So Fierce [Triscuit]

[L Y N X !]

world so cold !

» Lovett grazed quietly among the trees, finding a nice patch of clover for dinner not too long ago. It was growing late, and a cool breeze was rattling the branches on the trees, toying with her mane and tail . She glanced around her briefly with serene gray eyes. It was nice to relax after a..eventful, day.

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ooc: bom chicka wah wah
muse: ehhh
song: a little priest

|Lovett|

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

Sweeney had spent most his day mulling things over while pacing back and forth; the same thing he did every day of his existance on this miserable planet. He always htought about the same htings and dwelled on his memories as if they had happened yesterday. This caused him to shut himself off in his own little world. Once not so good outcome of that was he didn't eat much. He only ate enough to keep his appearance as is, nothing more.

After having spent the day near that masked stallion, who actually turned out to be more neutral and talkative, he was ready to either kill Masquerade or himself. Then to make matters worse Lynx had come by and started talking to the birds. Sweeney had had it with the talking and all over cheer, so he set out to find Lovett.

It hadn't been hard to locate her since those damned birds were always so chattery about anything and everything. So he found Lovett grazing all alone. He strode up to her and after watching her for amoment said "If I spend another hour with those two I might loose my mind completely."

even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE the darknessssssss darknessssss *says in charlie the unicorn voice*
SONGS Epiphany

[L Y N X !]

world so cold !

» Lovett flicked her ears and raised her head as Sweeney came over to join her. She smiled, giving her mane a slight shake and letting out a soft laugh. "I don' blame ya. You aren' the type to be hangin' 'round people much,

[/color]" she replied. Hmm.. they were alone... Lovett swished her tail, casually allowing her scent to catch in the air as she lowered her muzzle to continue to graze.
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ooc: wheee
muse: ehhh
song: a little priest

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

Sweeney cast Lovett a disinterested glance as she spoke. "No..." was all he said in reply. It was much more peaceful now anyway. Even though Lovett like to talk, a lot, it was better than listening to that fop Masquerade talk about some mare named Rosabella and about other things in life, and that mare Lynx talk on an on with her high, cheerful voice. At least Lovett's voice was appealing to him.

Sweeney continued to watch her, almost with interest as she clipped the emerald blades of grass. He flicked his tail and stamped a hind leg at a few flies. Damned bugs. It must be nearing summer.

He stamped his hoof again, only this time it was not from bugs. It was from a new scent in the air. His eyes immeadiatly fell onto Lovett. That damn mare. He didn't even like her and there he was feeling the intoxication of her scent. Damn it all. The stag let out a frustraed snort and began to pace again, trying to get his mind on somehting not so ... Lovett.

even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE I like turtles
SONGS Epiphany

[L Y N X !]

world so cold !

» The roan watched Sweeny out of the corner of her eye pacing back in forth, something bothering him. She blinked and raised her her crown again, cocking her head. "Somethin' the matter? ..besides the usual, love?

[/color]" she asked, ears pricking forward. But inwardly she was growing darkly satisfied. It was working. She continued to flick her tail, trying to be oblivious to his issue.
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ooc: wheee x2 short postiess bleh XD I'll do better tomarrow.
muse: I liake turtuls too.
song: a little priest

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

Sweeney continued to pace, trying to let his mind wander to the past, to Lucy. Something to make him not pay attention. He snorted in frustration once again as his attempts failed. His orbs were ablaze with something that seemed to be fury, but not as angry. Passion perhaps? A mix a of both? even he didn't know for sure, all he knew is that she was making him this way.

He halted as she spoke, listening carefully to her words. He whirled around and looked at her with a menacing expression. A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he answered her. "What's wrong? I think you know very well 'what's wrong' Lovett. " he snarled, advacing on her as if he were going to kill her.

A dark smile crossed his maw as he had her back toward a grove of trees. No escape. Her fate would be at his hands. Even though he wanted to taste and to smell her blood right now, a part of him wanted to give into the desires he had been denied for so long. The feeling of his flesh against that of another almost drove him mad. For years he had lived alone with no one so ... delectable within his grasp.

When the stallion had successfully pinned Lovett back to where the trees clumped together and no escape route was possible, he smiled. It wasn't a charming or seductive smile that all other stallions would be using at this moment. No, it was the sadistic grin of a murderer, a madman. It was the delight of someone who got satisfaction from the bloodshed of others.

