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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Oct 27, 2008 20:04:58 GMT -5
E.vanescence Can you catch me before I disappear??? XXThe stars glistened in the sky like hand cut diamonds against the coal black, lifeless night. Their angelic glow reaching out, trying to make the darkness somewhat welcoming. But for Evanescence, she felt that this act of kindness, like all other acts so far in her life, was a lie. She moved silently threw the night, her black physique blended in with the cool icy darkness around her. Ah, yes... Darkness. The sad truth of the matter was.... it was always in darkness that Evanescence felt more comfortable in. Why you ask? Simple. In the darkness, she could disappear more easily. She felt more comfortable in the night. It was just easier for the vix during this time. Few equines ventured out in the dark, and fewer bothered a dark looking vix, such as she.
XXEvanescence felt lost in this world... She couldn't help it. She was just unsure of where she fit in. 'Your lying, sweetheart.' a voice popped up in her head, Shit, your back. The ebony vix thought back, inwardly rolling her eyes. She wasn't pleased that was for sure. Okay, truth. She hated this little voice with a passion. But no matter what she did, it never would leave her, not that she knew why.
XXThe voice seemed to snicker in the poor vix's mind. She shivered slightly, and let out a huge sigh, 'Ahh, love, you know the truth. You know you belong somewhere, and deep down you know you'll find it too.' Evanescence shook her head. And kept walking. She tried to keep all thoughts at bay, and tried to not let the voice back in. She sighed to her self, as she looked around. The starlight above was the only light, for no moon graced the sky with her beauty tonight. To bad, The vix thought, not meaning it. She looked around and sighed again, What on earth had brought her here? She shouldn't even be here. She didn't want to be claimed. Hell, she didn't want anything or anyone.
XX'Another lie, puppet.' The voice said, laughing cruelly in her mind. She shivered slightly, and thought back, more fear rather then anger in her inner voice. On the outside, it looked like she was merely lost in a memory. I am not lying! I meant it! She thought, desperate for the voice to be gone. The vix let out another sigh, and continued walking, feeling the grass scratch at her long black pillars. The vix was a black friesian, with no flaws, and she blended in perfectly in the dark, and had a tendency to just... disappear. it was this disappearing act that named her. But that is a long story.
XXEvanescence walked on, her steps slowing more. Her banner hung down, no playful wind to give it spirit. It swept the dirt rythmically as she walked, erasing any hoofprints the fae may have left behind. She was expertly disappearing any sign that she may have caused, making sure no one would know she was ever here. The fae hated attention almost as much as she hated other equines. She smiled with satisfaction as she walked. The voice had yet to return. Evanescence supposed the voice was done harassing her for now. For now, being the key words.
XXEvanescence sighed, and lowered her head to the ground. She delicately took a bite of the grass, ripping the green shouts from their roots, and lifted her head, chewing. She looked around again, and sighed. She swallowed, and walked towards a large tree, that stood in the semi-center of the plains. She lay down beneath it, and let herself dissolve into the shadows of the tree. She relaxed, feeling invisable in plain sight. just how she preffered it to be. It was perfect.
XXStatus: Completed
XXMuse: Okay I guess...
XXCharacter: Evanescence
XXGender: Femme
XXAllience: Dark
XXMate: none
XXWord Count: 687
XXNotes: Evanescence has muliple personality disorder, so you know what the voice is.
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Post by Halo on Oct 28, 2008 14:18:59 GMT -5
Joker is out for a stroll this night, pacing almost silently through the darkness and pleased by the shadows strengthened by the lack of the lady moon above his head. Only the pestering stars wink down at him, yet he ignores them and enjoys the dark. He had stepped out of his terra for a little while to take a short break from his duties, grace his body with a little warmth of the outside world after so long adapting to the bitterness of the highlands; not that he’s complaining, he loves his kingdom and wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
The large violet pelted stallion succumbs to a yawn, brought on by simply the night. He’s used to sleeping about this time, but who needs sleep? Freedom is much better than sleep and after a few more steps the weary sensation will be past him, the energy flowing once again through his body as its path is unlocked by a little exercise. And with that thought, he lifts his powerful limbs into a slightly swifter pace, his weight carried in an easy two beat through the meadow grasses, belly tickled by the tips of their stalks and the wind he creatures rippling through his mane and tail.
It just so happens he slows as he nears the ‘garden’, the array of fruit trees Greenway Meadow is known for, the scent of the ripening fruit bringing on a twinge of hunger so that he approaches casually. He doesn’t at first detect the mare resting beneath the tree he comes to first, lowering his head to the ground on the opposite side to nibble at a fallen, tasty red orb, tail flicking his sides leisurely. He’s just not looking for anyone, that’s all.
~Joker
(OOC: Hope I didn’t keep you waiting. Sorry for the crappy post, it’s so choppy. >.> My muse is staggering along today.)
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Oct 28, 2008 20:09:04 GMT -5
..-*Evanescence heard the sounds of a stallion approaching, and her eyes narrowed. She held still, barely breathing, as the violet stag walked closer, then lowered his head, to taste something on the ground. She lay her head on her limbs, and closed her eyes. he hadn't seen her. Or else he didn't care. She let her mind wander, not giving the stallion any attention. She just hoped he wouldn't realize she was here. Her eyelids fell over her chocolate eyes, and her black pelt faded into the blackness of the shadows and night. She was virtually invisible. Just how she liked it too. She shook her head slight, getting some of her fore tresses out of her eyes. She relay her head on the grass, her light breath washing over the long green blades.
