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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 2:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 3:58 pm
 It was this gnawing hunger that was never sated, even when she had eaten something small. She hadn't actually killed another yet and was hoping to never have too, but for some reason whenever she got around those weaker breeds than herself she just felt this urge to hunt them, to rip them open and feast on them. It was a thought she relished and at the same time despised. The Unicorn in her was against it and tried its best to fight against the Kalona genetics but so far it wasn't winning. She had been able to find another dead animal earlier in the day and had eaten what was salvageable off of it, but she was wanting warm and fresh and bloody.
Part of her was disgusted at the thought and revolted at the images in her mind but then the other half was relishing it, living in every living detail of the image. Her gaze shifted for a moment as she gazed about, perhaps there was someone in the area she could focus her attention on. As long as it wasn't a mini or a flutter.. That would just elevate the situation she was currently having and was not something she wanted to have to deal with. So far she hadn't attacked anyone, but she had come close a few times in her mind. She was just fortunate enough to fight it back before she did something part of her would regret.
She spread her gold wings and it felt glorious to stretch them. She hadn't flown in a day or so because she just wanted to walk for some reason. But now she was getting the urge to actually go do something, fly somewhere and do something incredible. Good or bad who was to say. She relaxed them against her body and swiveled her ears slightly. Was someone else around? She turned her head, looking around, trying to see who the creator of the sound might be. She did however give a slight toothy grin, whoever it was would be in for a surprise when they ran into her. Depending on who came into view. She decided what whomever it was would be in for a real treat when they met her. She really was hoping it wasn't one of those weaker breeds because they always got her blood pumping and she wasn't in the mood to play the two sided internal battle of good versus wrong. Though was it really wrong? It's part of her makeup, who she was. But to the unicorn it was the most vile thing she could ever do. It made her ever wonder how she came to be as she knew neither of her parents. Maybe it was a rather rouge encounter for the pair? Like if it was her mother who was Kalona? Perhaps she killed the father after, like a mantis did? Or if it was the other way around? Though... She wasn't sure how that would work. She shook her head clean of the thoughts and looked around. 'come out, come out wherever you are.' She hummed in her head.
WC: 523
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 3:57 pm
“I wonder,” Jagger whispered more to himself than the kicking fawn under his hoof. It was clear from his expression and his body language that his mind was occupied by something other than the need to kill. Was he even that hungry at the moment? He did not know, nor did he really care at the moment. Winter may be on its last leg, but it was still important to kill when one could because one could not be sure when another meal would come along. At least that was what the stallion told himself whenever he was bored and the opportunity of fun came along.
“Do you believe my life would be vastly different had I not listened to the blood song? I mean, I passed as a kind kalona for so long, believing I could resist temptations. Funny,” It was then that his glowing gaze returned to the thrashing fawn. “To think I believed I could be as pure as something like yourself, like my brothers….my mother. I must have been so naïve back then. Oh well, too late now, right? Best to make the best of my life now, or so I tell myself.”
With a quick shift in force and weight the fawn’s life vanished with a loud snap of the neck.
Should he eat now? Perhaps he could just find a place to stash the kill for later. Or perhaps he could use the kill to attract some more entertaining prey to kill. Oh the possibili-
“…”
Jagger’s ears quickly flattened at the sound of something, someone, approaching. From the sound of the movement it was clear it was no rabbit or fox. No. Possibly a doe? No it held more weight.
“The hell are you?” he asked when a mass of brown and, was that a purple horn, filled his sight. "Come looking for handouts or trouble?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 4:11 pm
The sound of another voice cut through the air and she quickly spotted the stallion and her gaze focused on first his wings, then the prey beneath his hoof. His skinless wings were what drew her the most attention, that and his glowing eyes. The third thing that stole her attention from his was the dead fawn beneath his hoof. Part of her screamed at him to help save it, even though it was impossible as it was already dead. The other part told her to fight him for it and steal it from him. Then there was a part that was somewhere in between that proposed they could possibly share?
