[ The itsy bitsy Spyder... ]

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[bg=#000000] This was merely a test. The very beginnings of one, by the looks of it. Spyder's ears flatted against his skull at the thought of this all being a trap, a plot against the very fabric that was him. A shiver worked its way through the lines of frame, edging into the contours left permanently indented by the many scars. His odd eyes began to dart frantically, though the silence remained undisturbed. The stallion's black tail flicked uneasily as his flanks swayed, legs lifting as if in a panic. Nostrils flaring, his inelegant head tossed itself as he could feel the illusion of eyes boring into his pelting. No, they would not get him. He would not allow that. A dark chucked fabricated into the air with a sense of complete uneasy as pumpkin oculars continued to frantically pace within their sockets. He was not enjoying this, not one bit. Someone was out to get him this time, though he thought his enemies long gone. Yes, he had taken care of them, had he not? Another fit of convulsing laughter mimed the air. The dark seclusion of his surroundings did little to help this train of thought, only egging it on with the sense of pushing from behind. Spyder watched the frozen patches of tangled limbs with an arcane interest, as if they were the ones tracking his motions. Yes, paranoia was a key element, but not the worst he suffered. The stallion began to hum himself a tune, the pitch lacking tone becoming nothing more than a twisted testament to his own mind. The beat contorted, the humming becoming more staggered, hysterical fit. A laugh broke between the notes as a strangled cry as finally the stallion leaped forth with an explosion of motion, crashing through the dense thickets with not a glance, complete abandon. Swiftly he charged, the branches racking across the uneven patches of skin as thorns dug into his sides. Yes, Spyder fancied himself nervously pained, his mind only allowed a halt when his own crimson was being spilled freely upon distorted features. Oh yes, he fancied himself nervous...

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: The itsy bitsy Spyder called out he wished to die...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[L Y N X !]

we've been [w a i t i n g] !

BACK and forth paced the shadowy figure under the spindly, finger-like branches illuminated against the hazy orange night-time sky. Passing under the branches made deeper, dappled shadows across the back of the taffy mare. Her blue eyes kept to the ground and the indent she made in the snow after hours of countless times of walking on the same path, muttering slightly under her breath, foggy collections of vapor forming and escaping at each syllable spat out of her maw. The silence around her was deafening, only disturbed occasionally by the howl of the wind that tore through the trees, feverently bringing the forest to life with a fiery torrent before it died down once again.

ONLY occasional tremors from the cold shown that the mare was concious of the world around her. Her furrowed expression showed that she was in deep concentration, or not all that happy as she continued to mumble into the silence. But inside her mind, quiet was the opposite. Damnable as it is, you may never return there should you want to venture the waters, hissed a voice, slithering along the confines of her mind. Ashia's jaw tightened, nostrils flaring out as a rumble of anger shook her chest. "I got here, didn't I? It would be easy to go back, but its a matter of which direction to go," she muttered back, turning once again to retrace her path. The voice in her mind growled at her, but stopped. Listen. The mare snorted, concidering doing the opposite, but listened and stopped her pacing for once in hours and felt the ache of overworked muscles. Her ears pricked, and soon enough she heard the fierce pounding of hooves being smashed upon the snow. Her aqua eyes tried to peirce the darkness surrounding and failed to see who was coming until he was upon her. Look out - !

AND suddenly the body of another slammed into her, throwing her off her feet and into the snow. Hot crimson from the other splattered onto her coat. A feral growl rose from the mare's throat as she rose to her feet, shaking the bloodstained snow from her pelt as she turned on the literally bloody bay stallion. "Use your eyes, you dumb bastard!"

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[bg=#000000] Was it a mere fit of imagination that the stallion had stopped in his tracks? No, as it would seem. Happily, he noted the spread of crimson reaching the surface of his pelt, smearing lasting tracks as it soon began to drip. Laughter rang from his mouth at the mere sight of it all, what a joy! Only then as his interest was captured in the returning color of his pelting did he notice the words ringing in his ears and between his eyes. Oh, he then thought, turning his odd gaze to the mare. She had spoke to him, had she not? Racking his brain for a moment, he soon found the fitting words to coincide with this pretty picture. "Can't. Won't. And I am." He replied with blantant enthusiasm, allowing his mind to ack-track to the pain radiating through his form. What joy it was bringing! What fun! Then, a cold sensation overtook his being, chilling his form as his stood without movement. The stark stance was underlined as his mind formed the words as his head turned to the mare. Was she...? He peered closer. Yes...she looked the part. A spy? An assassin? Yes, this taffy mare was here...to..get revenge? Must be. All at once, his ears flattened, power surging through his veins as an angered squeal tore from the scarred muzzle, his legs striking out only to contact with a tree, enacting only more blood. All at once, he stopped once more, featured becoming blank as he became captivated with the tainted snow below. His leaking crimson was leaving quite the pool, he thought with excultancy. Perfect! A distorted chuckle escaped his lips as he turned in a tight circle, admiring his handiwork with detail. Lowering his muzzle, he was aware of its growing ring, smile broadening. Yes, he was very happy indeed..

