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Post by Halo on Nov 28, 2008 8:49:22 GMT -5
Joker trots back into his terra, aware of the mare’s steps behind him constantly as his senses keep track of her with keen vigilance. Not only is she his, and strictly so, but now may be carrying his child, whether she had been willing or not. Either way, it is fine and the situation handled, even if it had been a tiring one and he is too prideful to show if he is weary. He brings Last Hope back into Darkened Frost through the crystalline forests, eyes roaming about and being sure everything he passes is in place.
Finally he spins around and regards his slave with a cool smile. He circles her once, running his maw from one end of her to the other and back again. “So, my lovely, we are home.” He smirks, the expression reaching his eyes in a devilish twinkle as his tail swishes and slaps his fateful lover lightly in the side.
~Joker
(OOC: Blah, can't think this morning.) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 28, 2008 12:30:55 GMT -5
Home? This may be home to a mangy beast such as yourself, but it will never be my home. Her words are laced with contempt as she glares at the stag. She freezes as he touches her side, but retaliates with a nip. Her ears are pulled back and her teeth bared in a defiant and angry way, yet once done with the attack, she steps back to the defense. In truth, she is afraid of what the stallion might do her her. She has a vauge feeling, however, that he wouldn't dare do anything too destructive to her as long as she is carrying his blood. Her face screws up in disgust as she remembers. The seed is growing inside of her at this moment. Her tail swishes around her dirty hind legs. The foal will carry his blood. She hates to think of what might become of the foal with a father like him. She swallows and looks back at the stallion, face set.
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Post by Halo on Nov 29, 2008 12:27:56 GMT -5
Joker easily avoids the nip, simply smirking at the expression of angry defiance she gives him and pleased when he watches her aggression melt away. There is fear there in her eyes, behind the weakened mask of rage that she has pulled loosely over it. She can't hide it from him. He can see it, smell it, feel it. And he certainly is not fearful of this wench, making it a point to show it when he follows her step back and presses his shoulder against her side. "That is what you think, witch. Just be a good girl, that's all I ask," he whispers dangerously close to her ear. "And then you won't have anything to fear." He chuckles.
~Joker |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 29, 2008 12:48:12 GMT -5
That is what you think, witch. Just be a good girl, that's all I ask. And then you won't have anything to fear. She backs away from him as he draws closer and mutters in her ear. She snaps at him again, with more force, attempting to show that she isn't afraid of him. She fails. Her tail swishes and the morgan looks around her. The land doesn't look very familiar, and she remembers that she still has to learn where everything is. She can ask Joker, but he wouldn't tell her. She rolls her eyes at him, face straight. I'm sure you're going to be asking more than just me being a good girl, beast. Pause.[/coor] And everyone and everything should fear you and your stentch and ugliness.
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Post by Halo on Nov 29, 2008 20:47:29 GMT -5
"Such speech is not becoming of you," he mutters with a grunt and a toss of his head, not bothering to invade her space again; not that he fears to but he just doesn't feel like it. Perhaps she will calm with time, grow more accustomed to her new situation and less rebellious as the realization of what sort of hopelessness she has gotten herself into. And then, maybe, once she sees that there is nothing she can do to escape she will accept her fate and her inhabitance here...with him. She doesn't have to like it, but the insults and constant battling grows tiresome.
His maw parts to utter forth something new, but his attention is distracted by a sound in the distance, pulling his visage in its direction with ears pricked forward and eyes roaming amongst the white, frozen bodies of the trees. His nostrils flare as he draws in the smells around him, searching for a scent and picking up the faint beginning of one. Equine, a trace of something familiar, a sort of deciphering smell that belongs to the members of the herd. And when the sounds of footsteps reach his alert ears they are small and energetic, a foal's. Cursed Pirate.
The cream pelted colt bounds forward from amongst the scenery, expressing a giggle as his hooves slip and slide on ice laying hidden beneath the snow. But he's getting the hang of these gangly limbs and it doesn't deter him from pressing on towards the familiar scent of his sire. Despite the lightness of his soul, and his youthful endeavors, he has found a growth-spurt of courage. His hinds slip forward and his eyes widen in surprise as he slides down a slope and nearly straight between Hope's fores, unable to stop himself.
