ISOLDE ;; being SO beautiful can be SO dangerous..

[A P O L L O //]

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Slivers of gold were visible in between the dying timbers, the czar’s movements precise and carefully calculated as he slunk through the thick undergrowth. Sharp thuds were muffled by the blades that snapped beneath his impressive mass, his stride long but unrushed and easy. This was his world. He had no where else to be. The muscles rippled effortlessly beneath his glistening sheet of skin, denoting the magnificent power that the thestral possessed. An emotionless stare penetrated through the air of death that lingered over the adobe, hazel cameras taking snap shots of an untouched kingdom. Brawny extensions propelled the baron further in to this desolate realm, a cruel sneer creeping to his velveteen mug, almost hinting at his satisfaction. Acoustics were unusually visible among the abundance of creamy threads, clearly leaning forward out of their sockets as he ventured along the boundaries that separated his land from the land that belonged to the darklings. The vagabond’s thick crest arched, his noble diadem thrown viciously higher in to the still atmosphere, only adding to his already towering height. Apollo was incredibly tall, wonderfully built and utterly beautiful. A deadly combination. Arrogance and confidence oozed from the beast, his self belief undeniable. No one could destruct him, apart from him. His own mind was his biggest rival, his greatest threat. The most dangerous thing lurking within the depths of his soul. Untended plumage swayed in rhythm to his motions, the longest strands of coarse hair brushing against the infertile compost. God like motions came to a slow halt, the spartan’s skull craning slightly as his gaze slithered over the un-inhabited vicinity. Quivering nostrils dilated before a deafening whistle shattered the silence, echoing through the many shadows haunting his empire before reaching those hidden yet awaiting ears. Welcome to a nightmare you’ll never escape from.

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[[ISO]lde]

Just another day. Another day to rot and burn and seethe and rage and scream and bleed. To be the epitome of malcontent. To breed it, and nurse the vengeful untouched notion of self into a writhing creature of hostility and inescapable suffocating animosity. It was intoxicating, this being. The rogue. The rebel. This being. She and I were the same. Isolde. Dutifully named - an adjective and nothing more. Shallow, a hailing that told nothing of the internal workings. The outward phenotype was of little consequence. A lure. One was only as beautiful as the interior and to be frank "wretch" would have proven a more fitting christening. Be that as it may though. It was an unfortunate day. They were all unfortunate though so in this case we'll say that unfortunate means "regular". Nostrils slunk inward before creeping back out towards the radius, taking their turns as the slender towers of my harks were pressed belligerently to the crafted graves they frequented. And in the next moments they were thrust into the heavens, the reticent tranquility ruptured by some beastile vagrant who found it necessary to trumpet like some useless squawking fowl. Blowing the heated atoms out my nares in an equally disruptive enunciation - mine one of reproach and irritation and not so much debut. I was not greeting him. I was calling him an idiot. A foul, trampling beast who wasn't fit enough to clomp about without torturing the rest of the souls in the terra. What sort of soul was this?!

The unrepenting glare of the hovering bulb baked the obsidian splotches aloft the silken hide, woven tresses falling to either side of my pate as I skirted the umbra. Weaving in and out of the underbrush in search of this heathen brute. What nerve he had. Or idiocy. I believe nerve was the worser of the two sins. The nail in his coffin. To think he had such a right as to disturb the rest of us that dwelt here. Self righteous polygamist that he promised to be. And arrogant. He was most certainly entertaining that trait by simply speaking out as such. I had already pegged him. Born judgment. Without laying eyes upon him. And there came my own nail of sorts. There he was. A topaz creature, more of a diety than earthly even in his impotent, ignorant irritating sense. Beautiful. Perhaps more than I. And I loosely used the term. For the beauty he exhibited was far more masculine but he was so nonetheless. "What?!" I snarled. For clearly he desired some sort of acknowledgment. There it was. Are you appeased now? One would hope so. I had not so much as surfaced yet. Not entertained by this encounter at all. To upheave me was one thing, but to be so maddening and then thwarting my rage with attraction. That was another thing. Something that deserved retribution, I was certain he would deserve more before we parted ways.

Finally, I moved from the foliage. The viridian parting ways to allow the delicate and yet obviously sturdy frame passage to the clearing. Anthracite oculus berated him, searing into his profile in a way that can only be termed as venomous. Hostile. Daring. My labrums were tense, in the position to be tugged back to bare the incisors waiting beneath. My nape formed a bow of sinew, collecting and yet looming even though my height was nearly half a foot below him. The plume of tendrils snapped belligerently at my flanks - in irritation, not that I entertained pests. I appeared quite the gladiator. Almost adorable and yet there was a serious note to the threat of my appearance. I moved with the grace of a predator. Picking my way toward him to hault in a proximity that denoted confidence. Disdainful confidence at that. As though I resented his very existance. At this point in time I did in fact, very much. As if to say How dare you breathe my air? My gaze sized him up, as if weighing an opponent. The muscle beneath the thin pelt was taut to the point of obvious tension, in preparation for launch or retreat though the former seemed more logical. So what of it, beast? What have you to say? And please do not inquire as to what my name is. Please do not insult me with such false niceities. We share common knowledge in that neither of us cares what the other answers to. At least I don't. Come up with something witty. Surprise me.

