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Post by Wolfie on Dec 7, 2011 20:50:44 GMT -5
 krovi.[/color][/font][/center] The summer heat subsided as the night crept onto the valley. The air was now almost crisp, and a light breeze fluttered against the body of the tall, black stallion who had wandered here in search of prey. The waves of the wind carried the soft scent of equine upon it, testing the stallion's patience. Yet he remained still and unmoved, his breathing soft. The cloak of night was dark and disguised the beast completely, and his long forelock hid his deep grey eyes, and small white marking.
This vampiric hellion represented everything sinful and forbidden, and he did so with the dignity of royalty. He was not ashamed of his diet, which consisted of the thick, pulsating blood belonging to his own race - equine. He possessed no restrictions and thus lived a life of his own, bound by no rules. The creature knew little of how he spawned, and had no parents or kin to speak of, but he did know he was interested extensively in the courtship, and then consumption, of his equine brethren. Perhaps it was wrong but he had no drawbacks, for he enjoyed his ways and especially he delighted in pleasing Valdis, the decorated leader of the Reapers.
Two weeks - it had been two weeks since he felt the fiber of sleek flesh in between his two long fangs, which had not been drawn since the event. They stayed protected under a lap of skin within his maw, and snapped out when he decided to strike, much like a venomous snake. He was not to be trusted, however hard it was to ignore him - his handsome appearance, his entrancing voice, his natural ability to fool others.
And so he waited, as he had been for some time, for a fly to get caught in his web.
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 7, 2011 22:28:13 GMT -5
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[/size][/i] The thick, strong musk of another stallion curled into the blood bay's nostrils, tail giving a strong cracking whip along his hocks. Raising his thick skull from the earthy crust of the cool night, mismatched eyes narrowed in the direction that the scent lingered and grew stronger further on.
Nostrils wrinkled slightly as his frustration grew as the bastard's brain began to register the common scent, a familiar and distinct scent within the other stallion's own musky fog. "Another Reaper." Though the words were no other than him thinking out loud due to the slight shock of finding his own kind among the mudblooded islanders. Was he to be excited? Only one way to find out, really.
In the cool night air, Kaiden began to stalk the darkened stallion silently, eyes ever so vigilant as nostrils trailed the scent and ears listened for the very slightest movement. Kaiden was in no mood to fight with this stallion, especially since it was his own breed, however the scarred stallion would in fact demolish the bastard if needed. He felt no remorse. No emotion other than slight amusement.
"It's not nice to sneak up on folks, you know." A slight distance between them as the brightly colored bastard spoke, the grey moon growing higher in the dark night sky giving only a slight red silhouette of the bloody colored mudblood. "I sense you're waiting for prey, no?"
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MUSE IC ! she wants revenge
MUSE ! TERRIBLE. i'm so rusty with his personality. apologies for the very short post!
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! i thought i'd bring my boy kaiden in 83
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Post by Wolfie on Dec 9, 2011 22:17:31 GMT -5
It did not take as long as Krovi thought for the scent of another equine to find it's way to his fine-tuned nares. His sense of smell, like a predator's should be, was unmatched by no other, then another Reaper. Who, he would find himself in the presence of as the guest showed himself. A stallion, who's coat was the color of mahogany and scent was deep almost like the scent of blood, his attitude shined through, and he began conversation as if with an old friend.
Interested peaked, Krovi smirked.
"I sneak up on no one, they sneak up on me." He said this casually, despite being on edge and near starved. "Another Reaper, you say?" The black stallion never talked with his own kind, in fact, his mother was the last Reaper he ever saw - and she tried to eat him, so it wasn't a good experience. It would be interesting to converse with this stag, even if it may be a testy conversation.
"So you are one too? Hmm, you do not hide very well. You must be hungry." Two hungry Reapers shouldn't be together, but Krovi believed this stallion was not pure to begin with. Not that purity mattered to him. In his eyes, a horse was a horse, and they all filled his belly the same.
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