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Post by saladin on May 1, 2009 20:50:52 GMT -5
The tall stallion rounded the bend, his tassels whipping back into the wind, his long tail stretched high above his back, black legs whipping across the earth. Daggers stabbing the hard ground, limbs stretching and lungs pumping. The tall grey stallion took another few steps, and went gracefully from a full gallop to a beautiful extended trot. He was bored. Sala yawned, sucking in the delicious air, tell tell signs of an approaching rain. He smirked slowly, rain, thunder, and lightning. His power, his obsession. He enjoyed the freedom of the skies, he would run anything near him and obsess over the smallest things. Sala pranced a moment more, his coat showing a happy side of him, though inside his heart was ice. He was a player, no woman could tame this stallion. Sala slowed to a walk, the now slower breeze blowing the darkish cream forelock out of his face, allowing him to see once more the sands of the earth, the dirt, and the general land. No one was in sight, and he pawed the ground. His daggers pierced the earth. His orbs scanned the horizon, his maz chewing on nothing inside his mouth. His lean body coiled, and lurched forward, he had seen something perhaps on the horizon...Perhaps a mare. He scented the wind more carefully waiting for the scent to grace his harks once more.[/center][/color][/size] |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2009 21:08:59 GMT -5
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I used to know
The one I left at home Hoof beats echoed on the distance, every pebble bounced up and down. Where was it coming from? A loud piercing niegh echoed through the canyons of Danger Cliff. Soon another equine appeared over the horizen, but not as muscular as the one that became before. This one was a filly, a fragile little thing. How could something so cute,innocent be this evil? Well it was in her blood, this filly was no light,nor neutral. But a dark, with it's victims blood also flowing in her veins. As the mare, rounded the corner she halted without hesitation. Then turned her head to see the grey hellion, she shook her head in disgust. This filly was a loner, with no family, no herd. No one to bug her, and that was how she liked it. You may ask her name it would be Hell's Angel, she was no sweet heart at that. She lived to the term Hell, and she was cute witch showed Angel. Put it togather yourself if you wish. |
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Post by saladin on May 1, 2009 21:19:45 GMT -5
Sala's harks tuned to the noises, the pebbles of the rocks, the breaths, and the beating of a heart...Not an innocent one. A wicked smile crossed his maw, he turned to the noise. Then he saw a filly, a dark fae, light in size but fit. Her scent was stained with the blood of innocents...And he liked it. As soon as the wicked grin had crossed his maw he looked as she slowed, hesitated. He frowned immediatley, how dare she...Stopping for a fear of something.
Sala could not scent the smell of the others, no one else was there, he knew it. She was alone dark or not, Sala was to win if there was anyfight to be had. His maw flashed a quick grimace, he was far to strong to fight. His mental games would bash this filly. Sala turned and began his fluid motion toward the filly holding his Arabian dished frame tall, the throughbred showing in his long legs, and athletic frame. He snorted loudly, the filly shook her head, seemingly to respond to him. He rolled his eyes, as a flame began to burn in them. He calmly nickered to the mare, trying to be somewhat hospitalble. |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2009 21:33:14 GMT -5
Hell's Angel heard a call come from the hellion that she was looking at, she reported with a evil squeel as if daring him to even approch her. Like she was a loner,a rebellion, Hell had it's own ruled just like she did. No one could just claim her like a regular like a flithly light mare. Hell's Angel had a diffrent opinon. Stallions should be the ones to be more respective to the mares not the other way around. Hell's Angel dropped her head, nibbling on any grass she could find, she pawed the ground until she found what she wanted. Then she pricked her ears forward and neighed swinging her head wildly, the lifted her front legs off the ground peircing the wind. Then landed with a thud, she went into a swift trot straight, it was as if she was teasing the stallion, playing a game with him.
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Post by saladin on May 1, 2009 21:42:47 GMT -5
Sala watched carfully as the mare, squeeled. She was going to be a fighter but none the less, no one could escape the clutches of this player. Sala grinned wickedly, small enough that the filly couldn't see what he was doing. He turned to nuzzle his own shoulder, not leaving a trace of spit, like some brutes. His coat shone in the sun, and so did the filly's. He knew not her name but he would...Soon. Sala approached quietly, she knew he was there and he was slightly weary of the mare, not that she could hurt him but she might just might, be a filthy little trampy mare. Though she did not look like it.
Sala watched as the mare began to graze, and he walked closer, to observe. Then suddenly the mare came up and reared, Sala did not move. His eyes burned like smoldering coals, and the wind ceased to blow. Sala pawed the ground, walking toward the mare, his neck low. Not snaking but aggressive. This mare better watch the hell out. Then the mare moved off at a trot, Sala thought for a moment then gave chase slowly letting her gain some ground, he had no idea where the hell she was going. |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2009 21:53:02 GMT -5
Hell's Angel looked to see the hession coming towards her. She sent a threating squeel towards him, she lowwered her head to the ground then started to paw the ground agressively. The dirt floated while pebbles crashed back to the ground, she rose her head. The hellion before her seem to be a player of some sort. Ha the last thing I am intrested in she thought to herself.
She turned around and flicked her tail as if she was giving a insult toward the hellion, then started to walk off she was defiantly playing the testing game now, and she seem to be enjoying the game. Then something got her intrest she pricked her ears forward then saw a light horse family a stallion, a mare and a foal who didn't seem more then a week old. She smirked then started trot toward them. As if acting as a light, but what she wanted was the blood of the innocent.