[A P O L L O //]

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His un-earthly cry surfed upon the gentle zephyrs, an almost inaudible echo the only reminder left as the seconds slipped in to minutes, his voice carried upon the air waves to a fair distance before eventually dying. The hellion’s posture was relaxed, proudly held and yet the muscles were supple beneath his honey stained hide. He had nothing to fear. Absolutely nothing. An unfamiliar yet intoxicatingly feminine perfume wafted through the atmosphere, steadily choking his senses until he spat out with disgust, his forked ribbon slowly unfurling out of his jowls. Lobes swivelled impatiently as they searched for a single noise, anything that would allow Apollo to pinpoint her exact position. Not that it mattered too much, she was in his domain. Trapped in his heartless world. The dictator was clearly visible among the withering vegetation, his powerful body screaming that he was alive, more alive than ever before. And yet dead. The eyes said it all, listless and void of emotion but dangerously attractive. The pigment wasn’t unusual but he was, and so it made all the difference. There was an unparalleled depth to his stare, a quality possessed by few.

Dutifully named, heh, that’s ironic because his epithet doesn’t suit him either. Apollo? The God of light, truth and prophecy among other things. It would be a miracle for the dappled palomino behemoth to show even a shard of emotion. There was nothing ‘Apollo like’ about him. But your name suits you more than you think. An idiot, hmm? Give the boy a chance, you haven’t even laid your eyes upon him yet, just wait until you do. You’ll realise it’s not so easy to stay so angry at someone so close to perfection. Especially when you begin to desire that particular individual. I’m not jumping the gun, my dear, I’m just being logical. It’s likely to happen. He is completely capable of doing as he pleases, will you be the one to stop him? I don’t think so. Just back off, kid.

Shafts of warm illumination danced over his soaring figurine, at times causing his golden hide to appear a shade darker and richer. But it was all an illusion. Ah, there we go. The nymph had slipped in to motion. Soft liblas parted, ready to curl heavenwards as his gaze narrowed, every single sense heightened as he listened to her stride, her every dull hoof beat. She was moving like a predator, as if on the hunt for a kill. It caused a deep, heartless cackle to rumble through his flawless chassi before poisoning the still atmosphere. This was a joke, right? Cloudless portals rolled smoothly within their sockets before focusing upon the sudden appearance of the sovereign. Well, maybe the word was ‘wow.’ Not that he hadn’t seen plenty of cxck-teasing forms in his time, but hers was so tenderly sculpted. Even the most minute detail was etched to perfection. But don’t get drawn in, he’ll never love you. Thorns hid beneath the thick mass of threads lacing his chiselled attic before her toxic vocals could vibrate against his drums. The virile had somehow known that she was about to snarl, her deeply attractive veneer had contorted into something brutal and so unlike what one would expect from such a refined and lady like creature.

You are not frightening, in the slightest, sweetheart. You might as well give up now, I don’t know what you’re playing at but it’s quite pathetic to be honest. This air isn’t yours and neither is this world. If you have a problem, take your pretty little ass back to where you came from. Untended whip rose in to the air before cracking against his muscular pillars, almost persuading him to move. And move he did. Velvet like lips peeled away, revealing blood stained pearls as a fierce sneer obscured his handsome beauty. No longer was he looking like the almighty God one would turn to during times of trouble. His stride was comfortable, rhythmical thuds resounding through the gathering silence as he began to orbit the prize, his stare travelling the length of her duo-toned structure. His silky voice interrupted the quiet, tones malicious but not necessarily spoken in an increased volume. Instead, his lyrics were hushed, spoken with an intensity that couldn‘t be ignored. “I’m glad you came when I called.” The banshee had done exactly what he had wanted. She had rushed to him like a love struck filly, putting on a show of forced rage to hide her unexplainable feelings. Attached already? My, my.

Lucifer’s child was lingering dangerously close to her delicate anatomy, his palomino sheet of skin avoiding contact but he could feel the heat rising from the jezebel’s physique. He circled her, almost surprising himself with the fact that he hadn’t taken advantage already. The caliph’s thick curvature snaked towards the girl, his distinctive cerebrum hovering close to her own before a chilling whisper escaped his tongue.
But the one word was enough. “Beautiful.”

