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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 13, 2011 1:00:19 GMT -5
L'amore è il Veleno walked forward, her venom green eyes watching the thick tree cover. She was in such a flirty mood. But when was she not. She loved having attention. She felt still hyper, though she didn't sleep that night. It was because she was pure bred Navita. Rare on the island, she did not care. She felt she needed what she wanted, and when she wanted something, she wanted it now. She kept her eyes ahead. She has left many stallions cold and alone, and was ready to add one more to her list of done with completely/ for a while list. She sniffed the air, seeing if she could smell a horse in it, but she was down wind to everything, the only smell she caught was her own. She sighed quietly before she let out a drawn out, lonely call. Her multi-colored mane and tail still except the tips in the wind.
(Sorry it's short. Getting into her character)
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Post by Vel on Feb 13, 2011 1:21:51 GMT -5
Arceneaux
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The liver chestnut had wandered into one of his favourite lands just moments ago. What to do, what to do? There was only so much time in one day and it was all passing by, racing past him, leaving out moments of his petty existence where he could be doing something productive. Tick tock. The clock was running out.
The stag lengthened his strides so that his long legs were now moving to a slow cadence of a jog. It seemed as if he had never outgrown his foal legs, just became chunkier to fit into them. Long legs had provided a large window of opportunity for him. He was exceedingly fast, could jump unusually high, and it gave the appearance that he was much taller than he really was. He certainly had been blessed.
Arceneaux slowed down as he saw a mare up ahead. A pretty little thing she was. A malicious, maniac grin spread across his face. This would be fun. Perhaps his day wasn't wasted. He proudly strode up to her with his lunatic grin still on his face "Bonjour mon cheri." he said in a low voice as his chocolate optics raked up and down her bodice. The clock could now keep on moving without him wasting away. Tick tock.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 13, 2011 1:37:23 GMT -5
Vala stood there for a moment in silence as a bold stallion came to her. Bold and handsome. She smiled at him, looking him up and down. Her ears flicked to him as he spoke his words before they And she decided to play dumb, though she did understand what he said. She add the look of confusion to her face. "I am sorry? What did you say? I only understand English and Italian." She spoke, her words sounded confused like her face, but she said it like she was a innocent little angel, though there was no doubt in her mind not everyone saw her that way. But to this stallion, he would be so naive to how she would use him and leave him. She had not played with his energy levels. She was going to save that to when she would needed it. She held herself at her full height, proudly.
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Post by Vel on Feb 13, 2011 9:22:36 GMT -5
Arceneaux
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Audits flicked as her sweet voice filled the air. "Sorry 'bout that love." he said in a false apologetic tone. Why did it matter if she spoke what he spoke or not? He could jabber on all day in the language he was taught by his false parents, but his actions would only show what he was saying. It more than safe to say he had done this quite a few times in his eight years on the island.
With a flick of his dark tail, the stallion began to walk a circle around the mare, inspecting her almost as if she were some antique he was looking to purchase, making sure there were no obvious flaws with the appearance and performance. Yes, she certainly was a pretty little thing. He had seen better, but who was he to complain, beggar can't be choosers, right?
The way in which he circled around her smaller frame was very primal, almost as if he were a panther waiting to make the kill, just playing with his food a little bit. What was the harm in that? Get her a little riled up, hot under the collar, and then do what he did best; have his way with her then possibly kill her. Some he let go, others he didn't. It truly was spontaneous homicide. It was an impulse he had never cared to control. Why should he? Its not like he was doing any harm. The horses he killed would never be missed.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 13, 2011 10:51:02 GMT -5
Vala could see the look on his face, easily readable to her stand point. Her venom green eyes glared coldly as she began to focus on him, try and drain of some of his energy. She flicked the multi colored, high tail in aggravation . She did not know what the stallion was up to, but she didn't like. She kept her eyes on him, even when he walked behind her. This simple minded normal stallion. Such an idiot. Messing with a Navita? She could destroy him, though wasn't that strong quite yet, but almost. She's used her powers a lot, draining being her specialty. And it did come to an advantage. She began to see the energy in the stallion, and with ease she could see it going to her. She did not want nothing more to win affections and leave him cold. She flared her nostrils cautiously, hoping her draining was working fast enough. What ever was on this one's mind may just drop when he feels too tired to do it. Even though her glare was cold, her lips formed a smile, hoping her ability would work to her greater advantage as always. She felt no fear though, standing there in his circle. She was only be cautious. She smirked then, still watching him carefully. But she was growing bored of him. This was becoming a waste of her time. She was about ready to walk away, getting ready to take a step away. If he really wanted her, he'd stop her from walking.
