xx Let Bodies Hit The F L O O R. [Yarraman]

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Watch Out...

A strong scent could easily be picked up, this stallion was doing nothing to hide himself, probly not the best thing to do if your living by yourself. Sophie raised her almost black neck and head, arching it in the way only arabians could, her harks were slammed against her skull, and dark pools narrowed to slits. Her nares were flared. A shriek escaped her lips as she called for this one to reveal himself. Without any question, she passed the barrier into his lands, and carried on through them as if they were her own.
The night was dark, and evil, just the wayshe liked it, she liked this land, almost better thqan her own. Raine slapped onto her pelt, making it even darker, mane and forlock were matted to her neck and face, her hooves sunk into the deep sticky mud, however, this was her life, the one of a true dark. It was plesent forh her. She snorted and tossed her head, rearing up as a flash of lightnibng struck a nearby tree, however, she did not rear in fear, she reared in excitement, this place was terrific, apart from that noticable stench of the brute that had chosen this land. Again, she screamed out to him letting every creature in this realm know she was here. She slowed from her trot, to a walk, then to a halt, out side the caves, where she could herar bats whistling and howling. The wind ripped through the branches, causing the new spring leaves to fall helplessly to the ground.

...'Cuz I Don't Like The New Guys.

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The atmosphere amongst Taunted Marshes changed when the mare stepped passed the lands barrier, her presents did not go unnoticed. But, the stallion of these lands was currently not here.

Dappled stallion was on his way back to his terra, after a trip to Zukzara brooks, when he heard a call come from his land. Auds flattened the brutes pace when quickly to a gallop. As he neared the wind brought him the scent of a mare, but not a mare that had come to seek a mate, one who was here for trouble. Pillars struck the earth violently, not caring about the water that was splashing all over his muddied coat.

Entering his land he came up behind the mare, orbs traced over her physique. Her dark bay body was equally as wet as his coat. Snorting he came to a halt in front of the fae, and his gray lips parted.

Who are you and why have you entered my lands?

He knew her scent form that of the land of Knife’s Edge, so she could be here for a challenge. But, Yarraman was going to give the fae a chance to state her reason for being here. For all he knew it could be her coming to welcome him, although he highly doubted that.

As the two stood and waited for her response, another crack of lighting hit a tree not too far from where the two were standing, bats that where in the tree swooped lowly over the two equine almost hitting them. The storm was now passing over the spot where the where standing.

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Evil is purity

Harks twisted towards her hind as she heard approching hooves from behind, a sly smirk spread across her face as she spun to face him on her heels. He did not look the happiest of stallions...well, who would if they came back to their terra only to find it being invaded by someone they hadn't met before?
The rain still poured heavily down on her back, but the wind had eased a little, just casting a big gust every minute or two. The thunder had quietened and the lightning strikes had faded away. As the dappled stallion came to a halt infront of her, she snorted, and licked her lips when he had finished speaking, Now now brute, one question at a time. she cackled, stepping forward and grazing her teeth along his neck and shoulder. She took a step back again and continued her speech. And really, do I need a reason? Please, is it too much for you to handle for a mare to wander across your lands without trouble? She snarled, he tone silky and icy as always.

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Taunted Marshes, was finally relived of the wrath of the storm. Shaking his body, the water that had not yet seeped into his coat was spattered in all different directions. Twin towers where still hidden in the tangled grey mane, but raised a little when the bay mare spoke. Dark pools watch her every move, from the lick of her lips to the graze of her teeth along his upper body. When the mare quitted, he snorted in disgust, she thought she was so clever.

Yes you do need a reason, for I know you are not just a mare passing threw. You my dear are the lead of Knife’s Edge.

It still puzzled him why she was here. Was it to greet him? It could very well be even though that wasn’t his style of doing things every horse was different especially mares. But, he was being rude. Yarraman released his towers and allowed them to stand erect, in a friendly sort of way.

So I ask again. Why are you here?

The tone of voice was not as rude but still dark. He was tring his best to be better with new equine and so far it wasnt working out.

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The dark coloured mare watched as the brute releived himself of the water on his body, and smirked, she stood still, looking at him, not moving, when he spoke, she dragged her eyes up to meet his. A snarl drew across her face Ahh, such a clever fool, yes, you are right, i am the leader of Knifes Edge. But call me dear again, and you shall have my hoof imprinted in your family jewels. She snapped at him, harks slapping back to her skull, she bared her teeth and clacked them together, inches from his face. She watched his harks come forward, a friendly gesture? She whipepd her tail around her hind sharply, making a loud, echoing crack. Why do you ask again? You know damn well you will not get an answer from me. with that, she snorted sharply, causing the raindrops that had settled on her muzzle to spray everywhere. She stepped past the stallion and ventured deeper into his lands, looking around.

