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False Hope

The mare wanders aimlessly, flints treading upon the ground, head head high, despite the weariness that gnaws at her daggers, begging her to stop and rest, but for one moment. Her eyes are half closed as she walks, just managing to avoid running into trees. Her wispy mane hangs about her ebony neck, and her tail hangs limp, though the wind carries her scent to a potentially unwanted nose. But the mare doesn't care. She sighs softly as she takes another step. She stumbles, and almost falls upon a half obscured root of a tree. Regaining her balance, the mare sawys from eshaustion before she lays down--more crumpling like a mayonnet whose strings have been cut, then falling. Her eyes lids flutter and open for the fullest as the mare looks around herself as if it is the first time. Then she shrugs. This tree is as good as any other. Yet... the mare feels the need to continue on. She lowers her head to nibble on a bit of the rare grass not blanketed by snow. As if this refuels her, she stands and shakes her head before walking on, flints leaving a trail in the thin layer of snow over the spring grass. She murmmurs a few words to herself as she walks on, her voice soft, False Hope. That's my name. Hope. I cannot lose hope. I can keep going. es I can...After a while more of wandering, the mare becomes thirsty and feels the urdge to drink. Looking around she finds a frozen stream. Her flints move as if she's in a daze. She sees slow moving water beneath the frozen surface and rears up, her flints landing in the cool,. icey water. She shivers and quickly steps out. The six and a half year old mare lowers her raven head, wispy tresses falling around her face as she parts her kissers to take a drink. She doesn't hear the equine appraoching her from behind.

Words: 400
Muse: ok
Mood: tired
Notes: Can she be a slave? Yes, I konw she's a light, but she's just wandering around. I figured JOker could take her as a slave. Is that ok?

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Joker had come upon the tracks before he even discovered False Hopes scent upon the air, eyes staring curiously as if he could define the herd member just by the footprints they had left. Finding no familiarity, he lowers his nose to the depressions in the snow, nares flaring to pick up a smell, the traces of it faint in the cold. But a breeze picks up and blows in his direction, tapping him lightly on the shoulder and drawing his attention to the stronger version of the mare that it brings to him as a gift. And, no, she is not a part of Darkened Frost, not yet at least.

A smirk pulls on the corner of his maw, showing some of the pearly whites housed within his mouth as he picks up his strong pillars in the direction of his guest. He is nearly silent in the light dusting of snow and with the soft babble of the creek in the fae’s ears he is doubly sneaky. He stops only a step or two from her rump, contemplating how to draw her attention. He decides. The dark king stomps his fore, digging into the frozen soil as he tosses his head and flings his golden mane.

When she turns to address him with her eye his one ear perks forward and the other turns back as he grins, trying to hide the wicked intention behind a kind expression. “Good day to you, mare. What brings you to Darkened Frost, my beauty?” Does he matter? She won’t be leaving. Silly faes! What makes them think they can wander onto his land and mosey on out without getting caught trespassing; the penalty for which is quite often steep, too great for her to pay off all at once. Funny, this one is the second femme to do this same thing.
~Joker

(OOC: Hope this is okay…)

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False Hope

Darkened Forest? The mare turns at the sound of the newcomer's voice. I--the Darkened Forest? I didn't think I was in the right spot. Oh, but, sir, you see. I am terribly lost. Could you possibly show me the way to the Symphany Falls? That is where I am bound. The mare mumbles on for a bit, looking down. Her words are inaudible, but consist of 'I knew this wasn't it' and 'should I have taken the other path?'s. She looks up again at the stang. In haste she says, Oh, stallion. I am False Hope. What might your calling be? Her tail flicks and droplets of water still hang from her maw.

Words: 166
Muse: good
Mood: worried
NOtes: it's fine

[Halo]

The King is fighting the dark glint that wants so badly to manifest itself upon the surface of his orbs and the wicked glow to light his expression. His tail flicks stiffly behind him in the effort to keep his mind preoccupied so as not to give himself away so quickly. The brute takes a few steps forward, heaving a heavy sigh that forms his very own cloud in front of his muzzle, shaking his head slowly, almost sadly. “I’m afraid Symphony Falls is a long distance from here,” he responds, finding the difficulty in hiding his intentions rising ever more so.

She introduces her calling. Would she have heard of his name? It’ll be fine to speak it towards her. “I am called Joker,” he says as he commands his flints to carry him in a circle around the femme, looking over his new possession. “False Hope...” he mutters, the corners of his maw turning into a wicked grin. “How your name so truthfully describes your current position is...ironic.” The stag chuckles, allowing the annoying façade to slip away and for his true self to show threw the splitting seams of his costume. “Why head off to Symphony Falls when you can stay here?”
~Joker

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False Hope

The mare's eyes follow the stag until she can see him no longer and then she turns as he circles her. She pauses at his question. Excuse me sir... Joker, I think I would much prefer Symphony Falls to you terra, no offense. It's just, I'm not a dark. I don't belong here. She says his name hesitantly. HE is Joker. Has she heard that name before? False Hope doesn't think so. She has remained silent as he spoke about her name, and he was right, deep down in her heart, she knew. Now, as she watches the stag, she knows that he isn't truely nice. He is a nasty stag who cares nothing for her. Deep down she knows that she will never find Symphony Falls. Yet.. she has to have hope. It's in her name. But what about false? That's before hope. Confused and worried, the mare turns away from the stag. She flees as fast as her tired flints will carry her. Her pace is no more then a canter, for she is too tired to gallop. It is worth a try. The stag has never suspected it, hte mare tries to reassure herself.