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Post by Vel on Feb 14, 2011 19:59:49 GMT -5
Arceneaux
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The stallion halted for a moment as a funny feeling began to pass through him. What the hell? He lifted his crown a bit and narrowed his chocolate optics at the mare. "Don't do that." he warned, knowing she was of some elemental. "You know when an elemental flaunts their powers like that, especially to an oh so lowly horse like me," he began, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "It just seems that they are weak, not knowing how else to deal with a situation. The only way your lot seems to know how to deal with something different or uncomfortable is to show off your little tricks." he stated the truth. "I have yet to meet a horse of elemental abilities who can get them self out of an uncomfortable or fearful situation without using their powers. It is your crutch, an aid that you can't go with out. I doubt I will leave to see an elemental who can deal with things like a big boy or girl before resorting to nothing but their powers."
Arceneaux pinned his ears back as she began to walk away. He moved along the side of her, reaching out with his teeth, snapping at her. "What's the matter love? To boring for you?" he purred in a hauntingly dangerous manner that would cause even the 'baddest' horses think twice. He moved his lanky bodice in front of her with a flamboyant swing in his step. "So, tell me, what do you do for fun?" he asked in a low whisper as a Cheshire smile slowly appeared on his face.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 14, 2011 20:37:41 GMT -5
The mare rolled her eyes at the stallions words. She was a strong believer in using anything you got. If an elemental had a power, use it. And she always did. "I do not fear the likes of you." She spoke simply. She was glad that the stallion didn't know her exact element. Her symbol of her breeding laid hiding beneath her poll. But she believed the stallion was completely wrong about the elementals using their powers, 'flaut'ing it around. She only believe that the should use everything they had, like a regular horse would, like they were no different. She held her arab head so that the poll stay over her symbol of her face as she moved forward, glad the hair there was thick enough to hide the glow in it. She kept on walking as the stallion continued forward, even when his teeth clashed together near her head. "Yes. Is it bad that you bore me? I have bett-" Her words were cut off as the stallion stepped in front of her, almost running into the stallion's cut off, he asking another question. She glared for one cold moment, keeping the bored expression, pinning the ears back a bit. Then her own mischievous smile formed on her mouth as she registered the question. "If you really want to know..." Her words drifted off for a moment before she stepped closer to him, putting on her flirt mood. "I destroy stallions like you. I take the soul and crush it." She walked around him, her tone irresistible, her skin brushing his, her eyes staying to his face, she manged to squeeze past him on the path and the trees. "I make one believe I love him, no matter how proud and brave that one maybe. I stay with them for one a little while, making think I really do love him." Then she left her close quarters to the stallion, giving herself some space. "Them I leave them cold and lifeless. I may not kill the body. But I kill the soul, spirit, and mind." She smirk, as she laughed in a wicked manner quietly. "And oh so many have fell that ploy." She spoke almost silently to herself. She turned back to him, her eyes targeted him. "And how about you. Hm...? Let me guess." She looked him up and down. She was a very good judge in this, though she wasn't always right. "You, my dear," She said, her tone turning deadly. "You love to toy around with mares, mares like me. Ones with high spirits to break? Willing and unwilling? Am I right so far?" She didn't give him time to answer as she went on. "My dear, you love to kill. Don't you? Just so long as there was a victim at the right time, anything would do. Tell me dear, Am I right?" She spoke tauntingly. She didn't care if he reacted badly. She could handle the likes of him easily so she could get away. She smirked once more, more deviously than ever.
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Post by Vel on Feb 16, 2011 18:44:54 GMT -5
Arceneaux
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"Why should I expect you to?" he asked. "You're a strong mare, a big girl." he lazily stated. He now knew that obviously he thought he had her at an advantage, and she thought that same about him. The truth was they were just playing silly mind games with one another, trying to get the other to succumb to their twisting and prodding. Arceneaux would not break and he was pretty sure that this mare would not break. What ever. This would just gear him u for whatever came at him next. It was best not to mess with a angry little mare who was probably going into heat soon. They always had their heads up their rears, especially if they were elementals, looking down their noses at everyone. It was just how they were, just like how Arceneaux acted defined him.
