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Post by Rigs on Mar 20, 2011 21:24:22 GMT -5
 elise Elise’s mother died about a week ago. The young mare still remembered the scavengers ripping off ribbons of hide and flesh from her mother. For some reason, the birds left the biggest impression. Their sleek feathers were pristine except for their heads, which they pushed into her body cavity and pulled out long strings of sinew. Well, the impatient birds anyways. The more compulsively clean specimens simply waited for a wild dog to pull something out, gnaw for a bit, get bored, toss it aside, and tear out a fresh piece. Then, when they were all full, all the animals would clean themselves obsessively and then go to sleep. Funny thing these scavengers: You’d think that they can’t afford to be picky, but then, they show themselves as the most finicky and fastidious of all the animals that she had ever seen. It was all very interesting.
Well, the thing was that after a couple of close calls and days of uncertainty, Elise realized that she simply could not live all out on her own. There was nobody telling her which grass was good or what was the best place to find shade or even where to wander to for time-wasting. She missed her mother, but that would be a tiny lie. What she missed really was structure in her day and someone helping her to live like a horse. She was lacking in the common sense department. But really, her mother just neglected to teach her a lot of things.
The Palomino had heard of this place from her mother—basically, the reason why they never came here was because horses always came here. Pretty backwards thinking really. Anyways, it was this little valley that sometimes other herds frequented to pick up the lost horses. The emerald stretch of land seemed promising when she came and it was fresh and green and everything tasted so good. The low grasslands were of the sort that horses grew like weeds on. Thankfully, out of all the days she could have entered the valley, she chose a rare dry spring day. The mud was still a bit soft, but Elise was a small horse, shorter than 14 hands.
The Chincoteague pony walked with her head up high and her tail flicking side to side in a cream colored toss. She shook her mane as well, as if to fix up her appearance a bit more. Surely being a pretty pony would make her all the more desirable, perhaps?
Still despite her large Palomino-colored patches across her sides and shoulders (for she was a paint) and her lovely and large amber eyes, she couldn’t exactly called beautiful. Naw. She was a bit swollen looking at her belly due to a diet of saltgrass from her year and a half on the beach with her mother and her tail was set low, and was shortish and thick looking—almost like a dog’s tail. Her back was at a slant, making her look like she was constructed on an uneven surface, with her hind legs setting a bit too high for her front.
For all her imperfection, however, she pulled off her look well. She looked sturdy, strong, and hardy enough to take on most anything.
She was Elise, standing with a dry expression on the slope down the valley. Her heart was beating a bit fast because she didn’t know what to expect. For her, uncertainty was the greatest gift. Her life, no matter what, would become something different. It was an experiment to get excited about.
((Elise is neutral alignment :3))
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Mar 21, 2011 13:14:11 GMT -5
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It had been some time since the voices has spoken inside his head, and even now as he ventured into Bella Valle, the voices remained as quiet as ever. Ears flicked back against the painted stallion's skull, his nostrils quivering ever so slightly as the scents of a million plus horses lingered within the trees he was walking through. With each step, his ears would flick, hoping something or someone would venture across his path, to take away the monotony that had become his life. Dodging fallen logs and budding trees, Hannibal skirted the sunlight that shimmered down from the treetops above. It was hard to not be in the sunlight, since the trees weren't covered fully with leaves, but he tried his best.
Finally, the hellion made it to the main meadow, where quite a few horses were, grazing upon the lush grasses that had grown since the snow had melted. Hannibal's head lifted ever so slightly, the regal stallion's ears tilting toward the soft snorts and friendly whinnies the horses emitted to each other. Flicking his tail, he set off at a trot, nostrils flaring as he took in the smells of the horses. Each head lifted quickly, noticing the dark paint heading toward them, then scattered like wild deer being chased by wolves. A malicious smile crossed Hannibal's muzzle, and he chuckled under his breath.
Brilliant blue eyes scanned the meadow again, falling upon a smaller, lightly painted mare. Ears twitched, and blue eyes danced with their evil fire. Suddenly, his mind became flooded with the insane voice that had been keeping him company. |
[/font] She sure is pretty... [pretty... yes... very pretty...]
