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Post by iz the great and powerful on Oct 4, 2011 1:40:07 GMT -5
Small grooved ears swiveled forward, the openings facing the beautifully hideous lands in which she was present. This was Territorio Dei Morti. Her painted windows to one's soul carefully scanned the dead terra, the lovely genocide was her home, but it seemed most of her herd was currently absent. She slowly advanced, she felt as if she hadn't been home for so long! If only she hadn' been a wandering whore(which she most likely couldn't help).
Chrysanthemum didn't bother to call out. Besides, it would've a) given her position away, b) she most likely wouldn't receive a response in return, and c) it wouldn't be a surprise to her twisted family of demented equines! She swiftly rolled her brown optics in frustration and annoyance, where the hll could they be?! She was glad that she was finally home though, she enjoyed the slightly more 'relaxed' state.
The fae had been away from her home for nearly a year, this would be a big surprise for most of the herd(since most of them most likely forgot she ever existed). A deviant smirk spread across her ebony lips, she could care less if this went well, but besides, what could've gone wrong?
The demoness slowly proceeded deeper into the terra of the Territorio Dei Morti, her unusually long whipcord collecting stains of blood and other substances from the dirty ground. She ignored it, though she usually hated when that happened, Chrysanthemum was home, and she could care less about something as diminutive as what dragged across the earth behind her.
OOC ! This was terrible XDD
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Post by Vel on Oct 7, 2011 8:25:02 GMT -5
It had taken a few visits from his dear brother to convince Sebastian to come back to his 'home land', Territorio Dei Morti. It had been years since the sleek stallion set foot i nthis land. It was almost like he remembered. Everything was covered in a canvas of darkness, the scent of death looming over the land like an ominous cloud. This was definitely not a safe place to be for any equine who did not know their way around this deadly realm.
From what his brother had described, the old leader of this land had since passed on, leaving the ruling of this land to some mere filly who was nothing more than a hormonal, hot headed teenager. Crowley had of course then gone on to describe how it had been too much for her little mind to burden and she left, leaving Crowley in control of the land. Sebastian knew that Crowley would, in fact, make a good leader, but he tended to piss almost everyone off and never stuck around in one place for too long. What Sebastian had gathered was Crowley did try to govern the diminishing herd, but then he would take to wandering five days out of the week, only returning twice to check up on everyone.
The stallion halted in his tracks as his crimson optics locked on a lithe figure as she made her way trough the land. Who was this? Sebastian did not remember her from the old days, but she looked as if she knew where she was going. Perhaps she was a new member of this herd, or was a returning wanderer like he was. Nevertheless, Sebastian was curious and lengthened his already large stride until he was catching up with her.
His carefully placed footfalls caused no sound to be heard from the fae as he approached her, the rest of his body moving with a cat-like grace. If there was one thing that Sebastian and his dear brother Crowley had in common, it was hoe they carried themselves (minus the fact Crowley was a bit over dramatic and over flamboyant about his own movements). What finally gave the large stallion away was the cawing of a crow as it swooped over his head, almost as if it was trying to race him to some decaying rabbit that was near the trunk of a tree several strides ahead. "They say that's a bad omen." Sebastian finally spoke up as his eyes were locked on the black bird, knowing the fae had recognized him.
OOC: this fails XD
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Oct 13, 2011 3:27:37 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
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The hideous scent of rotting souls and flesh filled the small fae's nostrils, her senses enjoying and despising it simultaneously. A soft smirk spread across her ebony maw, her brown ocules failing to detect a presence concealed within the thick canvas of the fathomless wooded area. Her hardened grey palettes slowly made their way across the ashen soil, her sculpted cranium slightly turning to either side, her ocules searching for one of her fellow Reapers. This was not unusual in the manner of major difficulty finding another one of the herd members in Territorio Dei Morti, for most of it's wicked inhabitants were wanderers damned to live on the earth for all eternity, unless, that is, they were killed and sent to their true abode in hell. Not to mention the number of her kind was slowly dwindling. This deeply frustrated the petite femme, she wished to find someone of her kind to see as to how things may have changed around the rotten terra.
As her thin pillars slowly proceeded, the sound was pierced by the flapping of ebony feathered wings across the misted sky. The fea's feminine bodice swiftly turned, her audits following towards the masculine voice, revealing a regally built ebony stag, his bloody colored ocules locked on the raven pigmented fowl which had recently swooped over his cranium. The feminique's apprehension tasted his words, sampling the flavors of his superstitious remark. The shocked expression upon her face slowly died away and was reformed into a sophisticated facade, hoping to make a pleasing impression upon her own self.
'I suppose so.'
