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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 18, 2011 21:43:40 GMT -5
The young femmora slowly paced down the seemingly endless forest, dust and leaves trailing behind the pattern of ebony hooves, covering her darkened pillars in a thick coating of dust. The soft whipcord followed, a tangled cascade of purple, ebony, and brown trailed behind her feminine physique. Icy blue optics scanned the dense forest, she was alone (for now that is). The small demoness skidded to a complete halt, the dust covering the entire length up her pillars and her belly. Bellatrixa's eyes darted back and forth, she hated being alone. The fae let out a small whinny, the soft, musical audios fading into the breeze.
Bellatrixa sighed, her day was a complete drag, she had already explored most of the isola, there was almost nowhere for the feminine to go! She slowly proceeded forward, she might as well take a quick pace around the forest. The mare swished away a purple lock of mane from her face and proceeded forward slowly, could life get any more boring? Was that even possible?
OOC; Faill. XDDD
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Sept 18, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -5
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Insanity stood still in the shade of thick trees of the Allevare. The black raven hues of his dark mass still stood out in the darkness of such a place. This was no place for the monster to stand, though fitting at the same time. It was dark here. Very dark. A place like this should be that of happiness, but devil controlled the things of passion and things that only demons could commit. Things that did consist in his blackened soul, if the brute had a soul. The devil only held his bones and flesh animated. Why was the dark demon here? He didn't even know. He let his legs carry him, not actually minding his step. He need to have prey of some sort, and he wasn't a lie and wait kind. The bitter taste on his tongue laid there from not having the metallic warmth of crimson substance to cross it. He wanted to feel the violent pull of someone try to fight him, then loose strength and life. He wanted to feel the pulse drift away, hear the heart's dreaded song just stop by his own choice. He enjoy to watch them suffer. It wasn't just about the ending of life. It was about the pain. Euphoric pain. Such things made his bones ache. Such a wonderful thing pain was. A painted, wicked smile remained permanent on his face, unmoving, not even twitching, though the real lips were pulled down in his boredom. But yearning would be answered. It was quiet where he stood, easily seen as eerie. A whinny, musical, light, soft, innocent sound. Such an easy target to have. A perfect victim. He moved, lips matching the painted, lurking to the darkness. He didn't want to be seen. Not yet. He need to see his victim. He needed to plan how he'd kill them. It wasn't long before the blood stained-gold eyes fell on dark colored female. Weak in such a place for him. Muscles grew taunt. Killing may not what he needed here. He could smell the wreaking scents of where others mixed their bloods. But he didn't mix blood. He made infectees. He held to be a cancer. He didn't make a movement forward yet. He was sitting still. He wasn't going to move till the right moment.
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[/color] Muse: The Devil Animates What He Willed Into Being Out Of His Own Insane Demise...
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OOC: ...
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 18, 2011 22:37:32 GMT -5
The fae sighed as no response returned to her ears, though there was an eerie feeling, as if she was being watched. The vixen paused, her pillars slightly shook in fear. Bellatrixa's ocules darted around the trees, searching for any sign of life, but they failed to discover anyone. The femmora's eyes faded into a worried expression, this feeling left her feeling so helpless and frightened. She shook it off and slowly proceeded forward, hoping nothing would ambush her from behind (or any other angle, of course). She cleared her throat, the trees hiding everything from her sight. The forest was dark, very dark, and Bellatrixa hated that. Her darkened brown coat keeping her slightly concealed, though her icy eyes and purple highlights in her tassles and whipcord gave her away.
Bella had never been the scared type, but this frightened her to near insanity.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Oct 29, 2011 18:23:20 GMT -5
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The dark clad figure held utterly still, spotting colors through thick leaves and branches. The raven hues shined as his skin twitched for movement. He has held still for all too long than it had bothered the skin he bore without care towards it. The stallion stepped out from the tick cover, careful to not make much noise. He wanted the best angle of attack. The nostrils quivered in the silent release of air , as his calmness in his soon to be caused calamities upon his next victim. Mind didn't race in plans, as one had already been selected. The fermions had leaked their way into his mind. But even then, he was still conscience in his control. His attack is swift, he knew. It will all depend on this mare's reaction and corporation that will decide her fate as dead now or die later. He soon fell in her path, walking quickly behind her, gaining ground. He suddenly burst forth ward her once he know he was going to be in her hearing range. Even he knew she couldn't have a fast enough reaction time for her to predict his attack. Sharpened hooves tried to hit the cannon bones of her hind legs and teeth bared to find flesh on her rump.