Sweeney was now so close that he could hear the mare's heartbeat and ragged, terrified breaths. This caused him to laugh a bit. His hot breath lightly touched her pelt as they stood face to face. Using his crown, Sweeney pushed Lovett's own crown up so that warm flesh of her elegant neck was exposed to him. He grazed his ivories down her neck, lightly enough not to hurt her, but yet strong enough to instill more fear in the mare, to make her wonder when he would end her pathetic life. "Do you know what I want, more than anything at this very moment, pet?" he asked, his voice dark and a bit muffled by his proximity to th mare. His dark orbs flicked to what he could see of her terrified face as he began to speak again, sinking his ivories into her neck a little more, this time causing an uncomfortable feeling for the mare. Just as quickly as he had bit down on her neck, his maw was by here small audits. "To be inside you." he whispered, the same grin of a madman appearing on his maw, only this time, his eyes held somehting other than malice, they held a yearning desire.

even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE Effing kangaroos
SONGS Epiphany

[L Y N X !]

world so cold !

» Lovett's satisfaction quickly turned to uneasyness just by the look Sweeney gave her. She shifted on her hooves uncomforatably, but didn't portray a hint of guilt on her facade. Just a teensy bit of surprise and fear that steadily began to grow as the stallion advanced meanicngly, like a cat towards a mouse. This wasn't going to turn out well. She tried to stand her ground, raising her tiara slightly and gazing at the stallion, but he drew closer and closer with a rather insane smile on his mug, that she had to retreat, ears turned back against her skull. She walked back until she brushed up against freshly grown leaves and bark. She quickly risked a glance to see that she was trapt between the inescapable grove of trees and the black fresian. The twisted grin on his face was really beginning to freak the roan mare out. She kept her tail still; enough with the teasing. It was too dangerous for that now. Lovett's heart beat faster, breath coming and leaving fast in her flaring nostrils. And by Sweeney's expression, he could clearly hear it. She seemed to freeze like a statue as he lifted her head and ran his ivories onto her neck. The same set of jaws that had murdered two horses not too long ago today. The only thing she could manage to move was her eyes, which she quickly closed as she felt the pressure being added onto her exposed throat. Damn, she thought, I fucked up this time. Shit shit shit.. She waited for him to simply bite down and rip out her throat, but the pressure lifted suddenly. Her eyes shot open, surprised. Her ears tilted to the side as Sweeney whispered into them, sending a shiver down the roan's spine. Right now she had almost changed her mind. She didn't quite want it anymore. Sweeney was freaking her out, and that was saying something compared to the other things he did. But he was a big stallion, who could get what he wanted, when he wanted it. So why put up a fuss if it was going to happen anyway? Lovett blinked, heaving a quiet sigh. She then turned herself towards the thicket, bumping her rear against Sweeney's chest in such the small space she had to manuver. Lovett turned her head slightly towards him, waiting with weary gray eyes.

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ooc: *giggles*
muse: goooooddddddd
song: a little priest

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

Sweeney backed up a bit as the mare turned her self around and seemed to submit to him so easily. Sweeney cocked his head and kept his orbs trained on her face for a moment or two. He could tell that she was scared, probably as scared as she had ever been in her life. As sick as it sounded, that made Sweeney want her even more.

She was probably expecting, waiting, for him to mount her and have his way. He did not want that. Heaven knew that he needed this. The desire was just too strong to ignore now, but he did not want it exactly like this. Yes, it was true, Lovett was his second choice, Lucy would always be his first with her perfect yellow hair, no, those days were done. She was dead, gone, not of this world. It was not healthy to love a memory, and that is just what he was doing, loving a memory. He didn't actually love Lucy anymore, just the memories he had. If someone told him that it was possible to fall in love with memories he would have scoffed in their face until he experienced such a thing firsthand as he was now.

Lovett, even when he had known her when she was much younger, always had the ability to put him in his proper place, or keep him from getting into too much trouble. That was what he wanted now. This was not like Lovett, to sumbit so easily as if she were a young rabbit waiting to be devoured by the hawk overhead. Sweeney wanted the mare back who would deal with him but when he got to be too much, put him back in his proper place.

The ebony stallion backed off a bit more and nudged her hindquarters, almost having to push her around to face him. Once again, they were face to face. Sweeney had shut his orbs, finding it easier to talk to her if he couldn't see her. "Do you want this?" he asked her in a whisper, opening his orbs to take in her terrified features. He wasn't sure, but he thought that he could see traces of tears down her face.

If she said no it would take all his will power and then some to leave her, run. Run far away until he was back to himself. But he knew that she wanted this. She had the desire for him to do this to her after a couple months of knowing him when they were younger. Only in her dreams it had probably ever happened. Right here and right now was the one chance to see if her dreams comapred to this.

