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Post by Halo on Oct 28, 2008 18:06:01 GMT -5
Does he feel in the least bit sorry for the horror he has placed upon the fae? He doesn’t think so, the fibers of his being numb as he continues to follow the rules of the dark dictator that has a grasp on his soul. This darkness had saved him when he was lost in the light, fumbling for the strength to do the necessary things that survival depended upon. Now he has to return the favor and do the whims of the evil beings possessing him. Whatever guilt he may have lies beneath the rotting slop that was the old Joker, the original that is prostrate and dying slowly within a living carcass...its beat weak and soon to go out completely.
“Leave? Don’t make things so hard on yourself, wench,” he advices, advancing slowly forward and towards her opposite side where he seeks to touch her once more. “You don’t want to run away. I’ll have to hunt you down and when I bring you back I’d have to punish you. I really don’t want to have to do that,” he croons quietly in her ear. Joker smirks and then nips her flank non-too-gently, but not enough to break her flesh, as if stressing his point or trying to make it real to her. “If you’re a good girl you’ll do fine here.”
~Joker
(OOC: Lost my thought at the end. >.>)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Oct 29, 2008 16:43:57 GMT -5
False Hope [/font] You wouldn't dare hunt down a fem. Her words are harsh and sound as if she is trying to reassure herself. She steps back again as he takes a step forward. Does she know what and what not he would do? No. Deep down, she knows he would, but she doesn't want to submit to that until all possible escape tactic have been used... and mostlikely failed.Besides,Her words are throawn back over her shoulder as she turns and gallops away.You won't be able to catch me! Finally! She is pelting away from the stag, the cruel stag who had intended to hold her captive and do, who knows what to her. She is free, finally. She will leave this Darkent Frost behind, nothing but a mere memory. Not so fast. Her hoof catches on a rock hidden underneath the fresh layer of snow. The mare staggers, losing her balance, and, she realizes with dread, her freedom.
Words: 224
Muse: great
Mood: defiant, dread
Notes: sorry I'm making it so hard on Joker...
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Post by Halo on Oct 30, 2008 10:09:43 GMT -5
The dark king rolls his eyes as the mare tries to take flight, to flee from the lands and from him. Rearing onto his hinds, he spins around towards her and leaps into his own gallop after her for the simple joy of being able to chase. Joker knows he’ll catch her, he has no doubts, but to run after False Hope is just enjoyable. Snow and old loam beneath the white, spurts out from his heels as he slides to a stop beside his mare, turning again on his back legs but this time towards her with his frontal weapons striking out at Hope’s flank in the attempt to knock her over in her unbalanced state.
He comes down onto the ground and throws his head with a wicked chuckle of amusement. “You see? Even the land itself doesn’t want you to leave. You’re meant to stay here, dear False Hope. It’s in your name.” He stands over her with head held high on his strong neck, eyes narrowed down at her for a moment before he paws impatiently at the ground. “Besides all that, you did tell me that you wished to repay me. You wouldn’t go back on your word now, would you?” Oh he knows that this is not what she meant, but he can twist her words however he’d like; it’s his terra after all.
~Joker
(OOC: That’s fine. Joker’s pretty much used to it. *winks*)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 1, 2008 6:02:54 GMT -5
False Hope [/font] The mare falls before his kick hits her, and she silently thanks the gods, for that kick would have more or less killed her. She turns her head away from the beast before her, hating how he playswith her words. She then curses herself for being so stupid as to utter those words. Kill me then. I don't care. I'll find a way to kill myself if you don't. I wouldn't live with you even if my life was on the line, which it is.Her words are full of disgust, and she spits them out at the stag as she rises. She is slightly unsteady from her fall, but walks around in little cricles. Her hooves come back to her, and she is sure-footed once more. The mare narrows her eyes and turns away from the stag, not wanting to look at him anymore. She takes a few steps forward, looking out across the landscape.
Words: 212
Muse: great
Mood: disappointed, angry
Notes: ok. Is he going to breed her?
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Post by Halo on Nov 3, 2008 10:49:07 GMT -5
Joker smirks and sidles closer to her as she turns away, laying his muzzle on her rump and casually chewing on his property (more or less like how someone might chew on their pencil when they’re concentrating). After several moments of that and silence, he lifts his dial. “Oh, don’t be like that,” he says with mock sweetness, slowly pacing along her side so he can whisper darkly in her ear. “Try to kill yourself, whore, and you’ll wish you succeeded when I catch you,” he hisses before nipping at the aud he has spoken into.
She’ll get used to it, eventually, whether she wants to or not. This is her life and he’ll make her accept it, she has no choice anymore.
~Joker
(OOC: That’s all up to you. Your charrie. Blah…sorry…crappy post…)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 4, 2008 7:04:57 GMT -5
False Hope [/font] The mare steps back as he nips her ear, squealing with surprise. Well, maybe not surprise. The stag will do all he can to hurt her, she has a feeling. She turns and glares at him, eyes narrowed with disgust. Living with you? I'd wish I'd never been born!The mare trots out of the reach of his flint, for she know he won't like her next words.I had planned to have better things out of my life than living with you! I'd wanted to live among equines who are more than a worthless, piece of scum!What got her into it? Who knows?! Maybe it is just that she knows she will lose, but still doesn't want to go down without a fight. Perhaps she is feeling defient and figures that he can do nothing more to hurt her. Oh how wrong she is.
Words: 208
Muse: excellent
Mood: defient, scared
Notes: He can breed her. Ok with you?
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Post by Halo on Nov 4, 2008 20:46:06 GMT -5
Oh, he can feel his patience thinning despite how he had been trying desperately, or not so desperately, to shore up the emaciated wall standing between patience and complete outrage. Her words are the last blow to the barricade, wood and stone splintering and pulverizing into dust beneath the battering ram of her heated lyrics. There is nothing to keep down his temper now and raging fury writes it’s many names upon his muscled features.
