not....if not solely for the maggots which find this place a delight; they might eat you inside out if you try."
When her tone switched and resumed a more suspicious approach he narrowed his own eyes only slight; while Deathbringer wasn't a stranger to protection or being on the offensive...he didn't really enjoy it the same as others did. "I am Deathbringer, the keeper of this graveyard...and you, my dear, have wandered in here as far as I am aware." Cracking a small smile under his bone mask he took a glance around as well. "It is....its my paradise. Wait....what was that?
"Your dinner?" He spoke, his tone intrigued and it was clear to tell. She was a kalona after all....although it would be more bones than anything a corpse was still a corpse and well...perhaps there would be variety in that! "Well, there is no better place than a graveyard m'dear..." He smirked, curious to what she may have to say next.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:39 pm
Adour's lip twitched faintly in amusement as he perked up at the mention of her dinner but then looking at him, she could tell he was no stranger to death. "You are a collector I take it? A bit of an artist too I see." She eyed his gear with interest, not even Aveshar who had been death on four feet took to it as this strange stallion seemed too.
"I am Adour," Her smile was just a tad to welcoming, the arch of her neck just a tad to delicate looking to be on accident. To a fellow predator it was easy to see how some might fall for the act as she looked as if she should be as pure as her coat.
When he didn't fall of it, she laughed giving a more sardonic smile, that seemed much truer than the fake little bit of pleasantry she had just been wearing, "I take it you would not have any objections to me bringing by..pieces..for your collection here?"
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