My... king?

[Pie]

T H E light filtered through the forest canopy. Its shafts highlighting the various shades of emerald. The shadows had seemed to dissapear completly. This left Revair gasping for air. No shadows, no life. She screamed, her head spun in rapid circles, then to the right her erratic and blurry gaze seemed to focus where the sun didn't shine. She quietly slipped into the shadow, it masked her horrified expression as the rain vanished from sight and the day was beginning to turn out into a bright... sunny... spring day. Soon enough, her shock was ambushed with embarassment. Earlier, the light had been hidden by the thick fog of rain, untill of course the clouds had no more tears to cry. Typical, she spat and scorned at Joker. However, the shadow seemed to welcome her, and she relaxed backwards into its comforting hold.

There was a strange sensation tugging at her lips. It pulled the corners upwards into a sleezy smirk, however it was tight around her lips. There was a glint of satisfaction clearly on show as she flashed that playful smirk towards her new master. But the smirk never touched her eyes. They were still drawn into sharp slits that squinted at the light. They watched his every movement carefully, trying to decipher his thoughts. Nothing as of yet, but she would continue to search for an answer, or some kind of break.

When he was hasty with his movements, Revair could only stare. He seemed excited and this brought something to Revair that made her shudder. Not because she was scared, because she was acually relieved. She knew he was falling for her. Not in the love or like kind of way, but the way that ment she could amost use him as a puppet, but still respect him and pretend that she was worshiping him at the same time. Even when he looked back, to confirm she was following made her jump. It was like he was checking to see if she was real, so she hopped. This made her roll both eyes. Her lips casted downwards and she slowly picked up the speed. Running wasn't her style, however, prancing was. Automatically her tail flung high into the air, hovering over her rump and streaming through the air with ease. Her thick legs seemed weightless as they streched high. Her slender body barely moved as she swayed beside Joker, letting a teasing squeal escape her lips. She shied only for pure amusment and to stress the elegance that seemed to float off her body with every graceful step untill something crunched beneath her.

Both eyes spun out of control, her legs stood still as both eyes darted from darkness on the right to darkness on the left. It was perfect. Her slender neck flung backwards and a loud growl rolled from her lips followed by an awkward screech of laughter. One foreleg was proped up in the air, circiling the crusty and grey fauna below it. "Didn't think you'd be dark enough to own lands like these"
She mulled at her words, fascinated by there essence as they travelled through the air with ease. A dark shadow creaped across her face as she stared at her new found home. Clearly pleased with the sight, yet something evil was burning inside her waiting to explode.



562 words
I could have gone all day, i would have but decided to end it, leave some muse in the bucket =] Gah, im so excited hahaa.

[Halo]

Joker snorts disapprovingly at her comment. Did she truly think him incapable of such darkness? Was she mocking him, maybe? It doesn’t matter. She is here now, as his own, and will soon find out all that he is proficient of. Yes, he is fond of her, but not as strongly so as she may think. And he is not so easily broken by outside forces, his outer armor sturdy, a well-built fortress around his insides that have protectively shielded him for so long now.

He pauses to gaze about at his terra, ears pricked forward among his golden hairs and voids alert to every sight to be seen. Once satisfied that nothing is amiss in his lands, he turns his attentions back to the mare standing several feet away from him. Slowly, not warily but just at his leisure, he paces over to her, strides intentional and completely confident in the footing of his flints. “I take it that you like my lands?” he questions, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, eyes cunning with a sharpness that tells her he knows what she is up to.

Oh, he doesn’t really, but she doesn’t need to know that. Not yet. He has every intention of tangling her into his web so tightly that escape will be impossible. Whether she likes it or not, knows it or not, Revair is now his treasure and he covets his valuables with a vengeance. What she wants and gets, in the long run, depends on how pleased he is with her. He supposes he doesn’t intimidate her, but let her live in a false sense of security.

Lightly he runs his muzzle along her neck. “Now that we’re here...” he mumbles before drawing back casually. He regards her with a calm stare.
~Joker

(OOC: Muse kind of died, sorry.)