"Now tell me, how would you handle this situation without some fancy display? Could you do it? Or have you used it as a crutch for too long to rely on nothing other than it? If you don't like something you eradicate it. Its how we all work inside. You, me, even that little sparrow in the tree over there." he said, motioning with his head in the general direction of the said sparrow. Now the verbal tango had commenced. His eyes lit up as he lit the wick.
Arceneaux threw his head back and laughed like a mad man. he said, accenting "Love, do all you want then, because unlike those other bastards, I have no soul for you to take."the the last set of words with a harsh infliction. He was giddy as ever at this mare's declaration. Arceneaux never felt love, not once in his life. It was a foreign body to him, something that did not belong in him. If it tried to worm its way into his heart, his body would reject it like a drug. The soul was something that everyone cherish and held close to them. Destroy that and you had complete control. It was too bad for the mare that she could not crush him like the others.
The stag remained silent as she spoke more, noting her observations. If she thought reading him like a book was going to anger him, it didn't. He never tried to hide who he was. If someone didn't like it, then too bad. If they did, then something was seriously wrong with their mind. "You're right! Oh I'm so hard to read aren't I? Only the most brilliant could figure it out."
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 16, 2011 19:15:21 GMT -5
Vala simply ignored his previous question. She could handle the situation without her powers, what he calls her crutch. The mare was starting to lose interest, but when he said he had no soul to crush, she laughed coldly. "I still could shatter your mind, destroy anything thought, and reason to even move. I still can break you, believe me on that one, dear." She smirked. The mare seemed to have changed from the sweet, innocent, dumb target of a mare to this dangerous, sophisticated being. "I know I may seem like those who think their better, but I know I am better. Not even horses more insane than you can stay strong. If I want to, I could break you like a twig." She spoke, the words saying in their dangerous taunting way. "And if you think you could simply rid of me by killing me, it won't work. I know how to break you even if I was dead." Truth held in the tone. She could easily haunt him, and that alone could break one's nerves till the mind is gone. Though, she knew he may not be done with her, she felt done with him. She was ready to walk away from him. "But you would only be a waste of my time, dear. If have others I need to destroy." She spoke in a bored tone again, her venom green eyes looking at him lifelessly. She did have others she could tourcher.
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Post by Vel on Feb 17, 2011 18:15:22 GMT -5
Arceneaux
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"Nice move." he comemnted. "I like how you totally blow off my questions by delving into something else." He moved a bit closer to her and squinted his eyes a bit as if he were inspecting her like a bug under a microscope. "I give you credit, I do look stupid enough not to notice. I may be dumb, but I'm not that much of an idiot. But you know what they say about avoiding questions don't you?" When someone did not answer a question, there was a reason for blowing it off. The were either (a) hiding something, (b) afraid it would trigger some bad memory, or (c) just being a prat who thought that they were better than everyone else with their head so far up their arse that they would never see the light of day. Acreneaux believed it was the third choice. From what he had seen so far, that was how he would describe this interesting little mare.
"And what is all this talk of destruction? Every other sentence that has come out of your pretty little mouth has been about how you can rip me apart in some way." he observed. Horses that talked like this were very insecure. Talk of besting someone else, whether in a game or in a physical sense, meant that there was something inside hiding; a fear. Only horses with fear spoke like this. It may no be appearant to them even, but talk like this was the psychology of someone who needed a mask to hide behind. It never failed. A contanst reminder of strength like this just meant that there was something to be masked underneath.
Audits swivled at her words. "Well then be my guest love." he said after the mare stated she wanted to go elsewhere. "Im' sure there are others out there who will quake in your prescence." he said as he turned on his heel, walking away with a glance over his shoulder to see if she would inquire anything more.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 17, 2011 19:00:10 GMT -5
The mare simple walked off. He does not know how far wrong he is. She smirked. He'll learn on day that she isn't the way he thinks of her as. She kept on going into the forest, deeper to where it looked like night. She had now fear of nothing, though she felt it was time to call it quits for a day, for roving stallions didn't stay out too long. Or at least the fun ones to destroy. She stepped away, her mind feeling the numb bored feeling yet. She snorted, knowing that won't wear off until she find some of her prey. She'd into a slight clearing, big enough for a spot of water to lay in and a spell of grass to grow around it. The day was turning to night. Had she really wasted all that time with that waste of stallion? Oh well. She had her whole life. She stepped into the pooled water, bathing herself from her travel from the Navita herd lands to the Terra Scure. She enjoyed the cooled water before stepping away to bed some where near. She bedded down a few trees away, the water's movement still hearable in her ears. She curled up next to the turn of the tree, deciding resting was needed for the night, though she could still go a several more days without it. She slid her eyes close, telling her self to sleep. She slipped away into the recesses of the thick mind.
