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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 23, 2007 12:20:01 GMT -5
She moved gracefully into the land, her long and graceful dark legs moving powerfully beneath her body, her hooves delicately striking the ground with a resounding ring. Her head was raised high, with an air if pride about it, and her deep brown eyes darted back and forth... back and forth, scanning the lands for a slightest movement.
She was alone. Alone as she always had been. Stags had followed her like dogs through all her years, and she had always smiled cruelly down upon them and spoken one word through an ice-laden tongue. No. She did not expect this time to be any different, because she knew that no stag would ever meet her high expectations. |
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Post by i!shadow!i on Nov 23, 2007 18:35:33 GMT -5
Diablo cantered in. He shook his mane free of frost and let his daggers run smoothly along the snow. He perked his ears forwards and let his tail hang out form behind his dappled body. His black muzzle opened as he let out a small whinny to the mare. He stopped not to far in front of her, and said, "Greetings."
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 24, 2007 11:22:36 GMT -5
Bending her neck to scrutinize the newcomer, she took a step backwards. He was A tall gray stallion, his coat dappled with what looked like dapples of snow melting on his gray form. She smiled at him, a cold, unfeeling smile. Cordial, but cold.
Greetings.
She repeated, her tongue laden with the same ice that hung in icicles from the trees and stood, a slippery hazard where water used to be. She flicked her tail slightly, bored. He didn't seem very impressive yet, not at all. If this stag wanted to win Desire's heart, he would have to do something drastic. |
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Nov 24, 2007 20:59:49 GMT -5
Numaric Light pranced in, his flowing mane and tail whipped in the breeze. Hi he said to the pretty mare. How are you today?
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 25, 2007 11:15:28 GMT -5
Desire smirked. So they were all going t come running after her with wide open mouths, just drooling to touch her. How fun. Raising her head slightly, she took on her previous air of pride and gazed down at the two stags through an ice-cold expression. And then the new stag spoke. How was she today... she was excited. Excited to say the word that would send them home without a backward glance. And yet today, for some reason, that excitement didn't come so readily. What had changed?
I shall tell you that if I feel the need.
She was all ice, pure ice. Black ice... yes, that should be her name, although Dark Desire fit too, because that's what she is. Dark Desire.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Nov 25, 2007 16:41:29 GMT -5
Diablo became annoyed with the other stallion, but he ignored him. Besides, the other stallion was smaller, and would not be able to defeat Diablo in battle. He turned back to the mare, and noticed how she liked to keep to herself. Diablo thought for a second, and hoped that if he got the mare, she would like his mares. "I am Diablo," he said kindly. He flicked his ears to the mare for her words.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Nov 25, 2007 17:35:49 GMT -5
Numaric Light noticed that Diablo didn't particularly like him. He snorted and tossed his mane then watched it cascade onto his shoulders.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Nov 25, 2007 18:07:42 GMT -5
Diablo watched the stallion watch his own mane fall. He snorted and turned back to the mare.
((Sorry, no muse))
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 26, 2007 19:49:49 GMT -5
Desire rolled her eyes slightly upward, watching the smaller stag tossing his mane. Sure, he might be good looking, but she didn't like vain stags... the only vainness she liked was in herself, because that, she couldn't help. Smirking, Desire too, tossed her mane, raising her head proudly and letting her midnight black tresses cascade elegantly down her mane.
Turing her attention to the first stallion's words, Desire watched him. At least he'd gotten right to the point, telling her what she wanted to know. The other one was probably just being polite, which she couldn't blame him for, but manners didn't much matter to her.
I see... Diablo.
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Post by Thanos on Nov 26, 2007 21:29:21 GMT -5
Flying hooves and scared pelt,
A viscous past to behold,
Nothing to stop him in his quest,
To rule the seen and control the told.
The pounding of hooves anounced his arrival. The black pelt shining against the snowy landscape. Wicked eyes looked towards the mare. Beautiful she was, and his he would make her. He halted infront of her, spraying snow on the other stag and laughing coldly at him. Then he turned his attention to the matter at hand.
Hello. My name is Apollo. And you will come with me to my terra of the Desert.
his words held no remorse, he did not care for mares, they meant nothing to him. He had barely listened to her answer as he took a menacing step towards her.
Battling is his pleasure,
Blood stained hooves warn others,
Who dare come across his bloody path,
For he does not care for their dieing screams.