[Pie]

V A R I O U S emotions twisted onto Revair's face as she stared across Joker's land. It had come to her attention, that he had only placed one delicate hoof onto the lands that breathed with death. A energyizing shiver raced down her spine making her jump forwards. The darkness seemed to swallow her up as she pranced around, probably making a fool of herself. For a few more seconds she let the darkness get the better of her. Maybe she wouldn't have acted this way if she hadn't spent so long without darkness. They kicked her out, which could mean many things. However, this time things would go her way. "I coulnd't wish for anything better.
Her voice was full of venom as she spat. Something crude had to come out of her for dancing light horse would. However, she was dancing in the dark.

When she turned to Joker she could only stare. Wondering what he thought of her little episode. After she finally regained composure, she relaxed, the energy seemed to vanish from sight. Still, her gaze wandered as if she was still occupied. Every now and again her tail would flick, just because she didn't want to have another energy burst. As Joker casually strode to her side, Revair could do nothing but snicker. She knew what she was doing, so she was going to play a little game. "So back to what I want..." Revair hissed in a light hearted manner. Both eyes flashed with some kind of plot as she pulled her head upwards to stare Joker in the eye. Shafts of light illuminated the corners of her coat that were exposed to those shafts. They shimmered with a purple tindge almost as bright as the sun itself.

Then suddenly, her facial expression went cold, both eyes blinked but for an extended period, they stayed closed. One leg kicked up and her backside has swiflty moved away from Joker. Her muzzle snapped at his nostrils, threatining to gnaw into his flesh. She was in an awkwards position, her tail lashed violently by her hocks, one eye was squinting at Joker. "What if its what you want?" The words were sincere, there was no sarcastic or joking tone added to her voice. Those plain toxic words poisioned the air with their acid. There was a wry smirk crawling towards her lips. But she was being serious, what if they wanted the same thing?

[Halo]

“I want many things,” he replies curtly, a cool and rare calm overtaking his face, looking unworried by her brisk change of mood and the snap that sought to dig open his muzzle. In his head there is silence, an empty space for his own voice to roam. And how big and lonely that space seems now that he has it (if only for a little while) all to himself, and not that he couldn’t get used it. It’s rather peaceful.

“For instance I want power, to make my name known. And...” He steps forward, into her reach and then beyond it until they are nearly touching, lifting his lips to her listening ear. He breathes softly upon it once...twice...before tickling her listener with a whisper. “I want you...” He smirks against her velvety ear before drawing away, gazing at her with an unreadable expression.

No, he’s not in love...not with this mare. He’s in love with the idea of her, with what she can be used for. But he’s not beyond negotiations. He’s willing to give a little in return for what he takes. He doesn’t mind that at all as long as it doesn’t compromise his position. He wants, demands, the respect he deserves here as King. But if he isn’t given what he asks for he’ll just have to steal it.
~Joker

(OOC: Darn…I feel like this post was all over the place…-_-‘)

[Pie]

H I S first words were boring. The most typical response yet, but she listened patiently, he oviously had more to say. Her acrid breath directed onto his muzzle as he spoke. When he spoke of power, Revair almost jumped, but something held her back. It was the calm state of mind telling her to be patient. She could almost suspect his next movement. His impish step forwards made Revair giddy with excitement, but it did not reach the surface. When he wispered in her ear, she didn't flinch but rather savoured the moment. A smug grind wreathed its way onto her lips. It was full of satisfaction, yet there was a dangerous glint in her eyes and the smirk dissapeared. She scolded him and stepped backwards so one side of hers was in view.

The contours of her body were devine. Those promident hips jutted out in sheer perfection. Her thicker set body was rigid as she stood staring out into the darkness. Although she was muddy, it did not obscure anyones view from the curves that had been sculpted into perfection. With a slash of her tail, both ears pinned. Her lips pursed and both eyes narrowed into slits. "I stand by my words." Her tone was much harsher than expected, but it was lightened with an enticing flash that flickered in her eyes. What joker had said, was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be known as a kind of mare who powered others. But she didn't want him. Although, she would never say that. She just wanted the fun and power that he would soon give her. This king was as exciting as a rollercoaster. and it bought relif to her eyes. Maybe, he had some friends she could get to know as well.

