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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 4, 2010 10:37:49 GMT 8
Why does the willow weep? What secrets does she keep? Is there a broken heart, beating beneath the bark, hidden in the dark, from the limbs that bow, arms that are empty now? As the dusk began to fall upon the land and the light beginning to diminish, a young fae tread upon the land. There was a slight breeze, whistling a soft legato song throughout the trees. The day was coming to an end; it was clear as she stared into the gray-orange sunset. Dazzling and beautiful, but sorrow filled her heart too much to care about sunsets or simpler things. The young fae continued her walk to the riverside as the light faded continuously. She stared down at her thin legs and striped hooves. Sighing, she began to walk to the river. Her journeys were long, and she needed rest.
As Simplicity stared into the crystal clear rippling water, she saw herself. She looked tired and weak. She knew that she was weaker the she looked though. Simplicity took a sip of the blue sustaining water, disturbing the reflection of herself. This sustaining liquid was what ruined her life and took away all that was close. There was no denying the obvious though. No stallion would possibly want her today. Unappealing and hateful now that her reason for living was extinguished, nobody would take her as a mate- not even a herd member.
When she looked around, she saw joy all around her. Lives were being made for mares who were more beautiful and more happy than her. Their lives were made with less anguish and grief, their tears were only those of the happy kind. Hatred was not in their minds and souls. It was battered into Simplicity. Forever, life would never be the same..
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 4, 2010 11:47:29 GMT 8
He was usually the one who cause pain and misery, who made them suffer, who made them cower at his very name. Corus, a hellion stag to be feared, a hellion that had high hopes of taking over the world, of destroying that good-good named Ashton who said he was king of the horses. Not king of the hellions though, that was Corus' position.
He was on the prowl for mares, those who would bare his children that would become half hellions and eventually continue to infect the world with his rule. They would murder, they would destroy, they would be things of monastery. And he would be their leader, their creator. Things were going almost too slow for his liking, he had imagined that all his 'slaves' and mares would be hard to deal with, but not his lead mare, he had expected better of her, and she had disappointed him greatly.
His bodice was black, bright red markings covered it, in the shapes of scars. He wore two bony wings upon his back, they were carved to be pointed at the end, they were not made for flying, but for death. He had locks of black and a neon yellow, a intriguing combination. His eyes were a dark gray, with a slit iris, and had two saber-tooth fangs with grains of diamond blended in to them. He was the perfect hellion, even standing at the insane height of 23.1 hh. He was truly a thing of dreams.
He had spotted the weak-looking fae and was making his way slowly towards her. His foot-falls were soft, and he kept quiet as he moved. He would appear when she wasn't suspecting it, and then things would move in the way they always did when he was out 'fishing'. She was so unappealing to him, he was almost disgusted by how she looked. She would always be a slave, she had the beauty of one, and soon the personality as he moved in closer.
There he was, standing right beside her. His hot bodice inches away from hers. He stood over her, his dark eyes locking on hers and then moving down to look at her bodice again. He made a grunt of distaste. "Vixen.. Would you like to come with me?" She should better come, if she didn't want to lose some blood along the way, she would come no matter what.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 4, 2010 12:11:11 GMT 8
The fae was nearly about to lay down as she listened to the sounds of the night. So happy. It was like a sarcastic chorus just singing against her. Her markings were covered with dirt and her face had patches of dirt on it, so she decided to walk away now before she embarrassed herself even more. Things were already bad enough. Just as she began to turn away, someone had began to approach her. Simplicity turned around.
The sight of this stag was overwhelming. He was so huge and evil looking. He looked as if death was written all over him. Simplicity hated to judge, but if she ever decided to go with a horse, he would not be her first choice at all. Because she was so dirty looking tonight, the intentions that he had could not be especially good. A rather nice looking mare she was when she wasn't covered in mud and exhausted, but he didn't seem to notice that at this moment. Simplicity had no trust for the hellion looking creature.
