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Post by iz the great and powerful on Dec 6, 2011 2:59:13 GMT -5
Chrysanthemum [/center][/color] Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while
[/right][/color] The small fea appeared from a thick plume of smoke, she had just come from her favorite place to wander upon Isola, Allevare Mettono, where she had no success in finding another stallion to deceive. A soft sigh escaped from her maw as she slowly walked through the hilled grasslands of Belle Valle, hoping that she would gain some sort of attention here. Hears flicked about, her nares quivered as she attempted to locate any stag close by. The Reaper was not currently in the mood for games. She quickly made her way to where she was most visible to any creeping creature of the Isola.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! A spark of hope slowly rising from the ashes. ^^
Word Count !
Music ! MCR
OOC ! I did not put very much effort into this post sorry! XD
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Post by ~Snowy on Dec 6, 2011 4:14:24 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]~ Ra'Zac
- i refuse to lose... ====
- He wasn't exactly sure what it was that brought him here, but so far he was quite enjoying himself. it was the thought that ran through his mind as he lay the last kick against his opponent, a young brute that had made his day only a short moment ago when he had jealously stepped up to challenge the elder male for the favor of a lady. it wasn't ra'zac's fault that the other male couldn't flirt to save his life, and seeing the femme staring out in disbelief at her supposed suitor made the temptation of meddling too sweet to pass up. silver tongued lyrics had slipped passed his kissers and into the maiden's audits so smoothly, he had her wrapped around his dagger in only a matter of moments; it was an added bonus to see how flustered he'd gotten his weak competition as well. too bad the other stag couldn't recognize an elemental when he saw one, because now there he stood, boasting a lame leg from where he'd been paralyzed and a sightless left eye socket. the prize trembled nearby, her own optics wide with terror at the sight before her. it seemed to be hitting her now that the one she had been flirting with moments earlier was someone to be feared and not revered. he left them like that - perhaps it would teach them a valuable lesson later for use later on in life. meanwhile, he was off to locate his next challenge, perhaps this one would last longer and be more worthwhile than the one before it. the other challenger had been a nice warm up, but now the demon was ready for action, for something a bit more... productive instead of a quick stretch workout. walking through the summer filled terras of the belle valle, he figured it he'd have a pretty good chance at finding what he sought after. perhaps he'd even locate another femme, one more to his taste than the timid little filly from before. sure, he treated her as a gentleman would, but really he had no interest in her. she was too ditzy, too easily swayed. he needed a challenge, a vixen with a brain instead of a bodice... although it wouldn't hurt to have both.
the sunlight was shimmering down from on high to the green rich terra below when he reached the middle of the valley, a clear sky hanging above and a soft warm wind sweeping down from the north. there were no trees in this part of the belle valle, only expansive grassland for miles ahead in all directions. the occasional weed did grow here, or the more commonplace wildflower, but besides that there wasn't much color besides the azure heavens and the emerald tundra before him. at least that was the case, until a puff of gray black smoke entered his optic range. optics riveted in on the small figure walking from where the cloud had now dissipated, and a smirk of enticement snaked it's way over the stag's maw. a cloud of smoke... there was only one elemental breed he'd seen do that before. 'a reaper witch... wonder what she's doing here?' he wasn't a fool, he knew how dangerous reapers and grims were, but for now that only made the fae all the more enticing. unlike most vixens, reapers more than likely did have a mature mind about them, even an aura of deadliness that seemed to draw the obsidian monster into their grasp. he'd had dealings with reaper women before, and more often than not it was on the battlefield rather than the breeding grounds. by now every part of his being was screaming at him to run away, to leave the belle valle and save his own life. death was near, and instinct demanded survival. still. why not chat up this one reaper for now? she was a lovely thing from this distance, perhaps she was awaiting a reaper suitor. now that would be fun; a crazy ass stunt, but fun all the same. ra'zac had cheated death and its reapers before a couple of times, and he was certain he could do it again this time as well, if he played his cards right that was.
his decision made up, the demon whinnied to the mare in greeting, stretching out his pistons in a move made to show off his muscles as he cantered over to her. his trademark smirk played upon his velveteen kissers as he closed the distance between them, his boa arching gracefully. a few strides later, and he was almost face to face with the lady of death herself. he gave a half bow of respect, bending his nape down to the ground for a moment before his tones reached out to the air around them. my, my. what is this? the dark gentleman asked as he raised his dial back up, moving to stand at the reaper's shoulder. a damsel all alone and without protection? surely you are aware that monsters prowl this area? silver tongued decibels slipped down to reach out to her audits, hoping to catch her attention. you could get hurt by yourself... here he dropped a more subtle in tone of humor; hurt, a reaper, as if... with her powers, whatever they surely were, someone could get hurt, but it would be she who was dishing out the pain. still, he played the part of the unknowing suitor. he wanted to see how long he could drag this out before she became suspicious. let the games begin.