[Halo]

She doesn’t have to like him, she just has to give in to whatever he wants from her and he’ll be satisfied (he thinks). She truly is a jewel among mares, perfect in her contour and design and the devilish mind behind those pretty eyes is ideal for his tastes. But it is yet to be seen how the two will work together and he finds himself, or more like Prank has returned and yammering in his head, leery of how such a union might weaken his kingdom. And his kingdom here in the highlands must not fall.

”She will destroy everything you have waited for and worked so hard to accomplish. She seeks her gain, not that gain of the kingdom. Be cautious, Joker, very cautious.”

When Joker looks at the situation he admits, grudgingly, that perhaps Prank is right. He shouldn’t rush into this. And now his mood is completely soured, his lip turning up in one corner in an expression of irritation. His whole mood had changed, his thrill vanishing without a moment’s notice, the fun just completely gone. He tries to hide it, turning away from the mare and heading towards the more mountainous region of his lands.

“Come with me,” he commands. He takes the mountain at a leisure pace, unhurried by anything, up along a path worn into the slope by many years of others traveling the same way. The going is fairly easy and by the time Joker has lead them to where he wants he takes the rest in a swift trot. He plants his feet upon the level surface of the large ledge, green eyes looking down over his frozen terrain guardedly and admiring it. One could see just about every piece of it from up here.

He remains silent, allowing her whatever thoughts she might harbor for Darkened Frost and not caring in the least if they are negative. For the criticism of anyone else but himself is not needed, not welcome. He barely glances towards Revair as he looks down approvingly one final time. “I will see what I can do about fulfilling your desires. But you’ll require patience...” He’s not going into this rashly.
~Joker

(OOC: Dunno why he brought her there, something to write about. I don’t remember the colors I chose for the voices…so I’m making new ones. Here...

Joker: normal
Predator: Red
Sin: Blue
Prank: Green

[Pie]

[Pie]

R E V A I R noted the sudden change of mood as soon as it happened. Instead of giving Joker some space as any normal horse would, she inched closer, willing to fill in that gap between them.
She watched the corners of his mouth edge downards. In response, hers turned upwards in that famous half smile of hers. Then he began to navigate towards an incline. Great, now they were going for a little walk. This was the only thing that tormented Revair, but something wispered patience to her. This made her furious and her sharp hoof slammed into the dead ground. Maybe Joker would have herd it, but it was followed by another few stomps as she pranced off after her king, peircing the air with her sweet melodic voice which was unintentionally seductive. "S-suree"


Revair didn't attempt to match Jokers speed. If she fell behind, he would search for her. This gave Revair all the more reason to be strutting around as if she was the only mare here. Her muscles rippled softly under her shiny coat as she swiftly curved around the obstacles in her path. The incline was lined with rocks but they parted to allow a narrow windy path towards its peak. The path seemed to welcome her with open arms, and Revair strode onto it confident in her footing. Her body twisted like a snake as she wound her way by Jokers side, her neck arched attractivly. "What ever you ask." While she spoke, she gazed onto the darkened lands. She deliberatly refrained from staring at Joker, her eyes witholding a menacing darkness. Again, her voice was unintentionally seductive as she stood still watching not even one figure move about the land. "Wheres the rest of your herd?" She questioned curiously, sneaking an alluring stare towards him before looking away and letting herself frown to mask the snicker that seemed to be crawling onto her lips by the second.

[Halo]

“It has not been long since I found these lands and laid my claim, Revair. It will grow.” And that is all he has to say on it. It will not remain empty forever, he assures himself. He will work hard, build this place up, and make it a true dark herd. How ever long it takes him, he won’t stop until it is complete (and even then will the work every be done?). He catches her stare and does a quick glance in her direction, blinking at her with a blank expression.