[/I] the fae softly muttered, eyeing the feathered animal as it slowly faded into the fog. 'My humble apologies, for not appropriately greeting you, my good sir.' The fea added, her ocules glancing back toward the stag, studying the details of his ebony bodice.
Chrysanthemum was attracted to the manner in which he arrived, though she failed to ignore the fact in which there was a slight memory attached to the stag, but her mind could not grasp the threads in which he was attached to. She admired the mystery which he used to temporarily keep his identity a secret until the two equines were able to fully and appropriately introduce each other.
The fae slowly took a cat-like step closer to the stallion, so she was standing a few lengths ahead of him, her whipcord trailing in a cascade of curled flaxen and pink. She wished to gather more knowledge about the stag and the recent happenings of the herd called Morti, which was currently familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! Rocky...
Word Count ! A lot xD 448
Music ! MCR
OOC ! I rambled :3
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Post by Vel on Oct 14, 2011 21:12:18 GMT -5
"Its a bit funny how they fear death as much as they do." he said, talking about every other horse on the island as his eyes remained locked on the ebony birds. "Just saying the word around them causes a tinge of fear to grow within the back of their mind. 'When am I going to die? Is my soul really worth anything to this one?' are the questions that pop into their heads. They can be such pathetic creatures." he continued, his hauntingly calm, soft voice permeating the silence. There were times when Sebastian would say things that might not make sense to other horses, bit they made sense in his own mind. That was definitely one trait he shared with his dear brother, the leader of this herd. Whether or not this fae decided to interpret his words in one way or another was of no concern to him. She could do what she pleased with his words as her mind tried to process them.
Her own voice then added to the conversation to come as she apologized for not 'appropriately' greeting him. A smirk played on his lips at her words. As if any greeting was 'appropriate', especially the one that he sprung upon this femme. And what was with the use of the word 'sir'? It made Sebastian feel as if he had some power over her, a rank far exceeding her own. Perhaps he did in a sense. It was good to know that he could make a complete stranger look upon him with some level of respect, or fear. Perhaps it was respect out of a fear for some kind of authority. One could never know these days. Horses' psyches were so strange and twisted that for every little thing they did there could be a million different reasons as to why they did it and what they hoped to accomplish from expressing their thoughts through words or an action.
"No need to apolgise to me, miss" he said, returning the use of a title of some authority just to humour the girl. "Who is to say your greeting isn't appropriate? These days it seems like anything goes." Sebastian added, a slightly mischievous glint in his coy, knowing eyes. He always spoke so calmly with a humble, yet overly satisfied demeanor about him. It was almost sickening the way he put himself off as some oxymoronic humbly proud being, a real devil in disguise. It was times like these when he used his brother's way of thinking to encounter other equines. It made things much more... interesting.
Sebastian quickly took note of the mare moving forward ever so slightly, inching closer to him. She was curious. It was strange how he had this natural, alluring look to him. Perhaps it was a family trait. He enticed other horses with his graceful, felinesque movements and his overall tempting aura of something so sinful that it should only be tested. He drew them in to investigate the forbidden fruit before he would pounce. Beside the way his strange personality radiated off him, his looks were something that drew the other horses in. He had a strange beauty to him, almost as if he were too good to be true at times. He had once been described as an angel. No, a fallen angel. A sinfully beautiful angel who had fallen from the sky into the depths of hell. There was no way that an angel could have such a look in his eyes unless he were tainted by sin.
Muse: Gewd
OOC: maaaah
Music: E.T. - Katy Perry
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Oct 17, 2011 0:12:55 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
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The stag's next words slightly puzzled the small femme, but as her mind started to play with the words, it slowly made sence. She assumed the brute was speaking of the other horses on the island, since there were no other creatures as intelligent yet as ignorant as the equines on this particular isola. The fea slightly nodded her elegantly sculpted cranium, 'It is quite humorous indeed,' she muttered after the stallion finished his first sentence, she was slightly shaken that he changed the subject, 'The other inhabitants of this island can fear death much more than necessary, it is a pity to see them at war with themselves, lacking the ability to ignore the act of pondering within themselves and wondering where their weak souls shall drift throughout the universe. They have very weak bodies and souls, which makes it such a great pity to watch them run around as if they were still pathetic ignorant foals.' she added, she felt as if this was an apropriate responce, though she wasn't exactly sure of the amount of accuracy of her response.
A smirk played upon her maw as the stag used a title of authority to humor her with the imitation of her own speech. The fea looked up into his crimson ocules as he added about appropriate greetings, though she felt as if her greeting was most rude, she ignored that, 'Thank you, and I do suppose that is true.' she replied, agreeing with his knowledge. The fea hoped he would introduce himself soon, she despised not having any information on this mysterious stallion, but she didn't want to pry, for she felt as if she was intruding after she had wandered for four seasons.
