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Post by massacre on Aug 19, 2008 12:13:59 GMT -5
There was no grass here. It was a naked, shattered land. The only water she could see was nothing more than a liquidy mud, no good for drinking. So this was where she was cursed to wait for a new life? It didn't appear to be much of a waiting room. More like hell, the only purpose of this land fake, only drawing those near to claim lives.
Massacre shuttered at the thought, knowing she was more than enough desperate to give this place a chance... any place a chance. All she had to do was wait, bid her time on doing mindless tasks to make it pass. That was what she hadbeen doing ever since she left her mother; she had been the only one who appeared to care if weather Massacre breathed or ceast to exist. She let her dark brown orbs dance around the area, seeing no one that could offer any kind of company. It wasn't that she was lonesome; she was taking somewhat an extra caution not to step on a snake. That was all she could expect, it seemed. She was more than enough determined to find anything to complete her life, weather that meant giving up here and giving her life to the firey sun that beat down on her dun coat, or forcing herself to search until the end of her days. she knew she was fully capable of both.
Massacre knew she would see anybody approach; the land was far and flat, treeless and bushless, nothing more than a few scaggley shrubs that couldn't hide a deer. This frightened her a tad bit; had she come to the wrong place? No, she couldn't have. But she possibly could be, though she disliked admitting it. She had been wrong before. A sea of uneasyness drowned her, making her back up a few steps. Maybe... she wasn't supposed to be here. Maybe she didn't need anyone, or anything to complete her life. As far as she knew, things had become a lot better the day she set off on her own. |
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 19, 2008 12:26:53 GMT -5
Large daggers kicking up dust with every massive stride. Long, black, sturdy pistons working at a lope. His colorless mane rising and falling with the effortless motion. Midnight painted whipcords swishing. Dark, chilling orbs scanning the horizon. He wanted a mare to claim, and to rule a land with.
Thats when he spotted her. A dun of his same breed. A sight for sore eyes she was! He urged himself on to a gallop. Skidding to a complete halt close to the mare, but far enough away to give her the personal space any mare would want. From about 2 yards away he nickered to her a warm greeting, as his opticals danced about the femme.
"Good evening m'lady. You sure are a sight for sore eyes... My name is Dangerous Storm. Though many call me Danger. What be your name? You seem to be alone, no?" With this he moved closer, but keeping a yard between himself and the mare. Somewhat patiently waiting for the femmora's reply. |
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Post by massacre on Aug 19, 2008 12:36:13 GMT -5
She was somewhat startled by his sudden appearence, though she had heard him momentarily before he had come to her. He wasn't much taller than her, which made her more comfortable wit his sudden presence. It made her feel as if she could have at least sme control... if anything went wrong, that is. He was a quite beautiful stallion, there was no doubt in her mind about that. nd he seemed to have mannors and somewhat sense of her comfortzone. She gave him a tiny smile.
G'day. she said, bowing her head slightly in respect. She brought her bodice back up, though she kept her head slightly lower than his. she didn't want to pose as a threat; he didn't appear to be one,a nd she was in no hurry to chance that status.
Danger.. she added after a few moments. My mother doomed me with the name Massacre... She knew her name was not an inviting one, more or less scary. But she looked at his with polite, gentle eyes, hoping that maybe the name itself would not repel him. This was one of the few equine she had come across n her lonesome journey, and he was the only on that appeared to be anywhere near kind.
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 19, 2008 13:00:42 GMT -5
His auds pointed forward, listening, giving the femmora his full attention. "Pleasure to meet you Massacre." His opticals still danced about the femme's appearance. His flints carried him in a circle around the mare, inspecting every aspect of her. Her tail, legs, mane, barrel, hooves, EVERYTHING! He came back to the front of her and stretched his muzzle to hers, nares dragging in the mare's aroma. He was compelled to nuzzle her for some reason. But resisted the urge to do so.
A sharp pain emitted on his barrel. He whipped his crown to spot what it was. Lashing his colorless whipcords in a futile attempt to rid the large pest. "Argh! Blasted horse fly! And just out of reach of course!" His frustration seeping through in his words and actions. He bucked out as the insect bit into his flesh yet again. He let out a threatening neigh to the pest. He thrashed his tail in sync with lunging his teeth at the horse fly, finally ridding it of its consistent attack.
Focusing back on Massacre, Danger apologized, " Im sorry about that, Massacre. Please forgive me." He gave her a small smirk.
