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Post by Phallan x; on May 25, 2014 14:27:41 GMT -5
Perhaps the fire was beginning to yearn an escape from the essa. The squeal let out in protest from the male proved it was an unexpected force given forth from her bite. Audits swiveled atop her skull quietly as the male was now separated from her. The dance that had happened between them moments before in battle seemed to strike deeply into her core. He was a rather powerful sire to be precise, though he needed a bit of an attitude adjustment. His ideal game was coming together finally, Phallan was going to play back to him what he was pressing for it seemed.
Thoughts seemed to once again swim inside of her dome, filling her mind. What if? The silence was broken quickly as he made ground between them. His hooven beating the Earth's crust in a thick thundering sound. Auditory system shifted as his massive chest simply bumped into her own. His skull lingering into her shoulder for a moment as he seemed almost normal. She knew this would not last long, he was nothing like normal. This could be used to her advantage in the long run. If she could get him to agree upon a certain plan of action then maybe, just maybe they could help each other. Of course he didn't seem as if he needed help at all, with the being a devious brood and all. His mug seemed to linger along her body for a moment before dropping to the ground. What was this? Her system went into overdrive, knowing something was about to happen. Blood pumped through her veins at a ravenous rate preparing her for the coming actions she was expecting.
She was expecting correctly, his hind hooves lashing toward her skull in his weak attempt. It was not as if he wanted to kill her just play with her for a while. She was playing back as her bodess rose into air pawing at his masculine haunches. Dancing away from his bite in slow strides to face the male once more. "Tisk Tisk hellion" her lyrics sang outward to him quickly. He was quick to draw and even quicker to shoot an appendage toward another. Now it was time for her to play, play with the monster she had encountered and couldn't seem to part from. There was something about his essence that drawled her into him. It was not the disgusting manner at which he presented his character, it was what lay beneath the masculine curvature of pelt, below the bones that held his frame high in pride. His darkened soul was what she was craving, the sheer brutal actions that made him the demon he was. It was almost as if she could suck that right out of him and continue on her way.
The feeling pressing through her system wouldn't fade prompting her to onside with this male again. Her form shifted, flint striking the surface below her weight. Stride brought her to his facial region, soft huff expelling from her lungs. "well now, where shall we go from here hellion?" her question was left hanging in the air as velvet touched his audit. A soft nibble landed directly behind it. Frame slid along the side of his own until she reach his hindquarters. Nudge was given to him as she circled and ran her frame along his opposite barrel. Visuals landing upon his skull once again she paused, "You like games correct? Well let's play a little game then shall we?" Her movement continued almost in a pacing manner as she maneuvered about his stance. "you like to toy with little damsels who can't manage to find a way to escape your power, I want to learn of this power" She wanted to study him in all his greatness. "You help me embody the opposite of what I once was, and I'll lure you all the little toys you can handle to hells gate." The longing to leave the light and become something even the angel's feared was predominate inside her body. It wished to leak upon the soil and spread turmoil to those she wished to take down. Each and every single person she had pleaded with to let her lie in death and be done with this world would pay the price they asked for. She would take it upon her own shoulders to demolish them in the most crude manner possible. "What's say you demon? Can we cease trying to mar each other for a short time and go against your will to not be my friend but a sort of teacher to a minion who has an agenda to keep?" Lashes seemed to shutter for a moment as she made the request. It was now or never, she would either find a path or be shut down to wonder in a lost world yet again.
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Post by A P O L L O // on May 26, 2014 13:26:02 GMT -5
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Help each other? Help each other?! It appears as though you have lost your mind. My dearest darling, you actually think you can persuade the thestral king to assist you? This is the most incredulous thing I have heard in recent times. Ha, I can’t seem to get over it. In what kind of world would Apollo ever feel the desire to help another creature besides himself? The closest emotion to kindness that he could show was indifference. And even that was rare. He’s a one man army, why do you think he couldn’t care less to create a following or reassemble the thestral allegiance? Because he doesn’t need to. Regardless of the crown, Apollo is a formidable opponent, a beast that can overpower any soul that wanders this earth. That’s not boasting, I’m just being truthful. I don’t think it’s wise to make deals with the devil, do you?
