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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:23 pm
This is a Private RolePlay between Abaddon and Lockes.  
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:43 pm
Cold golden eyes looked at the dead carcass beneath his talons; how long had he kept the sniveling creature alive? It was weeks of constant whisperings, of twisting of desires, as the Walker slowly caused the creature to lose its mind. The strong ones were the most fun; they tended to last the longest and kept him entertained. As soon as he grew bored with his toy, he would dispose of them in the most entertaining fashion, as was his right, for they were his possessions were they not?
Now that this play thing no longer held any entertainment value, it was time to find another, perhaps one who had darkness within them. They usually succumbed to the madness faster but their twisted natures made it for an entertaining show, they would lash out in hopes of survival, sometimes he even allowed them to have a spark of hope, for seeing the despair in their eyes when he crushes it was oh so delicious.
Abaddon looked at the corpse, it would not be good to have it where the new play thing could see it, for it could cause unforeseen problems and the Owl Walker did not like unforeseen problems. Quickly he made it look like a bear had attacked the body and left it to rot; with a wicked smile he set out in search for his new prey.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 11:55 pm
Lockes
The walker's kill had not been the first of that day. That privilege had gone to a cream colored mare with a perfectly curled, golden mane. She was devoid of any uncleanliness, save for a smattering of blood that coated her legs and muzzle. Upon her back were three heads of bears, long since deceased, yet fresh as the day they were first killed. It were almost as though they were a part of the mare's spine. What an eerie thought...
Clenched in her teeth was a long blade that glistened with speckled blood that still dripped with the blood of her most recent victim. It had been a brute of a stallion who had simply no care for his personal hygiene. Lockes simply couldn't stand to see such imperfection and was so thrown into a rage that she was unable to control her actions further. It was only now that she looked down upon the deceased Cerynei stallion, who's yellow and blue coat was tarnished with his own blood.
The blade in the mare's mouth trembled and it wasn't long before the mare was fleeing the scene.
Lockes, you foolish mare! You should have turned a blind eye, you monster! You horrible, vile creature! So filled with self-loathing was she that she soon collasped under a tall pine tree. She turned her head halfway to stab her blade into one of the bears' heads in her back and then she spat onto the ground, tasting blood in her mouth. She would remain there for a while, shouting self-hate at herself and quaking in horror, completely oblivious to the real monster that was lurking nearby...
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 3:38 pm
The metallic aroma of blood filled the air, it lured him in curiosity warring with his hunger to devour and destroy. The kill had happened about two hours before and the cerynei’s body had begun the first stages of rigor mortis, “What sort of creature slashed at you with such brutality? I must have them for my collection. Oh the fun we would have.” Abaddon looked down at the mutilated body; the rusted color of blood covered the blue and yellow coat of the deceased stallion. The Walker’s senses went on high alert, as he scanned the forest around him, a trail of hoof prints leaf off to the right. On silent talons he fallowed, stalking his prey.
It was not hard to find his new toy, she had called to him, begged him to find her with her screaming and berating of herself. Oh how he would use that hatred and fear of the monster within to break the mare. He watched from the shadows, studying his delicious new play thing, his eyes watched the glittering blood stained blade and knew that he needed to be wary that his quarry had bite. But that is what made it all the more interesting.
He stepped from the shadows, his voice was quiet and alluring, “My my what a twisted little monster, with a dark soul and a dark heart, slashing at innocents and painting the world red.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 11:44 am
Lockes
Lockes had begun to quiet and calm when suddenly a voice called to her. It was not her own, but it hit very close to home and she ducked her head shame. She wanted to deny such thoughts, to banish it from her mind. She wanted to tell it she was no monster, but at this point, which so many dead, could she really fight her obvious nature? But, something the voice said as it drew near repelled her.
"Monster, I am, but those I killed were hardly innocent." Was that really true? Was a dirty coat so much of a crime against the world? Surely, she thought, it must be. For what reason should another live for, if not to be beautiful? It was a question which had often come into her mind, but she found no answer.
She looked up with defiance to the shadows, only to find the creature stepping out of it to be more fearsome than she could ever imagine. Eyes aplenty glared down upon her and she found her words stuck on her throat as she shrunk back in horror. If she was a monster, than what in the world was this creature before her?
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