He looks back over his lands, his mind searching for the words that will strengthen his position instead of weakening it. The vocals need to be precise and the lines to speak exact and a complete match-up to his thoughts. “I do not plan on allying my heart to any mare, nor do I honestly trust in spontaneous partnerships when much is at stake.” Does she get it? He’s not sure making a bonding alliance between them as a King and a Queen would be the right decision at this point. But...

“You may reside by my side for the time being...until when I might find a Queen. Then you shall serve as my Lady-in-Waiting.” He swivels his rump away and his front towards her, lifting his head and gazing upon her with an inquiring gaze. “Is that satisfactory for you?” Strangely enough, there is something like honest sincerity in his voice, if you are listening for it. However, though he does feel rather generous today, he doesn’t expect to give without receiving something from the lovely fae.
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. Was thinking. Basically he is offering her to rule with him until he finds a Queen. From then she would be his Lady-in-Waiting, which is a mare who would assume the title of Queen should something happen to her and she is no more. More power than a beta mare, less than the Queen. How does that sound?)

[Pie]

I T had been a long day. The shafts of light were generously being filtered out by the dark but unthreatining clouds summoned from the west. They crawled lazily across the tinged orange sky. Even though they looked like they would burst, they had some journey ahead before that was to happen. The clingy pollination swept through the moutians, a little quicker than the clouds. The sweet flower smell scrunched Revair's nose in discust as she boringly watched the sun fade into the clutches of a cloud. She was aware of the figure that stood beside her. A day was all it took for Joker, her newly found king to break. Admitting it to herself, that was a record. No one had taken that long, but in reality it wasn't long at all.

They had only met earlier that morning when rain efortlessly fell onto their backs, not threatened by Revair's destructive ways. Because really, she couldn't do anything to stop the rain from falling. Or some one else for that matter. As the sun continued to sink, handfuls of shadows began to surround them. The softer tree shadows became harsh and the rocks swelled and grew beneath her hooves as a indestructable darkness spread its finger through her body. Of course she welcomed the darkness, especially tonight. For there was no moon, and the dark clouds further up were hiding the stars.

A smug expression fixed onto her lips, her eyes decreased in intensity as she turned to Joker. But that expression faded. Her eyes were ringed with dark shadows, the crimson depths in the center, her pupils were darkened with a bottomless pit. They turned cold in one flick of her head, they scrutinized his face, glaring at him. The atmosphere tensed as she edged closer, her eyes peircing through Joker. There was a unknown strength that seemed to radiate from her very breath as it coiled itself around his face when she breathed. It was overcome by the warm air, but its icy presence smothered everything in the direction it was thrown.

Her eyes had an enticing feel to them around the edges, but they continued to stare within Jokers own eyes, searching for something that wasn't there. Her lips were drawn into a snarl, a grown rumbled from her throat as she snapped at the air around them. So easily she could have inched further to take him by surprise, but she controlled herself. Her words were buoyant and lyrical as they flowed through the air with ease. "So you admit.. that I'm just your little toy untill you find someone better to replace me?" Revair spat in discut. No, her spit wasn't aimed at the ground as it shout be, it was aimed at his face. Her head raised, muscles flexing as she did so. Her tail slashed angrily by her sides, almost like a handful of daggers as it slapped against her hocks and hindquarters without leaving trail of blood. "Goodluck finding someone better..." She stopped mid sentance then looked away. Somewhat pleased. Her eyes softened and her sholder inched towards his. Her muzzle gently teased the wiskers on his. Her cold breath channeled through her nostrils with ease as her mouth gently brushed over the ridges of his face, towards his cheek. She nipped him gingerly and squeaked, pressing her forehead into his neck. She didn't intend on moving, untill he would move away. Revair was comfortable, just where she was. "I'll accept.." She paused again, and mumbled the rest, chuckling silently to herself as she spoke to fast pretending that she didn't know he could hear her. Keep in mind that - toys can have their own toys, by making a toy out of the one who made the toy a toy. "





ooc;
599 words. Wow, I knew this would be big.. thats what happens when you spend all day reading. I was literally bouncing up and down writing this, so exciting. Okay, I get it =P Unless he changes his mind to make her permadent queen bahahahahaa
She is accepting by the way, but is also saying that he isn't the only one who has a toy. Basically, shes saying he is her toy.
Anyways, ill stop rambling =] Have fun replying -snickers-

