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Post by Randa on Sept 19, 2011 15:44:33 GMT -8
The sound of my brother stirring in the wee hours of the morning woke me and I watched quietly as he slipped away to patrol the borders of his lands. My heart swells with pride to see him doing so well and I can only hope that one day I will be as well-known as he, though perhaps not under the same alignment. Raised a dark, I suppose I could stay one but my personality simply does not follow the patterns or trends I have noticed in those of my alignment, including my brother who is only gentle when in my presence. I do not doubt that I know the reason behind this and while I appreciate his concern I am no longer the fragile, mute, filly he once cared for. Last winter the greatest of gifts was bestowed upon me as I began to form my first words and my soft, husky voice could be heard outside of my own thoughts.
Despite this great gift I still do not speak unless spoken to and even then my words are few and far between as my chords become pained by the strain of too much use in so short a time. Rising from my sleeping place I set out eagerly in hopes of forming a new acquaintance as aside from my brother I know no one in these lands and it is past time that I meet someone. Chuckling softly I smile at my thoughts about how tiresome my brother can be after awhile, though of course, I would never say so to his face as he would not understand the joking nature behind it. Scenes change and I soon realize I have entered a land not yet explored by my hooves and I smile once again as I enter it, hopefully there will be others here and I can leave with a few names in my head and a few faces I might call friends.
OOC: Complete, open for anyone!
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Post by canine on Sept 19, 2011 18:58:16 GMT -8
I had wondered some days what it would be like to be a faceless creature. Someone with no name and no past. A complete stranger that no one knew – that no one would ever know. Or perhaps being a creature of the shadows. A monster with cobwebs in his hair and glassy eyes of fog. Such strange things exist, you know. They live in the deepest forests and come out only when little children need to be taught lessons. I wasn't known here. I could have easily changed my name and put up a persona. No one would have to know the real me. But playing the life of a puppeteer seemed dull and far to over done. Too many people walked around like it was a masquerade wearing their perfectly painted masks upon their deformed faces. So afraid of their real selves that they had to make up something completely new.
I could be a monster on my own and not need to pretend.
My mask was as hideous as my real face at this Ball of Liars. My lips curled a fraction as I stepped through this land. My nose almost wrinkled as the smells of passion and raw carnal desire wafted from the surrounding area. This was a place of desire and I knew it well. Squaring my shoulders and raising my head, I took weighted steps. A slight brow raises as I notice a lone mare making her way in. Strange. Many were often accompanied by their loving steed, were they not? My tongue clicked absently behind my teeth at the thought. I waited for a moment, letting it pass before realizing that she was, indeed, alone. Letting a placid look slip onto my face I stepped towards her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You seem so alone, little bird.”
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acula's a creep.
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Post by Randa on Sept 20, 2011 14:17:17 GMT -8
The arrival of the darkened stranger startles me out of my thoughts and I sidestep the smallest distance away from him. ”Tsk, tsk, tsk. You seem so alone, little bird.” His words sent a shiver along my spine and my audits flicker with uncertainty. Glancing over his frame I take a mental note of his physique and it comforts me to see that we are the same height; at least he is not quite so likely to overpower me through his size. Softly I reply, my voice very clearly hesitant. ”I was, until you came.” Blue eyes dart away from his face as my muscles shift in discomfort and nerves. Truthfully I had not given much thought as to which lands I entered but as I open my nostrils wider I note the scents that come only with spring and another shudder passes over my frame as I realize what his intentions may be.
Quickly I address him again as I turn my attention back, hoping the fear in my eyes is not visible. ”If you’ll excuse me, I need to be on my way, I believe Akhenaton is expecting me to return shortly.” I do not know if my brother’s name will ring a bell in his mind as his coronation as Alpha is not terribly well known yet and I can only hope that this stranger does not realize I am lying; my brother has no idea where I am nor is he expecting me. Dipping my head slightly I give him a small, strained smile before turning away and starting off in a direction I hope leads me out of these lands. Having just become of age to breed I struggle with my hormonal instincts and my desire to hide behind my brother.
