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Post by Storeh on Jan 17, 2011 19:03:18 GMT -5
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What was this? Moment. Trail. A razor-bladed smile carved deeply into the bloodily torn maw of the stag as crooked ears registered the words. Battles? Bloodshed? The thought made a giddy bubble of giggle billow in his throat. The bitter crimson slid farther down is throat as nostrils flared to bask in what he had created. Mind snapped into place for a shard or two. Restriction? That is what this also meant? Don't kill that one. Or that one. Spyder never did like a lead, for each step he took it seemed as if he was hauled back. Orange hued orbs flickered to the mare for a moment, as if in thought, but then he watched the ground, intent upon the ever pooling crimson.
His skull snapped back up in retraction to gaze upon the stallion, eyes flashing. A shiver quaked along his spine. Heh. That would be a battle? That brute would put up a fight. Maybe even could kill him! A little laugh, distorted by his cuts on throat, entered the air. Eager? A frowning expression lifted upon his face. Once more, mind flashed to the mare he had wished so keenly to battle. Fight? Oh, each mark on her skin was as tender as a love bite! Fondness. He wanted to finish what he had started, rip open her skin! She if she was as pretty on the inside as she seemed to be on the out.
One ear cocked itself as he looked back, once more, toward the stallion, for his gaze as well as mind had drifted. A question, yes? In want of an answer, no? 'Death. A tax on whom you wish to die, no?' The bloody stag was referring to the 'tazing' on whom he may bloody. Ripping things to shred by shred would never tire for his mind, but he wished to kill without limit! Just as he did now...a wicked grin seemed to stretch to his ears as head turned to gaze at the mare, nostrils flaring. Yes. a tax would be no good. Not for what he wished to do.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: O.o He scares me...
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 17, 2011 21:58:15 GMT -5
It was a relief on her lungs and straining ribcage that the bay stallion had finally lifted himself off of her, and she took advantage of the time he stood there staring at the painted brute to gain her own feet cautiously, concious of the ice under-tow and the still-present threat of the insane stallion beside her, who had long past proven that he was unstable and unpredictable, now matter how much someone may say that she was being hypocritical in thinking that. She didn't much care, really - when was it ever in history a vain person admitted their own flaws?
Ashia immediately became on edge and suspicious the second the brief mask of hatred came over the painted stallion's facade, her saphire irises narrowing at the slighest, trying to read what caused his anger and if it would prove as a threat. But the expression disapeared as soon as it came, so the mare was forced not to conclude anything irrationally made-up plans of action, and she forced herself to still her furiously working mind, much to the little presence's amusement. 'Silly mare.. learn to expect the unexpected.'
It was about time the stallion spitted it out, she thought mildly, as the painted brute proposed an opposition to what they had been doing for the past however many minutes. She had been expecting it really, why else would some burly creature come along and interupt their pointless fighting? The dappled mare gave a small snort, trying to resist the urge to laugh. Did he think she was some malevolent beast, like the one beside her, that served no higher purpose to beat and be beaten black and blue? That she was going to step blindly and fight for someone she had met only moments before? For most, it would sound discusting. But for Ashia, she decided to take it into fair light. It would be better to be put to use with him, rather than just being some show of collection in Hannibal's herd. Though the thrill of the fight could be exhilerating, after doing it one too many times, it would get ..boring. And what then? Retire from fighting? Impossible, she would leave a trail of enemies behind then that would cease to stop until they got revenge, so even then she wouldn't be taken completely out of comission. It was a risky deal.