[Halo]

Her actions of anger neither surprise him nor faze him, his expression the same as it was as he watches her. Joker thinks he can understand where she’s coming from, he’s not completely unreasonable, but, before any mare, his kingdom comes first. He will make no move too hasty so as to jeopardize it. This step was already a fair one to take, for him, and it already has him worried. He supposes he could never trust anyone completely, even when he should make that one his queen, his suspicions too great.

He grunts as she speaks, nose wiggling as she lips at his face and body stiffening when her forehead presses against his neck. He relaxes after a moment, but doesn’t move away. He lets her stay there, ears twitching as he listens to her words and steady breathing. She should count herself lucky; nobody has made it this close to him in a very long time...

“That’s fine, precious,” he hears himself answer, eyes rolling in their sockets to gaze down on the top of her head. “Perhaps I won’t find someone better. We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” he announces, quietly for a change with Sin making seductive teases at him inside his head. He rolls his eyes and discards the voice from his attentions. He won’t fall prey to anyone’s plotting. Little does he know that he might be one step in Revair’s trap, the other three legs following quickly behind the first. But he’s blinded by the belief that he is strong.
~Joker

(OOC: yesh…I understood your post. I hope this is okay. Sorry it took me so long. Decided to take my horsie out for a ride instead of sitting on the computer.)

[Pie]

F O R a while, Revair rested her head on his neck. It seemed to be forever untill she began to notice the creeping warmth seeping into her cold heart. That made Revair pull back instantly, clearing her throat to muffle a few swear words. Her forelock and mane had gotten into a terrible mess, so she shook her head then turned her body away from Joker. There was a part of the land she seemed to explore, her invisible eyebrows twitching into a frown. "You won't be dissapointed, yeah I look breakable, but you haven't seen me fight yet." Revair murmered, a little too quickly for him to hear, but she hoped he did. She wanted to explain that she wasn't useful in just one way. She had her benifits, underneath the seriously seductive looks and attitude, she was a fighter, craving that crimson blood every day.

Possibly a little insane, Reviar decided to learn more about her new king. Reluctantly, she turned to face him, her expression was painted with curiosity, but there was something holding her back, anguish. Never the less, she proceded with her self and spoke, not even bothering to make her words flow. "So, what made you so dark?" It was a statement and question that stood alone, her curiosity leading to more questions she would ask him later on. But there was a tone evident, that showed she demanded an answer, hoping he wouldnt return the question because really, who wants to spill a very long and boring life story?

[Halo]

Joker might have stayed quiet, somewhat content with just standing in silence and gazing upon his terrain reflectively. But nothing is ever quiet in his head, Predator, Sin, and Prank always stirring trouble up for him while they chatter and torment and argue with his free will. He hates them for holding his mind prisoner, hates them and the ones who held him physically captive when he was young. But can you truly hate the ones that shaped you, made you who you are? They sometimes scar you...it hurts...it never stops hurting no matter who numb the coldness in your heart turns you.

“What?” he asks, turning to look at her with a baffled and lost expression, his mental weariness showing through the mirrors of his soul. The green reflectors blink once, twice...and his ears twitch back and forth as he manages to pull her question out from the part of his mind that had subconsciously been paying attention. “Oh,” he comments and turns his face away, back towards the frozen forest where he had left off his scan.