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King of the Shadows

Towers snapped back at the wench's words, well so much for being nice. Yarraman backed up a step when she snapped near his face, her actions surprised him, and they were not going to be tolerated.

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Well, wench you have over spent your time. It is time for you to take your carcass out of here.

Any hint of welcoming was out the window and, his lyrics where barton and filled with spite. Snotring he stood his ground, if she did not leave willingly he wouldn't think twice about forcing her out of here.

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Sophie smirked slightly when the staslllion positioned himself infront of her, she moved quickly, sidestepping out of his way and darting forward, however, she did stop, turn, and look at him, harks pricked forward for a second, then returned to their usual postion. She listened to his words. Teeth flashed, harks slapped her skull, eyes narrowed to slits. She hurled her bodice forward and inserted her fangs deep into his flesh, on his left shoulder, a loud, anger squeal escaped her lips. One thing, bastard. I am not a wench. She spat, eyes now wide with fury. she was beginning to loose her temper with him. In the first place, she did not come to cause trouble, simply to let everyone know of her presence and excistence.
She laughed at his words, Kicking me out so soon? she wimpered softly, It is getting dark, would you really let a lady wander home alone in such a dangerous place? He tones were now soft and seductive. She licked her lips and walked up to him.

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[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Let your intelligence guide you away

Yarraman stayed in the same position as the wench passed around him, but turned when she spoke. Although he tried the stallion did not doge the fae’s lunge and as he felt her teeth in his skin, a wildness filled his eyes. If only the fae had returned his friendly gesture, her presence would have been welcome, but the welcoming was now lost in the past and would never return.

Auds remained pinned, and his temper rose to greater heights as she laughed. But, then he himself laughed, an evil and cunning laugh. Now she was trying to stay, and seduce him, well she had picked the wrong stallion to play this game with.

Without any warning Yarraman raised on his hind legs and planted his hoofs on her chest. Coming back down he snorted and snapped his teeth at the mare.

Get out now

Trotting behind the fae he nipped violently at her rump and pushed her body with his own. The stallion easily outweighed the mare and he was determined to get her but out of his lands. She had made no friend here.

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Sophies dark features creased into a grin as she felt the stallions temper rise. Oh how fun it would be to have a meeting with this bastard at the Battlegrounds. For equines that loose their temper quickly show they cannot control what is infront of them. She laughed again, She enjoyed the anger in his eyes, the pure hatred he was spitting at her. No reaction was made as he reared, however, she had planned his attack, she rose too, so their bodies collided in mid air, teeth flashed wildly at the brute. Attacking a lady? No matter what the circumstances, it was truely wrong. A loud angry squeal erupted from her mouth. How dare you attack me! Again, teeth wanted blood, she dived forward at his flesh, hoping to reach his veins once more. She ripped her teeth away from his body and returned to the ground with a loud thump. Hooves causing great splashes of mud to spray both her and the other stallion. She snorted and snaked her neck towards him. However, he trotted away, She stood still, but then felt fangs on her hind, moving fast, she bucked high into the air, hoping to crack his jaw, then kicked out at his chest. a simple, yet dramatic word escaped through her kissers. No.
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[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Let your intelligence guide you away

Well, well, this night had the potential of being a full blown battle. Others might think it utterly wrong to attack a femme, but Yarraman was a true dark and would attack a vixen only when she attacked first.

The mud that was splashed up from the impact of her carcass coming back down to earth mixed with the blood that was dripping from the dappled beats wounds. As she bucked, the fae’s hoofs barley grazed the side of the brutes face causing more blood to escape from his veins. Side stepping the attempt on his chest, Yarraman snorted and charged he circled her and then rammed his body into her side.

Pillars sunk into the mud as the vixen pushed back against Yarraman’s body. His intentions where not to hurt her, in fact that was the farthest thing from his mind, he just wanted her out of his land.

A few feet from the edge of his realm Yarraman stopped pushing and stepped back, as to avoid an attack, even though the dappled one out weighed the dark fae, her ristance made it difficult for him to push her all the way out.

Just get out!

His voice was dark, and on the verge of insanity.

{OOC: I am sorry i have no muse so its bad. Also sorry for not replying i have finals all this week and had a huge amount of studing to do.}

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The dark bay mare snorted, he was clever, but not clever enough, he had managed to dsodge the attack to his chest, but unable to move wuick enough for the attack to his face, crimson liquid spilled from his dial, she whipped her body around and reared slightly, making her dial level with his. Then allowed herself to drop down to the ground, caking even more blood and mud up her legs. She circled him slowly, now and again, a fierce flash of teeth showed. For him, prehaps this was a fight, but to her, it was just a game. She licked her lips slowly and smirked, he was really loosing his temper. She found it rather amusing. Now now now Yarraman, don't you think it a little unwise to loose your temper, you could maybe get that wound up that you loose control. Then who would be here to throw me out? She snorted softly and walked up to him, nudging his shoulder gently. Deep down, dshe had a weird yet wonderful feeling about this stallion. She backed away slightly and he charged, his bodice was slightly stronger than hers, however, that didn't mean he could push her around like a filly. She dug her heels deep into the mud, causing his blow to only shake her. Calm down idiot. she snarled. This was really getting quite annoying now. She was not doing anything wrong here so why was he treating her like a monster?