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[[ISO]lde]

Of course. Of course you're going to be some arrogant, head in the clouds bastard. Who would have expected more? Definitely not I. So truly there was no disappointment in this. Only irritation. Why. Why was I here? Why was he bothering me? The answer to these questions would come later. I'll tell you when. The slender accoustics ducked dramatically back within the hull of their domain, obviously disinterested in his speech. It seemed we were well matched. He was bent on making me angry, and I was bent on showing him I already was. Enamels clicked in response to the baring of his own, an abrupt jolt of my figure a small lunge towards him. It almost appeared as though I was bristling, frigid stare aglitter with embers all at once. Flaming and yet so absolutely chilled. A circle. He's going to freaking circle me?! Is this geometry? Do I look like some dried up math teacher?! Scowling, my skull grew level with the rest of my spinal column and I stared blankly upon the umbra. Waiting for something more substantial to respond to. This looking over I had grown accustomed to, as if I were an object and not breathing. Perhaps that is why I act so dead inside. Because you all have killed me. It wasn't suicide, you masoginist, it was suffocation. As he preened, and cooed and grappled over the whole bravado engaged in my appearance I listened to the locomotion of his heavy strides.

The emerald stalks crushed beneath the impressive anvils. I did not speak. I did not move. I was simply there. Simply dormant and unaffected by his will to intimidate. You aren't scary, Skippy. Glancing over my shoulder and tracking his progress as he came towards my features once again. Welcome back. Nice trip? He was glad I had come. "Aren't they all?" I murmured serenly, a brow ascending in a peculiar fashion. Yes, dear, if you weren't so attractive I'd rip your pretty face right off. Squinting in an impudent fashion, I dared bring my own pate nearer his, the heat of my breath plooming against his cheek. "So you noticed." I murmured sarcastically. It was more like that was all he had noticed. Not truly disappointed. But perhaps it would have been refreshing to be noticed for something else. I despised that beauty he remarked upon. Hated the attractive features I had been gifted with. "What exactly did you call me for then?" The volume mirrored his own, both taunting and sincere. Say it. Admit exactly what you mean to do. Blowing softly against his countenance one might expect my stare to have softened - effected in such close proximity to this handsome behemoth. Despite inescapable attraction it took more than hormones to make me weak at the knees. Sorry. Legs are closed. Issuing a sharp tug to the beige tendrils that hung unkept about his nape with the glint of incisors, I eased back and stared - my gaze inquisitive. Well?

[A P O L L O //]

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If you have no expectations, you’ll never suffer disappointment. But it’s only natural, we always expect something to be a certain way. You expected him to be the arrogant bastard that he is. And luckily for you, you were right. He’s everything you hate. Everything that can make your blood boil. You’ll hate him. Just like everyone else. I’ve warned you, linger at your own peril. But don’t make the mistake of thinking that you’re in control, this situation is controlled by only one. And its not you.

Well matched? Yeah right. They were completely different and yet somehow slightly similar. She was weak and small whereas he was powerful and big. Apollo had the capability to use his anger, his frustration made him stronger, more dominant and dangerous. Her anger only made her more beautiful. And that was a huge disadvantage when your stood before a rapist. A single twin rose momentarily, snapping towards the pera as she clicked her enamels. The sneer decorating his handsome façade widened slightly at her pathetic attempt to frighten him. He was simply ignoring all of her signals. It made no difference whether she was enjoying his attention or hating it. She was getting it, and that’s the point. Enjoy your moments darling, they won’t last. As soon as you’ve been used and he’s felt your delicate figure beneath his own, the attraction will vanish. This is nothing more than a shallow infatuation. If you can call it that. Hazel lanterns glittered daringly, the warrior’s amusement evident as a ‘brow’ arched ever so slightly in response to her lunge. Trying to get closer? It’s called self control babe, go and get some.

As the donna bristled, he simply observed. What did you want him to do? Back away in fear? It’s never going to happen. Apollo seemed to enjoy the fact that her stare was locked upon his impressive frame. He loved the attention. He was blood thirsty and power hungry. By running to his every beck and call, you were feeding that fire. She was such a depressed, sour little cow. It was almost disgraceful that she owned such an inexpressibly striking structure. To him you are nothing but an object. He doesn’t care for your feelings, or for what you think. If you wanted someone who you could fight against, why on earth did you waltz so innocently in to his domain? You would have had better luck with the darklings. But you can’t fight him, sweet heart. It’s impossible. He’s already dead. Just a carcass carrying the burden of an egotistical soul.

I might not be scary, but I can hurt you. That’s all that matters. He was satisfied by her appearance, she had outdone his expectations. So luckily, he wasn’t disappointed either. Otherwise, you’d have been ripped to shreds by now. But it would be a shame to ruin such an exotic masterpiece. Nostrils quivered, the tender strips of flesh drawing in her feminine fragrance. Don’t be fooled. It’s not a good thing that he’s interested. He listened to her vocals but they weren’t of importance and so he failed to answer. As her petite tiara slipped ever closer to his own noble skull, he leaned forward curiously, outstretching his thick nape so that his velvety muzzle could hover over her duo toned hide. Her soft breath brushed his cheek but his veneer was expressionless. Unusually clear, even the trademark sneer was no where to be seen.