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Muse: On Cloud Nine!
OOC: Down came the blood to knock our Spyder out...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[L Y N X !]

we've been [w a i t i n g] !

"GREAT, he's a nutjob," she muttered to no one in particular, more of to herself than her little voice as she watched the stallion with the twisted grin plastered on his maw. "I'm glad we aren't like that, don't you agree?" she said, gesturing her head as if she were speaking to someone right beside her in a low voice. Yes, very glad we aren't, agreed agreed.

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EARS pinned on the mare's skull at the stallion's reply once he noticed that she was there and had spoken to him. Her words of a feverent retort were drowned out as a sudde torrent of winter wind lashed through the trees, whipping manes about faces and drying blood crustily upon pelts, except for the stallion's case whose blood continued to spill out of numorous wounds, flowing out before drying quickly as little beads of crimson, blending into his already stained hide. And suddenly as the gale died down, the other equine seemed subjected to a random act of anger that was obviously aimed at her, but instead had hit on a innocent tree near him, which only caused more blood to rise from freshly made wounds. Half-expecting him to turn on her then her body tensed, but relaxed as he became interested in his blood on the snow, which had long past turned from pink to deep red. His spinning caused more blood to fly and cling onto her coat, but she made no effort to clean it off. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time blood was shed.

HER eyes narrowed as she studied the stallion. "You think we should put him out of his misery? The wolves'll get him if we don't," she murmured. I dare you[/color] was her reply. A sick, wicked grin stretched her maw and a malevolent cackle rumbled from her chest as her hoof suddenly pawed at the snow, cutting away the thin frosty film and scooping away the soft snow underneath to a couple paces away behind her. "Night night horsey.

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[bg=#000000] There was a tangible change now. This situation had changed for the worse, or his better. Head snapping upward, his entire being registered this easy instinct as he turned toward the pawing mare with fluid motions. Mind clicking to welcome the open hostility, a shiver of adrenaline raced through his mind as the features upon his face seemed to morph with the quick tick of thought. Eyes blazed as lips curled back over teeth, a feral snarl tearing the fabric of silence as his muscles tensed in anticipation. His torn ears flinted completely back to lay flat against whole skull as a war cry erupted from his maw. He was made for this. In all the stallion's years of abuse, it had not all been self-inflicted. No, it had not. A deranged smile filled with the mere promise of fulfilled bloodlust captivated him as his mind targeted the form of the mare. He could already see the scene around him painted beautifully with both their crimson, a lifeless form upon the snow. To him, it would be just as perfect if it was his. This was his life. Teeth snapped in anticipation for the tearing of flesh as his entire form rocked with tremors in relation to the situation. His odd eyes gazed about at the forest, this scene that would act out as another memory, another pair of scars for the battle-hardened stag. Bracing himself, his body became still in waiting for her move. Steam mixed with the warmth of crimson as his mind worked over this dream...

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Muse: Simple.
OOC: And our dearest little Spyder was bested yet again...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[L Y N X !]

we've been [w a i t i n g] !

SAPHIRE eyes appraised the bay stallion as he almost immediatly caught on to what she was doing, and he easily accepted the challenge set out infront of him. He seemed to be craving this, and it was obvious that he didn't get his scars from running through thorny forests all the time. Now that she studied them, she concluded that some ugly things had gone on for him to recieve such accessories on his hide.

FRIGHTENED, little pigeon? hissed the voice from inside her mind, giving an air of smug amuesement. It's just a little stallion, what are you afraid of?

[/color] Ashia flattened her ears, grumbling inwardly, sizing up her opponant. His size was definantly larger than hers, but she had strong muscle in her legs thanks to her Quarter lines. It was hard to judge what the outcome would be. And then suddenly she turned and bolted, galloping through the trees with mane whipping, a grin on her face.