A loud snort escaped from the warrior, distinct skull thrown dangerously high as he felt the blunt nails strike against his muscular haunches. She wasn’t inflicting pain but it was unusual to have someone hit back. The two equines had continuously been lunging for each other, one feeble attempt made after another in this strange game. The mistress was drawn to him, that much was clear – like a moth to a flame. She thought this was play but she was so unaware of how wrong this could go. You play games with friends, not with powers of whom you have no understanding. Heels kicked out at the air with an unparalleled ferocity, lashing at the nothingness several times. The toned muscles rippled beneath the golden sheet of skin as the upturned dirt rose in to the atmosphere. The towering anatomy pivoted, facing the petite nymph who stood not so far away.
Delicate acoustics fluttered before decidedly falling forward as Apollo listened to the feminine tones that were ushered by the dame. He stood squarely, dominant in his posture but not entirely hostile. Glittering spheres watched her approach, the thick crest of his serpentine arching as the foreign velvets parted to chew on his flesh. This was new. The empress was voluntarily making contact. As her slender form ran along his own bulky mass, the cranium followed her movements, bared ivories reaching out to grab a firm hold of her rump as she passed. Apollo owned her and it was best that she knew. He listened quietly as the pera continued to speak, her trajectory never faltering. How ironic. It was as if the stallion was the sun, as gold and as majestic as the star itself - he being the centre of her world.
The words had been completely unexpected but when he really thought about it, Apollo wasn’t surprised. She wanted to study him huh? Psh, she didn’t want to study him. The witch wanted to take what was his. Use some of that power for her own needs. A sharp, callous snarl was followed by a cackle that matched in its degree of cruelty. Faintly roman profile was thrown back as he laughed in ridicule, a sudden stride forward blocking the vixen’s continuous orbit. Arrogance began to ooze from his pores, an expression of smugness etching itself in to the rugged features. Silky, sly tones were spat forth at the girl with an unnerving quietness. “You naïve little bitch.” He cackled again, the volume of this action increasing significantly in comparison to his words. “What makes you think I need your help in getting what I want?” A twisted sneer crept to his black liblas as his gaze froze on the dove, it slithered over her winged bodice before hazel lanterns rolled within their sockets in disdain. “I assume you were more pathetic than the Fallen before you ended up on my doorstep.” He didn’t just assume, Apollo knew.
Thorns flicked, noting even the slightest sounds being made within the vicinity. The virile knew that she was trapped. No matter how far she wandered, those white withers denoted who she belonged to; Apollo didn’t need to be at her side. He eyed her again, almost as if trying to make a decision and then the words spilt from his eager tongue. “You don’t have what it takes.” There. She had been dismissed. Class was over. The lyrics were firm, making clear that this wasn’t up for negotiation. Thick, untended whip lashed viciously against his round barrel, prompting the hellion to move forward. Long, lazy strides carried the demon confidently away from the femora, leaving her to deal with the turmoil he had inflicted. Apollo chuckled to himself in satisfaction, late words thrown back to the essa although he didn’t look at her again. He had turned his back and that was that. “What makes you think you aren’t one of these ‘little damsels’ who can’t manage to escape my power?” And with that, the dappled beast began to slip in to the darkness of the timbers.
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Post by Phallan x; on May 26, 2014 16:05:04 GMT -5
The inferior demon seemed to think yet again he was something more than he was. It should be something to pride yourself on to pass your knowledge onto another willing to shadow your movements and learn from you but, his skull was so swollen with pride and masculine testosterone that he was stupid. Her plume flicked in frustration at his actions, burning desire to attack him full force seemed to overwhelm her soul rapidly. It was trying to over take her entire body as the flash of heat summoned strength from within her anger willing her to press forward with these thoughts swarming her dome.
