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Post by Elfhorse on Aug 3, 2009 18:52:33 GMT 10
Tagore. The nemesis of all beings with a soul. His dark figuring with a blood stain located over his coat- giving him an unnatural reddish hue. His eyes glimmered with a sense of pride that originated deep within him. His hooves were placed deliberately on the group - hoping to cause no sound. His mission was to capture and intoxicate another little toy. His pleasure came from the screams they tosses out of their lungs- the pain. the glory. The fun of the kill-- the pleasure of the curse-- the blood of the victim.
I wheeled around, spun around, and made sure my little puppet was being silent. His hooves were without a crunch, and his eyes were glinting with that expression that could only be described as demonic. His body moved as a sliver of shadows through the forest- eyes flashing and looking for the coat of a maiden- his next victim. His body snaked around another tree, a shadow of a crazed monster. A cackle was building in his vocals, but he refrained from voicing them out.
xoxo- tagore;
it sucks- dangnabbit.
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Post by sWiFtChAsEr on Aug 3, 2009 19:16:58 GMT 10
Silvery beauty washed over the land, the sickly sweet smellof her corpse. She was a devil angle, drifting through shadows, in vision but just out of touch, a teasing lour that led them further and further. She danced forth, into the moonlight, and then, when she was a rabbit, waiting for the wolves pounce, she would vanish to reapear a silvery trail of mist in the shadows.
Mist saw the stally through the shadows, traveling fast. She smirked and skirted around him, her hoofpase fast and silent, sure of itself she went through the trees, a trail of silvery thread through the shadows, leading on a chase, louring those silly enough to follow deep into the woods.
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Post by Elfhorse on Aug 3, 2009 19:30:08 GMT 10
Tagore's eyes flashed when they fell upon the victim of his next murder-- or curse. His swirled colors made a tree's shadow with it's own highlights, the blood of many murders, and the sly jester of a clown. As he lowered his gaze to fall upon the whole mare, he decided they were decent. With a cackle-- like that of a jest -- and a murderous smile carved into his delicate features, he slid closer to the ghostly mare.
His cackle would be the first to reach the mare's ears, then the joker mask of the painted demon could be seen more clearly through the trees. His incisors gleamed beneath his onyx mask, the only bits of ivory seen on the bloody demon.
"Hello, little grasshopper. What must one be doing here? Could one possibly get lost?" his silky tone drew forward, reaching for that little maiden's ears. His build was not lacking- he was the best of all worlds, like I would say. He had the speed of a thoroughbred, but the strength of a draft, his fine build resembles that of an Arabian, but it's different for him for he did not resemble any of his ancestors.
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Post by sWiFtChAsEr on Aug 3, 2009 19:46:42 GMT 10
Mist smiled sweetly at the stally, then decided she should surprise him, but then again, why should this be a surprise, she is being natural, is she not? With a smirk she lashed forward, jumping close to the stally, her face so close to his own her hot breath poured down his features. "Well Ello dear stranger, what would one be doing alone on a full moon night?" She smirked then disapeared to reapear in a viel of mist beside him. "Who knows what could lurk within the shadows, perhapse a ghost!" With that she leaped into the air to disapear into mist.... She reapeared, landing on his other side, her soft grey eyes devilish, watching his every move.
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Post by Elfhorse on Aug 3, 2009 19:52:22 GMT 10
A smirk was carved into the demon's features. The mare was fiesty, but it wouldn't mean much for him. His lips parted, with another line of silk tossed out to catch the little trapped fish. She may have seemed free, but the stallion was starting to patiently reel her in. The line of silk shimmering out to the monster who held it, "Young grasshopper, the toxins I produce are too harsh for you? Or is the glare of the light that fall upon the devil too harsh for you."
With a joker mask placed delicately upon his face, he slightered forward, and before she would have a chance to move much more, he let his muzzle delicately caress the muscles on her shoulder, his eyes with a light gleam in them. He stood on his toes, still, with an edge to his feelings. With a eerie cackle, he let his intoxications slide out from beneath his swirling coat.
"Mmm....Delicious flavor you have, doll."
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Post by sWiFtChAsEr on Aug 3, 2009 20:20:34 GMT 10
Mist smiled at the stally and did not move away, she just flicked her head down and pushed his head away. "Thanks, but I know what your thinking stranger, and they are futher away then your wildest dreams, but I guess it is ok to dream, some of them come true, many of them don't." And she disapeared, to reapear in her veil of smoke a few feet infront of him again. She kept out of reaching distance, like a tease, her transparent dapply grey coat shimmering in and out of visability, the trees behind her hazy through her body. (Tiny but I gtg)
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Post by Elfhorse on Aug 3, 2009 20:28:41 GMT 10
A chuckle escaped the demon, his eyes flickering, changing colors then back again. If you hadn't been observing them, the change wouldn't have been noticed. "Little girl, your nightmares have only just begun." With a light toss of his head, the demon shifted over to the maiden, "Did you think I was a mortal, fool." With a cackle, then a trash, his legs struck out, fast enough to catch one unawares. His mane flowed backwards then against him as he rose up and then with a shimmer, he was gone again.
This time, he reappeared behind the young mare. His muzzle lining her rump, and then tracing her lines across to her side, "Mmm....flavorful, little girl. How about another cursing for the young maiden." The joker mask had been replaced, his mouth pulled up into the mocking smile. It was all to horrible to look at, yet, many found his features intoxicating. His flavors consisted of that chocolate that melts that mare with the soft heart, the blood that poisons the stallions that attack him, and the vanilla swirl to top of the delicious treat.
"Do you like sweets?"
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Post by sWiFtChAsEr on Aug 4, 2009 18:11:12 GMT 10
Mist smirked and did not move. A tingle ran up her hind leg, a warning to him. "Although strange as it happens, if it contains sugar, I would have to say no!" On the last word she flung out her hind hoof, kicking at him furiously. She planted one in his underbelly, then jumped around in a circle in mid-air to land silently away from him, again. She let her body slip, till only her vivid outline was visable. She swayed from side to side a little, making it hard to judge compleatly where she was. "If you want me then come get me" She chanted, her voice gliding on swift wings to the jester's ears. (Tiny, but yet again, I did this post last minute)
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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Aug 16, 2009 12:29:13 GMT 10
[glow=red,2,300][...ave mary a...][/glow]
Ave watched the scene, the useless disappearing and reappearing again for the sake of just continuing the exchange. She shimmered out into oblivion, going unseen to the others. Her intentions were nothing but to cause confusion and bring some entertainment to herself...
Ave brushed her lush tail up against the stallions red hued coat, admiring the strange color. She chuckled softly. She wondered if they would react, or continue their strange exchange between the two without acknowledging her presence. She waited, watching with baited breath. She stood a fair distance from this red stallion. She had no worries about the mare named 'Mist', she seemed quite harmless besides the occasional weak kick. The one she had delivered seemed as nothing but a distraction for her to jump out of the way. But what did Ave know? She was phsyco as well, or at least she thought so. And so would others if they knew her.
"Ha..." she thought to herself as the others stood there. She continued to listen to the voices on the wind. She heard both of the horses in front of her breathing, as well as the mares voice. She listened for the voices of the dead, just for the fun of it.
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