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Post by Wolfie on Mar 27, 2011 20:23:00 GMT -5
 krovi.[/font][/color][/center] It wasn't uncommon for the ink black monster to slither far from his home. It was how he kept food in his toxic stomach. Reapers knew too well of his taste in flesh.. equine. Sweet, glorious, filling. Not that he often ate them. It was their blood he pawned for, lucious and forbidden. Sometimes Krovi played with them, nearly courting, but the sweet flirtatious mares always proved too much, and in the end, his long teeth sunk into their sweet smelling pelt.
He was a snake, staying away and being detatched - then striking suddenly, sour venom dripping from his fangs. His last meal was over a week ago, and every small wave of equine aroma that wafted into his nostrils made his whole body shiver. At this point in his hunger cycle he'd even go as far as to eat his own lady.. Valdis. How wonderful her pure, regal blood would be.. his stomach tightened and begged at this thought. To have her sleek, voluptious flesh in his teeth.. he shook such thoughts from his mind, and backed deeper into the deep shadows, waiting like a spider for easy prey. Come on, fall into my trap..
There were few horses Krovi had down as 'forbidden' to him, even when he yearned the most. In fact, only one came to mind - Morrigan. He had known the mysterious and moody mare for about a year now, and befriended her as he never had any other. She was different, cold and heavily detatched, disdainful and uncaring. He enjoyed her company, though at times like this he wanted her as far away as possible. If she came 'round now, when he was this hungry, could he hold back?
What a monster he had become.
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Post by Vel on May 27, 2011 21:26:25 GMT -5
Crowley sauntered through the land with his eyes closed as he hummed a tune loudly to himself. This is what he did daily as of lately; wander around Isola Dei Dei with his feline-like optics plastered shut as he hummed himself songs he had heard years ago. He had been around so long on this planet, on this island, that he needed new ways to entertain himself. This just happened to be one of those ways. He could go on for a couple hours like this before he opened his eyes to see where his legs had taken him. One would think that Crowley would trip and stumble, but he had some strange sixth sense that enabled him to either pick his path around object, or step over them.
The ebony stallion finally opened his yellow eyes when the wind carried a new scent to him. It was that of a fellow equine, one of his breed. A Cheshire smile crept up on his face. This would be interesting. It was not a scent that he recognised. It almost surprised him to find more Reapers on this island after all his years. Then again h tended to stay out of the social circles, except for that in the herd he led. Hell, even he did not know that much about the inner workings of his herd seeing as he never saw them except a couple times every other week.
It did not take Crowley long until he saw the fellow stallion a few strides ahead. The stallion looked oddly familiar, but Crowley still couldn't place him. Perhaps it was one of those new herd members he never really paid any mind to. "Why 'ello there chap!" he greeted as he halted to lounge against a tree. "I haven't seen you 'round here, or anywhere now that I think of it, before." he mentioned as he waited for the stag to interact with him.
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