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Post by souls t a r` on Feb 1, 2009 16:31:58 GMT -5
 THE dark, thick foliage that surrounded the terrain condemned it to a field of shadows and barely a hint of sunlight. This darkness concealed many creatures from the danger of predators but it also gave the predators that lived about it more places to hide to find prey. Being among that prey were horses and already, as Minx Poison had seen, there were some old rotten bones that were slowly being swallowed up by the dirt they lay upon. The sight of the skeletons didn’t frighten Minx at all. Rather, she felt quite serene as she gazed upon them. She had only seen three horse skeletons so far and it troubled her not at all. But what did dishevel her was that she felt someone was stalking her. Creeping up behind her to attack. Minx ceased her slow walk and craned her neck back to look behind her. Peering into the heavy darkness that cloaked Black Lake she found no other movement. Perhaps she was imagining things.
FLICKING her tail side to side idly the harlot straightened out her posture and began walking forward once more. After she had gone at least twenty yards she then heard the subtle sound of a twig crack. Again she stopped in her tracks. Swinging her hips aside she placed her rump up against the trunk of a tall tree. Minx gazed out at the forestry. A small hint of gray fur poked out through the bushes about ten yards away from where she stood. Lacing her ears back the essa bared her dentures and took a step forward. As she did this another mangy form came up from her right and ran swiftly up toward her side. Minx Poison swung her torso in the direction of the wolf and reared up upon her hind legs, wildly kicking out with her front pistons.
LANDING back down on all fours she swung her dished head to the left. The darker wolf had leapt to the side and was now on her left and the lighter one was now loping up to her from behind. Releasing a shrill squeal the harlot sped forward into a gallop, leaving the two behind her. Minx moved quickly, her ligaments pumping beneath her lithe frame. Dirt clumps rose to the air behind her as she kicked up the loose clay. Minx Poison galloped on for at least two hundred yards before she then looked back. The two wolves weren’t there. Slowing her gait from a canter to a trot the fatale allowed herself to gain her breath back. Sweat dappled her neck and shoulders. Sick.. She thought as she felt the beads of perspiration trail down from her neck and shoulder blades.
TROTTING onward she weaved around the lush vegetation, avoiding the poisonous leaves and plants. Minx soon came upon a dark lake. Reducing her trot to walk now she came to the water’s edge and lowered her skull near the surface of the liquid. Parting her lappets she drank the water eagerly. When she was finished the mahogany witch elevated her cranium slowly as she scanned the scenery around her. It a gloomy, somber place. Immediately Minx came to like it. She wasn’t really a mare to come about and join a herd but this place did fit to her liking and quite possibly she could become queen. Minx wouldn’t mind fighting for such a title. Not at all. But all this did depend upon whether the stallion that was the lead of this place had any sort of wit and if he was anything close to being her equal. Well, she would have to wait and see.
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Post by azul. on Feb 7, 2009 14:15:12 GMT -5
{ R I K U ;
It's hard to look at your picture anymore,
When do you let go?
Soft, hushed tones of the lake, in a way, was comforting. If you'd imagined the dappled stallion's response to the bleak surroundings, the fact that the monstrous trees blocked out most of the morning sunlight, it would have been a 'hell yes,' and there would be no consideration. But now, I'd come to like it - it grew on me, much like a disease. So what, maybe I needed a change, but if the turmoil from the past two years hadn't been enough torment, moving to another dark realm sure as hell would be. Barrel lifted slightly, inhale held tight within my lungs, lidded azure orbs peeking out into the dimly lit scenery before falling to rest on the rippling water, a feeling of content washing through me. Exhale was finally given, steel hued limbs quietly barging through the vien-like roots that managed to ground themselves into the earth - as I could imagine, this would be a good spot for those species of plants to grow. Hm.