The femme had wondered whether or not she had made a goo impression upon the stag, she wished that he would admire her enough to even remember her name, or even fuck her. A pervy and slutty alter ego came over the small fea, disappearing as soon as it emerged. Some equines thought of her as a divine thing, her inner beauty was tainted though by the sin of lust, her mind becoming stained by her alter ego who was formed and poisoned by sex. Chysanthe was usually under complete control of her alter ego, though there was something about this particular stallion which caused it to emerge from the back of her mind where it was shoved to.
A sudden urge to gather more information on the stag came over her mind, she couldn't help but ask, 'I do not wish to pry, but may I ask who you may be exactly?' the words slipped from her maw. She was slightly embarrassed that she was being at the least bit rude to the stallion, which was not her intention in any manner.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! Rocky...
Word Count ! A lot xD 466
Music ! No music *oh noes* D:
OOC ! --
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Post by Vel on Oct 21, 2011 11:23:23 GMT -5
A smirk played on the stallion's lips as the mare continued to speak her mind on the matter of the subject. Perhaps there was more to her than he originally thought. Even with his own kind it was hard to find intelligent individuals who could carry on a conversation with a deeper meaning like this. It was always the older Reapers and Grims who were able to do so. As much as Sebastian hated to admit it, his brother Crowley was one of these intellectuals who he, at times, enjoyed talking to. Sebastian would probably seek out Crowley more often if they were not related and did not share quite a history. The only other equine in the godforsaken land that he would actually enjoy talking to was his brother's friend Lucy. Of course, Sebastian had only met the girl once and already thought very highly of her. Despite what he often said, Sebastian knew that his brother had good taste.
Perhaps with the addition of this mare the Reaper kind would bump up a step in intellect. As far as Sebastian was concerned, many of the horses who were in this herd were not even worthy of calling themselves a Reaper. The leader of this land (or previous leader, or maybe she was the current leader, Sebastian could never be sure) was far too naive to even think about leading such a herd. At least Crowley had persuaded himself to take over and set the herd straight. Of course, knowing Crowley, Sebastian figured that the yellow-eyed demon wandered aimlessly around doing what ever his little heart desired. The only thing that he brought to this herd was a bit of hope and some intriguing members.
"I admire the ones who can laugh in the face of Death, yet they are very stupid for doing so. As invincible as they may think that they are, they will all perish in the end. Horses like them do not know how fragile they really are. The ones of us with unique abilities like the Zunden, Nyfrio, and countless others have a better reason to mock death, but even they have fairly easy lives to end. It is quite amusing to see how they end it, mostly from their own doing as you have stated my fair lady."
"What they should truly fear are the ones who can snatch up their delectable souls. If there is one fate worse than death, it is the ones of us who can tear the souls away from their cold, dead bodies. Then again most souls I encounter are not worth savouring and they are let go to the beyond where they then choose their own destinies. There are very few souls that I have come across that I crave with a burning desire, hoping to savour the taste when their earthly bodies perish." Sebastian finished, adding on to what she had to say. It was funny how he could meet a horse like her and start a conversation without knowing anything about her, not even her name. to him, it did not really matter. She was just a way to pass the time for now, seeing as he had quite a bit of it.
Sebastian's eyes locked on her own as she finally asked him who he was exactly. "I could ask you the same thing, miss." he said, still not dropping the slight mockery of proper titles. That damnable smirk danced back onto his velvety maw as he took a few seconds to answer her. "I can be nothing more than a shadow you pay no mind to, or I can be your worst nightmare." he answered her. "But since I believe you genuinely would like to know, most call me Sebastian." he finished, his smooth voice penetrating the thick air around them.
Muse: Gewd
OOC: Why do I LOVE playing my Reapers so much? XD
Music: DoLL - TERRA + Built For Sin - Framing Hanley
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Oct 24, 2011 16:28:27 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
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'Our kind is known and feared for that reason, taking the souls of the dead, then devouring their earthly bodies along with it. Their souls are like crystal-clear water soiled by drops of ink, the parts in which we crave are sometimes tainted due to their own disgusting ignorance and the countless other wrong-doings that could destroy the delicious purity of their spirits. It deeply aggravates me to see equines waste their souls on earthly things, they actually have a chance to save themselves, unlike us who are damned to walk the earth for all eternity.' the small fea responded, carefully placing each word in her lecture,
'In my opinion, I deeply yearn for one of the noble horse's souls, such as the leader of one of the average herds, Terra Delle Liberta. He is blinded by his utter kindness, and his soul is nearly perfectly intact, that is why I crave it to great extent.'