Drawn to him? No, it was not he himself she was drawn toward, it was the way he could end a life in moments, the way he could use his power to force another into his idealistic world. It was simply the power she sought out to be close to. Something was drawing her toward the hellion type lifestyle. His snort distinguished through the air brought her back into reality. The rage seemed to bubble inside her bodess quietly. His rapid lashes into the air with his hind hooven made her laugh. Song danced through the breeze at his actions as she eyed the beast. Did she strike a nerve within his tense posture? Funny little thing about the lass, she didn't care. The words at which he chose didn't seem to annoy her the slightest bit. Flicking auditory system collected his thought on the matter as she swayed to another position. "What makes me think you need assistance in your little game? It was by chance you ran into me, there's not even the stale scent of any other creature in your midst, do tell me what ever will you do to keep yourself occupied until someone just by chance rolls through here?" Her form shifted yet again, moving her toward him, "How simple it would be for me to gather whomever I wish and draw them here with promises only to toss them into a barren pit of hell. How simple it would be to entrap any other equid in this forsaken place."
Pathetic she was not. Eager to learn of something different you could say this much. One way or the other she was going to discover the way in which she could capture the ways of Hell and bring them to herself. If she had to...yes, YES, that was it! She paused any action as it was happening. She had her mind set on learning and she was going to do jut that. His form began to walk from her presence as he called out to her. "I can walk away from you at any given time, however, I think I'll just go along for the ride and eventually I'll get what I want to know from you" Her flint struck the ground easily, she was going to shadow him in more than one way. Where his step struck the ground, her step would echo it's presence. He would be annoyed at her following him but, if he wanted rid of her he would have to give her what she wanted or kill her first. Considering all that had happened thus far she figured after a few days time he would either complete one or the other, if he didn't she would just continue to watch his every move through the Earth picking up on whatever she could. Yes, she would get what she wanted from him even if it killed her in the end.
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Post by A P O L L O // on May 28, 2014 10:07:58 GMT -5
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It was as if you didn’t know him at all. Apollo is greedy, all the knowledge, wisdom and cunning that has been acquired was not gathered for sharing. He had no interest in divulging information to anyone, certainly not someone who was incapable of using it. Every single sliver was for his own benefit. The king had no desire to teach what he had learnt. What would even be the point? Would this creature even be able to comprehend the ugly that consumed his soul? Soft thuds resounded in the stillness as Apollo sauntered through the vicinity, darkness shrouding the magnificent form. Nightfall had crept upon the adobe, the hours ticking on as the eerie calls of the nocturnal began to echo through the barren land.
If the damsel was drawn to his power, then wasn’t she essentially drawn to him? Let’s not kid ourselves; she wants what she can’t have. A single lobe flicked back as her caught her fading words but his vox remained sealed. Apollo had detached himself from this situation as far as he was concerned. Beautiful zenith swayed gently in rhythm to his movements, an unusual quiet enveloping the beast as he meandered through the overgrown timbers. A light zephyr had picked up, brushing the unkempt tendrils that hung against his muscular nape. It blew against his veneer, pushing the forelock out of his line of vision. A rushed commotion seemed to follow the czar, his hazel lanterns rolled within their sockets as a soft growl was voiced in mild frustration. Apollo didn’t look back at the paramour and neither did he stop to wait for her. Indifference had begun to settle in to the brain pan, subduing his impatience until it fell asleep.
It was a clever idea but it wasn’t feasible. The banshee could follow him for an eternity, until we weren’t able to distinguish between his shadow and her yet still, she wouldn’t achieve her goals. Apollo could put up a guard, an invisible wall that insulated his knowledge from any perpetrator and what she saw from his interactions wouldn’t teach her much. She had already witnessed how he played but watching him feast would only instil fear, to the point that she would leave of her own accord – he wouldn’t even have to chase her away. Slender cochlea fell back but refrained from disappearing as the winged harlot stumbled behind him. Apollo pondered on what she had said for several lingering seconds before challenging the petite wench. “I suppose you are right. There is no other around but if it is as simple as you make it seem, to bring me fresh blood, then go ahead. You have twenty four hours.” He chortled under his breath, dream box sighing with satisfaction at the position he had put her in. The chances of her failing were incredibly high and when she did, she wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. Thick whip cracked against powerful hinds, his stride lengthening so that Apollo slipped ever faster away from the lady.