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 27, 2007 21:14:31 GMT -5
Glancing up at the newcomer, Desire's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't lose her cold composure, not quite yet. Yes, he was handsome and he wasn't a suck-up like the others, but she didn't know yet. Desire wasn't one of those idiots who believed in the myth called 'True Love'.
You hardly know me, brute.
She scoffed, her lyrics colder than the snow which blanketed the ground, ice crystals dripping from her tongue.
And if you care to attempt taking me by force, be warned I am not so weak as I may appear to those such as yourself.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Nov 28, 2007 6:55:03 GMT -5
Diablo had heard of this new stallion that came in. He was worse than Darkwing, and was quick with his mares.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Nov 28, 2007 16:37:22 GMT -5
Numaric Light noticed the tall stallion walk in. He tried to trot away from him yet keep and eye an the mare. He hoped that she wouldn't think that he is vain. The truth was that he is not at all. He thinks about the mares first, then himself.
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Post by Thanos on Nov 28, 2007 18:38:14 GMT -5
Flying hooves and scared pelt,
A viscous past to behold,
Nothing to stop him in his quest,
To rule the seen and control the told.
He laughed coldly. He liked her attidude, not often you met a mare such as her. He noticed one of the stallions move away slightly while keeping his eyes on this mare, Apollo dismissed this movement with a flick of his tail.
Does it matter?
he said simply. Sure he didn't know her, there was time for that later, besides, if he didn't like her personality he could just use her as a slave along with th other wimpy mares. He laughed at her last comment,
So I see. Does it make a difference to me though? Mares don't fight, not officially, at least not in this land.
he said, in the land he had come from herds warred against one another. So he was used to it. He had killed his fathers own herd, and almost succedeeded in killing his brother, Thunder. There was a story behind his brothers scar...
Battling is his pleasure,
Blood stained hooves warn others,
Who dare come across his bloody path,
For he does not care for their dieing screams.
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Nov 30, 2007 19:08:51 GMT -5
Mares don't fight, do they?
She replied, her question colder than ever before. This brute brought out her darkest reaches, although she wasn't sure that was good or bad, not yet. And seeing as he didn't care to get to know her, make sure she was 'worth his effort' , he probably had some method of force-breeding and slavery. If there was one thing Desire hated more than anything in the world, it was slavery. And with a past like hers, there was no question behind it.[/sup][/color]
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Dec 2, 2007 10:05:19 GMT -5
Numaric Light shuddered at the horrid words of Apollo.
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Post by Thanos on Dec 2, 2007 20:39:59 GMT -5
Flying hooves and scared pelt,
A viscous past to behold,
Nothing to stop him in his quest,
To rule the seen and control the told.
Finally, a mare with a spine. Haven't met one like you for many a year.
he said with a rough laugh,
Tell you what. I'll let you be my lead if you come with me. See I have learned much about you already, and I like your attitude. Unless you change and are putting on an act.
he said simply. He liked this mare. She was fit to be a lead, and might just be able to teach him just what this thing called love was.
Battling is his pleasure,
Blood stained hooves warn others,
Who dare come across his bloody path,
For he does not care for their dieing screams.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Dec 2, 2007 20:45:50 GMT -5
Diablo barred his teeth to the opposing stallion. He laid his ears back and made a warning strike at his neck. Did he think the mare was just going to leave like that? Especially after what he said? Diablo turned back, his ears still pinned to his neck.
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Dec 3, 2007 20:24:07 GMT -5
Desire thingyed her head, considering the brute's proposal. It was clear he'd never known a fighting mare, so she could forgive him for that mistake. And he certainly seemed to have more personality than the rest of theses suck-ups put together.
All right.
She said, smirking at the scandalized look on Diablo's face. It would sure be funny if he tried to defend her. Oh yes, a fight would be hilarious. She turned again to Apollo, her eyes narrowed.
But if I don't like it, I'm leaving. And if you try to force me to do anything, or if you try to force any mare for that matter, you'll realize that I'm not so small and weak as I may look.
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Post by Thanos on Dec 4, 2007 7:36:04 GMT -5
Flying hooves and scared pelt,
A viscous past to behold,
Nothing to stop him in his quest,
To rule the seen and control the told.
Apollo could have laughed at Diablos warning strike but he kept quiet, why worsen the mood. He nodded,
That's acceptable. Follow me.
He said turning and moving off towards the Desert. Then waiting for the mare to catch up.
Battling is his pleasure,
Blood stained hooves warn others,
Who dare come across his bloody path,
For he does not care for their dieing screams.
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