Radars flicked forward slightly, creamy tresses shimmering along my topline, a faint breeze teasing the edges of them. Azures clamped shut slightly, a sudden urge to release a scream lingering around me; however, I'd lost that animalistic terror a few years back, for whatever reason that was unknown to myself. Dished facade lifted, mug rising into the drafty air, inhaling a new fragrance - belonging to an equine, and the predators. Radars snapped backwards, and only when a shrill, high octave squeal carry to me did my limbs leap forward into action. Damn the wolves. Damn them! I hadn't seen the predators for nearly five years, and they show up now, when I seemingly had more unexpected arrivals? God damn. Nares widened, pooling in the droplets of clear water that rose up as my headlong sprint carried my slender statue through the lake's dark liquid. Narrowed optics lifted onto the forested horizon, scanning out the lithe for any signs of the attacker, and well, the attackee. Crown pointed skywards, exposed jugular transmitting a low pitched exclamation, worried for whatever was the planned meal for the wolves' feast.
Ashen frame darkened to a streaked pewter tint as I slashed through the water towards the arriving figure. Mid-way through the murky depths, my frame slowed from quick run, treading slowly - orbs never once leaving the mahogany statue, who was now appearing relaxed. Snort emitted from my nares, inhaling a damp breath, frame ushering forwards - so, this was the meal planned? Closing in the distance, I let my azures run over the bitch's form slightly, noticing a lack of injuries. Voice mingled into the faint rush of the ripples that I created, barrel swinging out to one side as I pulled myself out of the lake, breaths returning to a normal rate, heart no longer beating with a worried undertone. "I'm guessing you aren't going to be the entree for tonight?" After I spoke the sly words, my tone brisk and comical, I almost had to scold myself. "Ha ha ha, you idiot. You sounded like me." That wasn't really the goal here.
Throat cleared, frame taking a few seconds to shake off the excess water that added to the sinking feeling that began to form in the pit of my stomach. Azures watched the russet equine slowly, coy smile spreading across my facade, voice again carrying out, showing the concern that I couldn't ever hide. "I must apologize though for your.. ordeal. The wolves have been malicious as of late; and it won't be long before they launch their own attack." Facade shifted out to where the wolves' den had once been - although, since the years had passed, most of the pups would have been grown by now. And with the smaller Xion still a fragile flicka, I'd have to be careful - or there would be a hell to pay. Gaze wandered to the water front, inhaling slightly, warm vocals entering the cooled air. "I am Riku, the king of Black Lake. And you are?" It was odd that I hadn't shown the immature hesitant nature that I once claimed. All that didn't matter when it came down to it - I was king. Period.
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Post by souls t a r` on Feb 7, 2009 14:58:00 GMT -5
Slender limbs shifted beneath her mahogany frame as she changed weight upon her ligaments. Why did those damn wolves always come after her? Why had they killed her daughter? Minx Poison had not the knowledge to the reason why but a deep, agonizing hatred bubbled within her for the canines. They had taken away something that had been her pride and joy. Something that had been apart of her.
Arching her elegant, lithe neck she peered down at the twisted soil beneath her. Raising her left foreleg she stamped the earth with her leaden hoof, leaving a dark half-crescent in the turf. Damn. Minx thought. Maybe I should go back and kill one of the bastards..
Turning her head back in the direction of where she had come Minx debated upon going back. But something in her mind held her to her place. Those weren't the wolves that killed my daughter.. She thought with misery. Lifting her head up toward the dark sky she caught the noise of footfalls. Flicking her revolvers back and forth she peered into the heavy darkness.
A large bulky figure came loping up to her. A stag? Minx watched him as he then came to halt near her a few feet away. Examining the bronc she snorted loudly. Immediately he began to speak. His voice was something annoying and Minx, quite frankly, didn't entirely like it. "What do you mean by that?" She spoke vehemently.
Taking a step in the direction of the dappled stallion she peered at his face. A rather stern look was stretched across her countenance as she looked upon the bronc. He was dripping wet. Soaked. Had he been off swimming? Minx Poison waited for the virile to respond but instead she got yet another speech from him. Sighing she listened with half-attentiveness.
Wolves causing trouble? There's nothing new there. She thought with a huff. The next thing that slithered out of the stallion's mouth was his name. Riku? She had never heard a name like that before. "If you must know, I'm Minx Poison." She reluctantly spoke out her name to the bronc. Even though he was the king of such a place she wasn't entirely sure she cared to suck up to him yet. "So don't you have a queen hanging around here, Riku?"
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