The fea's opics darted toward the dead ground, the ashes they were standing upon stained with the blood of various murders and other filthy things. At the stag's next speech, the femme's audits darted up toward him, her ocules followed as he said he could ask just the same inquiry that she heaved upon him. After his introduction of himself, the fea nodded, 'My humble greetings, Sebastian.' she said softly.
'I have been called divine by those whom my other state of consciousness has captured, and wicked by those who have met and despised my average self. I was damned since the day that I came into existence, I have another side of me that you have yet to discover sir. My calling is Chrysanthemum, or Chrysanthe in shorter terms.' she said, slightly bowing her head in respect to the brute. The fea raised her cranium so it was leveled, her ocules met with his own once again. The small fea's unusually extended whipcord flicked at the thought of the obsidian stag being her worst nightmare. If anything she could be his worst nightmare (her alter ego, or split personality, that is). A devious smirk played on the fea's kissers, temporarily tuning out the brute, then she snapped back into reality. She gritted her teeth at those thoughts, which were encouraged by her alter ego, her inner demoness, her own worst enemy that was trapped within her for all eternity. Chrysanthe hated when the control over her inner demon ceased, because it was quite hard for the small fea to regain control after it broke havoc throughout her.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! Rocky...
Word Count !
Music ! None... Oh noes! D:
OOC ! Ikr! I'm in love with mah Reaper. 
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Post by Vel on Oct 25, 2011 22:33:04 GMT -5
]"So many souls these days have been tainted by the earthly desires that tempt the lesser of our kind on a daily basis. Sometimes I have too much faith in them, hoping that they will resist this challenges put in front of them for the to conquer and not fall victim to. But, as usualy their stupidity shines through their hopeful exterior, tkaing it over and causing them to succumb to the very things that taint their now imperfect souls. I find the horses with the purest souls are those with kindness still left in their hearts, good intentions in their minds, or the souls of the young, seemingly innocent and naive horses that often roam this land."
"Ah yes, the souls of nobility are interestnig. You have to be careful though, seeing as some of the nobility on this island are the most corrupt beings. Then again your interest in Lassan of Terra delle Liberta proves that you do know how to pick them. He has his faults, but nothing as great as the other leaders in the land."
Sebastian always found it odd when other horses spoke his name. Yes, he had known his name for a long time, but it was just odd to hear it coming from the lips of another equine. At least this fae said it with a pleasant tone. There were so many horses who would pronounce it funny, whether it be their own accent or an upward or downward infliction they would use in the wrong place. Yes, this mare had quite the pleasant voice. Then again, most Reapers had wonderful voices, something to give them a bit of allure.
The mare then proceeded to introduce herself as Chrysanthemum. What an interesting name for a Reaper. It almost seemed too ornate. At least it was something different and unique, something memorable. ]"So tell me Miss Chrysanthemum, how long have you resided in the lands of our ancestors and where is it you come from?" he asked her, genuinely curious as to how long she had been here. Had she been here for several years or just showed up today like Sebastian had? It was always intresting to find out about the other Reapers.
CHARACTERS: Sebastian
MUSE: Gewd
SONG: Palladio - Bond
OOC: spell check is not working for me right now so please excuse any mistakes
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 2, 2011 2:45:46 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
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Thoughts played throughout the fea's mind as the ebony stag concluded his small speech. She quickly formed a few sentences, calling forth the memories of her reckless history. The fea felt as if her younger life was such a waste of time and energy, composed of thoughtless acts of being impregnated countless times by random stallions, killing them and usually the foal if she simply didn't like the color or something as diminutive as that matter. She could clearly remember most of her life, like looking into a pool of sweet, pure liquid. She slowly drifted off, away from the stag, and the whole world, as it slowly came back to her current thoughts.
"Modesty is the greatest virtue, my sweet, sweet Chrysanthemum." was his only 'comfort' to his youngest daughter at that time. Being the over-protective father he was, he never allowed his youngest to interact with any of the wandering colts near to their family's home. He nuzzled his daughter and slowly wandered off to patrol their small territory, leaving young Chrysanthemum in tears after asking if she could at least speak with them. She pleaded with him for many weeks after that, but being the stubborn Reaper he was, he didn't budge. Chrysanthemum, being twelve seasons old, thought her father's judgement was completely idiotic, and swore from that day on that she would do just the opposite of all her Father's teachings. That very night, the fea ran off, abandoning her father and his mares (which he was most likely to soon kill off anyways). After that, Chrysanthe became completely stallion-crazy, with the ability to quickly come up with different facades to impress the different stallions, dissapearing from them after she received what she had wanted (which at that time was a decent conversation).