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Post by Phallan x; on May 29, 2014 14:30:55 GMT -5
Oh this knight thought he was one to pull strings and play tricks, well she was capable of doing things of this matter as well. As his body pulled into the shadowing forest she simply strolled right behind him. She could sense his aggravation in her constant call to learn things she never knew of before. Why was it such a horrible thing to want to know? His vocals seemed to boom in true trickster fashion willing her to bring him a brood in twenty four hours, for what? Was he simply going to try and gain more ground than she could to stay away from her; was he going to actually show her a thing or two to help her along her way to become a greedy wench full of hate and darkness? Auditory system flicked to and fro as she thought a mere moment. "Mind you this hellion, if I complete this task you are bound to word that you will assist me, if you break this word instead of leaving you alone afterwards I shall forever follow your every stride, matching your pace and bringing you misery as long as we both shall live" She would always keep her word. If he chose to act in deceit she would make his life a living hell, so to speak.
Her movements ceased, the sun had already sank below the hills leaving darkness to cloak the matter around them. He slunk further into the forest as she remained standing still. Nostrils flared rapidly sucking as much of his scent into her lungs as she possibly could. Remembering the exact way his fresh crimson boiled would allow her to track him down within her time limitation. Bodess swirled about in a rapid fashion leaving tendrils to dance across her form. Hooven struck the ground with even steps, no rush just yet. Her brain began to swim about where and when her last equid sighting had been noted. The crisp air began to hold it's grip across the lome, the heat from inside of her body still making her overly warm. No chirping from the avian ahead, they where all tucked into nests sound asleep. It was time for predators to slink through the broken undergrowth and find their prey. She was not worried the least bit over this, she was skilled enough to keep her life even if she was immortal to everything but a demon.
After she was out of ear shot to the stag, quiet some distance in fact, she sped her progress up. Each whisp of breeze that fluttered through the leaves was taken in and dissected to determine if anyone was near her. Nothing had caught her attention thus far, it was true he owned a vast amount of territory, she was going to have to cover ground more quickly. With this thought she began to release her frustration into speed. Tendons pulled tightly through her cage as she began to unearth the sod below her. Thundering hooves plowed across the forest making quick timing. No thought behind it she unfurled her wing set allowing them to stretch outward into the night. Slowly she seemed as if she where floating with the breeze, straying higher off the ground. Was she finally getting this? As she began to pay attention she rolled across the ground. Stones bashed into her muscles and stray branch particles jammed into her skin. The pain was no where as she stood upon her limbs once more. "damn this" she muttered to herself in the darkness.
She continued onward through the night. The sun began to cast rays over the hills, dancing shadows sways with the breeze, and even the avian began to chirp annoying tunes through the scape. She was not tired but had ceased her flat run to merely walk now. Visionaries scanned the horizon rapidly as the scent of others fled her lungs. Now this is just what she wanted. She would have to be quick to the draw, she had covered a lot of ground and would have to cover more going back. The damned bastard had more than likely tried to move as far away from where they met as he possibly could. She was not going to fail! Her body quivered from the excitement of being a bad creature, it was exhilaration running through her. A plan would need to be in place, how would she lure a creature from it's home out into the wild. A stallion would be easy bait but, a mare on the other hand, not so much. Thoughts seemed to panic momentarily as she regained her confidence quickly. Now, it was time to bring out a bit of the beast that lay inside her cage, bring it out and lure one in to gift to the demon stag.
