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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 12:01 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 12:31 am
Alma saw a pair of horns bobbing among the grass. She watched the horns move along and considered what they might be--a mini, or perhaps a jackalope. She eased through the grass like a snake and got close enough to see the horns. It was a mini, she looked like she was done up in war paint and she had some strange instrument with her.
"I don't think I've ever seen something more stupid," she sneered as she let out a raucous laugh. "I can't decide if you fell in a mud pit and only washed a little or if you actually meant to look like that. Can't say either option leaves you in a pretty light."
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 5:34 pm
Bracken was not simply walking among the grasslands. It was too high to see over, so it was a good deal more dangerous than walking in a field in a more populated area, where the grass was shorter. No, she wasn't just walking - she was checking. Every few steps, Bracken lifted her nose in the air to sniff the wind, to make certain that nothing was either ahead of her or behind her, depending on its direction. Without Oak to see over the sea of grass for her, she had to depend on herself, and though she was used to doing just that, not having her familiar around had become an inconvenience. She had left him at the place they had chosen to settle down until dawn, and she was supposed to be scouting the area while he tamped down the grass for their sleeping nests. Oak, as a buffalo, had bigger hooves and a lot more weight than she did, after all.
Keeping on her silent, slightly jaunty pace, Bracken pressed on into the long, soft grass. The wind shifted - and she caught a scent. Before she could verify what it was beyond either a horse or a deer or a mule, Bracken had walked into its presence, and it had begun voicing thoughts. Judgmental, harsh, and cruel thoughts. Brows furrowing, Bracken gave the creature a once over. It was an imp, of that there was no doubt; between its words and the hellish wings on its head and rump, Bracken knew. The spade tail only proved to tell her that it was an imp of mostly pure descent, and that did not make her feel any less irritated to be in the presence of such a creature. Indeed, it only served to agitate her more; how many stories had she heard of imps and their stupid sparks games lighting up forests? Whether or not those stories were simply myth didn't matter - every story had a root in the truth, did it not?
Bracken gritted her teeth. "You speak as if you don't look the same, yourself," she growled, "only you've let your mud dry on your fur. At least I have not made the mistake of wearing such a garish scarf," she added, continuing past the imp as she made her large circuit around her camp - but then she stopped. She had found someone in her scouting. What was she supposed to do now? The only solution would be to lose her, to keep her away from the camp, but how was Bracken supposed to do that when she had left such an obvious trail through the grass? It was a question she would have to figure out the answer to, and fast, because standing around and being insulted wasn't much up her alley. They would roll right off her back, of course, but it would be unpleasant nonetheless.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 6:40 pm
"So clever you are spitting back my own words at me. Can't you even think for yourself?" She was making fun of her scarf now which was both unforgiveable and absurd. Her scarf was amazing. Obviously this mare had poor taste (which had already been evident).
"What's the matter don't wanna play? This grass makes it easy to follow someone as heavy as you." She smiled wickedly, the mini had left a clear and certain path behind her. She could follow her till the end of the time through this grass sea. Alma scuffed her hoof in the dirt knocking up dust. "What's the matter, still thinking of a witty retort? Rule of thumb is if it takes longer than two breathes to say it, then you're just too slow." Alma swatted at the grass with her spaded tail laying it flat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:50 am
Sighing pointedly, Bracken shook her head at the mare who followed too closely behind her. How did this thing expect to live long in a world where almost every creature she came across would have better weapons than she? "I don't need a witty retort," she said. "I just don't feel much like bothering with such a lonely, lowly creature as you, imp." Striking out with her back leg, Bracken aimed her cloven hoof for where she was sure the imp's chest would be. A blow there wouldn't do any serious damage, except to her pride, perhaps, but it would leave a mark. "Plus," she said, turning to face the mare and lowering her antlers in a threat, "I have these, and they just about do all the talking for me." Leaning her head in closer, she tried to put the tips of her antlers up against the mare's throat.they were as sharp as the knives of some two leggers, just as she liked then, and perhaps they would frighten this hellion away. Bracken didn't have time for her, and though pulling her horns on a mini with little more than tooth and hoof to defend herself wasn't exactly honorable, Bracken was far beyond caring about honor in her life. It was something she had abandoned long ago.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:20 pm
The kick hit Alma in the chest, but she took it in stride. So it was true, if you messed with the bull you got the horns. Taking a sidestep, she struck out with her spaded tail trying to open a cut along the other mare's side. "Tired of games? That's what those weak of wit say," which was and wasn't true. But then Alma never could let a fight go, never had been able to. She just wasn't made that way.
"You think you're going to hurt me with those little thorns you call antlers? I've seen a bigger rack on foals that were just born.'
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:45 pm
Satisfaction rattled up her leg as her hoof made contact with the brat's chest. Turning with the mare, Bracken jabbed at the mare's hip; her discipline stopped her from so much as grunting as the mare's tail raised a welt on her side. "I don't play games," she said, jabbing once more before taking off, letting her pure nymph blood carry her away from the encounter and through the grass at the highest speed she could manage, jumping every once in a while over a root.
She reached her camp with Oak, over a league away, under three minutes later. "Pack it up," she told the familiar. "Found a hostile entity."
The buffalo groaned, and start fluffing up the grass again to mask where their camp had been. A few minutes later, they went in an entirely different direction from the way they had come, and Bracken put down her encounter with the imp as the product of a bad day.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:25 pm
Alma dodged the first hit, but the second made blood well up immediately as the little nymph turned tail and ran. "Yeah! That's right! Run!" She screamed after the figures retreating back. It was useless to follow someone who could run that quickly.
But the truth was that the little mare's words had hit entirely too close to home. Alma was used to being loud, showing a lot of bravado as though she didnt' have a care in the world. She didn't really, everyone she had loved was now dead. She tried to make like that somehow made her feel free or invincible, but in moment's like this, she couldn't fake the truth from herself.
She was empty. Carved out and hollow like a pumpkin on Samhain. There was nothing to say or do. It was easier to push other's buttons and feel hate or mockery than to feel the black oblivion of nothing.
"Yeah that's right, run," her voice came out a whisper. The blood welling from her puncture, making her remember she was alive. Run, Alma, Run. Because no one cares what happens to you and it's better that way.
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