She gave a small scoff at his words. "The hell am I? Should be the hell are you with wings like that." She snorted in retort to his words. At least she had proper wings, b*****d. "Please, if I wanted handouts I'd go for something much better than a fawn." She gave a wicked grin at her next words though. "Trouble on the other hand..." Her voice trailed off as she looked him over for a moment. He was a large stallion, but she could take him if it came down to a fight. "What kind of trouble are we talking about?" She paused a few hoof breaths away and gazed at him with a mischievous sort of grin on her face.
"Oh and to answer your earlier question, I'm Sylvanna." She said simply as she felt every fiber of her being fighting the urge to want fight him and try to help him all at once. Why did she have to be mixed with too different creatures. One made for killing, the other for healing. Seriously how much more screwed up could she be right now? Either way, she was managing her unique situation and had it under control for the most part. Though, things always tended to hit a rough patch. Like right now for example.
My oh my did that fawn look tasty. She felt her gaze drawn to it for a moment but she returned it to the stallion as she eyed him up carefully. She was well aware that he might not be able to fly, but he could still kill her if he wanted. At least if he got the upper hoof on her. But she was a decent enough distance away she could react if he charged her. Plus she had a nice pointy horn that would connect with him before he ever connected with her. She'd taken a few eyes out with it before, much against the unicorn in hers wishes. But that was life. Be the butcher or the cattle and she wasn't going to be cattle.
WC: 457
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 4:45 pm
Jagger paid little mind as the mare took a moment to look him over. He knew quite well that his appearance was different, though he did not stand out like some others who roamed the lands. Now those Soquili, with their trees, and tentacles and God knows what else, they were a sight to see. He was actually thankful he was not as different as them. At least his differences were manageable and didn’t get in the way of his everyday life. But those thoughts would have to continue later as the mare’s voice broke the silence.
Someone sure did have a mouth and attitude on her. Maybe the bright horn was a sign of that obnoxious attitude.
“My wings may not be able to aid me in flight, mare, but I assure you they can be used for other purposes. Perhaps slapping that mouth of yours, if you would be as so kind as to allow me to do so? Or would such a “violent” action be too much for your fragile unicorn body and soul to handle? I mean, I would not want to do something to offend your…peaceful ways, or break some kind of rule of your kind. You know,”
Jagger simply smiled as he removed his hoof from the fawn, “Why don’t I just leave your holy presence, huh? I am sure you think yourself much too perfect and clean to be around a killer like myself, hm? Plus, I’m sure the sight of a fresh kill just upsets that stomach of yours, no? I’ll just take my meal elsewhere…b***h. Oh, I mean, your Holy b***h, Sylvanna.”
Quickly, Jagger picked his kill up by the neck and started to walk off, but not before pausing and giving a rather sarcastic bow. He knew well enough, from his own experience, and her general attitude, that the mare was not a stereotypical unicorn. Not with her clear hybrid heritage anyway. But he was curious to see which bloodline screamed the loudest within her; that is if she chose to follow after him anyway.
How patient and forgiving was a unicorn anyway?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 5:19 pm
Ririka just doing a little bump quote. Not sure if you're feeling museful or not. <3 Going through and tracking down RPs
When he started going on she kinda let his voice drown out. Oh please, she had never came across as some holier than thou-... What did he just call me? Her gaze narrowed slightly and she glared at him as she realized what he had said. Did he just call her a b***h? And he was NOT walking away from her. That was not happening. With a growl she followed him. "Excuse me, but your choice of lunch does not churn my stomach or make my mouth sour." She said rather crassly as she came up beside him and then in front of him to block his path. "Please, eat your meal before me. If anything it'll make me want to fight you for it. But I have enough control to go do my own hunting then fight someone else over some measly fawn." She said glaring at him still. "What's your name anyway?"
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