There they stood, yearlings, mares, random male equine all in a group. How would she manage to even get inside one's skull to wash them into coming along? Skull shot upward as they realized she was among them. Many began to wonder in her direction to search this creature she was out. Conversation consisted of what she was and where she had came from. A thin story line played out from her lips, how she was from the light, a helper to those in need, a guide to those who where lost blah blah blah blah! It seemed almost to good to be true as a young, perhaps three year old mare boasted how she wished to leave this place and explore the nature outside the safety of the herd. How joyous this made Phallan to hear, someone was willing to just go with her into the unknown. She made no haste in ushering the mare out of the place she called home, it was to be suspicious if she did. Eventually they began to trek outward into the forest. She knew she had to make up precious time, pace began to quicken. She insisted they needed to get to familiar territory to herself before darkness hit the land. The mare was an idiot, brain washed with the promise of so much more than she had. Phallan felt devious for the first time in her existence as she hammered the distance between her and Apollo into a thin stretch of meadow.
His scent was marred with stray stale tones, he had indeed continued moving. Assuring the mare with her everything was well and she knew this stallion her entire life they continued. The sun began to fall, she had to hurry now, the scent was growing stronger as she pressed through the forest in search of him quickly.
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Post by A P O L L O // on May 31, 2014 18:05:57 GMT -5
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Oh trust me darling, you find the blood and he’ll come to you faster than you can say his name. Apollo was beginning to thirst, if she came back empty handed, her own form would be sufficient. It made no difference to him. The empress feared that he would become untraceable and in all honestly, that was more than possible. Apollo knew this land, his land better than any other beast to linger here but there was an overriding factor that would prevent the king from becoming elusive. The feeling of running away and hiding, it was something that he had never felt before and he wouldn’t start now. There was nothing in her proposition that appealed to him. Apollo could seek out another creature if need be, but why should he teach her anything in return? Maybe if she had offered herself, a little fuck buddy for all occasions, he might have been more inclined to let her wander where he did. But no, the maiden had tried to save herself. Ha, we’ll see about that.
Delicate diagnostics fell back against his attic, flattening beneath the thick mass of cremello laces as a vicious snarl erupt from the bastard, his voice booming with cruelty. The flame of anger began to burn inside his chest, the lazy motions ceasing abruptly as his zenith snuck around to spit the lyrics. “I don’t owe you anything and I sure as hell am not bound to you! Word means nothing to me!” Apollo hissed with frustration, hazel occuli piercing the departing anatomy of the wench. A twisted sneer crept on to his rugged features, distorting the handsome veneer before he muttered to himself. “Misery is what I feast on.” The distinct cerebrum was tossed carelessly through the atmosphere, agitation lacing the movement as it was repeated once more. A sharp burst of carbon was flushed loudly from fuchsia stained rims, the creamy tendrils falling unkempt over his thick curvature. Apollo felt a slight sense of liberation now that he was alone.
The darkness was blinding among the gnarly barkens, the thick canopy overhead obstructing the faint rays of silver illumination. As Apollo meandered silently over the terrain, his hawk like gaze became accustomed to the minimal visibility. Brain pan continued to deliberate over the unfolding scenario, wrath beginning to rage within the depths of his soul. The winged fairy was knocking on death’s door, perhaps intentionally. And he would not deny her that. The slinking motions began to waver, lungs sucking in the stale oxygen so his forked ribbon could taste the vicinity. Apollo decided not to venture any further, the vixen was as thick as a brick, she wouldn’t be able to find him if he took another step. An amused smirk creased the velvety black muzzle, the colossal physique stationary among the withering foliage.