Over time, Chrysanthe's mind was poisoned with perverted thoughts, as her time on the earth grew and the horizons of her mind were broadened. She wanted more than a conversation, or gifts, she wanted sex. Countless brutes fell into the fea's trap, she would use her beauty and facades to intrigue them, they would pant their seeds within her, then she would simply kill them to avoid them in the future. The fea became reckless, also becoming a well-known serial killer over time, killing becoming a joy, and she was becoming more accustomed to the metallic taste of blood, which her diet was now, along with flesh, was completely composed of. The fea was widely feared, but most of her victims were completely ignorant due to her divine physique.
After many years of this, the fea had met an elder horse, who was deeply dissapointed and unafraid of the bloodthirsty killer and whore, "She who has killed so many is damned to walk the earth for all eternity, though I would expect that from something as disgusting as your kind." he said to her, shaking his aged cranium from side to side with disappointment. Chrysanthemum was puzzled by this, she was usually favored by stags until they realized who she really was, but his words threw something into her mind that she was quite aware of.
Just days after, Chrysanthe came to a conclusion after countless thoughts flooding her mind. She had decided to stop her reign of terror, putting her personality aside to build a new one. She decided to act as a polite fea would, with proper speech and thoughts, and a normal Reaper personality (which to her was moderately dark). Her formal personality was simply put off as an alter ego.
One day, the fea appeared in the lands of Territorio dei Morti, the place that she heard about other equines of her kind. She resided for only a brief month before wandering the rest of the Isola that Morti resided upon to learn of the few things she had not already known from her many years of life. She finally returned after four seasons, and now she was finally where she was in current time.
Cocoa colored ocules widened as they came back into focus upon the ebony stag, he was patiently waiting for her response in their conversation. It took the fea a while to bring forth the memory of what he had just said to her, but she figured it out. Chrysanthe nodded at his first speech, then after his second set of words she softly replied, 'I have only resided in this place for a month before wandering as you do sir. And I'm not entirely sure where I am from, it has been far too long for me to remember, though I do remember not being on the Isola' She looked back up into his eyes, with a slightly apologetic look since she failed to remember her own birthplace. The femme swishes her long, thick tail and stamped her hoof against the dead terra out of frustration, 'I am heartily sorry, Sebastian, though I do wish to tell you, I just cannot grasp the memory.' she added softly, hoping he would accept her apology. The femora disliked being unable to answer the inquiries of others, but she decided it would have to do. Chrysanthe assumed the stag would forgive her though, for he seemed to be the stag to accept the fact that she simply could not remember, and that was one of the reasons the fae admired this particular stag. She also admired that he was actually intelligent, unlike countless other horses on the Isola, and throughout the rest of the world. The fea favored that she could keep a decent conversation, and that they could each understand the meaning of each other's words without difficulty.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! ON FIYAH BECH!!!
Word Count ! A lot XD 935 (THE MOST I EVER WROTE!!! :la:)
Music ! None... Oh noes! D:
OOC ! Ikr! I'm in love with mah Reaper. And I didn't know what to put... So I wrote her life story XDDD MY MUSE IS ON FIYAHHHHHHHH O:
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 5, 2011 22:43:13 GMT -5
The blood red coat of the reaper moved over the slight muscles underneath that shifted as the brightly crimson painted reaper danced forward with all elegance that of a lady would show. Of course, for a male reaper, he sure held many a woman's characteristics. With the shaped head held high, the blood colored mane danced over his shoulders were white spotty markings ran across them. Black swirls of his patterned legs and hind quarters stretched over the carefully placed steps as the 'lady' walked into the lands of the Reapers and the Grims. Such a dull place. No wonder he only came back on a rare occasion to see the desolate place of death. Though the place was painted for him perfectly out for a reaper such as himself, it wasn't his chosen place of comfort. Even this reaper knew that they divine beings like themselves should live in a abode better than this. But still the feminine stallion moved forward through a place that was without change. The long bloody poll fell over into one of the bright green eyes of his. He danced along the dark grey ground, though the white fog, seemingly out of place. The reaper had begun to hum a tone, one of a twisted sense of humor and happiness in horror. The 'lady' didn't care about being found here. He was one to be found, easily. His flare of blood coloring made him all too easy to find. And he did have cords that hung very long from his poll, mane, and tail. They looked as flying banners if the lithe figure moved at a much faster than it was. It wasn't long before the 'lady' sensed others here. How odd! Hardly ever is there someone in such a desolate place. The shaped head threw into the air, a smirk on his face, disturbingly pleasant, showing sharpened teeth. The lithe 'lady' moved forth once more, staying quiet in the shadows and mist till he heard voices, speaking. He could hear one ask the other where they were from and the other saying that the memories weren't collected for them to remember. He snort as his voice picked up, still in shadows and mist "Oh, but such useless things memories are of the past. Live for today. Of course, many of us do. Or does no one agree." He spoke before stepping up the the dark figures to find himself already distracted by one. He was sexy, jet black with bloody eyes. Oh, how much was it for this 'lady's' love for the color crimson. The brightly colored reaper smiled, focused on this brute he caught his attention already. A small laugh from his mouth as he approached the reaper he held focus on, forgetting the other there. He circled around the stag once before speaking, observing this beautiful creature that the 'lady' was now in love with. "Oh... And who may you be?" He spoke with such flirtatious voice as he now was close enough to touch the red optic reaper. The smile on his face remained, if only grew bigger.