Of course, back then, Sweeney had been a different horse, more compassionate and kind. Now he had some of the same qualities deep down when it came to her, but making love now would be much different than it would have been back then. If she were to say yes, it would bring her some pain, mostly because she probably hadn't had any since her mate had died, although Sweeney wasn't sure if he gave her anything then. If they did this, all the emotion he was feeling would be put into it; rage, passion, anger, sadness, longing, and most importantly fear. Fear he had that if he got close to someone again, he would loose them. It would be painful and pleasureable at the same time, but, most importantly, Lovett would finally get the chance to know how the mystery of a stallion was truly feeling.

even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE This statement is false.
SONGS Epiphany

[L Y N X !]

world so cold !

» Lovett's terror quickly was taken by confusion. Sweeney looked...disapointed? Why the fuck was that? She was offering him what any sane stallion would want. (Well, Sweeney isn't sane, kiddies, but beside the point.) And he was disapointed. Lovett almost began to glare at the stallion as she was turned around to face him. She examined his expression, hers becoming sour when she found that he had closed his eyes. And what kind of question was that? The roan gave a uncharacteristic cold laugh, though fear still prickled uneasily at her nerves. It was only a matter of time to where she lost her burst of anger and calmed down again. "'Course I do, love, but 'parently you don't!

[/color]" she snarled, jerking her tiara up in exasperation. She understood how hard this might be for Sweeney, to confront the idea of being with someone other than his old Lucy. The past was the past, though. He needed to stop dwelling on memories long past overthought. Lucy was dead, simple. She had to deal with her mates death too. Lovett gazed up at Sweeney, and quickly lost her fire after a look at his puppy-dog-like eyes. She sighed, shaking her tiara, turning to push past the fresian lightly and beginning to walk off.

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ooc: blech lalalala
muse: goooooddddddd
song: a little priest

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

The ebony stallion flattened his audits as the mare gave a cold laugh. What the hell was this?! Anger filled Sweeney's dark optics. Who did she think she was? Yes Sweeney had, was, in a moment of great desire, lust, and overall rage. She should know that. She spent every bleedin' day of her life with him since they had found each other. So he wasn't the horse he had once been. Why did that matter? Neither was she. She should know his mannerisms by now, he surely knew hers even though he tended to ignore the insuffereable mare as often as he could.

The stallion blinked a couple times when her feminine vocals broke thorugh the air. This time instead of them being sing song and cheerful like they normally were, they were laced with anger. There was also something deeper in them, as if she was pleading for him to come back to her. That feeling seemed to be hidden behind her moment of rage. Sweeney had never seen Lovett act in this manner. In fact, this was the first time ever that he had seen her angry like this.

A coy smile made it's way onto his face. She really wanted this, more so than she seemed to let on during her previous outburst. Sweeney's optics turned dark again as the all to familiar look that he got just before he was going to kill appeared on his face again as the mare started to walk off. Within a couple seconds, Sweeney was in front of the mare, once again backing her into a growth of saplings that made any chance of escape possible.

The stallion had the grin of a madman on his face. It was a look that really suited the new him. Just as before, his sharp ivories were touching her neck ever so slightly. This time as he ran his teeth down, he actually took the iniative to bite down. Hard. It was no where near hard enough to cause her death, but it was hard enough that he was waiting to taste her blood.

He repeated this biting action severy times until he made his way back up to her audits. "I suggest"

[/color] he began in a dark whisper, "that you use your head for once an' shut your mouth."[/color] he added with a growl. He then pushed her with his body and swiftly mounted her.

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even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE Queen, Police, David Bowie, and The Yard Birds = okay muse
OOC Black eyes from across the room, down my drink as the rythms boom ..... I ate a grape and I jizzed in my pants XD Okay Im done now. That song just makes me crack up. Anywho, I personally think Sweeney has some kind of blood fetish. X3 I mean it only makes sense he kills for a living, is all happy (if you could call it that) when he does see blood soooooes yeah. 8) Woooo! I just noticed this OOC comment is a paragraph. Boo ya! I should get a cookie or something. Oh serious question now, did you tell tox about our plans for how these two are gonna dispose of the evidence? *shifty eyes* Awww Im in the car right now (when I typed this) and my mum just ran over a bunneh D'8 Poor thing.
SONGS Epiphany