He flops on his side, looking up at the strange mare with curious eyes and a tilted head as his ears flicking nervously. "Hi," he whispers before flailing in the attempt to find his footing as he scrambles to hide beneath the violet brute who appears to be simply tolerating the child's antics. "Dad, who's she?" He peeks around his father's shoulder and smiles sweetly at Hope before looking up expectantly and then back towards the stranger with nares twitching to investigate her from this distance.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate
(OOC: Hope you don't mind me bringing in Cursed Pirate. I REALLY wanted to play him somewhere and I figured it might add something to the thread. He's one of Joker's foals. His mother is a slave mare named Zanatha. He's cream colored with white stocking on his hind legs, a white star and strip on his face, and dark purple spots on his rump. He's also got blue eyes tinged green and shiny gold mane and tail. ^_^ He's sweet and looks up to Joker, though he is really completely oblivious as to his sire's nature. As for Joker, he tolerates him because he's his blood and tries not to like him.) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 30, 2008 8:00:09 GMT -5
She snorts and snaps at Joker. Do you not teach your blood some manners? You tend you as the equine what is their name, instead of asking a friend. She mimiks the foal before hissing at him: It doesn't matter! I might ask you what your name is, brute! Of course, she wouldn't normally act like this, but she is angry at Joker, and furthermore, his colt. She glares at the colt and turns away. Colt, why don't you go run away to your mommy. She must be missing you by now. You shouldn't be sticking your huge nose into little holes that you can't back out of.
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Post by Halo on Nov 30, 2008 15:18:17 GMT -5
The small one literally withers, his posture drooping and his nogging lowering towards the ground, following his eyes the find a humble spot beneath his tiny fore flints. Why do adults always have to be so mean? What did he do this time to deserve her cruel words, besides being interested in knowing her? That must be a horrible thing. Stupid adults. But maybe there is just something wrong with him in general. He isn't unaware of the tolerance of his father or the glares and discriminating glances sent towards his mother and himself. Why are they so different that they have to be treated in such a strange manner. Now, if he were amongst Lights, which he learned of from his mother, he doubts he would be treated like this. Still, adults are always so selfish, so wrapped up in the wars between themselves to notice the insignificant one.
Cursed Pirate sniffles quietly and mutters an apology, looking up towards his sire for some consolation of any sort. His blue green eyes, wet with unshed tears, meet the blank emerald stare of Joker's orbs. For a moment the colt thinks he might see a smile behind that void of a gaze, but it disappears and the large brute turns away after that to regard the mare with the rude disposition. But Pirate doesn't follow suit but hides his face against his father's fore, despite the irritated twitch of the beast's leg.
Joker's expression is smug and humored as he addresses Lost Hope, a dark chuckle in his tone. "Well, aren't we showing our true colors now? For one who has assured me she doesn't belong, she is sure fitting in nicely into my society of darkness." He steps forward, abandoning the youth where he stands, ignoring the soft whimper from the little maw. He circles Hope at a comfortable distance, a pleased grin upon his facade. "Zanatha might not be pleased of the way you've treated her spawn. I would think you might want to get along with her and her colt, since you'll be sharing their rank."
~Joker/Cursed Pirate |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Dec 9, 2008 18:17:52 GMT -5
Excuse me, brute. But I'll not be sharing a rank with anyone. I plan to leave tomorrow whether you like it or not. Try to stop and I'll kill myself. The foal with me. The poor little thing doesn't deserve to live with a father like you. For instance, once she is old enough, you'll probably force her to have a foal like you did me! Her words are meant to be harsh and she glances down at the colt, cowering from behind the beast's legs. She feels pity for it and remorse for the way she snapped at him. She has half the heart to apologize, but she will not do that in front of Joker. She glares at the King, eyes narrowed and ears flat against her head before looking down at the colt, her expression softening. This has nothing to do with you, colt. Some day you will find out what your pathetic father has done and understand the hatred I feel towards him. If you grow up to be like him, then you will be treated as I am treating him. But for now, you have done nothing harmful and you and I will be neutral. I would tell you what your beast of a father has done, but I feel that that is not my place to do it. She pauses, glaring back at the king. Just don't believe anything that leaves his dirty maw.
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Post by Halo on Dec 10, 2008 17:36:24 GMT -5
The look on Pirate's face would tell Lost Hope that he really doesn't understand what she is talking about. He's too young to realize the ways of this life and the cruel undertakings of his father. It doesn't concern him, really; he's only a child, afterall. And with no say in the matter, why know? He shakes his head to relieve a tickle in his ear, the points flopping as he does before. He lifts a pillar to take a step forward, but places it back with a sigh. No use in trying to make up for anything when he doesn't know if it's possible.
Joker just laughs at the mare and her words as he starts off in the direction of the creek where he will find a drink of water. "Get comfortable, wench. You'll be here for a long time." He pauses and turns to look over his shoulder at his brat, snorting quietly. "Pirate, where is your mother?" He grumbles as the little one shrugs his shoulders and gives him a wide-eyed expression. Leave it to a babe to lose its source of life. Or maybe the other way around? No, Zanatha wouldn't abandon her foal. "Stay with Hope, then, until you find her." No wolf or mountain lion will have his son for a meal.