OOC: Complete. =)
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Post by canine on Sept 20, 2011 16:24:32 GMT -8
 She was uncertain, nervous perhaps. It was something I could savour. Such an innocence only lasted for a very short time. I listened to her. In fact, I listened carefully. Every sound she pronounced and every movement of her body. I stayed still however. While there was an underlying need to step closer I kept myself still. A slow frown began to slip over my lips. She was going to leave – I could see it in her subtle movements. As if right on cue she spoke again.
However I couldn't help but raise a brow at this Akhenaton. I didn't know the alpha's of this land so naturally the name didn't trigger any recognition in me. Instead I simply watched for a moment longer. A quiet scoff escaped my lips as I took a few bold steps closer to her. Reaching out I tried to place a confident touch upon her side, my bright eyes looking towards her face. “Still your fluttering heart, little bird.” I spoke boldly while narrowing my gaze a fraction. “I won't force anything upon you, so don't leave in such haste. I'm not such a monster.” My voice wasn't quite monotonous but it did seem to lack a certain charm of emotion. I could only make a slight mental note of that, though I knew nothing would actually change. I had never been a creature of caring. However this mare in front of me was clearly new to this game. Her young body was untouched and a deeper part of me wished to soil that. I could bring her down to the grimy level that the rest of us were on, mark her pretty hide and stain that purity. While forcing her into submission might have been a game I'd enjoy the fact that she made mention of a stallion kept me on edge.
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Post by Randa on Sept 21, 2011 7:41:31 GMT -8
When the situation surrounding me causes nervousness I begin to resort to my previous state of being unable to speak a single word and I am quickly approaching that point. There is something rather sinister and menacing about this stranger’s presence and though I am mildly curious, I am no idiot and will not stay where caution tells me to flee. Then a touch to my side calms my fidgeting motions and I do not walk away as I intended mere seconds before, his voice expresses confident though nothing more and I suppose it is those words that truly keep me where I am.
Turning, I peer at him my eyes narrowed as his are as if I am unsure I should trust him or if I should cower and run to my brother’s side. Minutes tick by in absolute silence, even nature seems to be quieter than usual as I debate my options; the two sides of my personality exchanging blows once more before I softly say, ”Very well, stranger.” Giving him a small, tight smile I dip my head to him a little while my words leave my lips once more. ”I am Chroí, though perhaps ‘little bird’ is more fitting to you?” A poor attempt at humor but my nerves have only just begun to calm themselves enough to where I am able to speak and not sound a foolish creature. A wry smile lingers on my features for a moment before I bring myself to address him a third time, my innate curiosity gaining the better of me, ”Who are you?”
OOC: Complete =)
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Post by canine on Sept 21, 2011 16:19:48 GMT -8
Noting how that simple touch was enough to keep her from leaving, I sigh. It was light – barely a breath escaping past my lips. In only a split second I'm watching her again, all eyes and ears. Analyzing every little breath, every little muscle twitch with a heightened awareness I didn't know I had. She was new to me and I liked that. The raw friction of out encounter left my spine tingling and an eerie eagerness stirring within the pit of my stomach. Stranger she calls me but I know the name should be monster, devil, demon. My thoughts are my own and they are locked very deep.
There is no key.
Never was a key.
I have no intentions of letting anyone inside. The dark little nook where I sweep aside every indecency and sinful glance is a breeding ground of unfathomable things. While I seek out to soil the innocent I never intend to actually let anyone inside. You see, I like knowing they are blissfully unaware of my thoughts. To have someone trying to break open my head is about as nauseating as my growing anticipation. I'm greedy and I want her. I could chant it over and over again. I want her, I want her, I want her. Just her. Not any other whore that could be sauntering about this land looking for an easy lay. I didn't want easy.
Her question brings a twitch to my lips. Who am I. I want to grin, throw my head back and laugh. I want to tell her I'm the stone gargoyle from every nightmare. The one that watches as the monsters ravish you alive. Instead my tongue feels heavy in my mouth and a soft hum rumbles from my throat. The smallest tilt of my head is given and my pepper and salt mane slips to the side. “Doctor Acula.” I begin, not to proudly. “Or simply Acula, if you will.” Dracula. “And I'll keep you as Little Bird. Elegant, graceful, beautiful but fragile all the same. It is most suiting.”