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[bg=#000000] Rage fragmented into the electric charging that bordered each strip of pelt the stallion possessed. Squealing out his hatred as a promise to not be bested by the lesser opponent. Shaking his cranium back and forth in pendalum fashion, it crashed into the weather worn bark with cracking fashion, tearing open skin as Spyder lunged forth into the clouded expanse of trees. The short reaches of his mixed forelock as well as mane had already been pulled from the roots of skull to serve no more as a slowing line. Another barabarian snarl parted his lips as his teeth snapped, hoping for the taste of flesh across the mare's hindquarters. Checking his motions as well as respected gaits, his eyes flashed with the adrenaline of the chase, nostrils flaring with the mixture of his own crimson. He charged forth faster, legs exploding into clockwork fashion, body numb to the crashing of thorns pulling off shreds. Mind narrowed to the moment at hand, and the stag clang to it with desperate lashing, not even laxing in grip. Having no time to adequately plan the motion of tide in this battle, he knew that the mare would use the terrain to her every advantage. Once more, his pace altered into a tight gallop, legs reaching short in clipped motions. His neck extended with ears flattened as his mouth thirsted once more for the fea's life blood...

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: The itsy bitsy Spyder called out he wished to die...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[L Y N X !]

we've been [w a i t i n g] !

IT was a bit exhilarating, galloping through the trees with the stallion hot on her tail. The bitter wind stung her face, brambles shredding her pelt and bringing her own blood to the surface of her wounds. She remained ignorant of the pain that thudded hotly across her body as she tore through the trees, listening to the feverent breathing of the stallion that sped behind her. Feeling sudden giddiness rising in her chest, the fae let out a mad cackle as she weaved through the dark trees.

AN angry squeal echoed from the mare as she felt teeth crunch down on her hindquarters. The pain sent shock waves up her spine, and as an automatic, almost-robotic reaction, she shifted forward and threw her legs up into the air, lashing out in a half-assed attempt to return his offence. She could still feel his warm breath on her hind, teeth still searching for flesh. She had decided that that was enough and with a snarl and teeth bared, her head whipped around and neck twisted around to try and reach her attacker. Her hooves scrambled to twist her body around to face the twisted equine, but they found no purchace on the ground any longer on the sleek, cold surface of the ice had hid under the thin sheet of snow, waiting to ambush an unsuspecting animal. Just as her teeth were about to snap down on the stallion's hide, she felt herself falling on the ice. She grunted as her bodice slammed onto the cold ice, her shoulder taking most of the fall.

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[bg=#000000] Salvation. It was offered to the stallion by the very will of nature's own bountiful selection as his breath offered the irony with a maddened laugh. With longing for this moment, the odd colored eyes watched the scene unfold perfectly before him as the mare slammed into the ice beow her very own hooves. Shiver with anticipation, Spyder moved forth to better examine her frail form as his jaws parted slightly. Swiftly, his tongue swapped the length of his lips, removing the fea's own precious crimson that lingered there. A cold flame flickered across his iris as gaits moved to circle the fallen frame of the mare before him. Deviously, a smirk appeared across his scarred maw as he bestowed the flame riding gaze upon her pelting. The warmth continued to seep into every crack that resided under taunt skin, radiated into the air him as steam. "My little fly...what have we learned?" A deep tone racked into the air, the speech subtly elegant that betrayed everything that Spyder himself was. With almost abandon his neck extended the torn tissue of his muzzle to hers, breathing deeply as if in contented sigh. Slowly, a melodious hum vibrated his throat as his lips pulled back over set teeth. Opening his maw, the target was the soft flesh of her nose as his jaws snapped shut with finality.

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Muse: ^^ Works.
OOC: I hope you do not mind the ending there. D:
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[L Y N X !]

All the attention the aching of the cuts across her bodice was diverted to her screaming shoulder. Her jaw tightened to prevent the shriek that rose in her throat like bile, nostrils flaring as her breath quickened. The bitter cold of the ice on her side absorbed the heat flowing off her body like a vaccum, and she shivered heavily, breath puffing out in smokey vapor. Her eyes switched to the blood-bay as he circled around her, ears pinning on the crest of her tainted skull at the malevolent giggle that was expressed from his lips, tainted by her blood in which he hungrily swiped off with a raspy tongue.

Indeed, what have we learned...