Grell
Peachy
Talk about sexy Grell coming in and making the whole situation awkward for the two! XD
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Ievan Polkka + Love Is War - Miku Hatsune + Meltdown -Rin Kagamine
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Post by Vel on Nov 6, 2011 9:06:35 GMT -5
Standing still as a sculpted statue, Sebastian exhaled softly as the mare opposite him finally opened her mouth to give him the answer he was searching for. She too had come to this land to 'live', but that only lasted a short while, as it had with Sebastian himself and countless other Reapers and Grims. As much as this land was the old homeland to many, they never wanted to stay. Who could blame them? It was such a dreary desolate place. Despite the purpose of these equines, they did not like the dismal land that they called their own. Sure, it may have suited their ancestors just fine, but they were a new generation (well some of them anyway) and they did not want this land. They wanted something more exciting, something a bit more bright than this.
Chrysanthemum then said that she had no idea how long she had been living on Isola Dei Dei. Sebastian could not blame her for not being able to capture that memory and bring it to the surface. He too had been on this island for a long time and if someone asked him how long, he would have to tell them that he was not sure. Just like himself, this mare had been off of this island before. It was funny how they shared somewhat similar stories. "The mind is a fickle thing. Its funny how we remember some things so vividly and cannot seem to grasp and recall others." he stated softly. "I assume that on your travels you have seen mostly all, or perhaps everything there is to see, on this place we must call home?" he asked her, figuring that she had been here quite some time and she knew the island by heart.
Sebastian raised his head as a new scent drifted with the wind. There was another Reaper wandering about. Interesting. There seemed to be more here than he had expected. The stallion's crimson optics drifted sideways, only to capture the image of a flaming red Reaper walking there way. No, it was not walking, more of sauntering. Not even that was the right word to describe how she moved. Another breath escaped the stallion's nostrils as the newcomer came closer and closer. Sebastian glanced to Chrysanthemum, wondering if she knew this other Reaper. Sebastian assumed that she had to have had a head start in this land and must know at least one or two of the other horses who resided in Morti with her.
His eyes never left the bloodied equine as she moved closer and closer with a coy smirk plastered across a red velvet muzzle. Sebastian knew for a fact those emerald eyes were zeroed in on him, not even paying mind to the mare he was having a conversation with. It was only when the red began to circle him, Sebastian realized this was not a mare, but a stallion. Very interesting.
The newcomer opened his mouth, exposing two rows of sharp teeth. Most Reapers like Sebastian and Chrysanthemum only had a pair elongated, sharp teeth that could be described as fangs. Sebastian had never seen anything like this stag before. The red's feminine frame and voice were another thing that Sebastian rarely saw so prominent in a stallion, especially a Reaper like this one. It was when the words fell from the stranger's mouth did Sebastian realize the red was smitten with him. Why did these things always happen?
Why not humour the stallion? "Sebastian" he answered in a flat, monotone voice, not wanting to give the Reaper the idea that he was just as enamored with him as the red appeared to be with Sebastian. Crimson optics followed the stallion before returning to Chrysanthemum, a question building up within his mind that he hoped she could answer.
CHARACTERS: Sebastian
MUSE: Gewd
SONG: Watermark - Enya + In For The Kill - La Roux (Skrillex Remix)
OOC: Grell! <3 I am in love XD
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 6, 2011 12:47:00 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
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Her small sculpted cranium slightly swayed up and down as the ebony stallion replied with how curious it was that we could grasp some memories and that we couldn't with others. After his next words, thoughts flickered in her mind to put together something to reply, 'I have indeed, sir." she said softly, 'My travels around this cruel world have been extensive, my favorite place outside of the Isola being France, and my favorite place on the Isola being Allevare Mettono.' she added, though she knew her favorite places wouldn't be of any importance to the stag. The femme looked up at the stag once more, his curious scarlet ocules, their pigmentation played in the foggy light as different highlights and lowlights danced upon their bloody hued surface.