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Post by Randa on Sept 22, 2011 15:32:53 GMT -8
”Doctor Acula. Or Simply Acula, if you will. And I’ll keep you as Little Bird. Elegant, graceful, beautiful but fragile all the same. It is most suiting.” Taken aback by his words my eyes widen in genuine surprise as no one before him as paid me much attention nor complimented me in such a way. I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks though I know no color will show through but I still duck my head in embarrassment for a few seconds before I ask softly, ”What makes me so fragile?”
Perhaps a naïve and frankly silly question to pose but my curiosity remains unaffected by such notions and I do not wish to take back the words. Blue eyes return to his ghostly face, glimmering brightly; questioningly. I begin to think to myself, while I await his answer, what it would be like to allow him to take my virginity and the gleam in my eyes begins to change to something resembling interest. More than a little shocked I step back a fraction of an inch before changing directions and shifting closer.
I had liked his feather-light touch before and feeling slightly more confident as I allow my newer hormones a chance I come as close as I dare. Timidly I stretch out my muzzle toward Acula, intent on brushing my muzzle against his shoulder in a friendly gesture and perhaps to show him that I am not quite as ignorant as he believes me to be. As my muzzle nears his flesh I pause a half second, then bare my teeth and if he does not move he will find that he has received the slightest of nips. Childish? I am not sure but the feeling to nip him came over me and I went with my hormones rather than my brain. I am an idiot…
OOC: Complete, she got a little strange at the end XD
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Post by canine on Sept 22, 2011 17:18:52 GMT -8
It has been awhile since I last had a mare so close to me. Whether any of my previous encounters had sired bastards I do not know. I could hardly care either. They were passing flings and I had little interest in following up upon whether the little mares had swollen stomachs by fall. None of them had been so pure however. All mounted by stallions, all eager for one more lay. I almost wanted to curl my lips back in disgust. I was never interested in the spoils of other stallions. It had never been my cup of tea, so to speak. I figured one day I would be monogamous and this wonton life would become a bore. However the thought of it was like bile upon my tongue – disgusting.
A slow brow arched carefully at her actions. Uncertain before seeming to gain some new ground. Almost as if some kind of light bulb went off within that pretty little head of her. I smiled. Behind it was everything devious, inappropriate and filthy that had fluttered through my mind. I could hide it all away. “All beautiful things are fragile. It's what makes their beauty so fleeting and cherished.” It was what made them more fun to break.
As her teeth touched my shoulder I couldn't help but tilt my head. She wasn't resisting and now she was initiating contact. To say I was pleased would have been an understatement. Feigning the slightest look of amusement I stepped in closer. Daring to let my body brush against hers I moved my head to return to childish gesture. However I reached to nibble at the base of her neck and along her withers.
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Post by Randa on Sept 23, 2011 12:18:03 GMT -8
I know my actions have changed rather quickly, my attitude toward this stranger as well and perhaps this confuses him but the more likely scenario in my mind is that he has not given it much thought. I prefer it this way. If I am to br-breed, even mentally I stumble over the word in my child-like innocence, I would rather my actions not be made into a show of sorts for his personal amusement. It will be difficult enough for me to do this without my brother’s knowledge as his policy regarding mares of his herd breeding is very strict and I know he will be angry.
He allows me to nip his shoulder gently which pleases me greatly, in my mind, this means I have done something correctly. Then he leans toward me and my muscles tense, locking into place while my mind goes curiously blank. The feeling of his teeth nibbling my skin sends shivers of pleasure down my spine; not knowing how to handle these new sensations I back away for a second, eyelids closed. Blue eyes see the world a moment later to stare at him and I begin to see him in a new light; a new way; I want him… I shift closer then, instinct taking over, and I nip the underside of his jaw where it connects to his throat just once before turning away, peering over my shoulder at him. I take a deep breath to steady myself.
My delayed response flies easily from my lips on the breath I had just taken as it is expelled from my lungs, ”Perhaps I am not as fragile as you believe me to be, Acula.” Foolish words I suppose but it is too late to retrieve them and hold them at bay. I stare at him my gaze soft but piercing as I wait for him to make the next move, I know he wants me too that much is clear, but I must admit I find myself unendingly nervous and yet strangely thrilled.
OOC: Complete. ♥ She's a silly creature.
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