Why do you feel the need to insult his intelligence? You have no idea of what he’s capable. His mind is fast, constantly working, it’s probably sharper than yours. In fact, I know it is. Let’s not forget that he’s the king of this wasted empire and therefore unbelievably cunning and sly. First impressions often aren’t enough. You need to know him. But you won’t want to. He continued to ignore her tones, a single thud audible as he took a step closer to the attractive fatale. The titan’s obsidian kissers brushed against her jaw line with a feather light touch before moving seductively along the bottom of her slender boa, he paused, a soft burst of carbon expelled against the top of her chest. His ribbon curled out of its cage, making firm contact with her flesh as he retraced his movements, steadily getting closer to her throat latch. Snap. Do you know where I’m heading?

Kissers peeled back silently, stained incisors visible as he reached calmly for her throat, his motions slow, relaxed and yet incredibly intimidating. He gripped her flesh in a gentle hold, but one sharp bite and her air passages would be shattered. His cold stare penetrated her jewels, silent but so deadly. There was the briefest flash of emotion. Pure hatred and nothing more. The masculine maintained this position for several long moments until he was sure that she had received his message. He retreated slightly, glistening pearls still visible as he reached for her nocturne laces, tugging sharply in the hope of causing her pain, maybe even jerking her skull. He returned the favour, her earlier tug on his creamy threads still clear in his mind although she had barely created feeling within the confident beast. “You were called so I could put you in your place.” Dominant lyrics were spat at the girl, his faintly roman profile lowering so that it was level with her own diadem. Cameras focused, not once wavering as the silence gathered around the duo.

You’ve seen nothing yet.

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[[ISO]lde]

Hate you? Well I'll never have to get to know you for that. You're bugging me. Like everyone else. I was satisfied as a loner. And that made this whole thing very impersonal. It was common knowledge that I was far outreaching when it came to the physical. I was strangely breathtaking. I had no desire for such gifts. No like for them either. And that's all you see. So maybe there is a reason to hate you. So if I had to defend my logic I could. Not that you would listen. You great oaf. Infatuation...how interesting. So you plan to use me. That's okay. Do as you will...or try. A brow ascended as he did in fact respond to the body language that I exhibited. So the neanderthal does not comprehend the verbal, simply the physical. Ah, well...I would do my best to communicate on a level he'll understand. But I make no promises. Fear was a funny thing. And one could only expect it if one reached various levels of comprehension in that subject. Obviously he wasn't understand where I was coming from. I respected the vastness of his size and muscle mass. That was about the extent of my will to grant him anything. I was aware of his ability to overpower me. I was quite aware of that. Thank goodness that this figure was not utterly useless. It had the capacity to reach impressive speed and maneuver within the unyielding umbrage.

The proximity that we had embarked upon defied our present relations, a lobe swiveling thoughtlessly towards him in an inquisitive fashion. The sensation of the velvet muzzle of the baron moving the trek of my features, towards my jawline and down my boa coaxed me to grow tense. Guarded in an instant as the predictable clamp upon windpipe became tangible. Threatening me? Oh dear. You silly thing. Obsidian oculus, the purest deepest anthracite coals, studied the vengeful stare he placed upon me. A brow ascended in inquiry. Silence. I remained motionless as he did. Captured. I almost chuckled at the thought, quiet laughter dancing within my stare. Ah. But you can't hurt me. You don't want to kill something you haven't played with. After you've had your way...then I may worry. Not before. Still, I took note that he had no will to harm me. Not will I still held some worth. The sharp tingling of my soft tresses being yanked coaxed a mild snort to escape my nostrils caverns. Instead of withstanding the pull I simply stepped forward into a range where he was no longer tugging at me. In my place? The sound of laughter, far more beautiful than my already enchanting voice fell past my coal labrums. An impish, liberated grin of sincerity showing upon my countenance. "And where exactly is my place?" I interrogated, a brow ascending as I took a solitary...bold... step nearer. "Here?"

At that point I turned on my haunches and took two great leaps before rounding to stare at him again. "Or here?" Satisfied with that example, I wheeled to face him once again but maintained that distance. "Where exactly would you say my place is, sire?" Yes. I was mocking him. Playing with fire. But truly. There was purpose to this. He was playing with me. And it seemed settled that he was to use me. So I would entertain myself. He was of superior strength, and height. Already among the dead. What had I in defense but flight? And in that case the further I was from him the better. I would not mind the head start. Lobes flickered lazily before settling aloft, atoms expelled past the depths of my moist nares. Frankly, I had no place. Whatever place he put me in was insignificant. It would be temporary. Kill me? Then I suppose it didn't matter. But you aren't going to, are you? Going to let my conscience suffer with the weight of being taken by you? I have news for you. I have no conscience. No emotional link to anything outside or inside myself. There are no chains for me to bear. Just days spent. So in the end, what power do you have over me that carries any latitude? Minutes? Hours? That was nothing. I had years. How do you plan to inflict pain over that course? All this and you don't even wish to. Because I'm too pretty. What a predicament...for you.

