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Post by KatiieColours on Mar 2, 2011 7:48:58 GMT -5
ASYLUM. [/color][/size] Thank god it was spring.
Last winter had been one of the harshest winters this brute had ever endured in his 10 years of dark life, and it wasn't like he was the sort of equine that cried when his hooves got a little cold - no, he was a survivor. His battle scars could tell you that.
Pelt, still a little rugged from the winter was beginning to shed, revealing a glossy onyx coat beneath, his lengthy mane knotted and tangled - not that he cared in the slightest. It fell, dishevelled over his chiselled features, shielding one of his glittering garnet orbs from the light spring sun that was battering it's way through the clouds. Taking a deep breath in of the spring ether, the scent of blood, fear, and dark ignited a burst of adrenaline through his black veins.
He wasn't in top form, still a little skinny from the winter his ribs could be seen under his mass of dark fur, yet the muscle on his neck, chest and rump had always remained. His scars, unsettling to most, could be seen with ease in the sunlight - his worst, around his mouth. Asylum had had them since birth. Two, deep, silver tinged with red scars ran from each corner of his mouth, giving him the impression that he was permanently smiling - in a sinister, satanic way. That was why most horses gave him some space. It could also be from his wicked glare, which sent most equines running home with their banners tucked between their legs.
A low rumble erupted from his throat as a young stag ventured too close, lashing out like a snake with gleaming ivories, breaking the skin on the stranger's rump and letting the crimson flow, a little running into his mouth, staining his velveteen muzzle. With a high pitched squeal the colt ran for his life, bucking and bronking as he did so.
His life-long smile extended, eyes smouldering demonically. He wanted to find someone, or something to play with.
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Mar 2, 2011 18:54:07 GMT -5
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the young mare squinted at the bright spring sun, she hated it. she loved winter with all the damage and pain it inflicted on others, and it made it much easier to chase down her victims. she hadn't killed something in awhile, and it was beginning to drive her mad. she needed to see that peaceful look that death brought. she didn't mind the snow or the cold, she hardly felt anything anymore. no pain physically or mentally. all her senses were deadened, numb.
she held her head high and sniffed the air, she could smell another horse in the area. it smelled like a stallion, she smirked as she thought of the fun she would have. nothing scared her, no one could do anything to frighten her. she'd been through hell. her beautiful colored pelt was marked with scars, but the long hair helped to hide them. she didn't care, it only helped add character to herself. how many others could have survived what she had. she was damned. it would have been far too easy for to just die. it seemed as if she couldn't, wouldn't die. she deserved it though.
finally she saw what she was looking for, the horse, the stag. she smirked once more before approaching. she quickly looked him over, he too was scared. he looked as if he too was smirking. any normal equine would have been afraid, but she wasn't. her long hair hid most of her scars, as did her tangled and knotted mane. ' well hello there ' she said flicking her tail as she stopped and stood a few feet away.
she assumed he would underestimate her too, just as her father had. she smirked again, this would be all too easy. he probably was looking to do the same thing she was, inflicted some pain on someone. maybe for once she'd have someone equally matched, maybe he'd put a real fight. and if she lost, if she died, it would be a blessing. but she wasn't going to go down, not without a fight. with her luck she'd probably not even receive a scratch and be forced to live in this horrible world. she was waited for him to make the first move, but she was beginning to get impatient. she needed to see someone in pain, she wanted to see that calm look in their eyes upon death. she stomped her hoof and flicked her tail, waiting.
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Post by KatiieColours on Mar 3, 2011 17:52:02 GMT -5
A scent rolled on the gentle breezes of spring, catching the brute's attention and making his dark radars perk considerably. Female. Dark. Oooh, just the way he liked it.
He turned to watch her approach, c.ocking his crown slightly at her smirk, shadowing it with one of his own - considerably bigger with the scars. She wasn't frightened, not in the slightest; this surprised him - most equines were far too fearful for their own good. Asylum had a strange perk, the fact he could smell fear, like, literally - he could taste it in the air, sense it's tiny reverberations in the ether, yet he got none of it from this vixen. Interesting.
