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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:17 pm
This rp is between Tezcacoatl Tanis (Bardess Ookami) & Obsidian Spector (Divena & DivenasMom)  It was one of her lucid moments. Those came so rarely, but when they did, Obsidian often found herself thinking of her family. Not her mother, with the mare’s god complex, or her father with his homicidal tendencies. No, she thought about her sisters, wondering how they were faring. In her lucid moments, she realized that none of them ever really had a chance. Not with the parents they’d had. They were lucky to even survive childhood! Obsidian couldn’t count how many times her mother had tried to bury her alive. What a disappointment she must have been to Mary. The edges of her consciousness were starting to blur. The lucidity was fading. She could feel a crazy giggle bubbling up. But she stamped down on it. She knew her sister was somewhere around her. She wanted to touch base, to see if Tez was doing any better than her. Or to commiserate if she wasn’t. Honestly, Obsidian wasn’t certain which way she was hoping for as far as that was concerned. She just had to hold on to lucidity for a little longer.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:30 pm
 Tez was wandering, unaware of her sister's proximity. She knew she was hungry, she knew she was angry... but neither of these were atypical for her. She spotted a squirrel. Not much meat on that, but she would make due. She watched it a moment before springing at it, chasing it into a corner formed by tall smooth rocks. She clocked it with her hoof, not enough to kill it, but enough to stun the bugger. She backed off and let it stumble away, and as soon as it was enough away from the rocks.. she threw herself down and rolled. She heard it scream as the glass she lived with pierced it's furry hide. Satisfied it was dead, she rolled to her feet and shook, until she flung the corpse free. Usually it would hit a tree, and the skull would burst open like a nut. This time, however, it arced towards another Soquili, one that looked... vaguely familiar.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 3:39 pm
Something came flying toward her out of nowhere. She ducked quickly to avoid it, growling softly more to herself than as a threat to anyone. A moment later, she realized that she had been attacked by a bloody… squirrel? What the heck? She frowned and nudged it with a foot. Had she done that? She couldn’t remember doing it, but then again she didn’t always remember what happened between her moments of lucidity.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:10 pm
She made her way to the other Soq, considering the best approach. She wanted to be blunt, wanted to come right out and say "that's mine, give it back," but she didn't do that. That wouldn't be playing the game, would it? And what was the point, if she didn't play the game, if she didn't run the game. No... no, she had to do this properly. "If you wish the prize, you must pay the price," she crooned at the other. She did not yet know what the price would be, but she would think of something, she was sure. And if the other just left, she would not need to.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 3:51 pm
"Prize?" she repeated, looking to the speaker. She blinked as she recognized her sister. "Tez?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:44 pm
"Guessing my name is not the contest, it is not what we shall play," she said in a croon to hide that she was shaken. Who was this other, and how did she know her, know her name? She didn't have the answers, and that made her immediately distrustful, defensive. Play the game, she reminded herself. Put on a good face, or rather put on her most vicious face and win. "What?" she crooned, "Don't want to pay the piper? Then don't dance to his tune. Play the game, or leave, the choice is yours, little girl," she said in a singsong that was eerily like Their mother's, like Mary's, but Tez didn't know that. She didn't know that Mary was her mother, didn't know this was her sister, and didn't know that the specter who had haunted her all her life used that same sing song croon on her...before burying her basket in a deep grave.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:56 pm
Obsidian tilted her head. She could feel her sanity slipping away and fought to hold onto it. But the idea of a game, and that singing croon… her sanity didn’t stand a chance. It faded away, escaping into the darkness where it went to relax or do… whatever it was it did when it took a vacation. And in its place, Sid came out to play. She grinned at the mare in front of her, whom she only distantly and vaguely recalled was something to her. Some relation that she didn’t care about right then. That wasn’t important. What was important was that there was a game to be played! “Games and rules, rules and games,” she purred, watching the mare out of eyeless sockets. She giggled, a sound more than a little hysterical. “Rules are made to be broken, broken, broken…”
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:17 pm
"Break the rules and pay the price," she crooned. "Break the rules and I wont be nice." She sauntered towards the other mare, shifting her tail, this way and that, letting it swish against her flanks playfully, her eyes boring into the empty sockets of the other. "Shall we play my game?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 6:58 pm
“Play the piper, pay the piper, pay the price,” Obsidian crooned back, mimicking the other mare’s tone, unconsciously. Games were fun, even when you didn’t know the rules. In fact, Sid rarely knew the rules of any games she played, especially the ones she made up, and this sounded like a game that was made up. “Price the piper. Rules and gruels. Let’s play, sharpy sharp sharper. Play the piper, pay the piper, price the piper. Where’s the piper? Who’s the piper? I’m the piper? You’re the piper? Piper, sniper, cipher… What’s the game? Run and hide? Snipe and swipe? Bite and tangle? First to bleed, first to seed, first to die?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:30 am
"I think someone has already played their own sick little games with you, little mare," she crooned. "I am almost sorry I didn't get to it first, you must have been so much...fun....to break. Who shattered your mind little girl, what games did you loose to loose everything as you have. Did you gamble away your eyes to try and regain your sanity, or did you loose them in the other order?" She leaned forward menacingly to whisper in the ear of the other. "Run away weak mare, run away, because you can't survive my games. You're already broken." She backed off, smirking. The small meat on the squirrel no longer mattered, had never mattered, not really. It had been the principle of the thing, she couldn't let herself loose. And she hadn't lost. Seeing this other mare, no... no one would see them and think that Tez had come off the worst. She had won over the other in the biggest game of them all, the one that mattered most. Survival.
"If you want to play a game, I would suggest playing tag with a skinwalker," she said, well aware of how cruel she was being. But then, she had never claimed that the glass in her back was the only cutting aspect to her personality. "I would," she repeated with a vicious smile, "but then, it seems as if you already had. Maybe you should try simpler safer little games, anyone with half a brain could win I Spy, maybe you should try tha... oh, right," she said mockingly. "No eyes."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:37 am
The words rushed over Sid, not quite sinking in. Her mind had already spiraled away from the game and the other mare. Something in the distance caught her attention and, having completely forgotten her purpose and the other mare, she turned and wandered toward an unseen wisp.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 8:40 am
Tez stared after her in disbelief then scooped up the squirrel. When she was done eating it, the dead thing would still have more brains than the weirdo mare. Good riddance. Who could play a game with.... that?!
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