[A P O L L O //]

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Isolde, complacency doesn’t suit you. You might be astonishingly beautiful but what does it matter? There are plenty in this world that would eagerly fall at his feet. You should know you’re not special in any way, shape or form. Maybe you are unique but he’s not attached to you. A forceful kick to the ribcage and you’ll be a damaged good. Anyway, how can you be so sure that he only sees your physical attributes? Hm. You’re underestimating him. And it’s a mistake. Of course he wouldn’t listen to anything you have to say, what you think doesn’t matter at all. You belong to the weaker sex, so keep your trap shut and turn around. Stick to what you’re good at. That’s all he wants you for.

Ha, don’t they say ‘actions speak louder than words?’ He doesn’t understand fear so obviously he won’t know where the hell you’re coming from. Let’s not expect miracles now. Apollo was heavily built, and perhaps appeared to lack the break neck speed and swift, nimble movements possessed by some other types. But that was just a misconception. The powerful muscles could propel his impressive figurine to great speeds over vast distances. But he never felt the need to chase. And so, the ability was merely stored away for rare use. Once the prey was caught, it was incredibly difficult to escape. He wasn’t the type to just let go. Unless you were unworthy.

You want to get through to him? Use your body, not your voice. He has no interest in petty words spoken in a gentle tone. And he certainly doesn’t like being spat at. Untended plumage swayed absently behind his towering anatomy, lazily warning the blood suckers away from his sweet crimson. An unusual calmness had overcome the beast, soothing out his handsome veneer to leave nothing but a cloudless gaze which was fixed tirelessly on to the duo toned nymph. He noticed her sudden tension, a faint cackle rumbling through his flawless chassi before poisoning the still atmosphere. Afraid? Good. You should be. Twins shot forth from their beds, focusing on the bxtch momentarily before a scowl darkened his chiselled features, harks returning to their comfortable positions beneath the thick mass of cremello threads. You think you know him. Oh darling, you’re so wrong. Not everything is worth playing with.

As angelic laughter surrounded the behemoth, a sharp burst of warm carbon was expelled in to the darkening welkin, a cruel smirk creeping to the brims of his charcoal lappets. He allowed her to speak as she wished, but he often failed to respond. It was simply his way. Say something of intelligence and you’ll have his devoted attention. As the banshee neared him, his brawny form curved elegantly around her, his posture shifting so that he was dangerously close, almost brushing against her petite bulk. But as she leapt away, he quietly observed her, the malice briefly controlled. Or maybe boredom was numbing his mind.

He’d played these games all too often, there was nothing original in her actions. Or her words, for that matter. Crimson rimmed vents dilated, inhaling the feminine aroma deeply, his stare blankly focused on her for several lingering seconds. The dominant bastard pivoted silently, long, sturdy extensions manoeuvring him stealthily away from the girl before thoughtless vocals pierced the silence. “Get out once you’ve finished.”

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[[ISO]lde]

Staring at him. We were staring at one another for quite a long time, just assessing one another. Or that was what I was doing in any case. He was, I'm sure calculating some pitifully manic device as to get under my skin next. A brow slowly ascended. I bet you think you're especially smart, don't you? Far too brilliant for the likes of me. A smirk was evident upon my countenance, twisted and malicious as ever but not without its charm. As all physical things about me had. At the thought oculus rolled within their sockets and I breathed a tired sigh staring vacantly at the topaz soul whose ominous presence was unrelenting. Naturally I had begun to crave this presence as well. Another annoyance. Made me so much angrier. The rage was boiling within my gutt. Searing within me and I breathed a deep snarl. Leaving me? He was leaving? Like I was some piece of dirt. A billowing screech filled the decibels and I roared - in the moments it took me to approach I had lunged and fastened a formidable snap - enamels embedded in the meat of his hindquarters. So there.

[A P O L L O //]

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An expression of bewilderment stole over the tyrant’s handsome façade, a deep snarl erupting from his throat as his thick nape snaked towards the pera. Blood stained pearls were bared, clicking together rapidly, the created sound being loud and daunting as it surfed on the air waves. How dare she?! Slender lobes were flattened against his chiselled attic, his rugged features distorted in to something ugly and truly horrific. The pain seared through his flanks but it was quickly forgotten. This was more of an injured ego than issues of physical torture. His exotic cerebrum fell towards the ground before he lashed out forcefully with powerful hinds, the iron like flints aimlessly striking through the air. Damn. He hadn’t made contact. Lucky you, hm?

The golden beast pivoted swiftly, raw strength and untamed energy lacing his movements as sharp thuds resounded through the darkness, his remarkable form slipping in to a continuous orbit around the fatale. Why couldn’t she just beg for his attention? What the hell was this? Another one of her pathetic games, I assume. “Stupid, little BITCH!” Thunderous tones leapt from his tongue in defiance as hazel cameras glazed over with pure hatred and disgust. Coarse creamy hairs cracked against his lightly feathered appendages, pushing him forth in a relentless cycle that continued for several minutes. It gave him time to think. How would he repay the whxre?

