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Post by Nightmare on Nov 30, 2006 21:16:43 GMT -5
She continued on walking, trying to ignore the fact that he was walking beside her. She promised herself she wouldn't speak unless it just came out. That might happen a lot since it just happened now. What made her angry was when he said he would call her Silence. He wasn't going to name her and she was going to tell him what she thought, "You can call me whatever you want, but you won't get a response." She spat at him.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Nov 30, 2006 21:24:09 GMT -5
+Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
Oh, really? Then what was that, just random words coming from no where?
Taunting and insulting were the stallion's favorite pass time, and he rarely gave up a chance to ridicule some one. It was almost involuntary, but usually it wasn't.
Or maybe I'll call you Angel. That was my first mare's name, she was beautiful, right up until I crushed her head in, A fitting end, don't you think?
He continued undaunted, tail twisting around his flanks as he strolled along in comfort.
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Post by Nightmare on Nov 30, 2006 21:28:41 GMT -5
Boy. He was the kind of stag to get on someone's nerves. Quite easily, it seems. But it wouldn't work on her. She began to calm again, shutting her mouth. Not another word would escape, ever. She was actually tempted to, but wouldn't let herself. And she didn't show it in any way possible.
As he spoke, his words repeated over and over again in her mind. Soon, she got tired of it and then turned her rump toward him, almost inviting him. And then she kicked out her hind pillars, pistons aiming for his shoulder. He was tall, so she might get lower than she wanted, but a leg would do just fine. And then after her attack toward him, she bolted away from him. She wasn't going to let him catch her.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Nov 30, 2006 21:36:29 GMT -5
+Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
Obsidian swore as the leg connected with his lower shoulder, cutting a thin line over the night touched flesh. He had thought he'd finally won, but as he watched the mare's fleeting rump, he knew this was going to be harder then he had originally thought. At least the girl had spirit.
With an earth shaking cry, he rose up on his hind legs for a moment, flints etching figures int he sky quickly. He had no time for shows, though, and sprinted forward, pistons stretching over the earth to carry him towards the femma.
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Post by Nightmare on Nov 30, 2006 21:42:53 GMT -5
Finally, after two years which seemed forever by the way, she was running. Running like the wind, she was. Dome was tossed wildly. Then her boa was craned, pools setting upon the stag as he came galloping up behind her. He caught up fast, but large horses were also clumsy. Ribbons swatted the air slightly, then lifted straight up into the air. Nares flared, taking in as much oxygen needed to keep her going.
Arabians were built for going for long distances and she doubted whatever kind of horse he was wasn't. He looked like a kind of draft horse. With a snort, she swerved to the right, looking around wildly for anything, anything to jump over. Then she found a dead log on the ground. It was about five feet, maybe six. But it didn't matter. Pillars reached out further in front of her, strides extending. Boa stretched out and she flew toward the log. She lifted off from the terrain and soared over it perfectly and then landed on the other side harshly, falling to her knees for a split second, but she got up just as quick and then continued.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Nov 30, 2006 21:51:40 GMT -5
+Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
Obsidian followed as long as he could, always just to far behind to bite her, which he wished to do so much. He muscular limbs carried him long and far, bunch each stride brought another stab off pain to his wounded shoulder, and he realized with a mixture of pity, sorrow, and hatred that other would escape his grasp, for the femma leaped a log the brute was far to tired to do, and with a cry of outrage he slid to a stop.
Rising up on his hind pillars, he cut through the rotten wood simply to defy her, wanting to walk away with more then a bruise, a bloody shoulder, and a failure to capture even one week mare. But then, what had he said earlier? It wasn't over till someone was bleeding. He hated irony so much.
You'll be mine!
He screamed out, audits back and tiara raised to the azure sky. This wasn't over, he simply had one more name on his list, one more to catch, and maybe even kill. No, this wasn't over.
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Post by Nightmare on Nov 30, 2006 21:57:30 GMT -5
He hadn't jumped the log, but just barged right through it. The words of the stag were thrown at her unexpectedly. She would be his? Oh, dear Lord, save her! She then began to have flash backs of her father, the look in his orbs, the way he grinned at her. It told her something and that something was she was going to die. But she had escaped him right?
Then suddenly, right in front of her, as if by magic, her father appeared. It was hallucination, but she had no clue it was. Sliding to a stop, she screamed at the imaginary father of hers. Then she bolted to the left, panting harshly. There was nothing there in the first place. The stag chasing her now would probably think she is some insane horse, but would that be enough to stop him? Probably not.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 2, 2006 23:36:54 GMT -5
+Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
What was this? The vixen was screaming at the air, it appeared that something was wrong with her. But would that be good or bad for the knight? He might be able to manipulate her for his own purposes, but it still meant that she was flawed, sh had a blemish. Would he really take in such a creature? She was so spirited, too. So many choices, so little time.
He watched her bolt to the left, avoiding some unseen demon, and the masculine from decided to follow, sprinting forward and following her path. She was scared now, he assumed, she would make a mistake. He had confidence he could hold out long enough.
With crimson drops falling beside him and tinting his pelt a blood red, he forged on, nostrils flared as he took each leap.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 2, 2006 23:41:56 GMT -5
The brute still was continuing to chase her. She was wondering why she was running. She didn't deserve this crap. But her instincts told her to continue running and she obeyed. As she came to a dense patch of trees, she went right on for it. She disappeared into the shadows, her pelt matching perfectly with them. With a slight smirk, she continued on.
Her boa was craned to look behind her. Another one of the stupid things she has done today. And with her dome turned, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She could fall off a cliff and not realize it until she was falling freely and then she would go SPLAT on the bottom. She looked forward again and exploded from the trees to find herself on the beach again. Halting suddenly, she looked up and down the beach and then swerved to the right and bolted off once more.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 2, 2006 23:51:05 GMT -5
+Can't you hear the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
Obsidian swore as he emerged from the trees, his eyes scanning the barren horizon for any sign of the creature. He saw her nowhere, and his shoulder throbbed with pain. The gash had only been superficial before, but his instant and harsh running had ripped it open, letting air into the much deeper wound. Eh cursed the mare for cause him so much trouble. She would pay for this, she would pay dearly. If he ever found her.
Sulking, he dipped his cranium to the sands, noticing for the first time the hoof prints etched into the sand. Of course! How stupid he had been.
With a great bound, he set off again, a line of crimson marking his hoof prints.
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