Almost... [Invisible]

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Daggers moved fluently, flexing gently at the joints, flowing smoothly with 'er ebony pillars. Moonlight glinted down softly, reflecting off her shadowy coat steadily. Her silky banner blew back lightly is the breeze, sounding of stirring branches, and falling leaves all around her. Coating a crimson path ahead on the dark blade. Dame came to a floating halt, pillars momentum stopping immediately. Pools focused on the blood red path beyond her, moonlight bathing her body, reflecting the crimson leaves, leaving a bloody glint to ebony coat. The colour of blood could be seen in many ways, good and bad, Arana, had only ever seen it as bad, her past having a violent affect on her heart. Those of the lines she was born to, all were light-hearted, looking at red as love, and something to enjoy. Arana had never believed this, she was always different than those of her herd, and this was proven to her the day her father died....

Dame's thickening black pillars flowed rockily ahead of her, she was becoming a full grown equine, just out-growing her fillies body. Her pools shifted around her, taking in her surroundings, coudln't she ever escape all her insane relatives? Did everything have to be happy?

She continued on, dishes rotating round her, the screeching of fighting stallions nearby. She shifted her body, heading to wards it. More frequent then not she found her father fighting off some devil, who had his heart set on claiming her fathers mares, and torturing them all. This time though, she came just to see her fathers night-black body, dripping sticky-crimson liquid, falling to the mossy ground, with a hard thud. She knew better than to call out... turned on 'er hind pillars, and galloped away as fast as her awkward body would take her. As she stopped, in the middle of a shaded forest, her heart beat thudding in her dishes, so loud she couldn't hear herself think. Trying to take the tragedy that had just happened in.....

Dame jumped, snapping herself back to reality, back to the horrible torture she'd been stuck with, back to her being without her father, back to her life. Arana knew perfectly well where she was, and she hated it. Anything that would give her a better chance at life, she hated with a passion, she'd tried committing suicide many times, but multiple times were a failure, and non-fatal. She turned on 'er pillars, body moving silkily, into the dense forest, of nearly barren trees. Her ebony body blending well into the shadowed pawns, hoping to stay somewhat concealed, and stay out of sight.

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

King of the Shadows

Camouflaged with the forest around him the dappled demon moved soundlessly threw the dead trees. Atlantic blue orbs scanned all that was around him, thorns swiveled at every sound and nares to in every scent. The night was cold and the wind that came with it was bitter. No creature stirred on nights like this, except those who lived with the wind.

As the brute came closer the edge of Dekera Falls, he came to a halt. There not to far ahead was a ebony wench, who was unfimilar to the beast. Nares worked hard to try and take in every scent that she possessed, but s they did the fae became more of a stranger.

The damsel seemed to be deep in thought, her eyes where out of focus and her nares where not keen to what scents where around them. It was a dangerous state to be in, for she didn't know what was lurking around her.

A smirk played across his maw as the mare jumped her-self back to her surroundings, but still he remained hidden and quite. Once again on the move the fae came closer to where the beast was standing still totally unaware of his presence.

Reading her body language and her aroma, he knew that she was trying to stay hidden. But, more importantly he could tell that like him-self she saw the ways of evil. He wondered how long it would take the ebony one to realize that she was not alone, but he decided he would make himself known instead.

Coming out of his position, the brutes dappled grey pelt became visible along with his true arabian visage. Pillars moved without sound as he approched the wench.

Well, ebony one I must say that being unaware of your surroundings could lead you into trouble.

Vocals where icy, and as bitter as the wind that chilled there spins. His tail was held high and his boa was arch, as his ancestors before him had all stood.


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Nares flared, dame felt a sharp tingle run from cranium to rump. She wasn't along, another being was lurking within the shadows, a being of a devil. Raising her cranium, and relaxing her muscles she showed no sign of fear, just that of confrontation. How could she end up living in the past again? How could she let him go undetected?

Pools set upon the area where she expected him to appear, as he did, she must admit to herself that he had an exquisite frame. At this she stepped out of the shadows, letting the moon spill silver over her dark coat. Dame tilted her cranium slightly, banner moving silking, resting far below her thick boa. Setting 'er pools upon her suitor, she quickly appraised him, then prepared herself to address him. Possible, that I didn't want to notice, as much as I wasn't paying attention? her cool flat cool tones matching his directly. Arana wasn't anything like a light-hearted mare, one who was jumping to be charmed by a thick headed stallion, floating along on his daggers, not a care in the world. That was far from her, she knew that stallions, were nothing more than play toys, nothing to get excited about, nothing to even bother showing emotion to. Nobody had mattered to her at all, since her father.