The fea instantly noticed his ocules shift away from her as she heard small, delicate steps upon the bloodstained earth. Her acute audits turned toward the source of the sound, just as her violet ocules did. It was a bloody colored figure. It's lithe bodice slowly made their way toward the two Reaper, then she (or whatever it was) interrupted their conversation! The fea glared at her with an irritated look plastered upon her face, 'Memories are for more sentimental purposes, but if you lack a family, I do not see why you would need them unless someone was questioning you.' she said, trying to keep a calm facade, she despised the flirtatious tone she used with Sebastian in her next words, for she knew Sebastian wasn't interested by the look upon his face. A smirk played upon her kissers as he attempted to humor the fea, saying his name with a monotonous tone of voice. She You With the slightest amount of mockery, the fea pinned her audits, showing her own teeth just as he did, but venom continuously dripped from her sharpened fangs.
The fea's ocules drifted over her bodice, then she was struck by great confusion when her eyes came upon a package. 'Wait, it's a stallion?!' she thought, her ocules widening from shock. What the hell?! What type of gay-assed thing was this?! Chrysanthemum questioned her own mind, looking at his bodice then at his package, 'Holy shit...' she said softly under her breath, without intentions of letting her inner whore and other self out of it's cage in her own mind, which was gradually slipping out as the crimson one circled Sebastian.
Only on rare occasions would Chrysanthe let the alter ego take her body over, mostly to defend herself since it had a sharper tounge than herself. The alter ego had an uncanny ability to alienate anyone within minutes of conversation, and it could easily defend her from anything, but sometimes it would temporarily give her body to a stallion, and after the other one would hide within her mind once again to leave her with the foal, which Chrysanthe would kill after it was born. But after a great amount of thinking, the fea decided to free it. A darker look came over her eyes, and more venom dripped from her fangs. It was done.
The fea looked up at Sebastian, his eyes with a confused 'what the hell?!' look. Violet optics darted towards the crimson stag, 'Well if you want to be a gay-ass go find someone else. I bet that they would just love to have buttsex with you.' she snapped, flicking her exaggerated whipcord.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! Mehhhh....
Word Count ! 579
Music ! None... Oh noes! D:
OOC ! Chrysanthe- *Looks at Grell* IT'S A BOY?!?!?!?!?! *Mind=Blown* O:
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 19, 2011 3:12:13 GMT -5
The lithe, feminine stag only gave the other mare a passing glance. She didn't even matter to him. The wasn't a speck of beauty on her. She wasn't painted crimson like he was. Or the gorgeous eye's of the stranger he had circled. Though he spoke his name in such a boring tone, the 'lady' was one of determination of what he wanted. The too long tail wavered as he swished his tail in a flirtatious fashion, continuing to ignore the other present. He small, lady like laugh came from the stallion as he circled one last time and rub against Sebastian till their eyes were pretty much even, leaning on him like a mare in need. "I think I'll call you Bassy..." He said smoothly before the sharpened teeth showed again in a smile. The red eyed, jet black stag was something he wouldn't give up on. Not until he gotten what he wanted for the devil. He laughed as he went on to even nuzzle the demon, but stopped. Before he could done anything, that little, insolent mare insulted him. He bare his teeth more aggressively, in a frown. "Oh, but I am a lady just as much as you are. If anything more. How dare you accuse me of doing such things! I am not as simple mind as you would like to think."
[/color] He almost growled as he talked, noticing the venom dripping from her fangs. The frown twisted into a wide, wild, demented smile. "Do you want to fight? It only proves how unlady-like you are! But by all means, I'm not afraid to taste or spill the blood of my own kind."[/color] He said in a half maniacal laugh, running his tongue over the sharpened teeth, new intent on destroying, or at least half ripping apart this one before him. [/color] Grell
Peachy
Running Off A Tired High
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Destroya - My Chemical Romance
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Post by Vel on Nov 20, 2011 13:16:22 GMT -5
So this fae was well traveled, as were most Reapers. Their extensive life spans gave them all the time in the world to do as they pleased. It was quite interesting to find out her favourite spot on this island. Sebastian had not taken her for that type of mare when he met her. She seemed so sophisticated, intelligent and put together; a well rounded mare. She just did not seem like the type to be whoring around, but to each their own as they say. Sebastian was curious about how she enticed her stallions, for she did not seem like a flirtatious type who could nab a stallion at the drop of a hat. Then again, he had only just met this mare. Perhaps what she was doing now was her little ruse. Either that or he was meeting the real Chrysanthemum, not the whore who roamed the breeding grounds. She certainly was a pleasing lady to be around.