The next day she woke, feeling completely and utterly charged, like a freshly made battery. She stood up with ease from her grounded bed spot on the floor. She walked to the the water spot again, to graze at the grass again, her nerves feeling extremely sensitive now. Everything in her felt revitalized, her senses keener than yesterday. She could feel her veins inside her body run their course, every little twitch her cold heart made. She smirked. Another day. A day that she'll leave to find another to kill from the inside. She listened to the outsides of her, her surroundings, as she hummed the song. The song that she her's, and only her's. She pulled her head up from the ground as she went to step forward to take a drink from the water.
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Post by Vel on Feb 21, 2011 9:41:07 GMT -5
Dexter ___________________________
The liver chestnut opened his eyes as the sun filtered through the trees. What a lovely morning. was his first thought as he sighed and looked around at some birds bickering in mid-flight. He loved spring. It was such a nice time when all the animals came out and all the young were finally born. Dexter loved watching them all during their activities. There was just something about small animals and children that brought a smile to his face. Perhaps it was because it reminded him of his own childhood, which had been very good up until a certain incident which was now blacked from his memory.
After shaking his coat to free it of flowery debris that had fallen from the tree, the stallion decided that he was thirsty. He quickly stretched out his legs and yawned before jogging off in the direction of the water. He had been hanging around this spot for a week or so and was finally beginning to have the area memorized. He knew there was a small stream that ran into a pond just a ways over to the left.He had discovered it the first day he had come here, which was a good thing since water was something everyone liked in one way or another.
Dexter slowed his pace when he approached the water. He quickly looked around for no real reason at all before dipping his head down and taking a big swig. A minute or so later, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another horse, a mare, getting a drink. Dexter raised his head a bit and smiled at her with a small nod of his head in acknowledgment.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 23, 2011 23:27:43 GMT -5
Vala had to even barely look over. She recognized the horse. The horse from yesterday. Was he here to try to puzzle her some more with puzzles and riddles? Was he here to be a annoyance to her? Probably. Does it matter? No. But she felt something off about him. Something off in his energy. Like it wasn't the same vile thing she dealt with yesterday, but still, she felt pestered by him already. "So tell me. Here to try to charm me again only to fail again?" She spoke, no mood in her tone, no expression on her face. She seemed unannoyed on the outside. But in her head she was ready to hear something to the effect of 'What you mean, love?' She mentally rolled her eyes. Love? Seriously. What little nickname. One that could never apply to her, in any way. She snorted, and waited for his response, though she wasn't going to wait around all day. She had more important things to do.
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Post by Vel on Feb 24, 2011 8:27:39 GMT -5
Dexter ___________________________
The stallion lifted his long head when he heard her speak to him. What was she saying? Dexter had never met this mare once in his life. Perhaps she was mistaken. He was sure that he was a horse who could be mistaken for another, but there was a doubt since he had paint markings that no other would have. Then again, he may have a doppleganger out there somewhere. Now wouldn't that be something? It would be interesting, and a bit weird, to meet a horse who looked exactly like he did.
"Pardon?" he asked, making sure he had heard her correctly. For a minute he even looked around, just to make sure that there was no one else there who she was talking to. Nope. He seemed to be the only one here beside her. "I think you must be mistaken miss." he informed her. "I don't think I have ever met you in my life before. Perhaps you have me confused with someone else?"
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 24, 2011 16:52:09 GMT -5
Miss? She looked at the stallion. He looked liked exactly like the stallion she saw yesterday. Every marking. And yet he said miss? The stallion from yesterday would of called her love. And this stallion claimed not to know her. And yet, the stallion from yesterday seemed like the kind that wouldn't forget a victim. She stared for a moment. But she was sure this was the same stallion. Never has she confused one for another. And this stallion seemed completely different from yesterday. She didn't say anything, feeling her own confusion sit in her mind. Was there twins? Or was it possible he had another living in him, like multiple personality or something. But she felt so sure and unsure this was him. How was that possible? She stood there, her head turning. "Sorry. I guess you may be right." Though that first word, if she said them were, they were usually a lie. But that was unclear at moment. But what was clear was that her tone was thick with her confusion. How can one be the same and yet different from one day to the next?
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