The spartan’s cage rose and fell in a more rhythmical manner, his pace not so rushed as he slunk expertly around the donna, his cold stare focused on nothing else. If she wanted him that badly, she could have him. The distance between the two was shortened with a confident stride but his motions never wavered. Nostrils quivered as a shrill whinny escaped the warrior, the primitive noise short, sharp and ever so sweet. His noble zenith fell gracefully from its summit, his velvety muzzle hovering above the infertile soil he trampled. The palomino bodice brushed more firmly against the belle with each orbit, almost suffocating the pretty thing before he paused abruptly. Apollo’s faintly roman profile rose to the top of Isolde’s rump, his velvets peeling away so that blunt enamels could chew on her charcoal plumage.

His black lips touched upon her hind, moving seductively down her slender limb before he pulled away, coming around to the other side of her cxck teasing physique. Incisors became abruptly visible as he struck like a snake for the flesh lining her withers, a formidable hold caught on the harlot before he attempted to shake her with all his might. He held on for what seemed like a lifetime, a trickle of crimson splashing upon his uncurled ribbon. And that’s the only reason he let go. He backed away, as if out of fear. His veneer emotionless and like a blank slate but his lanterns shone with fierce emotion as he fought an inward battle against his own mind. The taste of blood drove him crazy. Now he couldn’t decide what he wanted more. To punish her by claiming her, or to tear her apart for his own satisfaction.

Well, the mark had already been made and so he convinced himself that he could abuse her for a longer period of time which would therefore result in prolonged pleasure. She was his now. The teeth prints were deep and would be embedded for life within her flesh but they could be easily hidden beneath her silky laces. You’re not so flawless, after all. This was just a warning to those bastards out there. She was his so keep your hands off, and don’t stare. Isolde was merely a possession, not a dearly beloved. But that doesn’t mean you can touch her.

“Follow me.” Demanding vocals were sharper than a knife’s edge as they cut through the stillness, spat at the mare as he pivoted, quickly slipping away in to the darkness. I suppose it was for her own safety. If he lingered within the vicinity, the scent of blood could change his mind. And you don’t want that now, do you?

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[[ISO]lde]

Naturally I would expect some sort of blithering response to the minor tantrum I had seen fit to liberate - no one used me without consent. And no on ever sauntered from my presence within an heir of superiority. That was mine. Not to be trifled within. A feminine squeal racked the decibels as the sensation of air flying past me denoted strikes being made. At me. Indignance was borne and rendered me silent save for the blistering heat of my stare. A brow ascended at the adjectives that were selected and a hollow laugh stole from my aperture. "Big stupid BASTARD." I hissed vengefully, oculus aglitter with both the hostility of the situation and the reticent laughter of taunting that they commonly held. Motionless, I appeared almost dream-like as he made his tiny circles about me. Oh, and now I'm the center of your universe? My own thought pattern brought me endless entertainment on a daily basis. An itching sensation upon my rump coaxed a gander and as my oculus referred the image to me a snarl sounded and a kick was aimed towards his chassis. Anvil swinging out in a sharp to the point fashion. That's irritating. Several locks of tendrilage had been crimped and trimmed and I breathed a ragged breath of animosity. Thankfully the baring sensation disintegrated and I was left to myself for what...seconds?

This new feeling jolted into consciousness with a burst of white heat originating at the bridge of my spine and nape. The volume of my protest reached the creatures of the sky, who then took to it - screeching and abandoning their perches within the trees. The scream seemed to linger on and on, my hindquarters bunching before I lunged upward, probably making contact with his chin. The idea was to unhinge that vice grip. The scent of my own blood coaxed the will to be free of him to a frenzy and as my pinions stabilized I lifted off once again, a new scream beginning. This one had the makings of a swarthy roar. Far more sinister than the first, less of pain and more of the all-consuming contempt. Serpentine snapped and my own incisors were born, putrid loathing rapturing reason as I lunged towards any piece of him I could get ahold of in this compromising position. What seemed to be most logical was the shoulder but that was far closer than I could bend. What came next was the hind ribs and the flanks. Incisors laid claim to them and snapped. A weak, pathetic click that could best be described as a chiding pinch. My nostrils expelled plumes of spent oxygen in a billowing snort as he released me. The cold sensation of reality settled upon me. He had mutilated my absolute perfection. No more was the flawless hide, the diety of a coal figure. I was no longer a statue of immaculacy.

In that instant I was utterly overwhelmed. Two things occured simultaneously. I became liberated and locked in a new cage. The bars evident as he stared vacantly at me. I hated him for that. Taking away the freedom to roam. One would not vest such qualities in me but I generally was the sort to mind social tradition. And it said I was his. His. That in itself made me want more than anything else to break these new chains. And then there was the new fervor. That clashed with contempt. Love. He had freed me from a cage I lived in since maturity. I had paced those bars for what seemed an eternity. Self mutilation so far-fetched and pathetic I could not bring myself to it. So how does one distribute the warring emotion? Why you let one take over. In this case, the rabid contempt would be the tyrant. Ruling my soul with an iron fist. And in the background, the heady fervor of appreciation leapt at the sight of him, only to be squished by the reminder that this was my captor. The cold truth becoming all too clear as his premiere order came to my lobes. Follow. One thing I could trust - they would all be simple. A smirk of laughter, even in this moment fluttered bitterly over my aperture as I dripped crimson upon the greenery. To both of our surprise I obeyed soundlessly. Don't ever think that for a moment you've broken me...But wouldn't it seem prudent to let the first blood dry before I resume the war? Lobes lay flat upon my skull as I stepped ever so gracefully after him, picking my way through the foliage. My gaze burned into the back of his skull, appearing very much the serpent. The games have only just begun.