Time had passed, the eerie silence lying thick over the adobe as the night drew on and then drew to a close. Numerous times the round satellite above had been enveloped by woolly clouds before resurfacing to peer on the earth before it sunk completely, giving way to the star that bore life. The exotic zenith had fallen from its summit, nocturne maw diving in to the depths of a shallow emerald ocean, stained enamels tearing the flora from the roots with ease. Neatly crafted acoustics swivelled attentively, the motion akin to the smoothness of liquid. Apollo was expecting her. The light zephyr had picked up, becoming marginally stronger so that if one stood exposed, it almost stung at the skin. On these waves of air, Apollo waited for the perfume of the winged lady to return to his senses. And there it was, as if being summoned just by a single thought of his. Brilliantly gleaming cameras narrowed ever so slightly as he stared out in to the distance, scanning the open expanse of territory. Emotionless gaze found the briefly familiar dove, beside her another equine of the opposing gender. A grunt rumbled through the brawny chassi as the duo covered ground rapidly. Several slow strides gave birth to the stallion from the shadows, the evening sunlight cascading upon his commanding structure as he came to stand proudly before them. Faintly roman profile was held arrogantly high, confidence dripping from the demon as the radiance warmed his dappled hide, making him appear as if made of the purest gold.
His gaze scrutinized over the new comer, a satisfied smirk curving the brims of his liblas. She would do, for now, but she was just a pawn in their twisted game. Apollo had decided what he wanted. And that was her – the one with wings. “Well well well, what do we have here?” Illustrious vocals seethed in to the atmosphere around them as the hellion slunk ever closer to the unknown banshee, his demeanour changing so that he appeared like a valiant suitor, another façade for this game. His gaze briefly focused on the other, a ‘brow’ cocking as he noted the new gashes marring the chocolate pelt. Perhaps she had attempted flight once again. Apollo chuckled under his breath, his attention shifting to the prize. Serpentine arched in show as the beast outstretched his skull to lip at the air before the lady.
Your move.
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Post by Phallan x; on Jun 2, 2014 18:34:05 GMT -5
She could recall his little angry spat at her as she walked away the previous day. His owing her nothing and he had no word to keep. Well, he could pout like a baby or be a man about things and just deal with the fact she wasn't going anywhere. It was obvious she could supply him what he demanded, fresh play things to toy with. She had successfully brought him a young bodess to claim as his own. The scent of the following lass seemed to be one of spirit and nothing but good doings. It made her gut twist to think she was trying to walk in the same path that she, herself used to walk in. It would take her no where in life, she would end up alone and broken as Phallan was.
The stag's scent was strong, he was standing before them in a matter of moments. His presance seemed to put the lass on edge and that was understandable. Phallan, herself was not afraid of him but, one who had insurance on life would be more than expected to fear his size. Skull pulled upward, she was not to show any sort of submission to him, no, never. Tendrils whipped with the breeze, slinging them to and fro over her crest. Whipcord slashed violent like at her haunches in anticipation to see what was going to unfold next. The lass seemed to pull into her cage, hovering about trying to sneak glances at the male. Slate shifted forward, "What you have here is proof of my word" She was at least true to herself and her own words unlike him.
Skull began to ponder what he was going to do. He could easily send her on her way, he could murder her where she stood, or he could play with her getting his high from her misery. It was up in the air to Phallan, she really had no idea exactly what he wanted. Auditory system rolled around her crown, listening to his ever breath exhale and inhale into his lungs. His form came toward them more so, out into the dimming light of day. She began to study him, his every single movement made, each ripple of muscle from under the golden pelt was calculated into her brain. The sound of breathing patter, the minute twitching of his skin from evening insects, and even the light swaying of his tassel. Yes, everything was being accounted for in her mind. Even now she was using his simple activities to lock in learning for herself. He may not enjoy the fact that she was still around, hell he may absolutely despise her every step upon the Earth but, she wasn't going anywhere.
The sun's rays began to fade from the Earth. Soon the darkness would overtake the lome sending the light of a full moon shooting across the meadow and forest. It was interesting to her the way the world worked. The sun rose daily and the moon followed only to be replaced in a never ending cycle of days. The seasons always twisted into one another, meshing perfectly to change. Even the creatures found themselves able to adapt to the ever changing manner at which everything worked. Emerald shoots began to collect dew as the chilled breeze seemed to grasp at any remaining warmth left lingering across the land. Skull dropped rapidly to the ground, denticals grasping a few sweet tendrils to satisfy the craving her gut begged for. It was simply a waiting game now, waiting to see what was to come next.
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