"Oh.. I don't know.. It would cause a bit of trouble if I left Hannie, don't you think?" Ashia shook her mane with mild thought, which what was now white was now stained red and in places clumped together with a combination of Spyder and her blood, both of which still seeped out of their bodies. The mare nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the bloodied stallion speak, her saphire gaze flicking to him; it was the first she ever heard him say a word. And then his gaze turned to her, and immediatly Ashia began to curl back her bloodied lip, though slow enough not to provoke another quarrel right away. And then the corner of her lip curved into a small smirk. She was really beginning to love this stallion - rather, loved the way his flesh tore under her teeth.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jan 19, 2011 17:36:38 GMT -5
Orpheus remained vigilant around the two as each spoke in turn. He did not consider either a real threat given the current circumstance – both were worn from previous battle and not nearly as stout as his drafty build. However, the stallion knew an early onslaught on a blinded eye could turn the favor of such a combat against the painted brute rather quickly; yes, he would need to be ever aware of each.
The stallion’s ears swiveled as Ashia brought up his father; Hannibal’s mention could not help but bring a venomous chuckle to the back of his throat. It seemed caught in his throat as bile thoughts circled his mind before finally the laughter spilled from his lips in the same tenor as a dog’s bark. The brute was unaware if she realized the relationship between Hannibal and himself but decided it mattered little if she’d made such connection; although, he did hate being defined (normally as sinister) by his father’s actions. Not to say he didn’t deserve the vile convictions as equally as his father…
Despite the mixture of anger and hint of amusement that trickled within his dry laugh, Orpheus’s demeanor remained composed and calm as it ever was. “If Hannibal finds any inconvenience with your choice then we may have a battle on our hands quicker than I expected.” A small smile was stuck on his lips as he thought of the rage that stealing one of his father’s harem might evoke. “But, it is your choice, I shan’t have any disloyal or unwilling amongst my herd any longer. I just plead you keep in mind that your services would be put to better use in my territory than in Hannibal’s.” Orpheus thought this to be quite the truth. Hannibal was more opt to fight his own battles; Orpheus preferred to have the advantage of numbers and was not above playing dirty in battle.
His head turned back to the bloodied stallion as he noted tension growing once more in the mare and hessian. They were itching to lash out at one another already. The painted brute could not help but wonder if bringing either of them in was really a good idea. He shrugged of such frets; he would deal with that if the time came.
“Ah, unfortunately, I cannot give you right to go on and endless killing spree. As valuable an asset as you would be, I do need other members in my herd. But, I am most certain that there will be plenty of bloodshed and death for you to toll out even when we are not in battle. After all, the wolves are enemies, the ravens spies, and the deer competition. “
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Post by Storeh on Jan 22, 2011 22:33:08 GMT -5
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Buzzing. Buzz little fly. Spyder's ears flickered, ever changing, as the audios lingered deep in his broken cranium. Teeth snapped slightly. Bind. Bind. Quench. A sick little giggle erupted from his throat as his vibrantly glowing orbs found the mare's once more. He leaned toward her, almost a sadistic purr rising from his throat, turning into a growl in a moment as his head snapped back to the stallion. Head titled, wonder. Sweet, sweet, serendipity. His lips curled back as impulse ran clean through the hession's veins, eyes sparking wildly at the painted brute before him. Muscles quivered in anticipation. A step was taken, the stride true. The smirk widened.
'Blood. Blood. Running from the heavens. Be sure for the one you wish.'
The voice was low, tempting, a gently purr into the area, underlined with the thirst his body wished for. He was referring to the stallion's want to him to the herd. He would try and control himself. Try so hard. Try, try, but with so many to die? Unlikely. A small giggle tore from his throat as he peered into the eyes of the stallion before him. The twisted smile that had pulled as far as the muscles ached to dare, fell from his face as he pulled up from the crouched position he had taken.
Blank slate. No expression. Clouded eyes. Spyder thought to himself quietly, inner-workings scrambling silently. Wonder? Where are we, now? Oh, yes! This the chance of a lifetime. For a moment to shine. Precious little was around for him to contain in this place. No heartbeat except from his own, and he tired of tearing himself apart. offer? Kill. Yes, this was a chance. Would it be taken by the stallion. Or was he to...dangerous?
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[/color] Muse: :3
OOC: *dances*
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