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[/color] Muse: The Insanity Is Slowly Starting To Resurface...
Word Count: 214...
OOC: R A P E! GET YO' HANDS AWAY FROM ME! XD Well, no rape yet...
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Oct 30, 2011 4:39:01 GMT -5
It all happened too quickly for the young femme's mind to accurately grasp the events that fell into place at that particular scene. Keen audits shot back as she heard a stir in the forest, but it was too late. A sharp cry escaped from her kissers as she felt her hind cannon bones nearly snapping in two as they were pierced by the sharpened hooves of a savage beast that the fea had yet to even lay eyes upon. She felt the monster's ivories sink into her rump, a sharp pain swiftly following as she collapsed to the filthy forest floor. Ocules slowly made their way to gaze upon the attacker. Bellatrixa quickly studied him, laying on her right side, using all her power to ignore the pain. The small fea instantly noticed the strange chains over his raven face, his cold amber ocules and painted Chestire grin. It puzzled her slightly to see such a strange equine, for she had never seen such curious markings before. Then she remembered what was happening. She attempted to stand, trying to make herself look like she was in a less weakened stated than she honestly was in (which was slightly poor from her hind legs). She felt as if she should have fought back (though she knew she didn't stand a chance to this very large brute).
'I suppose it is worth a try...'
[/color] the fea thought, also focusing on ignoring the pain. She pinned her audits flat upon her cranium, extending her neck to attempt to plant a bite upon his own raven-pigmented neck. She quickly collapsed back to the terra, her own pillars too weak to support her weight. Bella gritted her teeth at this, she was greatly frustrated at this feeling of fear and helplessness that came upon her. What sort of terrible sins could she have done to deserve anything as terrible as this?
Character; Bellatrixa
Muse; Rocky...
Word Count; 317
OOC; Bella is such a loser XDD
Music; No music... OH NOES! D:
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 6, 2011 1:33:07 GMT -5
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Insanity snorted at the fallen mare, tossing his head for a moment, bored of her laying there. The gold-blood stained eyes fell on her. There was a odd calm in his demeanor in his act. This calm was so out of place. It didn't belong in a normal horse if they committing the act he was. But the mare just laid there, staring at his face. A annoyed snort arose from him as teeth absent mindedly snapped together as she stood. As she tried to snap at his neck, which she gripped for a moment before she fell once more. Growing frustrated in the creature, he reached down to the crest of her neck, biting down hard, grinding his teeth, tugging her up. He kicked at her, trying to get her back to standing. Snorting in his aggravation, he knew he wouldn't stop tearing at her, kicking at her till she stood or was close to dieing. Then he would just kill her out of necessity. The stiff chains on his face chinked quietly and tightly over his face as his slightly shaped head was grown into the chain wrap of his previous life already.
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Word Count: 196...
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 6, 2011 20:35:25 GMT -5
The fea was forced to rise as his ivories closed over her crest. She didn't want to protest against the brute, who easily towered over the small small fea. She shuffled her feet as he kicked at her to keep her standing up. Bellatrixa focused on keeping the weight off of her hind legs as he abused her, blood dripping on the ground around her. She looked up at him, with curious eyes and audits pricked towards the raven pigmented stag. She dreaded what he would do to her next, but she she couldn't help but be curious as to why he would want to do such an insane act to an innocent fea such as herself. She flicked her ebony tail, the violet and pink streaks tangling with the charcoal even more. She decided to try and stay calm, there was no need to speak, since he probably wouldn't care about what she had to say.
Character; Bellatrixa
Muse; Mehhh....
OOC; MAAAAAH! They were advertising to meet the Yo Gabba Gabba cast.... WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WANT TO MEET PEOPLE IN COSTUMES THAT COULD RAPE YOUR CHILDREN. O.o
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