[/color] hissed the voice in her mind, followed by a slight rumbling cackle that echoed in her mind. A cresent ring of white outlined her sapphire irises as the stallion drew closer to her muzzle with his, tension rolling off of the mare as she gazed wearily at his decieving calm manor, before he struck, grabbing the tender flesh of her muzzle under tightly snapped jaws. A scream of alarm bellowed from her as she pulled back, releasing herself from his grasp, but not without a hefty price; her lip tore open and blood immediatly gushed down across her muzzle and onto the ice. Her blood-curtling cry brought sleeping crows to flight, their raspy voices calling out from the dark forest as they took flight to the sky during the witching hour. Her body scrambled to gain to her feet, only to slip again and fall with the sleek surface that was now freezing over with a crimson layer of her blood. Ashia gave a frustrated snarl, and having to make due with what she had, snapped out at the tall pillars of his legs with blood-tained teeth that ran from her muzzle.
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[bg=#000000] The tale of a sadistic game written with both their blood upon the ice and ashen snow. A game. This twisted moment shattered as with another clapping snap Spyder was taken to his knees, crimson pouring freely from teeth impressions upon one of his clumsy stilts. A hystreical wonderment that served as ill-fitting laughter poured from his maw in enjoyment as his eyes rolled back with the sharp fragments of pain oozing from the thick chunks of knee. The demon mare had finally come to play with the itsy bitsy Spyder. Barley did his orbs seek the beautiful bounty of paint their blood was providing upon the blank canvas below before another grazing of teeth found his thickened neck. Staggering slightly with a drunken swaying motion, he dare not attempt moving to his untrustworthy hooves as ears flattened to add the snapping of his own teeth to the growing chaos of fight. Yet, no longer did the flames of hateful spite burn in his pelt, now replaced with a foal's giddiness as if looking upon its first snow. As finally his instincts kicked into gear, he faltered with labored motion to feet before the rest of his mind registered the critical mistake. Upon contact, blood took control of surface as he tumbled forth. Head over heels? Not in the way one would expect. A scream tore through his messed serving throat as the air gave heed, allowing him to crumble upon the fea. In a web of explosion, pain made thick bone brittle as the cracking sensation gave grace to silence, the snapping of tendons. Yet, as the breath moved through his lungs, Spyder could only offer the silence of winter laughter. So much laughter that rolled off his bloodied tongue as he savored the celebration of his soon to be corpse. A decided fate? Was he to ever move again? Laughter. Rings and echos of frenzied sound vibrating off the trees.

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Muse: :3
OOC: Spyder certainly is...eccentric.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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It had been an interesting enough sight, the two equines tusseling with each other – neither with any hopes of a true win. They were both utterly insane and perhaps assets to the Inferno herd. Orpheus fancied the idea of having two warriors that seemed so willing to throw their lives away and perhaps their madness made them easy enough pawns. Yet, the stag was not certain if the two could get along well enough in the same herd. In fact, he was not really sure either could even cope in the common herd setting without trying to kill everybody.

A quick snort escaped his maw, as the painted brute trekked towards the fallen masses. Each had taken a good deal of damage, but whatever pain they were in did not phase the hellion in the least. His icy orbs stared down upon the two warily. They were battered, but he believed that if they could survive the recovery in the harsh of winter, they would more than prove their worth as warriors.

“The two of you will find nothing but death no matter who wins this fight,” he spoke with a calm clarity. “Might I make a suggestion that will benefit you both?” His ears swiveled as he back up a few paces. Orpheus stood tall but was ever vigilant. He would be ready if either turned hostile, but was not the least bit assertive. The stallion was known for his cruelty around the isle upon the last few years but had come to the realization that he had to revert back to some of his former ways from when Cheza was alive. He would have to use his more charismatic side and sway equines into voluntarily taking allegiance with the Inferno herd.

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A sardonic laugh slipped from her clasped jaws as the stallion began to crumble to his knees down infront of her, withdrawing her muzzle from his broken knees instead of her face getting smashed under his weight. A opportunity too great to pass up presented itself to her the minute the stallion came down on the nice and exposed his neck. So gladly, her teeth sunk into his tender flesh. The constant, jittery movement of the stallion, however, caused her to let go as the sound of his teeth snapping in her ear grew threateningly loud. He soon stood, taking his neck out of her grasp. Ashia's ears pinned and she were about to follow him back up, but she suddenly didn't have to.