I wonder if she'll be a good addition to the herd. [good addition... very good.. get her.. make her a SSLLAAVVEEE.] Hannibal's smirk turned into a half smile, and a friendly look flooded his face. He walked calmly toward Elise, blue eyes scanning over her slightly. Stopping before the small mare, he lowered his head, and smiled gently at her.[/font] Hello there, miss, Hannibal's words were unusually calm and sweet, perhaps it was a natural talent of his now to put on a front so he could gather more horses into Felwood's small herd. Ears flicked forward, and he shifted his weight slightly. Lowering his head, more gentle, deep tones escaped his throat, you wouldn't happen to be here... alone... would you?[/font] What in the world are you doing!? You aren't a damn Light! [light... not a light... be a dark, like you were born...] [/font][/center] Clenching his jaw slightly, Hannibal wanted to kick himself. Why was he being so nice?! Snorting gently, he lifted his head, staring down upon Elise, half tempted to just throw away the nice front he had put up and force her to go back to Felwood. What the hell was holding him back?![/size][/font][/blockquote] ( disturbia [RIHANNA] )
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( meet the evil hannibal!! (: )
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Post by Rigs on Mar 21, 2011 13:40:00 GMT -5
elise The dark paint had arrived at a proud-looking trot. It was enough to pique Elise’s interest. His contrasting markings and blue eyes made him look very different than any horse Elise ever saw—seeing as she spent most of her youth close to her mother and then isolated from anybody else on the beach for a year and a half. All she knew really was Palomino patches, but the scent and powerful image of the stallion attracted her immediately. She had never seen a stallion for a while, but had heard them, calling for their mares for all her life. She felt a little stupid. What else would she expect?
Thankfully, he seemed friendly enough and the sort to accommodate to her absent social skills. She didn’t mean to sound smart-alecky, but, to his question of whether she was alone or not, she replied, “Naw, I’m with you, ain’t I? So then, I’m not alone.”
She was uncertain about how all this herd business went along. But it seemed that pleasantries was a given. He had even lowered his head to her. She kept her ears pricked toward him and her eyes alert. Sharing her name seemed to be the obvious route to take and so she introduced herself. “Anyways, I’m Elise. My momma died ‘bout last week. It was cool.” She nodded quietly to herself, but had the urge to chew on something. She quelled the urge with a question for Hannibal, “So, who’re you, Mr. Blue Eyes?” Elise had a very blunt style of interacting with others; her voice was both sweet sounding and rude. So far, she had no idea about the mental mess underneath the stallion’s pleasant façade. She was easily duped anyways, as naïve as she was.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Mar 21, 2011 14:00:14 GMT -5
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She sure had some balls to speak to Hannibal with the tongue she had. Smirking down at Elise, Hannibal's blue eyes darkened ever so slightly, the fiery devil he was seeping through his veins, wanting to break the painted shell it was contained in. He held himself together, however; instead he glanced toward the blue skies, cursing the sun for beating down upon him in such a harsh manner. Eyes traveled back to the pony before him, and a hoof stomped the ground ever so slightly. |
[/font] Mr. Blue Eyes? I haven't heard that one since my first born son called me it so many years ago... [/font] a far away look entered his eyes, but as he shook his head, it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Brilliant blue eyes turned cold, as they rested upon the mare once again,[/font] my name, Elise, is Hannibal. I am surprised you're acting so... naive, as you are. Obviously wherever you were sheltered, your mother hadn't told you of me.[/font] The stallion moved so he circled her, and despite how small she was, his mind was made up. Ears flicked back, and as he circled behind her, he made sure to keep his distance from her hind hooves, knowing full well what other horses could do. After all, he had been around so many feisty mares before, he knew how hard one could kick if provoked. Even if this one was so much smaller than him. Coming back around to her side, that sinister aura surrounded him, and he nipped at her neck.[/font] You are to come with me, Elise. Anything else you want to say, can be said within Felwood. You'll soon find out that it would've been safter to stay within your sheltered life instead of wandering out here,[/font] Hannibal took a few steps before her, swishing his tail. Looking behind him at the litlte painted mare, nostrils flared at her.[/font] And I would highly suggest you not try to run. I have minions here that would chase you down in a heartbeat, and let me tell you... the punishment for running is worse than death.[/font] Fire danced along his body, in small circles, as his blue eyes vanished to display hellfire dancing within. As the Devil's minion blinked, the fire vanished, leaving behind Hannibal's blue eyes staring at Elise. Turning his head, he walked ahead, ears flicked back for the sound of the mare's hooves behind him. He would know if the small mare fled, even if he wasn't watching. [/size][/font][/blockquote] ( misery business/rude boy [PARAMORE/RIHANNA] )
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( you can have her run if you want. :3 if you really wanna see hannibal's evil side )
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Post by Rigs on Mar 21, 2011 14:21:29 GMT -5
elise Hannibal. That was an intriguing name. It wasn’t anything like Salty or Elise. But he seemed to have a reputation around these parts. And it happened to be a reputation that Elise knew nothing about. She wondered if her ignorance wounded his pride or something because he got, as Elise would say “real uppity” after that. And that made her realize that perhaps growing up in isolation with only her mother as company probably set her back by a lot. Immediately, she began to miss her mother even more, if only for the fact that at least she had someone telling her what to do so that she didn’t get herself into too much trouble. Still, this Hannibal was a fun stallion. Much larger than she was and that was another thing she was awed by. It had been a long time since she saw a horse that was significantly taller than she was… up close. In fact, he stood parallel to her so that their sides almost touched.
