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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 0:02:21 GMT -5
Nape was craned and she let her chocolate gaze settle upon where she started. The brute appeared and seemed to not have seen her. But then he looked down at the sandy terrain and saw tracks. Great. With a snort, she looked forward again and continued. A large rock formation appeared in front of her and she skidded to a stop. It was a cliff. She looked left and right and even up to see if there was a way to climb the d**ned thing. But there was no where to go expect to where she came from.
Spinning around quickly, she saw as the large brute came closer and closer to her. Nares flared, her coal pelt dampened with a bit of sweat. She waited for him, a plan forming in her mind.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 3, 2006 0:18:45 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
The sleeper was trapped Obsidian noted with a happy smile. He slowed his approach, wanting to drag out the torture he had planned, wanting to make her wait to suffer. She wasn't going to get away again, not without a few injuries, and not just physical.
Hello again.
She called out, eyes wide in anticipation.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 0:25:37 GMT -5
Auds pinned down against her skull, kissers peeling back to reveal her ivories. She sidestepped to the right, arching her nape slightly. He wasn't going to come near her or hurt her. She wouldn't let him. She gave him this look in her orbs, trying to lure his own gaze to hers.
When she was pretty sure his attention was on her pools, she bolted forward passed him into a thundering gallop. She bucked out toward his rump with a rough snort as she went and then continued. Crown was tossed into the air. And she thought she was done for.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 3, 2006 0:33:31 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
He had seen it coming, he hadn't expected her to just give up. SO as she bolted past him, he spun on his haunches, bounding forward with one, great push of his muscular legs. He hoped it was enough to soar over her, landing on her and forcing her to the ground. He wasn't sure if he had been fast enough, though, for another line of blood marred his hip, another scar to add to the list.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 0:40:07 GMT -5
D.amn. Didn't seem to work. Brujos were too smart these days. But, then again, she's never been with another equine for years now and she couldn't figure out good escape routes these days. Next thing she knew, the shadow of the brute casted over her and the weight of him crashed down onto her hind quarters. A screech escaped her vocalbox that scared away birds in a nearby tree. She fell down onto her knees and then her side. Chocolate gaze then looked up upon the bastard. Her mind was playing tricks with her again. She saw the face of her father on the large brute instead of his own. She was going to die now, she knew it.
(o.o Don't kill her though xD)
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 3, 2006 0:49:11 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
ooc: ((I won't, I promise. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do in the first place))
Obsidian straddled the mare, dark orbs burrowing into her flesh. He hadn't thought through what he would do, and as he stood over her, he found he was at a loss for ideas.
With a sour face, scraped his fangs over her neck quickly, marking her as his.
You will follow me, and you will be mine.
He growled in her audits, pools wide with rage, or maybe something else. History was repeating itself again, but the steed cared little. If she failed him, she would simply be his next victim, easy and simple. Maybe this time the foal his vixen had wouldn't be corrupted by it's dam. If not, oh well. The bloodier the ground the better.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 0:55:42 GMT -5
(Lol xD)
She felt his ivories nip her flesh harshly, but ignored the slight pain that lingered there for a moment. It wasn't as strong as the pain she felt when her father killed her mother. His words rang through her auds. She shouldn't fight him. Now she was too weak and probably would be limping for weeks now. She even thought she wouldn't be able to stand. Something had to be broken, but nothing was. Just her luck. With a slight groan of pain, she moved a bit under him.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 3, 2006 1:03:13 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
Swear you'll follow me, and if you dare betray me, I'll hunt you down and kill you and any others you are with, I promise you.
Obsidian growled, deciding to make certain she would remain faithful to him, for a time. Confident she would accept his terms, he stepped aside, eyes filed with a mixture of emotions. His thoughts were scrambled, old memories of killings bringing a demented and cruel smile to his lips. Life was such a joy for him, the only trouble coming from the others around him. Sometimes he wished he could simply kill all the others and live alone, but there was no fun in that. No one to hunt, no one to torment. What a boring life.
The question of where they would stay quickly rose in his mind. Where would he go? Challenging a stallion seemed like to much effort, perhaps he could, though he hated the thought, ask for land. One of the abandoned cities would have to do for now.
What are your thoughts on a foal?
He sang out, shifting his weight off his injured limbs carefully.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 1:09:07 GMT -5
(Oi. Obsidian is such a meanie >.< -spanks him-)
He spat in her facade again. She heard his words clearly. Even if she did run from him, he wouldn't be able to find her. She was good at that. And why would he say he would kill another others she's with? She's never with anybody. Finally, he removed his large mass from over hers. She didn't want to move, but then she didn't want to die either. Strange change of thoughts.
She placed her fore pillars out in front of her, then slowly and painfully, she stood up, almost falling back down. Her hind limbs were wobbly like a newborn foal's. Gasping, she lowered her crown a bit to keep her balance, pistons planting firmly on the sandy terrain below. Unexpectly, the brute asked about her thoughts on a foal. He must be stupid. She can barely move now and he wants to breed her? What an a.sshole. She did not answer, but simply stood there, her hind pillars spread a bit.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 3, 2006 1:16:47 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing 'cause for you the bell tolls+
ooc: ((ok, now he's going to kill you!))
Fine, later.
The knight demanded, answer the vixen's silence. It was then he realized he didn't know her true name, for all this time she had simply been "the femma" or whatever word he thought of.
What are you christened?
He asked her, taking a step forward not out of concern, but to simply get a better view of the fae's odd position. It was very amusing to him, and he chuckled slightly.
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