A loud growl was squeezed out of her lungs as the stallion toppled over her, pressing the air out of her lungs like a steam-roller. She gasped out for the icy oxygen around her, nostrils flaring and maw parted as she fought to regain her breath. She struggled under the much heavier body of the other equine, and all his reaction was to this was a series of demeted laughter, bouncing through the trees that surrounded them. "Geroff me, you fat waste of space!" she demaned once she had regained her voice, her jaws beginning to lash out again until a different voice caught her attention, and her sapphire eyes flickered to a painted stallion that stood by them.

Her eyes narrowed at the new equine, who by the way he was speaking, probably saw all of the little show that had taken place. The air was tainted with the reek of their blood, now cold upon the frozen ground, though some still flowed from leaking holes in their bodies, enough to make anyone feel dizzy. The presence stirred in her mind, mildly curious on something new happening other then the pair attempting to tear each other's windpipes. Ashia only glanced over at the bloodied stallion ontop of her, her bodice working to lift the stallion enough to allow her lungs to fill with air. "And what do you propose?" she inquired coldly, only by the presence's growling insistance.

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[bg=#000000] Was the sensation mounting in the inner cavities of his own veins confusion or just another case of confused manner? Oblivious now to the continued struggling of the mare under his expanse of frame, the odd clouded eyes tried with persistence to focus upon the perfect stranger. Each new inhale brought forth only the growing collection of bloodied earth, something that rose the stag's heart in leaping fashion. Ears quivered as wounded pelt shook in almost denial of its current state. Stranger? Death. Did the stranger not understand that death and him where on flying terms, entangled in the endless game of cat and mouse? A welcome embrace to a slap in the face, bring it all forth in the rivers of pain. The tear of his own flesh was the sweetest symphony. The pumpkin mirroring orbs flashed gravely with silent revelation as another spark of clarity collected with finality upon caked pelt. Laboring slightly, features changed to void expression as the literally bloody bay moved gracefully to his hooves, not even pausing to glance upon the fea below him. Standing with still motions, he eyes found the painted stallions without defiance, without interest, and without resistance. It was no mask for sure. Each fabric grasped hopelessly for this burst of sakeless sanity. It was not yet slipped. Spyder was a statuette of blatant temperament. The icy chill racked the broken expanse of bones as well as slivered fragments under thin skin, breaking open only to ice over in sheen. Pointless was the wounds that would mold new scars into the already patchwork expanse of coat. The blood was still a steady drip, the smell mixing with something of tearing flesh as his teeth pressed against each other, oblivious to the flesh caught. Although the damage was quite extensive to his form, the stallion could not yet feel the pains. That would come in due time.

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Muse: :3
OOC: *dances*
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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Orpheus watched with a cold, vacant gaze as the mare squirmed for breath beneath her stallion counterpart. The stallion oft had trouble finding his compassionate side, although he had, somewhere in his depths, a heart; such a heart seemed to consistently grow smaller as the paint grew with age. That was something he knew he had to reverse, but now was not the optimum time to show sympathy. Neither of these equines longed for such a soft side as could easily be seen from their aggressive turmoil and slight insanity. Orpheus was manipulative enough to know what he needed to become to try and recruit different member. Now was the time to build his herd back up with loyal recruits. He had plans for the future – none of which would bring peace to the island.

Reality came back into to check as the bloodied bay stood to stare down the Inferno lead. Spyder’s blank expression was mirrored upon Orpheus’s visage as they made eye contact. Eventually, he broke contact with the stallion as Ashia spoke. It was then that the palomino paint snorted bitterly; he could smell it now. The blood had made him less aware earlier, less aware of a terrible, gut-wrenching smell – Hannibal. The stag could now smell his father’s demonic scent all over the mare. Hatred fueled through his veins and his cold orbs narrowed intently upon the mare.

By the time she finished her query, the scheming stag had regained his composure. His hostile gaze and flat lip were replaced with a confident gaze and sly smirk. It did not matter if she was a brood of his father’s harem. For now, he had her attention as well as Spyder’s. He was fairly certain he could manipulate at least one of them into his herd. And, if Ashia was stolen in such endeavor, it would only be that much more grand a triumph for the painted brute.

He would offer them both the same simple deal. Neither’s psyche would handle the sugar-coated words that most equines wanted to hear. He had to be tactical but blunt with each.

“The way I see it, you two could stay here and pummel one another into the ground until you both die… or, you could become warriors to a herd that I can ensure will have many a battle and bloodshed to quench each of your thirst.” He felt no need to include the details of such planned battles. If they asked, he had nothing to hide, but Orpheus felt neither of them would really care who they were fighting or what they were fighting for.