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Dec 6, 2011 7:48:02 GMT -5
Scarecrow
Move your body when the sunlight dies!
Everybody hide your body from the Scarecrow![/color][/right][/size]
.X. Lifeless charcoal ocules swept across his general area, it was pretty simple in the matters of what he was looking for. Feas. That was his life-long duty, his drive was the soft whispers within the fathoms of his mind that told him to do such satanic things. Scarecrow's nares quivered at the scent of a vix not to far from where he was now, it was perfect. The patchwork brute's carefully placed foot-falls were completely silent as he made his way so he wasn't seen or smelled by any creature close to her. Thick desires to attack now and to rape later almost overcame the demon, but he had the control over himself to plan the perfect ambush. As he stood concealed behind a small patch of trees, something else caught his eye besides the beautiful fea. A stallion. Such an angering moment when you realize your mare has been occupied by another stag! Scarecrow silently flicked his creme-colored whipcord in annoyance, that was his mare! Though, as much as he wished to rip that stallion to shreds and have sex with the femme like there was no tomorrow, he remained in the shadows, waiting for the correct moment to pounce.
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Post by ~Snowy on Mar 19, 2012 5:18:51 GMT -5
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[/i] ** It would seem you won't get to play your little game in peace, you twisted demon. she hasn't even responded yet, and already you have competition for her attention. audits flicker backward, a snort escaping from the ebony stag's nostrils as a new scent enters the area. the all encompassing shadows may be helpful, but the slight wind was not on the stranger's side. still, he keeps up a charade, black orbs still focused on the lady that currently holds his attention. if push came to shove, he could always count on this pretty but extremely deadly reaper woman to deal with things... while he made a run for the forest when she was all but distracted. but in spite of that little fact, he hopes it wouldn't get to that; whilst the new stag was undoubtedly angered by the competition, ra'zac is half-way to cloud nine. not only does he have a reaper woman here, in heat, and seeking a stag, a perfect, pretty little game piece just standing around, but he now has a nemesis, a contender for the prize. this only makes the stakes better for him. oh, the deadly games we mortals play! are you so blind to the truth of your predicament? or do you have that much faith in your abilities oh arrogant one?
** So the predator waits, lets his prey come to him, all the while staring down the current holder of his attention. talons circle the lady of death, glancing and raking appreciatively over her figure, so delicate, so dainty in its build that it could draw in the most aggressive of suitors before they even knew what they were looking at. dark orbs, tainted windows to his already darkened soul, spark with live energy as the red rune glows, energy snaking over ebonite like lightning over the darkest of storm clouds. he's showing off, he knows he is. showing off to the woman, to the second suitor, to everyone in sight. navitas are rare, are so low in numbers they almost are at the same standing as the dia breed, and one of the more dangerous breeds. mortals stood not a chance if hit with one bolt of their uncontrolled, of their untamed energy. it would only be the navita from which the energy was borne that decided if someone was killed or only shaken up. ra'zac was proud of both his heritages for these reasons, these abilities; the arrat, dark demons of night, and the navita, the horses capable of controlling the most uncontrollable of elements. what navita could say they knew the night sky better than themselves? what arrat could claim to kill an enemy in the most painful of ways, electrocution? none, in both accounts. but the best conquerors keep secrets, trump cards, and for now, he will keep his half-blood a secret. night would approach soon, and should these two suitors chose battle, he wants to have his advantages.
** Dark hearted monster, deadly beast of secrets finally stills the arcs of energy that spread over his pelt, and the silver lyrics, the incubus song, rings out once more. "so, mi'lady, perhaps you would be so kind as to grace this dark knight with your title?" he asks calmly, standing next to her, close enough for her to feel the static texture in the air around him. its his greatest seduction, his most popular way to induce lust in his targets. most of the females he's come around, the ones in heat especially, seem to enjoy the sensation of electricity tingling their already heated nerves. perhaps his reaper woman, this personification of morta herself, was one of the majority. "i am called ra'zac." he adds, soft enough to be considered intimate, but loud enough for his rival to hear as well. he's patient, but he also wants to meet his enemy face to face soon. the dark warrior hears his blades cry for blood, but he waits still; eventually the dragon will come, and the real game can begin.
[/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] muse;; really could be better, but i managed. xD
word count;; six hundred sixty nine
ooc;; finally got this up! 8D ra'zac, you little fool, always the thrill seeker aren't you? x3
music;; 'castaway' by chasen... probably not the best song for this stallion, but hey. xD [/justify][/font][/size][/left][/color] [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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