Sebastian bared his teeth at the crimson equine as he, or she, or what ever the hell it wanted to call itself, began to rub up against him like a cat in heat. It was hard not cringe at the words that came out of the red's mouth. Bassy. Sebastian frowned at the name that he was just given. What an awful nickname. He liked the name Sebastian. It sounded sophisticated and almost regal in a sense. What a degrading nickname to be given. Sebastian could already tell that this feminine stag was infatuated with him and this would not be the last of him. Oh no, the red would be back, Sebastian was sure of it.
The ebony stag's brow raised as Chrysanthemum spoke up, obviously annoyed and angered by the red Reaper. Perhaps she was just putting on some facade with him. The whole mask she had been trying to keep up while talking to Sebastian seemed to be crumbling right in front of him. At least they could agree on one thing, they did not want anything to do with this overly flamboyant creature who had waltzed up to their conversation like he had been invited.
Well that was fantastic. Not only was this Reaper infatuated with Sebastian, but seemed to be quite the head case. Sebastian rolled his crimson orbs at the pair in front of him. It almost seemed like they were fighting over him now. What had he ever done to deserve such attention from everyone? It seemed like where ever he went, someone or something was always fond of the demon. It was strange to have someone fondling over him like he was a lost puppy who showed up at the doorstep. Perhaps he would never understand the equine mind fully, no matter how hard he tried.
Now there was only one thing left to do; see how this played out. Sebastian had obviously been forgotten now that the two other Reapers focused their anger on each other. This would be quite the scuffle if Chrysanthemum decided that she would accept the red's challenge. As much as Sebastian hated to admit it, he could tell the garnet stag was talented, perhaps one of the most skilled reapers he had come across in a while. He would be a hard match.
CHARACTERS: Sebastian
MUSE: Gewd
SONG: The Art of Suicide - Emilie Autumn + Shiver - The Birthday Massacre
OOC: My feet are cold =C
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 23, 2011 18:39:43 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
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The fea's extended whipcord at the crimson stag's words, her optics had a tinge of annoyance and disgust in their curious violet pigment as the scarlet reaper spoke to Sebastian. Her audits went flat against her cranium at his aweful nickname. Bassy. What a hideous insult of a nickname. Bassy that was the nickname of a child! What an awful curse to be placed under!
She then decided that it would be best to do what she (or at least the whore) was most diligently skilled in, facades. A pleasant look instantly came over the fae's facial expression, her bodylanguage softened down to that of one that was utterly elegant and of course lady-like, 'Well I am a lady myself, sir.' she replied, she used simple words, which was very unusual for this particular fea. She smirked at his challenge though, 'Why, of course! I would just love to partake in such a challenge! Because I guess I am such a man compared to you! But I would think it would be most unlady-like on your own part, since first of all, you are a stallion, and second of all, ladies do not wish to spill others' blood.' The fea replied, sarcasm clung to her soft voice as she ignored bits and pieces of the red 'woman's' speech. She quickly cleared the venom from her ivories and lips, she decided it was best she made herself appear as something less than a duranged beast. The fea had trouble grasping the fact that she was fourteen hands at the withers and had the muscular composition of a small Arabian. Chrysanthemum was slowly drifting to the surface, but she was far from wherever that happened to be. The whore gracefully strode up to the crimson thing, the small flowers in her tassels were almost completely black and shriveled since she had gained control over Chrysanthemum's body. She stood just next to the red, her cranium aligned with his own, 'You'd better watch your back...' she threatened in the manner of whispering, just loud enough for his hears to catch. The whore continued on, her swift foot-falls were long and exaggerated. As she passed the jet black stag she softly brushed the top of her whipcord down his side in a flirtatious manner. She stopped and sent a wink in Sebastian's direction.
She was then gone. The whore disappeared in a puff of thick smoke, its ebony particles danced about as they faded into the dank air.
Fathomless ocules stared at the two reapers as they appeared (along with the rest of her body) not too far away from them. The vix knew, from the current knowledge she had gathered about the crimson 'lady', that he would most likely forget about the whore completely, and that would be her chance to return and attack if that prissy little excuse of a reaper, Chrysanthe wasn't to return soon.
Chrysanthemum and the whore admired the ebony stag, but in completely opposing ways. For the whore, it was simple. She wanted Sebastian to fuck her, nothing more, and nothing less. But for the other fea entrapped within the same body, she admired the stag's intelligence and how they easily could get along. They both hated the scarlet brute for different reasons also. Chrysante hated his arrogance and his love for Sebastian. And the whore simply hated him in general, and the nickname 'Bassy'.
Characters ! Chrysanthemum
Muse ! A spark of hope slowly rising from the ashes. ^^
Word Count ! A lot (not really)
Music ! SAIL - AWOLNATION
OOC ! FINALLY finished XDD
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