Cursed Pirate gulps and looks over at Lost Hope. In his mind he can see this not going so well. He didn't want to say anything, but he hasn't seen his mama for a several days now. So how long will this vixen put up with him? He must be more of a nobody than he thought if everybody seems hell bent on avoiding him. He sighs and lowers his head as he looks between Hope, his father's receding figure, and any old direction. "Bah...no fun, no fun. Everybody leaves." Without further adieu, he sits down on his rump, drawing lines in the snow in front of him with a hoof.
~Joker/Cursed Pirate |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Dec 10, 2008 17:52:40 GMT -5
False Hope scowls at the stag's retreating figure. She rolls her eyes and turns her attention to the little one, who she finds sitting and playing in the snow. She takes a hesitant step forward and glances in the direction where Joker was last seen walking. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier. I was just angry with your father. Joker. Her words are choppy and hesitant, for she is uncomfortable, yet she speaks them from her heart. Her tail swishes as she looks down at the colt, unsure of what to do. She is a Light at heart and wants to be kind to him, but she feels awkward. Well, Pirate, that's your name, right? Um, do you want to do anything?
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Post by Halo on Dec 11, 2008 13:35:50 GMT -5
The little one lifts his eyes to watch Lost Hope as she approach, albeit tentatively which he overlooks without really ever noticing, though he remains a little hesitant himself and wary. Afterall, she had been angry with him and there might be a chance that the emotion lingers. However, when she speaks, his fears ease somewhat and he allows a small smile to curl up the corners of his maw. "Cursed Pirate," he corrects before quickly adding, "but Pirate's fine." And with that he gets up and shakes, small clumps of snow flying from his pelt.
He wags his tail like a puppy as she asks about doing something, only to look back at the snow lingering in his brush. He scowls at it and flicks it more furiously until it is cleaned of unwanted crystals before looking back up at Hope. Pirate's energy is renewed and with a giggle he bounces on his hooves and trots around the mare with a shriek of delight. "Do something, do something! Yes!" He stops at her side and tilts his head backwards to look up at her expectantly, affectionately leaning his neck against her fore.
~Cursed Pirate |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Dec 11, 2008 18:45:18 GMT -5
She smiles down at him as he leans against her. She licks to top of his head, still hesitant, wondering whether she should be doing this or not. She shrugs mentally, and asks herself what can happen. I am False Hope, but you can call me Hope. So Pirate, what would you like to do? I don't have any ideas myself.
{Muse failing. Sorry it's short}
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Post by Halo on Dec 11, 2008 19:13:52 GMT -5
The little one revels in the affection, growing more and more comfortable with the new mare (who he sees as practically a member of the family now, since, afterall, that's what a herd basically is). He rolls his eyes upward as he thinks on it loudly with many 'hmmmm's and 'ummmm's. The moment of stillness is short-lived and he jumps in place, small harks straight up on his skull. "I can show you around our home! Yep! I'll show you the stream and where mother showed me I could eat! Have you seen the crystals yet?" And, as if it is decided, he marks with high steps out in front of Hope, simply figuring that she would follow after him with no extra encouragement.
~Cursed Pirate
(OOC: S'ok.) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Dec 12, 2008 15:58:30 GMT -5
The mare follows her new friend without a hesitation. The crystals that Pirate is talking about sound nice and pretty. Just what she needs, in this dark and godforsaken land. She trots to catch up with the little one and falls in step with him. She decides while they are traveling that it wouldn't hurt to start a conversation. So she does so. Hey Pirate. Have you ever wanted to live with the Lights instead of here? I mean, it's okay if you don't, I was just wondering. She lowers her voice to a whisper. Because I do. Joker wouldn't let me though. He'd kill me first, I think.
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Post by Halo on Dec 26, 2008 21:06:25 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry it has taken me so long to reply. @_@ I forgot about this thread.)
BIC:
Pirate turns his head, adding a slight tilt to it, in order to look up at his companion, who he is very glad is not angry with him anymore.Other lights? He’s not really sure what that means. He didn’t know there was any set difference in horses. Isn’t every the same? Everyone has feelings that can be hurt, everyone has a heart that beats and lives and breathes and bleeds the same way everyone else does. Is this another one of those setups that strange adults have put into place? He smiles tentatively, a little nervous with how his answer will expose his ignorance on the topic; he is young and doesn’t know much about the outside world.
“I’m not...sure I understand...” He frowns then. A lot of other equines seem to hate his father. He knows he’s rough around the edges, has experienced it first hoof, actually, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to love him. As an adoring son he wants to see the good in him, and finds it at every possible moment. And he only wishes that his sire would prove to everyone how good he really is. “I’m...sorry if that...upsets you.”
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