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» Lovett's gray eyes lingered towards the ground, but a black shape infront of her made her pause and look up. The same terror that she had before returned, eyes locked on Sweeney's insane grin and deadly look. Knock it off, she told herself sternly, and took in a breath that helped her calm her nerves. She kept her eyes trained on Sweeney as she was moved back, and soon her rear brushed up against the sapling trees. Her ears flicked back and nostrils flared uneasily as the stallion took to grazing his teeth against her neck. Again with this? She knew he had some sort of strange fetish for necks and slashing and/or touching them, but honestly---Lovett let out a gasp as pain exploded as her skin broke under the pressure of Sweeney's sharp teeth. Her head jerked back, anger flaring up again. How dare he bite her! Why, she did a lot for him, and this is how she was repaid? Lovett let out a pained whuffle from her throat, and ground her teeth as he continued to bite up her neck. But once the blood began to flow, all down her neck, down her front, and dripping to the ground, it felt sort of...nice? That confused her, so much so that she didn't really hear what Sweeney said when he hissed into her ears. The feeling of blood flowing free, unconfined by the flesh was one of the best things she experienced, despite the throbbing pain that came with it. Lovett snorted when she was given a push, turning her rear from the tangled saplings. She turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder as the stallion mounted onto her back. She swayed at the sudden weight, grunting. Her hooves danced for a minute, catching her balance and finding a way to support the stallion on her back. It didn't really help he was larger than her. Lovett rolled her eyes slightly. "You coulda warn'd me,

[/color]" the roan mumbled, shaking her mane vigorously. She waited, heart beating faster in her chest.

ooc: lmao you're such a dork, Velly. xD And Lovett is so strange. o.O She aparently likes bleeding. roflmao.
muse: Took me forever to write this. D<
music: random stuff

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Lovett

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[Vel]

We all deserve to die

S W E E N E Y

The stallion's audits pulled back against his skull as he heard her talk. Did he not just tell her to be quiet? If it was one thing he could not stand, it was talking. Not those short conversations he had most of the time, but her exsessive amount of talking. He figured it would make him mad one day, not that hadn't happened already.

"Thought I told you to be quiet!" he said, rather loudly, into her ear. This time she better hear him. If she didn't well then she was either deaf or stupid, or maybe both. Sweeney was just leaning towards stupid.

Sweeney grabbed the mare's barrel tighter as she stumbled a bit. Clumsy woman. Sweeney snorted and lifted his audits just a bit more, though obvious anger was still able to be seen in his dark optics. It was almost like he was willing himself never to be happy again. How could he be though after all that he had endured? Plus he came back to find a much darker home and no Lucy there to welcome him home. Yes, he should have assumed that was what it would be like, but no one wants to imagine the worst of anyhting.

Sweeney did not waste anytime entering the mare's small bodice. Most stallions would tease and pleasure the mare, as well as themselves, before going straight for anyhting. That was not how it was going to be with him. Ever.

He grabbed her bodice tighter as he caused her to rock back and forth rather violently. He really did not care if he was hurting her or not. He was putting all of his feelings into his motions; anger, dispare, sadness, and just a hint of lustful passion.

He continued on this way for a while until he found his release. He quickly got off the vixen, almost pushing her to the side. WIhtout even as much as a glance back, the stallion stalked off, a murderous look in his eyes. It was most likely that he would forget this even happened by tomorrow. It was almost as if he was denying it happened and it was just a silly dream.

even you Mrs. Lovett, even I

OPEN TO Lynx
CHARACTERS Sweeney
MUSE House? I guess? I am watching it =P
OOC GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!! *runs in circles* Im done now =3 Ok, me thinks Sweeney's a vampire XD I mean he does have a blood/neck fetish. Doesn't that go hand in hand with a vampire? I wonder if he's a sparklepire? XP
SONGS Epiphany

[L Y N X !]

» Lovett flinched at the harsh voice of Sweeney's yelling in her ears, and she immediatly flattened them. She opened her maw to reply, but thought better of it and closed it again. She glanced back at Sweeney again. He seemed pretty pissed off, for whatever reason. Well, he was always pissed off, more or less. Lovett felt his grip tighten around her belly,and then suddenly he shoved himself into her. Almost immediatly pain racked her bodice, catching the roan by suprise. Lovett gasped, which she stiffled to an agonized moan. What the hell was his deal? Her body rocked along with his for a short few minutes, and then it was over. The weight lifted from her back, and she was pushed slightly with the effort of the stallion dismounting. Lovett gave a slight buck. He did not need to treat her like a stupid brood. But he was already gone. Lovett watched him go with narrowed eyes, tail lashing with irritation, followed by throbbing pain. She scowled, and turned away with a dismissive jerk of her head, before trotting off to find some cover for the night.

ooc: Sparklepire!
muse: randomness
music: Blah blah blah - Ke$ha

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