Words: 245
Muse: good
Mood: afraid
Notes: ---

[Halo]

Joker smirks, watching the trueness of realization dawning doubtfully, sees how she tries to tell herself that she is still safe and there is still hope. Hope is a fantasy, a dream, and as soon as she grasps that simply reality she’ll be much better off. She’ll be his, but she’ll be alive and can be consoled by the fact that she serves a purpose in this herd. This fae, however, has not yet comprehended that. or seen the bright side, it seems, for she turns and tries to canter off.

Unhurried, the brute points himself in the direction of her flight, picking his flints up and stretching out his long pillars as he strikes out at an easy pace, still overtaking her. He turns his violet body sharply in front of False Hope to cut off her departure, head tilting to the side and brow raising with a question on his green orbs. “Where do you think you’re going? Symphony Falls isn’t that way.” His snaps a bite at her nose before taking a step forward, intent on forcing her backwards. “Why would you want to serve under a light King, anyway? He’s weak when I’m strong. You’ll be far more protected here.”

Protected, or guarded? Is there a difference? He could just bounce around and buck with glee, but he has to keep up a sober frontage. Joker doesn’t want her taking him any other way but serious. “You’re tired, mare. You won’t get far. You leave here and by the end of this day the wolves and scavengers will have picked at your bones.” Was that a fact or a threat? He’ll let her decide.
~Joker

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False Hope

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I'm... tired? Her words end in a question. She doesn't know whether she is tired or not. She does know that she would prefer the light king to this dark king, Joker. I stay here... and be... protected? Her words are hesitant. She takes a step back as he does a step forward. She is confused. She is lost. She doesn't know which way to turn for fearing that she will see the stag's big, old, ugly, face. She flicks her tail over her back as she looks around for a porthole where she can escape and run free. I.. can you show me to Symphony Falls? The mare must be getting tired. Her mind is mixed up, and the last canter seems to have done that. Her eyes are slightly clouded over with eshaustion. Oh, perhaps I should stay. I do believe I am tired. Have you any room for me?

Words: 214
Muse: great
Mood: confuzzled, tired
Notes:--

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Joker can tell she is exhausted by the way she is mixing up her words. However, it gets him what he wants in the end gets what he wants without having the exert himself too much (and that makes him happy). He steps closer when she wouldn’t notice and take the chance to step away from him. He wants to touch his possession now, to truly look over his new prize. Oh, he won’t do anything to her, right now, while she’s so tired, it wouldn’t be any fun. He runs his muzzle down the side of her neck opposite her mane, a light trace of contact as he exhales slowly all the way down its extent. “Of coooourse we have room for you,” he assures quietly, trying to sound charming.
~Joker

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False Hope

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The mare lets out a soft sigh at his words. She hardly feels his touch now, but doesn't care. She doesn't know what she's gotten herself into. She feels her muscles relax for a moment as the strain of finding a place to rest for the night is lifted from her shoulders. Thank you sir. If I could do anything to repay you... Her sentence dwindles off into nothing as she takes a step back, yawning widely as she does so. Her tail flicks and she turns her back to him, looking around with dazed eyes. She doesn't recognise anything now.

Words: 161
Muse: great
Mood: not caring, tired
Notes: did you read what she said? She's in for it now..

[Halo]

Half a smirk pulls at one side of his mouth, white teeth peeking forth between velvety kissers before disappearing behind a blank expression. She turns from him to look off and around and he steps towards her, arching his neck as he moves up to press his chest against her rump, taking in deep gusts of her scent and wondering... He shakes an ever-present desire from his mind, trying to force it away for the moment as he steps up along her side to help him better resist temptations. “Oh, I can think of a thing or two you can do for me,” he mutters to the tired fae, offering her his muscle to lean sleepily against, still trying to keep up the gentlemanly act.
~Joker

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False Hope

My pleasure. Thank you again, sir. The mare leans gratefully upon his body and rests her head on his withers. She breathes in his scent, and lets her eyes falter and close for a mintue before she stumbles on a rock and forces her eyelids to stay open. She doesn't need to fall when she's half asleep. She glances about her a few times, but mainly keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead. She places most of her whieght upon him, but doesn't fear that she will fall. The kind stag will support her, she knows, for he has been so kind to her. Anything, kind sir. Thank you again for your............... hospitality......