Simplicity pinned her harks at the creature once he had asked if she wanted to come with him. Baring her teeth and getting in a defensive stance, she intended to hold her own ground. She knew that she couldn't possibly be strong enough to fight this stag from the beginning. He would eventually have his way. If he didn't, he would kill her, and she knew it. "Why should I?" she replied hatefully.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 4, 2010 12:28:26 GMT 8
He shot her a smile, it was full of pity for the mare. Surely she knew of what was happening? Or maybe not. "To protect you. To protect you from the humans that are coming and capturing your kind. To protect you from the war between a few of my kind, and a few of your kind. Either way, you're coming, whether I have to force you or not."
He cocked his head, his fangs ran across her neck as he moved his head. "Don't you want to survive?" He considered giving her a foal of his, it would be easier for him as the others would not get jealous here. He shook himself, regaining his posture. He could easily sink his fangs in and drag her back to his land, after force breeding her. That was what he had done to another slave, Tiger Lilly.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 4, 2010 12:44:37 GMT 8
Simplicity saw him smile to her with a smile full of malice. She had heard nothing about humans, but she had heard of a war. The fae didn't know what side she belonged to yet. She'd have to decide what she wanted to be. If this life appealed to her, she would stay with it. As of now, being hateful and bloodthirsty wouldn't be too evil for her. Still untrustworthy, this brute was. "And what kind did you suppose that I was?" she asked, wondering if he thought she was from some nice easy life.
As he ran his fangs along her dull coat, she struck out with her front feet sharply. The blood was starting the pour out of two deep scratch marks. "I'll never come," she said suddenly, beginning to gallop in the opposite direction. She would drown in the river tonight if she had to. The young fae would never accept this quality of life.
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Post by otho on Jul 4, 2010 22:48:24 GMT 8
Jegathema
The grey stallion trotted up quietly, his slightly darker mane blowing back a bit as he moved. "Greetings fae, I am Jegathema, of the Gemdas." he said, bowing to her politely before he spotted Corus.
His ears went back for a second, his eyes filled with anger, but then he stopped, bobbed his head ever so slightly to Corus, and returned his attention the mud covered mare. His eyes flickered over her form, taking in her form as best he could.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 5, 2010 1:06:56 GMT 8
As she bolted, she heard another coming. Quickly glancing back, Simplicity saw that this stag did not have a deathly appearance unlike the malevolent stag that was behind her. Nearly about to jump into the river to escape from the madness that was before her, she heard the stallion greet her. "Hello, I be Simplicity," she said, bowing slightly, showing that she meant no harm.
She watched the grey stallion as he approached her. He seemed not like the killing type, but she couldn't tell at this moment. Simplicity was still weary from travel, and had no time for fighting. If she could get away, she would. Simplicity would wash up and come back, hopefully to get a better shot at life.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 5, 2010 8:21:59 GMT 8
Corus took one glance at Jegathema and hissed. He stamped one foot and turned, standing over him in domination. "You have no business here, colt. Leave.. While you are not bloodied and screaming for help. She is mine." Of course he might ask the mare if she was his or not, if so then things would get ugly. He moved, bumping his hot pelt in to Jegathema in a effort to move him, or push him over.
He had almost sighed at her words. I'll never come. What an idiot, Of course she would. All he needed to do was clutch her in his mouth and it was an easy move, with or without his fangs was needed, he had decided that they were needed. He took a step forwards towards her, seeing if she would flee or not again.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 5, 2010 11:09:37 GMT 8
The fae took in the terrible brute's sayings. All lies, every single one of them. "I will never be yours, you cold evil brute, " she spat. It was evident that there would be a fight coming. She wanted no parts of this. The tall Satan like beast would surely kill her. Simplicity knew not of the strength of the grey stallion. It would have to be great, for he was the leader of a herd.
As the large demonic stallion came closer, she stood her ground and pinned her ears. "Get away from me!" she hissed. The fae knew that if he did not want to leave, he wouldn't. Her cries were in vain unless this miracle that had come along would step in and help. From what she could see, it looked like he was going to.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 5, 2010 11:22:51 GMT 8
"Pathetic. Absolutely Pathetic." He hissed. He moved closer, obviously taking no notice in the mare's hatred. He smirked and then made the move to sink his fangs in to her, and lift her in to the air to carry her away to his territory. She would surely be in immediate pain. He kept one eye on the stag, surely he'd interfere but make an enemy of his, or his result could even be death. He was in a tough position, but he straightened up, smirking with glee as he heard them coming.