“I had no choice...if I wanted to survive,” is his beginning statement, might have been his only statement, but his mind keeps wandering in the same direction, ordering his mouth to continue on. “I was made this way. They didn’t understand me, they were always angry...so I fought back, rebelled. And then...they showed up. Never leave me alone, they don’t. Always babbling and arguing. I wish they’d shut up; would peace and quiet be so bad...sometimes? It’s like having thunder or the roar of a waterfall ringing in your ears constantly, but your standing in complete silence and nobody else understands.”

Nobody understands...he’s always truly alone. So he hates everyone and everything because they don’t care to know. They would hurt him if they got the chance because they can’t fathom the depths that he is capable of. So he doesn’t give them the chance, he never will because that’s how you stay alive. The darkness showed that to him, it took him in and deadened the pain, taught him what it really meant to be a fighter, a survivor. He won’t ever betray the only thing that ever did something good for him.

His teeth grit together audibly as he clamps his jaws together, ears pinned back angrily against the back of his skull and a heated rage boiling in his emeralds. They will never know his forgiveness. He will always detest them and what they stood for. Joker will set himself free. Nobody else has the right. Nobody.

’Don’t think so highly of yourself, Joker. Your not really anything to brag about. And that’s why you left home because you weren’t good enough. You ran away.’ Predator looms in upon his mind, seeking to pin his host’s heart with the claws of his hateful expressions. ’No one cares about a ‘nobody’, so just lay down and die like a good fellow.’ The snicker rolls through his mental auds and his outward ears twitch rapidly as if trying to shake away the harmful tones. “Shut up, Predator,” he mutters darkly, under his breath without realizing it was outloud.
~Joker

[Pie]

G R E A T Revair's king was insane. Oh so what? Revair wasn't really stamped sane herself, so who cares? Most darks were insane, hearing voices inside their heads.... No one ever wanted to be inside Revair's head maybe it was for the best. As Joker spilled his life story, Revair just listened with no real intention. "Am I allowed to say, I understand you?" With her pink muzzle, Revair gently reached across to his shoulder to comfort him. Her neck was streched out, flexing a glorious line of muscles, while she reached on her tippy toes to comfort her king.

"Suppose you wan't to hear my story?" Revair pulled back from her giving massage and stood tall, her eyes searching Jokers for some kind of emotion. Her lips were pressed in a thin line, tugging downwards. "It's quite boring really." Revair was playing with her words, luring him in. However, she was being quite reluctant to say anything. It was a very boring history, and sometimes she missed it, but she would neber admit that, not to Joker anyway. "Let's just say, I was owned by alot of stallions. Some pigheadded stallion "saved" me... then kicked me out, because I was to rebelious, to wild to crazy... to out of control." Revair threw the last words in for his benifit, then sighed focusing her gaze on something that wasn't there.

[Halo]

So the jig is up, he has admitted this damned curse of his, and to a mare that he had only just come to know. He doesn’t try to think of what her reaction will be; he just expects it to be the same as all the other times one has come to learn some of him. But her words strike him startled and he turns to look at the fae as she puts her neck around him in a comforting manner. And the king relaxes slightly, turning his nose to nudge her chest lightly, adding a gentle, appreciate nip.

She pulls away and he feels somewhat disappointed, but doesn’t let it show, only nuzzles her neck once again to thank you. And then he listens intently to her words, looking from the ground thoughtfully and back up to Revair. She finishes and turns her eyes away. Joker feels like he should say something, eyes looking off in the direction she gazes, as if searching for what she might see. “I won’t kick you out, Revair,” he assures.

It felt sort of funny in his mouth, the attempt to be say something that’s supposed to be nice. His mother tried to teach him how to speak kindly and be polite, he was never good at it. Maybe he just sounds like an idiot trying now. It probably will go right over her head anyway. But she comforted him, it’s the least he can do to repay her; because nobody has ever even attempted to console his fears and worries before. Nobody.

He turns and looks at her, brow raised and eyes since. “I won’t,” he says as if she had already determined he was not telling the truth. And a smirk pulls on one corner of his mouth, something close to a smile.
~Joker

(OOC: Not as good as my last post...but I hope it's okay.)