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Post by saladin on May 2, 2009 10:14:20 GMT -5
Thehessian had grown tired of this game. Sala pinned his ears flat against the flats of his skull. Looking fiercly at the mare, only smoldering timbers for eyes he gave a quick shake of his head. Just as the mare decided to squeal, Sala called out loudly his call ringing in the air, his scream was resounding and strong. He shook his head, tassels swirling in the coming breeze, though all was silent up until then. The mare deciding to be difficult, pawed at the ground, quite agressively. Sala smirked, as it played across his maw Oh little one, you think that you may be the only one to frighten me away? Well dearest you are sadly mistaken Sala grimaced, he was a dark and she was obliviously in on the "Secret". Sala snorted, as the air blew from his nostrils, his small intricatee maw shook.
As the mare turned Sala glowered, now she was playing a darn game. Ugh. Sala stepped forward, then the mare insulted him. Sala quickly gave up on his game. Sala watched closely as the mare began to walk away then trot. He scented the air, they were lights. And oh how he wanted to rip them to shreds. But not now. Sala screamed once more, acting like a light in pain. The family took off though they were slowed by the foal they would make it. Sala took off after the mare, his daggers piercing the ground, and then as he neared the mare, he nipped her harshly on the flanks. Drawing out a small sliver of blood. Sala gnashed his teeth as he pulled to a stop in front of the mare blocking her path. His tall muscular frame looked the mare head on snaking his head back and forth, ears pinned deep into the Hessian's skull. |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 2, 2009 12:12:53 GMT -5
Hell's Angel squeeled at the stallion's remarks ''You don't know how far I can go, I kill horses all three ways, hessian.'' She hissed evily. As she approched the family, the first thing she did was aim for the foal. Let the hession deal with the elders. As everyone knew Hell was a painful place, and Angels where Saints. So put it togather, Hell's Angel lived up to that saying. She would kill everyone not peacefully, but painfully. She wasn't a Saint she was the opposite of that.
Soon after the mare couldn't get to her foal, Hell's Angel made a grab for the foal...... Got it. The foal let out an scream for help towards it family. But as the foal screamed, Hll bit harder into it's neck. Blood sprayed into her mouth, Hell closed her eyes the blood of the innocent moved her so. As soon it was good she cantered off, the foal jiggling up and down. It seemed as if a mountain lion caputred a foal. And it looked like it as well, except the mountain lion was a horse. And the foal was a foal, Hell wasn't going to let anyone touch the foal except for her. Knowing that the foal was still half alive, and in pain. How Hell loved it.
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Post by saladin on May 2, 2009 19:46:01 GMT -5
Sala looked at the mare, his dark forelock shielding her from the deep empty gaze of his flaming eyes. Sala shook his dark mane, Sala's tassels shook in the coming storm's wind. He watched as the family moved off slowly, then a bit faster. As the mare's bitter comment bit into Sala's ego he longed for the mare, nipping her sharply on the neck. Screaming viciously into the air. He watched as the mare escaped, running for the family. He was astounded as the mare took the foal. Sala smirked, he would have liked nothing more than to take a piece of flesh out of the foal and the family, but he didn't. He wanted that mare, now she was directly pissing him off. Sala galloped to the mare. His dark heart wanted nothing more than to rip the blood from the foal. But he would not. Not now.
Sala came up quickly behind the mare, his tall frame gleaming, daggers flashing, maw open. He kicked out at the mare, kicking her HARD in the gut, and shoulders. Sala then came in front of and stopped the mare, or hoped to. Sala watched the foal struggle, the mare was so predatory, and vicious. He screamed at the mare, shaking with anger, no longer taking part in this game of hers. He pinned his ears tightly to the back of his skull, glued to his head. Eyes, like the black of night with a gleam of evil in his eyes. |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 2, 2009 19:57:00 GMT -5
Hell's Angel felt kicks in her gut and shoulder but kept running. Then saw the stallion stop in front her. She released her maw letting the foal drop to the ground, blood dripped from her muzzle. The painted mare pinned her auds to her skull then reared highly thrashing through the air, the bolted towards the stallion then she bite her teeth into his withers, she enjoyed hurting others.
Then relased from the withers then aimed for his face right above his nostrils. More blood dripped from her muzzle she then released her painted muzzle now stained with the blood of the dark, and light. She hissied coldly toward the evil hession ''What do you want?! And why are you following me?!?!?!" She spat at him.
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Post by saladin on May 2, 2009 21:43:55 GMT -5
Sala threw his head about, mane tossing and eyes glaring. He stomped his daggers into the ground, his strong pillars stood strong in front of her. Sala snorted, the black insides of his harks stunningly highlighted against his red insides of the nostrils. He squared himself against the mare, as she reared, he screamed louder than she. Then the mare lounged, what she did next quite frankly pissed him off, the anger of the mare seethed through his skin into the very air surrounding them, he led the mare away from the foal. When she lounged, and bit him. Sala screamed once more, not in pain but in anger. Sala quickly retaliated and took a large hunk of flesh out of the dark. The blood ran through his maw, he inhaled and sucked the sweet air in.
Sala spat back at the mare, " I am here but to get to know you, you wrench," Sala hissed quietly, biting the mare again just as harsh. |
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 2, 2009 21:57:20 GMT -5
Hell's Angel smirked at the stallions remarks ''Then claim me as I presume? Let me tell you brute, hear this here and now. I am a loner,a rebel. I don't belong to anybody and never will.''She hissed hatefully. Then she pushed passed the stallion, then went back to the foal and picked it up and started to trot off, lifting her tail.
She continued but looked back toward the stallion, a small smirk formed on her lips, this stallion got it easy. If he really pissed her off he would get hard and good. Not what normal stallions get, the other kind. The beating type, she hated when stallions wanted her, then would just leave her by and so get what they call breeding with other mares. That is why she wanted to stay alone where she wouldn't going to get left behind, she could do what she wanted when she wanted.
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