Words:
Muse: great
Mood: tired
Notes: I sense this rp is coming to a close. What think you?

[Halo]

Joker decides it best to find the mare a place to lie down and sleep and directs her sleep-walking form into the crystal forest to a small nook that has often given him warmth on cold nights while he slept. Quietly he instructs her to lay there and when she does so he curls his legs beneath him also and reclines beside her. With his physique hiding most of her from the wind, he lowers his nose to place it on his fore knees, eyes closing as he forces himself to relax and rest despite the excitement flurrying up inside his chest. A new slave mare, all for him.
~Joker

(OOC: Whatever ya want, m’dear. If you WANT, just have her go to sleep and she could wake up and the RP could continue. But if you want to end it that’s fine by me, either way. Hope you don’t mind the teensie powerplay.)

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False Hope

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The mare settles down in the little nook that the stag has pointed out to her. She grunts her thanks and soon drifts off to sleep. Her dreams are calm and relaxing.
She is in a beautiful forest. The golden-green sunlights spills through the canopy of soft, green leaves. Mist hangs in the air, glittering when the sunlight falls upon it. Not only in the air, but upon the ground, the mist lays, creating circles around her hooves as she places them down. Moss is at the base of the old trees that are stretching high in the sky. The mare looks around and spots a flower at the base of the tree. It is a ruby red, a blood red rose. The stem is emerald green, if not deeper. The scene changes and she is standing in a blackened and burnt forest. She hears voice around her, but can see nothing excepted the dried up bones upon the ground and the burnt trees. The sky is dark, and a very thick and dark layer of mist coats the floor. Panic flares in her heart. She looks around and spot it. There, in the exact same spot was that rose. This time it was black. The mare snaps awake. Many hours have passed and she feels refreshed as she looks around. The fem realizes she's been sweating from the panic in ehr heart in her dream. For a moment, she wonders who the stag is guarding her, but she then remembers the night before.Excuse me, sir. Thank you for letting me rest. Perhaps your could direct me in the direction of Symphony Falls? The mare stands, yawns and stretches. She looks around and steps out of the nook, past the dark stag. She doesn't realize that she will stay here for the rest of her life. She will be a slave. But she doesn't know.

Words: 380
Muse: great
Mood: refreshed
Notes: Ok, let's do what you said. I rped her waking up. It's fine.

[Halo]

Joker had been awake long before False Hope joins him in consciousness, watching her as she dreams. The stag has decided that it must be a nightmare with the way her breathing is sharp and panted, her face wrinkled in distress and the slight twitch of discomfort she gives every now and then. He has no opinion of her state, neither glee nor concern. He simply remains as he is, waiting for her stir back to wakefulness so that she can finally understand and see the truth about her stay here. She won’t be going to Symphony Falls and she’ll have to know that sooner or later...soon, he thinks, as she seems to be coming around.

Symphony Falls...bah! A weak land ruled by a feeble king. Who would want to plan their roots there where they could be so easily uprooted? How can a beast of the Light offer any promises of protection when one holds unbendable morals on such a high pedestal? If you are determined to guard something then you need to be ready to do what is necessary. Joker is not sure this Jynxed Halo is so prepared for the harshness of reality.

He is addressed by False Hope’s lyrics and he turns his head, watches her stand with a yawn and stretch her muscles free of sleepy tautness. For a moment the brute says nothing until he picks himself up upon his flints as well, giving a hearty shake to dislodge snow that had clung to him while he was sleeping. And then he grunts and shakes his head with a roll of his eyes. He’ll need to spell it out for her, he fears.

“My dear lady...” he begins with a sympathizing shake of his head. I am afraid you will not be going to Symphony Falls.” He takes several steps forward before turning sideways before her, tilting his head and staring at her with a quiet gaze. “You will be staying here as one of my lovely slaves. I tried to tell you earlier, but you weren’t listening.” He smirks and stretches his crown out on his nape so that he can very lightly brush his visage against her neck.
~Joker

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False Hope

Fear grips her heart with a tight fist as she hears the stag's frightful words. She turns to look at him and shies away from his touch. Her hooves leave imprints in the freshly fallen snow as she moves away with quick, hurried steps. Her eyes are wide and nostrils flaring as her mind jolts awake.No! I can't! I won't! How could she have been sugh a fool as to believe the lying wolf the stag really is? HOw could she have not seen it? The mare shakes her head, still facing the dark stag. Her heart is thumping in her chest as if it wants to get in the number of beats it will have in her lifetime before she faces her doom. He will probably kill her, she doesn't care. Nothing is worse than death in her world. Creatures should die, she believes, when it is nature's will and their time. A horse shouldn't kill another horse, but that is certainly what this stag in front of her will do to her.I won't! I'll leave! You can't keep me!

Words: 242
Muse: excellent
Mood: scared, unsure
Notes:--