His body seemed to radiate an aura, but she saw it much in the same way as she saw her mother: a source of body heat and temperament problems. And then, he nipped at her neck, which made her jumpy. She withdrew from him out of surprise rather than any real pain. It was a bit of a dominance thing, she reasoned because he followed it with a command. She shrugged and replied, “I’ve nowhere else to go, anyways. Might as well.” She tossed her head and flicked her tail and followed his swishing tail. She was content to follow him, but she wondered just what would happen if she did run away.
However, something about his long swishy tail was very enticing and she trotted quickly to catch up to him and she took the hair in her mouth and started chewing on it. Her mother had a terrible tail because of the fact that her daughter chewed on it, but mostly Elise suckled on the empty teats, having never been properly weaned. She tugged a bit on the hairs of Hannibal’s tail and pulled out a good many strands, but not enough to really affect the fullness of his tail. She spit it out and said, this time intentionally smart-alecky, “Got yer tail!” The Chincoteague pony had a playful glow in her eyes. Suddenly, she seemed like a four year old foal.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Mar 21, 2011 14:47:11 GMT -5
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Hannibal's head bobbed slightly at the mare's words, only half-hearing them. Above, an eagle called out, and an ear tilted toward the sound. Snorting, the hellion wanted to send fire at the bird, for it's annoyance, but withheld his attacks. Another flick of his tail, and he winced as some of the hairs were pulled out by Elise. Stopping and turning his head to look at her, a smirk crossed his maw. Fire danced down his tail, consuming it and making it spark to life with fire. An ear tilted toward the mare, as he flicked the fiery mass toward her muzzle, hoping to at least burn her a bit for messing with his tail. |
[/font] I highly suggest you not try to do that again,[/font] Hannibal hissed out, as his tail turned back into it's normal black color. Snorting at Elise, he turned his body, so that he was next to her. Nipping at her shoulder this time, he then moved behind her, nudging her rump so she would continue on.[/font] C'mon. To Felwood we go.[/font] Hannibal stood for a mere moment behind her, considering just dropping the painted façade, but shook his head as he passed her, heading once again toward Felwood. Hannibal half wanted this mare to run off, to at least behave the wrong way, just so he could show her what he was capable of.[/size][/font][/blockquote] ( not afraid [EMINEM] )
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Post by Rigs on Mar 21, 2011 19:14:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,473,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/33z4sn9.png] Elise didn’t expect flames to travel down his hairs and into her mouth. The burning sensation took her by surprise and she let loose a wild whinny as she bounced backwards, spitting out any hairs that stuck to her mouth, only to find that now, they were flames. His correction was harsh and enough to remind her to mind herself and her obsessive desire to nibble on his tail. Her mouth was sore now and her lips were tender and reddened, but his fire wasn’t enough to cause her skin to blister. Still, she made her ears flat against her skull and watched him carefully, never letting him out of her sight. Due to the burning sensation still on her lips, her words sounded thicker than usual when she asked, “How’d ya do that?” She was such a naïve little thing. She had never heard of a horse able to magic fire out of nowhere.
She was still licking at her lips and some drool frothed on her maw as a result. Her amber eye was keen on his fiery tail and she watched the flames die down until his tail was just like it was before. She waggled her short, thick tail and it swept the top of her hocks, but just barely. Okay, I can’t do the fire thing. Hannibal slid alongside her and nipped at her to move onward and then he jogged behind her to nudge her again. He then walked ahead for her to follow again, the tail still enticing her to bite at it. Not that she wanted to anymore anyways. Nope, now she wanted to see his fire come out.
“Hannibal. Do it again. C’mon, the fire thing.” She stopped and wiped her mouth on her shoulder before backing up slowly. “I’ll go if you show me.” She sped up her reversed walk and the distance between the stallion and the mare widened. “I wanna see.” Her words still sounded a touch thick due to her pained mouth, but she was the sort of horse that neglected to understand that boundaries were set for a reason and that the entire world did not bend to her will.
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