Sulfur trotted happily after The Grim Reaper, snapping at his heels, wanting to go over The Grim's bones, searching for meat, gnawing at them til they broke. Of course, he couldn't, as his golden eyes watched the sharp scythe he held and Corus would kill him as well, as he found out. He had already tried many times and been hurt in the midst of it, he should know better by now.. But he didn't. He was leaving paw prints behind as he walked, they were heading towards the commotion.
The Grim Reaper once again smacked the wooden part of the scythe on to Sulfur's dark head. He was growing annoyed once again. His attention was focused upon the small bottle he wore around his neck. His eye sockets watching four horses trapped within. Hades, the previous king of Inferno plains, which Corus had killed. Aria and Luna, two mares that he had just killed for fun and taken their souls as well. And then there was Quiet Whisper, she was not dead, he was just holding her for Corus as Armada, his queen, had tried to save her before.
He smirked as Hades tried to mount Aria once again, but ended up on the ground, what an idiot he was, to once have been king of the hellions, he sure was a fool. His hand reached up and shook the bottle, the four sprawled across the crystal floor and glared up at him. He laughed quietly, and turned his attention to Corus and the two others around him. "Lookie here, Corus is having some trouble." His tone was mocking, but he stopped as Corus shot him a furious look. He watched Sulfur walk slowly towards the other stag, a hungry look on his face.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 6, 2010 3:15:15 GMT 8
The fae listened as the brute called her pathetic. Starting to become fearful, she backed up slightly as he stepped forward. Now was the time of death, the final moment, she thought. It wouldn't be if she had anything to say about it. Coming out alive from this was her only concern. That might not even happen.
Sounds in the distance she heard. They were coming closer and closer, closing in on her. They had to be part of the evil stallion's alliances. There was firstly The Grim Reaper coming with a dark colored wolf. The Grim Reaper was sure to take her soul and seemed to be in alliance with the black and red stag. Around his neck was a bottle, and it seemed like there was life inside it. Perhaps the souls were inside this bottle.
The wolf that was with him one of the darker shades and possessed gold eyes. He also had a ferocious expression labeled across his features- one of hunger. Surely, he would have more respect for these bloodthirsty brutes. He was eying The Grim Reaper like he'd like to eat him too. As the brute walked over to the grey stallion, he looked more like he would like to hurt him.
Simplicity pinned her ears and bared her teeth at the dark wolf and The Grim Reaper. They would never steal her soul. She would never be in the bottle that belonged to him. She would never be the black and red stallion's mare. Ever.
The Grim didn't seem to be intimidated by this brute at all. The fae noticed this as he mocked Corus, she found at that moment to be his name. Nearly delusional, she didn't know how much longer she could keep running and trying to hold her ground.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 6, 2010 8:11:24 GMT 8
ooc : Sulfur's a wolf, lol.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 6, 2010 11:23:17 GMT 8
OOC: Oops. Edited. I looked him up under your characters, and he was under stallions. I interpreted him as a wolf at first, but I wasn't sure.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Jul 8, 2010 8:54:15 GMT 8
OOC : Waiting for Otho to post.. Maybe should PM her about it.. o.O
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Post by otho on Jul 19, 2010 5:55:28 GMT 8
Jegathema looked between them. Wolf, Grim, and Corus, thinking calmly. "Let her go, Corus. This is neither the time nor place. Alaknanda has been free of blood for a reason. Find your own kind. If she is truly pathetic then why would you want her in the first place?" he asked finally, flicking back his ears. "And although I may be smaller than you, last I heard, I was five years older. And I have much more experience than you."
He stopped, his ears pinned back, watching the hellion. A wrong move and Simplicity would more than likely die. No, now wasn't the time for a fight... He stepped beside the fae, his teeth bared at Corus.
"Take your blood lust elsewhere. To the desert. Alaknanda is not the place for blood shed, and should you cross that line, I'll quite happily fight you and rip out your filthy throat."
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