(ooc: sorry its short, the Internet kept freezing and I lost my post and had to restart, kinda lost what I was going o say after that xD)

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


Atlantic blue orbs studied the mare as she studied him. She was a beauty; he found that he was now attracted to the darker coated mares, so that there gave her a high appeal. However, the fact that she was unaware of her surroundings was not a good thing, especially here in Midnight Acres. Auds flicked onto the mare has her flat bitter tones reached him. Ah, so she was letting him set the mood. Was this ebony mare one who didn’t try to take control?

A deep chuckle came from the brute as her words where processed. She thought he was naive, he knew she was unaware and hadn’t decided to not take notice. The brute had seen that trick played over a thousand times and more. How would this fae, be able to live amongst his land, or any dark land for that mater, without being alert at all times? The answer to that question was easy, she wouldn’t.

Please, we both know that you where startled by my approach.

The stallions voice became darker and held a, I am in charge tone. For when she had let him set the pace, she had let him know that he was in charge, and giving that cue to this brute could led her into danger. Grunting, to show his dominance he approached the fae and began to take in her scent. This damsel would be coming home with the brute and he was sure of it.

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Arana narrowed her pools in anger. Quite obviously the stallion had mis-perceived her actions as she meant them to be. He wasn't one to play along with sarcasm, or waste any time, that was exactly what Arana was all about.

She shifted her orbs to the brute, tilting her crown so the moonlight glinted off her visage. You may think you know, but clearly you don't know, because I am the only one who knows, because I am the only one inside my head. So since you are not inside my head you cannot say you know. came in calm even tones.

As the brute approached, dame stayed calm and cool. Her only movement, tail whipping of the bloodsuckers, and orbs following the devil. As he got closer, she took a moment to tease, releasing her scent just so he got a taste of it. At this she turned on her thick black pillars. She kept a steading four-beat, showing that she wasn't afraid nor was she running away, she was just leaving him there.

Dame clearly wasn't one to let herself be commanded by a brute, if theres one thing she couldn't stand more than anything out of this hell that was called life it was self-centered brutes who thought that since they were of the masculine gender, thought they took command over everything else in life. It seemed, just by god's pure torture, that she had come across a pig-headed brute like this one. Arana knew she had done had committed alot of so called "sins" in her life, and it seemed that the karma always amounted up to her being set up with equine like this one.

By now the brute was fully out of sight, the darkness of the night helped to once again mask her frame within the reaching withering branches of the rotting forest. Dame knew she could be clearly scented even within the darkness. She could care less if he found her, but one thing that would make the difference, was if he tried to take control of her, that's one thing that wasn't going to happen....

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


Smirking at the anger that rushed to fill the fae’s visage, Yarraman found it rather amusing when mares became angered. Auds remained forward as the mare spoke, she was trying to hide the anger that she had shown in her eyes, by speaking calmly, but the beast was not fooled.

Nares flared when the damsel teased him with the release of her scent, she was going to be a fun one. Yarraman stored the vixen’s odor into his brain, and just when he was beginning to enjoy her smell the fae turned and walked off. So the pursuit was on. The dappled stallion let the fae get far enough ahead so that she was just a dot in the distance and then he began to follow her by traveling threw the shadows.

This fae was something else, the stallion knew that she had turned away because she was aggravated that he had taken control of the situation and became dominate. But, she was the one who had given him the sign to take the control; she had given him the “reigns”. Yarraman had become really aggravated with fae’s, they all thought that he was self-centered, but they where wrong Yarraman knew that he had faults and he would openly admit them, which was why he was so great.

Peering through the trees, the brute could see the midnight black fae. Surging ahead, the brute then cut threw the trees and came out in front of the mare, and he stood waiting for her to stop.

You know wench, you have no reason to be aggravated with me taking control when you where the one who gave me the cue’s that you did not want it

Vocals where dark, but held a tone of slight friendliness, his attitude had changed. He respected that she didn’t want to be bossed around, and she had expressed it well, which was why he had gone after her. This brute wanted his herd to be able to stand up for them self’s and speak their minds, well to a point, consent complaining would not be tolerated.

Shall we start over then?..... My curse is Yarraman and I am the king of Taunted Marshes. What name as fallen upon you?

