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Post by `endless on Mar 29, 2013 22:51:37 GMT -5
because I shove x night. the seeping obsidian absorbs everything in its path; nothing is excluded. a time when prey must fitfully rest. a time when predators come out to play. as a rule of thumb, night is related to darkness. darkness to evil. however, there are several exclusions from this generalization. night is a relief from the heat, it soothes the sun sores. a whole other world awakens. but this was not an exclusion. the wisps left behind this creature were indeed malignant, bitter even to the wind. evil? that is perhaps an overstatement. but everything dark epitomizes. it tears. it will seek revenge. it will seek justice. this particular it happens to be a her.
xx don't run for cover, or prepare yourself for the worst... though it wouldn't hurt. perhaps my descriptive entry is tightening your gut? automatically shifting your mind to show this banshee she is nothing compared to you. think as you will, she could really care less. but please, let's play nice. if you can't say something pleasant, everyone would really rather you just keep your trap shut.
xxx the dual toned fatale came slowly, almost hesitantly. for one, she really didn't care. it was dark - she could be sleeping. secondly, whatever commotion was going on over the hill hardly raised any interest. but it was something to pass the time. heck, if equines started up a glee club over there she would never catch a wink of sleep anyway. at least this way she could shoo away the nuisances. and so her dark silhouette crested the top slowly, but with her extreme height came sooner than most. as soon as eyes were brought into focus, it was seen that there were some bucks sparring over the last does of the season. the clanking of the horns were quite the ruckus. however, she had no desire to break them up. if they wanted to fight until they dropped, then so be it.
xxxx xanthipphe lowered cranium to pluck a few stalks from the earth, though with little interest. she meandered slowly for her lack of caring about consequences. not that she was snobby or standoffish; rather the opposite. this one was a firm believer in earning respect. but she grazed on what she could between the tall trees; the moonlight reflecting oddly off the two-toned hide.
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Post by Skye-Blue. on Mar 29, 2013 23:13:21 GMT -5
Strays rays of moonlight illuminated the forest haphazardly, casting seemingly random patches of light and dark across his scarred roan coat. He strode confidently between the densely packed tree trunks, his hoofbeats muffled by the thick layer of leaf matter of the forest floor. War Bonnet knew it was not likely that he was to come upon anyone here, and that he should probably bed down for the night and search for soldiers and amres in the morning. But, he was not one to just idly sit by and watch as the world revolved without him.
The mustang cross's notrils blew wide in a soft snort as a new smell reached him; that of a mare. A smirk spread across his ruggedly handsome face and his hooves turned int he direction the scent was floating from, the top of a hill. The sound of sparring male deer reaches his ears and his black tail flicked against his sides as he ascended the small hill. "Hello, miss." he toned, nodding his head politely to the tall mare as he came upon her.
Her pelt was uniquely painted, that was for sure. And she was tall, especially for a female, evne taller than himself, and not many stallions could match him in height. "Isnt it a lovely night out tonight? The stars shine brightly, Luna looks down upon us from her high throne in the sky." War continued, nodding to himself as he looked up at the moon thoughtfully.
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Post by `endless on Mar 29, 2013 23:30:25 GMT -5
x the notorious hermit flicked a lobe as the rustling of leaves underfoot revealed that a stranger approached. from the smell of things, it was a stallion too. he sure strode up like he owned the place. that only meant one of two things; he was confident enough in his abilities to tackle anything he may happen upon, or he was an arrogant brute who thought all should fold under his will. if he thought she'd be as easily trampled as the leaves he crushed, he had another thing coming. for all her massive silhouette, she moved like a cat. she'd lived through more hard-ships and trials than near any mare living, and surely more than the locals. the scent of this new realm hadn't even settled on her painted canvas, which was only disrupted by innumerable scars.
xx good lord. not only did he walk like he owned the place, he sure had a well-oiled tongue. hmm. Hypnose wasn't exactly a conversationalist. however, no judgement would pass. the banshee was a lot of things, but rude was not one of them. she knew she came across as some quiet femme; but a passive weakling? only one was a trait of hers, and whatever poor soul guessed wrong would be quickly reassured that those hooves and teeth of hers had dangerous accuracy. and so wasn't afraid to pull the trigger.
xxx this beast was odd though. he was taller than many equines she'd encountered, but she still stood a few inches above him. but that coat of his was decorated in as many scars as hers was, if not more. was he some weakling that was used as practice? no, the confidence bellied that hypothesis. he intrigued her for the moment, though facade remained as unreadable as ever.
Aren't you just the eloquent male.
[/i] xxxx long banner flicked against hide, ooids being almost scrutinizing of the stallion. he was an odd one, and for the moment he held her attention. or was this all some sort of ploy? eh, the beast was barking up the wrong tree if that was the case. anyway, she reminded herself that he had given her a greeting. and as mentioned before, she wasn't known for being outright rude. Salutations to yourself as well[/i] [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Skye-Blue. on Mar 30, 2013 19:34:58 GMT -5
It was clear by her tone and her words that she wasnt exactly impressed with him, though that could easily change. The bay roan stud pricked his ears forward with a smile, deciding to ignore her first sentence. "May I inquire after your name? Mine is War Bonnet, though many call me War." he said, nodding his head to the multicolored mare politely. The mustang cross shifted on his hooves, eyes traveling to where the bucks stood, watching the two other creatures with suspicious eyes. It seemed their presence had stopped their sparring session, or at least for the moment. War turned his burgundy gaze back to the female, wondering if she'd decide to play nice and give him her name or if he was wasting his time. It wasnt above him to force her to come along with him, though this mare gaze off a certain vibe. One of underlying strength, perhaps. It intruiged him, it really did.
(sorry its so short >_<)
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Post by `endless on Mar 31, 2013 18:26:21 GMT -5
x thorns rotated slightly as the vagabond's words came. xanthipphe remained perfectly motionless 'cept for the constant breathing. the few seconds that passed seemed like decades, for during this time she stared. at this war bonnet. judging? breaking down? admiring? studying? not even she knew. her mind told her to stare and so she stared. but it was only for a few precious seconds, and then azul ooids blinked. bright pink tongue went over lips, to moisten them again for speaking. it had been some time since her last conversation.
Hypnose
[/i] xx yes, not very much to make a conversation. but she had continued it; let him keep it going if he so wished. he had given his calling and so she returned the favor. she wasn't one of those females who demanded another 'earn' her name. it was just a name, everybody had one; there was nothing special about hers. [/color] occ // yours is fine. mine is bleeegh >.<[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Skye-Blue. on Apr 11, 2013 17:38:22 GMT -5
For a long while the large painted mare did not speak, simply just looked at him, and he looked back. She was obviously a strong mare, nothing to shake a stick at, and was fairly easy on the eyes. The bay roan stallion shifted to a far more comfortable position on his hooves, though still at alert, ears slightly perked. "Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Hypnose." War Bonnet replied, smiling at the mare grandly.
At least she wasn't fighting his presence, though she wasn't exactly obviously fond of it, either. Perhaps she was 'on the fence', so to speak? Well, then, by all means, bring on the mudslinging. Maybe he could sway her opinion of him? "Itsn't it a tad late for a mare such as yourself to be out- alone? Certainly you have a herd to be co-leading." War exclaimed, voice msueful yet sure that she was a someone, even lead mare material. Some said that flattery would get you nowhere, but he knew -for a fact- that it did. And, if done long enough, it could soften even the mopst callous of mares.
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