[A P O L L O //]

.x.

Darling, you are no longer as precious as you think. Or dare to believe. You’ve been scarred, flawed for a life time. Some things can’t be erased, and that wound is one of them. He just used you and abused you, without your consent. What about that? Maybe your arrogance will be knocked down a peg or two, seeing that you’re no longer perfect. Yeah, that’s right. You’re not even close. Ha, it was ironic. You are now the centre of his world. He’ll watch you like a hawk. You are his trophy, his most prized possession. Don’t even think about conversing flirtatiously with his masculine counterparts, he’ll rip your tongue out and break your pretty little face. You’ll be utterly useless then.

She followed, surprisingly. A single audit swivelled, flitting back so that he could focus on the nymph’s movements. She was graceful, sleek and elegant. He could tell all this without even stealing a glimpse of his queen. Yes, queen. Urgency enveloped the baron, the taste of blood still sharp on his senses. Reckless thuds echoed through the desolate environment, his dominant structure crashing through the thick foliage at a dangerous speed. Apollo was heading towards the edge of his kingdom, towards the vast expanse of azure that could swallow the most unbreakable of creatures. He was eagerly approaching a force that even he could not control. The tainted zephyr swerved past his formidable physique almost in fear, the faint aroma of salt water flushing his waiting lungs. A twisted sneer decorated his attractive features as the czar came to a slow halt, his majestic skull held arrogantly aloof as his soulless gaze focused upon the horizon.

A few isles lingered a far distance away from the duo, protruding in a shy fashion from among the vicious ocean. The surf broke with an almighty swoosh, rapidly travelling over the bleached granules in an attempt to intimidate the golden stallion. Paper thins flared, a deep breath inhaled as he steadied himself, his attention completely focused upon this foreign world. Twins pricked, leaning forward with anticipation before his concentration wavered, thick serpentine craning in order to view the exotic creature beside him. “Iso, come.” There was an unusual calmness surrounding the bastard, a tender indifference sprinkled on a canvass lacking emotion. She was his. The feeling brought on by this statement was new, strange and invigorating all the same. Could it be love? Ha, aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves?

Voluminous plumage flicked in a lazy fashion against powerfully muscled quarters before the palomino slipped in to motion, his dominant stride laced with confidence as he plunged in to the icy depths. Black lips touched the millions of diamond like droplets, an expression of pure satisfaction distorting his unmistakably masculine features. The land he waded towards was luscious, life blossoming without hindrance. It was a stark comparison to his significant empire. He expected Isolde to follow, she would do as he said. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

Game one: kiss chase. Come and play.

.x.

[[ISO]lde]

The fashion to which we constructed this companionship was an odd one. And the fact he was mostly likely internally degrading me coaxed a slow sneer of laughter to curl the outermost seams of my labrums. Frankly I could not be bothered to grow annoyed with concept. He was the type of soul to do this to all beings that breathed without any concept of whom he was talking to. That wasn't uncommon but naturally he had the muscle to back whatever threat he composed. Each and every pound caused by his locomotion coaxed my lobe to flick thoughtlessly - taking in the movement of the monster - that I was. My exression was pensive in all honesty. At ease for the most part but evidently amused. My harks descended and rested within the concave depths available them. The soft crooning command was almost tender and I blinked briefly - taken aback by the quiet drawl. Pinions bent and I approached reticently - wordlessly and without protest. "Hmm?" I inquired softly as I came abreast him. My torso was even with his, and I even offered a careful nip to his shoulder. My nostrils quivered with the abundance of his scent and I breathed a slow sigh.

It was in this silent comradery that I found content. Naturally as soon as that voice adopted that demanding bark I would be the witch once again and things would be restored to their natural state but at present this chaos was fine. It served a double sided coin to be quite honest. As he immersed himself in the aqua I eased after him, allowing my stride to lengthen to keep pace with him. My gaze was hooded and careful but not without that charming, energetic expression that most found so intoxicating. Of course there was very little about me that was not intoxicating. I was a super drug. An obvious one. Despite the forming scars at my withers. My mug touched my own bosom briefly and a soft snort resounded from within me. The sound was nothing short of playful. A feminine squeal ilicited itself from within my thorax and I lunged within the aqua, zenith prone to eratic motion of the longitudal sort. A pinion struck the surface and I blew aloft his serpentine in a genteel fashion.

Sorry for the shortness. <3

[A P O L L O //]

.x.