His ears flatten back against his skull, teeth clenched and bared as he snorts literal smoke from his flared nostrils. A powerful piston paws the snow dusted earth with vigor as he lifts his head upon a thick and sinewy neck with his head curled down at his poll, green voids locking upon his soon-to-be victim with a glare that seems to burn with hellfire itself, the tendrils of those hungry flames flickering. His gaze has the appearance that, if he truly wished it to, it could burn a hole straight through False Hope’s heart.
“You want to see scum, little bitch? I’ll show it to you, but you aren’t going to like it! No not at all!” His chest heaves with a deep intake of breath and his next snort bursts flames towards the ground, starting a roaring fire upon what should have been unburnable earth, the dancing light running forth to encircle his prey. Leaving go of all restraint, he leaps onto his hinds and lands heavily amongst the flickering beams, each step leaving a red hot glow behind him.
Lowering his head he presses into her, head butting her in the direction he pleases, the ring of fire parting as she steps through it. The Dark Lord’s breath is gruffly panting, eyes filled with a new, crazed darkness that had not shown itself forth until now. And inside his head Predator is laughing with maniacal humor amidst the rage smoldering away inside his host’s head. ’Finally! You release me to do my will! Pretty filly has no chance.’
~Joker
(OOC: Fine by me. I’ll work my post(s) around it. >.> I had a bunch of muse for THIS post for some reason. ^_^ I’ve never played Joker so angry before. Heehee! Oh, and so you know, Predator is one of Joker’s voices. He’s the mean one. I hope this reply is okay for you.)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 7, 2008 17:21:23 GMT -5
False Hope [/font] The mare lets out a shocked gasp as the flames encircle her. She sees Joker walk around, leaving flaming trails where he has treaded. Her gasp turns into a cry as she feels him touch her, expecting to be burned right through. She is shoved toward the fire and braces herself, ready to jump. She stumbles against his wieght and loses her balance, passing right through the circle. The Morgan looks fearfully over her shoulder, only to see that the stag is angrier than ever. She shudders, not caring if he feels the motion or not. She shouldn't have said what she did. Pleading to him, begging for mercy. The thoughts flit through her mind. No. She won't. She won't stoop as low as that to beg for mercy, say she is sorry and pleading for forgiveness over something she really doesn't regret. Yes. Deep down, she knows she doesn't really regret what she has said. She loves it. Stopping in her tracks, she turns around, trying to keep from brushing Joker. Defience burns in her eyes as she strikes out at him, aiming to bite the stag on the chest. Then, fearing what he might do to her next, she flees. She forgets about her stumble and her fall. All that is in her mind is escape. Escape and a find cliff to jump off of. What--What will you do with me?
Words: 352
Muse: blowing off the roof
Mood: defient, scared, unsure
Notes: I know. Same here. I have an idea, if it's ok with you. Hope can keep trying to commit suicide, but Joker keeps finding out and stuff. It might be kind of repetitive, but.... Oh, and i was away because of internet failure. Not fun. I was dying to come on. Also, another thought. Is he going to force her here or in the caverns?
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Post by Halo on Nov 11, 2008 15:53:20 GMT -5
It isn’t hard for him to keep up with the fleeing fae, controlling her direction and herding her where he wishes her to go. His rage gives him strength, the adrenaline pumping like fire through his veins that stirs his muscles into overdrive. He butts his head against her and bites at her haunches and sides with little care this time as to whether he draws blood. She called the devil upon her and had nobody’s help but her own to do it. She had this coming and now she’s going to see why he deserves respect and obedience.
“You’ll find out plenty soon, wretch,” he says at nearly a psychotic screech as he rears as he’s legs are moving to kick and stomp in her direction, ears pinned back against his skull and nearly buried within the golden strands flailing in the constant motion of his body. His whole figure bristles seemingly as he comes up beside her to slam her bodily to the left, nipping harshly at her neck and shoulder as he goes.
~Joker
(OOC: Probably the caverns and they can go there whenever you want. And yeah, that sounds fine. Sorry I didn’t get to post sooner. Long weekend and busy opening of the week. -_-‘)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 16, 2008 13:53:46 GMT -5
FAlse Hope [/font] The mare whimpers slightly as he nips her harshly again before proceding to come to her side and threaten to slam into her. The mare quickly flees out of his rach, still heading in the way he has directed her to go. Her kissers are parted and breathes in the fresh air. Her ears are flat against her head in fright, and her mane and tail stream out behind her. She doesn't know where her hooves carry her, only that she is letting the monster stallion behind her herd her like she is a foal. And she hates it. She hate with every cell in her body. And she will keep hating it. False Hope makes a mental note to give the stag, Joker, a hard time as long as she is forced to live in the herd. Where are you taking me?
Words: 208
Muse: ok
Mood: hate
OOC: Shall they go now? It can be where he's stearing her. And g? ( forget if I asked this or not. Sorry) [/blockquote] |
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Post by Halo on Nov 17, 2008 16:58:59 GMT -5
Questions, so many useless and pointless questions since the answers don’t matter. She’ll find out soon without him wasting breath on words, breath that should be fueling his body and the fires he is creating with much needed oxygen. And so he contains the valueless articulates, the would only be wasted on a lowly slave, and inhales life into fire, snorting it at her heels and emitting only a growl between clenched teeth for an answer.
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry…my mind just…fell apart and blanked…-__-‘)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 17, 2008 17:00:39 GMT -5
OOC: Shall we end this?
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Post by Halo on Nov 17, 2008 17:22:48 GMT -5
Yep. Locking
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