Would the fae accept his gesture or would she disregard him all together? It had to be worth something that he had tried, that he had listened to what she was telling him, even if it was said without words.

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Dame heard the brute approaching, she showed no effort to move away. As he came to a halt in front of her, she stood calmly, gaze level with his orbs. As his first vocals came, she couldn't help but chuckle. Her maw spreading into a wide grin. This stallion, he was different than the others, but not quite in a good way, but that was her opinion.

Stallions were rather interesting, as far as Arana was concerned, they were nothing to waste time on. Sure they could provide you a home, and a safe life, that was a good thing, if you wanted to live. Arana could really care less, she would love to feel her crimson blood trickling softly down her ebony coat. But for some reason, she didn't have the bravery to do it to herself, she just kept living, waiting for something to happen, it never did.

Her orbs widened slightly, had her auds picked his vocals up right, had he just said he wanted to start over? Well that was no fun, he just had to rain on her parade didn't he? He was definitely not who she had thought he was, it was like to her him saying this was showing some sort of weakness to her, she couldn't have that, now could she? Of course she had walked away, that was a test character, and he had definitely just failed the test in her eyes. She wanted someone she could have fun with, if anything in life, that kin of thing is what she thrived off of, with him it seemed she could not fulfill this need, making life more hellish than its regular hellishness.

Now dame had a choice to make, since she knew he wasn't about to overpower her, she had the choice to simply walk right out of his life, as if she had never been there. Or she could stay and play around with him, just a little bit more, Really she was choosing to live or die, because she was building up the willpower to walk off and starve herself to death. Which she would choose she didn't know...... The last option was to go with him, and starve herself there, best of both worlds so to speak, or in her case worst of both worlds.

Arana shook her cranium lightly, side to side, boa arching softly each way. Tsk, tsk her vocals came almost seductively. Now Yarraman, that's not like a cold brute like yourself, to give in....... and give me the power now is it? tones now were almost scolding. Starting over, isn't something a darker stallion like yourself would be caught doing, now is it? voice was ice cold now. She wasn't sure quite what went through this brutes head, but hopefully she was about to find out.

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


Dappled brute watched as the mare digested his words and then laughed at them, and was relived. Of course the stallion had not been serious with his apology, that was his first rule never apologize, for it only showed a sign of weakness. The only reason that Yarraman had suggested to start over was to see if the mare would truly fit in with his life and she had passed that test. But, he still wanted to test her for he was not completely sure he wanted her, wasn’t sure she would fit in. While the brute thought all of this he left his face blank, as if he… well who he was pretending to be was shocked at her laughing and so he resumed his fake self.

How dare she laugh at him, he was a king and a brutal one at that. This wench didn’t know what she was doing and he did not approve of her actions and that showed on the brutes face. The fae would surly see this as a sign of weakness too, showing your emotions. It was hard for this beast to show his emotions for he had to work to do it hiding them had come so natural to him.

Yarraman stood there patiently has the mare was silent, but he wanted to laugh he had her fooled and he loved it. However, he had to remain in this fake self for he still wanted to test her. Orbs watched intently yet again as she heard his suggestion to start over, and he hoped that she would respond to his likening, and she did. It took everything in Yarraman to not laugh on the looks that crossed the mares face. She was truly mad that he had suggested to start over, she had been having fun.

Yarraman wondered what she was thinking; he really wanted to know what she thought about his sudden “change” in character. He had never done this before, but for some reason with this mare he had the urge to do it. Finally Arana spoke and the dappled grey stallion listened intently. Ah, so she had fallen for it, Yarraman had done his part well, and Arana had passed the test. A deep chuckle escaped the beast it and it was filled with deep humor and could only have been done by the “real” Yarraman.

Of course I would not really act like that wench, but just as you have tested me I needed to test you in return. I do not allow just any mare into my herd, what kind of brute would I be if I did? A weak one, one who was desperate, and I have never been desperate for mares in my life and I doubt I ever will be. So you have passed my test and you will be coming with me, and no you will not be starving yourself in my lands. An equine such as your self should live. I will ask only once more, what is your curse?

Vocals where no restored to normal, dark and demanding. For he had the right to demanded, he had the power and the strength to fight her and win.

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{OOC: Sorry it took so long. I didn’t like how I had played yarry that was when he was undeveloped so I had to think of something to cover it up and that was what I thought of. }