He paused, waiting for a reply, and then came closer to her, giving her about 2 feet of distance. He was curious of the mare, and wished to test her. He also wanted to know about her. "So, tell me about yourself... What brings you here? Where are you from? And why do you believe that 'Massacre' is such a doomed name?" He nudged her shoulder playfully, teasing her slightly and nickered softly to her. |
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Post by massacre on Aug 20, 2008 13:52:21 GMT -5
Massacre froze as he walked about her, not quite sure what to do.She wanted to pull away for some reson; she had never been the center of attention, and suddenly becoming spotlight was something that made her very nervous. Yet she silenced her thoughts for a moment, taking the time to register everything about his build, smiling slightly. She didn't really know she was doing this at the time.. perhaps instinct was making her do this.
She nodded, at loss for words as she observed how gracefully he moved as he tried to make the fly depart. She didn't notice she was stunned by him until he nudged her, making her jump. Pulling herself together, she let her gaze fall to the ground shyly. I'm rather sorry about that... she mumbled, before looking up at him, before regaining the little confidence she owned and grinned.
M'herd was seperated when I was young.. I was but a year old at the time, and I was fully accostumed to staying with my mother, weened or not. She would talk withme for what seemed like hours during those long, brutal summer days.. And then we were split. She stomped an annoyed hoof on the ground, turning from him to hide the sorrow that stained her face. She continued, trying not to let her voice crack under the emotional weight. And there wasn't much of anything with my herd's leader.. Dictator, though he let mares come and go. He kneew they would never leave, for wolves and whatnot were becoming horribly annoying, much more frightening. But... I grew tired of it and just left... There was no need for me to stay there. So now she had just told a total stranger the most of her past she had ever spoken to anybody before? I must be loosing it... she thought, turning to face him, letting a small smile paint its way across her face. Still, she had yet to answer why she was here, and, of course, why she thought he name so horrid. Could he not taste the sourness it left in one's mouth after the spoke it? Perhaps not; he did not seem to care about if her name meant murderer or flower. That made her somewhat warm, knowing the maybe she was accepted by somebody. Well... I'm here because I do not want to be there... And I've come to the thought where there could be something more than just following one around all day, taking commands as if a dog... she replied with a shrug. She reached out to touch his shoulder with her muzzle. And Massacre... like murder. That is why I dislke my name so, but keep it, for it's all I have left of my mother... Seh sighed, shaking out her mane with frustration. She was not fully accustomed to speaking at all; there was nobody to talk to the past two months while she wondered around the land unprotected. Maybe with him, this could change...? She bit her tounge, not letting her thoughts go so far.
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 20, 2008 15:03:57 GMT -5
Danger was somewhat angered when the mare turned away, not facing him, though he did not dare show it. He listened intently, sonars catching and registering every audible word. And with every word Massacre spoke, he began to feel something inside him that he had never felt before. And it became stronger when she nudged his shoulder, which was tingling now at the spot her pinks had reached his pelt... He felt warm, and not because of the hot sun beating down on his colorless mass. What is wrong with me? I must be sick?! No! Tis not the cause... This mare, Massacre... She has some affect on me... His icy stare became a soft, warm gaze, square into the femme's pools. He wanted so bad to envelope the femmora in a hug, to comfort her. To make this mare feel safe would have pleased him so much...
Danger took another step closer to Massacre. He then took another step, standing to the right of her. The brute nodded to Massacre, letting her know he meant no harm. Then Danger wrapped his muscular neck about the mare's, setting his crown on her back. He wanted to speak, but he just couldn't. He tried, and all that came out was a soft sigh.
Backing off he nodded to the mare once again, and finally got the ability to speak. "What you went through... I cant relate. But I do understand. My past is somewhat similar, but not as heart breaking. Such as your own... Mine was full of violence. As a yearling, I fought every colt! And even the full grown stallions! I became stronger every day. I was heir to my father's throne as king. 'Twas in my reach! But I just had to go and blow it by letting my temper get the best of me..."
He snorted at the ground, his eyes showing his more wilder side. Instead of their normal dark brown, they became pitch black! He pawed angrily at the ground. He calmed down and gazed at Massacre yet again. His eyes soft and looking into hers, he continued. "I killed! My father's so called "buddy". He was plotting to kill my father and take the throne... My throne! My father then chased me out of the herd, and I never saw them again... I left behind my mother, my brother and sister, and..."He couldn't finish his sentence. All he could do was smirk, hiding the heartache. He had lied to Massacre, telling her it wasn't as heartbreaking. Though, really it was... |
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 20, 2008 15:26:57 GMT -5
**ooc:: im aiming to get to 50 posts asap so that Danger can claim either Green Valley or Perished Forest... so, if i did get to 50 posts in time, which would Massacre rather live in and rule with Danger?**
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Post by massacre on Aug 21, 2008 21:42:57 GMT -5
OOC: Mmmmm, Perished Foresttt. :]
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 22, 2008 6:35:27 GMT -5
*OOC:: Okay, now post silly! My stallion still needs to claim your mare...*
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