To be honest, he was degrading her. His mind was uncontrollable, it did as it pleased and it felt not an ounce of compassion for anyone. His heart, well, that was another matter. It was dead, blackened and burnt. But sparks were forming within the depths of his chest. Infatuation and lust, nothing more. Apollo’s threats are never empty, so I’m glad we agree on one thing. A promise made from his lips is one that would be fulfilled, no matter what the consequence. Isolde, I believe that you can look after yourself but you never have to fear another soul in your life. Be it dead or alive. He will protect you.
Within reason, of course.

Her obedience satisfied the egotistical beast, he was pleased by her meek and submissive responsiveness. It stroked his pride, allowing him to believe that he was as powerful as he liked to think. Long, lean extensions thrashed beneath the surface in an effort to keep the impressive mass afloat, his motions smooth, swift and clean. Nostrils dilated rapidly, deep breaths of precious oxygen inhaled so that his toned muscles wouldn’t cramp. Neat acoustics shot forth as the thestral queen’s feminine scream pierced his drums, an expression of gentle surprise illuminating the boy’s handsome façade. She was unpredictable. That was for sure. As the painted nymph lunged towards him, the noble czar whistled, the sound sharp and shrill as his thick crest arched towards the belle, velvety liblas parting in a vicious fashion. But the action was left incomplete because his aimed direction wavered, the exotic profile crashing in to the azure, away from the mare before his golden hide was utterly swallowed by the vast blue.

An amused chuckle rumbled through his flawless chassi as he swam with ease beneath his beautiful prize, her delicate figurine rippling as she swam towards the shore. He remained beneath the water for several, lingering minutes before his lungs began to burn for air. Their cries of agony forcing him to surface with an almighty leap, his darkened structure pushing against the attractive pera in a manner of play. The virile’s faintly roman zenith brushed firmly against her slender curvature, his soft muzzle pushing against her damp tendrils in an almost affectionate notion. A cloud of carbon was released placidly from his vents before Apollo picked up the pace, iron like flints quickly hitting upon the bleached granules that littered his destination. His magnificent form glittered beneath the fragile rays of sunlight as he emerged from the aqua, droplets sparkling as they were thrown in to the atmosphere. The emperor pivoted so that he could face Isolde, the toned muscles undulating beneath the golden exterior as he adopted a controlled, elegant prance. It was a display of complete masculinity, power and pride. A dangerous combination.

Unnervingly gorgeous hazel portals shone with rare delight as he waited patiently for the duo toned harlot to reach him, his motions ceasing abruptly as a single lobe fluttered, focusing upon the world lurking behind him. Sturdy haunches accepted his full weight without protest as the stallion rose in to the nothingness, appendages unfurling as he lashed out at the atmosphere for no apparent reason. Scythes cut through the air, his parted kissers allowing a domineering cry to escape the warrior. He landed with a soft thud, an arrogant smirk playing upon his chiselled features.

Look at what you’ve got. Aren’t you a lucky girl?

.x.

[[ISO]lde]

This is what could be turned a tender time for the two of us. Easing into the way of things though I highly doubted we would always be so at ease together. In any case I moved flawlessly after him. Another squeal sounded past my aperture just as swiftly as the initial scream ilicited itself. The fact that his course was altered caused my gaze to descend abruptly, a brow ascended slowly and my stare perused the surface of the aqua with a quiet frown engineered upon my exquisite countenance. For several long moments I found myself staring there...waiting to see what exactly this soul was up to. Apollo? You there? The sudden breaking of the surface coaxed me to leap in place, a feral snort sounding though I did calm with the soft sensation of his muzzle upon the soaked flesh. My nostrils quivered and my own velveteen was offered to press carefully to his cheek in response. Lobes flitted back and forth. And to think you and I fight like cats and dogs. Dirty bastard that you are. A quiet smirk quirked my brows at this thought but I did not comment verbally upon the nature of said thoughts, simply observed the way he eased up the bank and onto the shore. The arrogance of his ways were evident but he was enrapturing nonetheless. Labrums fussed reticently but I did begin to ease back up towards him.

My strides were akin to his in fervor, pinions bending in a languid trance inducing venture towards him. My serpentine too had adopted an elaborate arch of sinew as my tendrilage swayed uneasily at its side. My nostrils quivered for several seconds. Touching my muzzle to my torso I flexed and chortled lazily at the grand show of supremacy. In response the length of my spinal column bowed and my hindquarters sent the following anvils into the air in a jesting buck. My prance turned into flailing, feral bounds. As I neared him I mirrored the actions to which he had illustrated moments before. A playful grin broke my aperture as I leapt at him once again only to form a quiet orbit about him only to halt abruptly at his right side. My hindquarters sunk into the tender sands and I snorted, bending to nip ever so carefully at his pistons I smirked expressively into his features and shoved lightly at his shoulder in still playful manner. Is this to be the norm? I highly doubted that would be the case. We were not easy going creatures, and therefore were given to bouts of arguing and battle. Ah well. We could enjoy these tiny seconds of harmony.