Ruby eyes flickered once up and down her frame, licking his lips in a crude attempt to make her feel uncomfortable, though he hardly realised he was doing it. Pretty mare. Beautiful coat. Scarred, but that gave her the sort of pelt Asylum admired - it meant she had endured pain. Some say pain is just weakness leaving the body, and therefore Asylum was a fan of letting the blood flow. Sense of, crazy. Mmmhmm.
He barely realised she spoke, raising a brow, orbs smouldering satanically. A single drop of crimson escaped from his soft kissers, falling to the ground and staining a small pool of water, before he replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you little fae." grinning and revealing bloodstained ivories. A harsh chuckle fell from his lips as she stamped a dagger. They never learn.
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Mar 3, 2011 20:10:28 GMT -5
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The mare continued to stand there, not exactly the response she was wishing for. she was wishing for a more violent approach, but if he wanted to play like this, then so be it. she smiled again, relaxing her stance, trying not to seem so impatient. no no no no, this was all wrong, he wasn't scared of her. in fact he seemed to be trying to scare her. ha! impossible. he may as well give up on the scare tactics they weren't going to work. he seemed to much like her, it wasn't going to be good. she'd never met anyone quite like him before. she'd felt things she hadn't felt in a long time. was it, frustration? she wasn't sure. nothing was working and it wasn't right, damnit! she flicked her tail again, trying to 'snap out of it.' still she didn't feel fear, just other emotions she hadn't felt in a while.
she heard him speak to her, and she replied in her beautiful, melodious voice ' likewise. ' she watched a single drop of crimson fall from the stallion's kisser. she tried not to concentrate on it because she was hungry for some bloodshed. she shifted her weight impatiently. she needed to inflict pain, she needed to fill that hole in her chest. others needed love, but she needed pain to fill that gap in her chest where her heart should have been.
he seemed like he would understand pain. he had scars on his face, obviously i sign her endured pain. she liked to see that. she loved to make them relive that pain. just as everytime she looks into a creatures eye she sees her mother, the only thing that ever cared for her. she would never allow someone to care for her, nor would she ever care for someone, it only would end in more pain. that was the one thing she swore she'd never do.
the silence was driving her crazy, just get on with it already. one of them was going to die, or else inflict some serious pain. this just seemed to be a losing battle, she was intrigued by him. she'd never met anyone so much like herself, except her.. her father. ' what brings you here ? ' she asked in her sing-songy voice. she truly was curious.
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 21, 2011 8:44:02 GMT -5
ASYLUM.[/color] Her vocals were, exquisite, almost musical, serene. They were beautiful, like the mare, but in a different sense; it was as if her voice was used to lure you in, like the rattle of a python's tail, only to reveal the poison within. Interesting. It was unusual for Asylum to take interest in any equines, other than to kill of course, and this vixen was definitely enthralling.
A quiet rumble, sourced somewhere deep in his chest echoed out into the ether as the fae glimpsed longingly at the ruby droplets cascading from his parted lips, a harsh chuckle, as dark as the night breaking the intense pause before he spoke, "Hungry for something? A little bloodshed perhaps?" His dark eyes seemed to ignite, light dancing through them like the glint of a blade's edge at the mere suggestion of blood - his bloodlust knew no boundaries.
The mare was on edge, almost apprehensive for something, as if she was waiting for a movement, an initiation - what was her goal? Why was she speaking to him? No one spoke to Asylum, unless it was to beg for mercy, which never occurred. The brute knew nothing of compassion. Her sweet voice lulled him back to the present, and he replied swiftly, "Nothing particular, the scent of mares, fear and bloodshed made me wander in this direction. " That was Asylum, blunt and to the point: he never sugar-coated. Vocals, a little darker, more frustrated this time - he didn't know much of patience, he took what he wanted, regardless of whether the victim wanted it or not - reverberated throughout the clearing, "And yourself, little vixen, what brings you to these lands? And your calling? I always like to put a name to my newest toy." Eyes, now a dull coal, shone demonically as he began to circle her, aggravatingly slowly, almost leisurely; yet, somehow, he didn't want to hurt her... Well, he did, but it was difficult to know whether he associated all of his feelings with the need to inflict pain on others. His smile, large as always, extended, waiting for her response.
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