[Its okay=D don't worry about it, aslong as you stay active as much as possible!]

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[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Will a brawl turn into a friendship… or something more?



Thorns ignored the words she spoke until his name came from her velvets. Yarraman stopped and a smirk played across his face as he thought back to their encounter. He had not mentioned his name, so how did this wench know who he was?

Ah, loosing his temper, it would be his weakness, and Yarraman was wise enough to realize that he was not perfect for every equine had their flaws, and he did not pretened that he was perfect, he showed his true colors and did not care what others thought.

Loosing control, that was something that the dappled brute could never see happening, he lived with his temper for seven years and never had it caused him to loose control, and it wouldn’t happen in the future.

When the dark bay mare put her velvets to his shoulder, Yarraman’s temper declined, and resumed how it was when the fae had first arrived. Had he over reacted? Mabye, but Yarraman never apologized for his actions, or words and he never would.

Well, we are a wise one. How wench do you know the name that has fallen apon me?

So, where was this going to go now, the feeling of her touch still lingerd upon Yarraman’s shoulder, and to him it had lingerd to long. Shaking his body a mixture of mud and blood was removed from Yarraman’s dappled pelt.

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Sophie smirked when he spoke, oh yes, she knew who he was. But had perposly forgot to mention it earlier. The dark coloured mare looked to the sky for a moment, closing her eyes, she sighed softly, why did everyone always go mad when they crossed her. Yes, she looked and acted evil, but deep down, she did actually have a heart, even if she didn't always remember how to use it. Lowering her head to normal height, she looked at Yarraman with a slight smirk on her face. News travels fast to those who ask for it brute. She snarled, licking her muzzle. she blinked, and nudged his shoulder again, placing a small but firm nip on his flesh when he called her wench. The name you will address me by will be Sophie. not wench. Understand? Her tone was firm, she meant it. No one got away with calling her that. She was addressed either by her name, or miss. She was royalty, nothing less.

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For some reason the sigh that came from the dark bay vixen seemed to, cause feelings that Yarraman didn’t know how to explain because he had never before felt them. This was crazy, the only reason he was feeling these things was because his body was tired and was acting strange. At least that was what the brute hoped.

He relaxed his boa and muscles when the wench, lowered her own neck, the now seemed to be on friendly terms but who knows, was she playing a trick? So she was interested in who he was, that was surprising to Yarraman. Most horses didn’t go looking for new comers, especially those who had their own land.

Dappled pelt twitched when the fae’s ivories left their impression on his shoulder just below the wound they had made earlier. Yarraman would respect her wishes to not be called a wench, for she had asserted herself and he found that appealing in any mare.

A flock of bats swooped over head, they were returning to their cave after the nights hunt. Yarraman couldn’t believe that it was already that late. He was exhausted and, would need a long nights rest, for tomorrow he would be going to look for the first member of his hearm. Or had he already found her?

Well hen Sophie, it’s a pleasure to meet you. So do you go looking for all new comers?

His tone was dark and tempting; it held promise of protection and a wild ride. But, underneath all of that there was something else, could it be the tone of attraction?

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The night was rolling in fast, and it was such a trip back home, for her lands were much further south than Taunting Marshes. She snorted as the bats flew low, back too their cave, she felt their claws rip at her flesh, and tangle her tassels, however, she gave out no flinch nor a reaction. A now calm wind whistled the tops of the trees, causing the trunks of them to creak uneasily. She glanced around the realm for a moment, not far from the caves, there was a small dry patch where the trees looked to have protected the ground from the storm. There, it looked warm and cosy. She remained her gaze upon it for a moment or two, then swung her head around back to Yarraman, a plesant grin placed on her dial. She had done it, calmed him, got him under her spell. Like always, most would back down to her. Now, she had this great stallion under control. She darted forward to his side and took in his scent, grazing her teeth along his side, from his hind to his shoulder, pausing to lick at the wound she had made earlier. She then stepped back and spoke softly, her tone was still dark, evil, and made of silk, but it was friendly. You could say that. I know most of the horses here at Midnight Acres. Fought with many, scared many, tortured many. She turned her head away, her tassels falling over her black orbs. She glanced back up at him and smirked.

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