..-*But in the back of her mind, she wondered why he hadn't noticed her. Maybe it was merely her luck finally working out... Who knew... She closed her lids over her dark brown orbs, letting the familar relief at not being seen revolve around her. It was indeed a comfort to know that she didn't have to worry about being annoyed by another equine. The freedom to just... just be. Really. It was a comfort. A comfort that Evanescence loved. She breathed out slowly, barely making a sound, as her black bodice blended in with the shadows. She silently hoped that this stallion wouldn't soon notice her and bother her. She didn't want, nor did she ever think she would want, to be bothered by the likes of him. |
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Post by Halo on Nov 3, 2008 9:59:44 GMT -5
Though normally he might not detect such a quiet sounding, the hushed tones of the night provide great traffic ways for sound to travel on and it fills his ears with a faint but traceable echo that has them twitching, eager for more. He lifts his head partially, still chewing on a bite of apple while he allows his senses to roam inconspicuously in the direction of the audio’s creator. Silently he draws in steadily deeper breaths, drawing a scent into his nares that he hadn’t been aware of until now, eyes peering intently through the darkness for a trace of a shape. She’s there somewhere. He’s just not sure if that is her that he sees or his imagination forming a shadowed outline so he might be chasing ghosts through the dark.
“Are you there, fae?” he speaks with deep resonance but holding down anything that might threaten her into bolting. His steps are slow and cautious, conscious of the fact that she seems to have an advantage over him. But he makes it around the tree nonetheless, reaching out and bolding searching for her with his nose. As his muzzle taps against her warm side it seems to signal his eyes to focus and he can pleasantly conclude that he can see her now, sort of.
~Joker
(OOC: BLAH.)
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 3, 2008 22:34:42 GMT -5
..-*Evanesce had fallen into a state of peace, thinking she was free from the stallion, that he wouldn't know she was there. THen suddenly he straightened, and seemed to look around. The vix pressed herself against the tree, letting herself blend in with the darkness. Trying to not let herself be seen. All she had to do was be careful. Be careful and silent, and he would just leave... They always did. Then the stallion spoke. "Are you there, fae?" He asked. Fae? She hadn't ever been called that. Wench, yes. B.itch, yes again. But fae? Never before something so innocent. She held still hopping he would leave her. She was silent, as he slowly made his way around the tree, then to her surpise. He boldly searched for her, with his nose. She tried to keep out of his way, but suddenly she felt his muzzle upon her side. She shot up, and had cleared the tree in a second, and stood... was it... 6 feet from the stag now. No... probably more like 7. She had moved fast, that was for sure.
..-*Her black orbs were narrowed, and she spoke cooly, "Don't ever do that again..." He had startled her, it was true. And she never liked to be touched. There was a reason the beautiful raven friesian vixen was a loner. And this stallion, like all the ones before him... perhaps with the exception of Khepri, will learn that you never got close to her. But even as she though these things, visions of Khepri came to her being. Oh how she missed him. The first to truly understand, and show her compassion. But that was in a different land. She was stuck here. And she wasn't happy. And she defiantly didn't want to be claimed. Not ever... She already had a stallion... even if he was... miles and miles and miles and miles away.
..-*She returned her attention back to the stallion before you, "And you are?" She asked acidly. [/size] |
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Post by Halo on Nov 4, 2008 20:25:13 GMT -5
The stag’s face is broken into genuine surprise, not having expected her to have reacted in such a startled manner as something as simple as a light touch. Some mares are just touchy, he guesses, and inwardly chuckles. At least he knows what makes her tick and maybe he can avoid it in the hopes of persuading her back to his terra. Oh, he hadn’t meant to come searching for a herd mate, but that doesn’t mean unexpected, and not quite so undesirable, surprises don’t happen. But he needs to deal this loaded deck with a cool and collected game face if he wants to get his way. Sure, he could force her to go with him, to place her under servitude in his lands beneath his lash, but he’s sick of slaves, for the moment. A willing contestant seems much more pleasing to him this night. So he shakes away ‘Predator’s’ eagerness for a fight and ignores ‘Sin’s’ desires and chooses to listen to Prank, who is happily going along with his host’s scheme. ’Any mare can be persuaded, Joker. All you need is the right angle, use the right words as you sweet talk her right into a trap! SNAP!’ Joker shakes his head and tries to avoid making a sour face as he thinks an answer back at Prank. ’No trap, Prank. I’m sick of having to boss a slave around. It demands a lot more energy than taking home a willing lover.’ Inside he smirks devilishly as the voice pouts, ’Well, that’s no fun.’“I’m the Lord of the dark terra in the highlands of the North, Darkened Frost. But you may call me, Joker…Miss?” He smiles and closes the gap between them, putting a leash upon himself so that he stops several feet short and instead of reaching for her he arches his neck in a proud arch. She won’t be so agreeable if she feels threatened. Still, part of him is itching to reveal true colors, but he didn’t get his name by being up front all the time and talking straight. ~Joker (OOC:  Uhhhh...yeah. Joker has a few voices of his own. Predator, Sin, and Prank. So you aren’t confused. >.>) |
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 16, 2008 12:33:34 GMT -5
..-*Evanescence watched the stallion, as his face seemed to split open into surprise. She watched him cautiosily, and unsurely. She didn’t know what to expect of him, or he of her. Or so she hoped. She was silent. Her eyes on the stallion. Then he shook his head, and Evanescence narrowed her eyes in confusion, tilting her head to the side, like a dog who didn’t understand what was going on. ”Well dearie… Seems like he is fighting his inner self as well…’ her voice spoke in a delighted purr. Evanescence resisted the urge to roll her eyes, He probably doesn’t have a d.amned voice in his head though. She said coolly.
..-*He then turned her, speaking, ”I’m the Lord of the dark terra in the highlands of the North, Darkened Forest. But you may call me, Joker… Miss?” He smiled, and closed off some of her much needed space. She didn’t like how he so humbly offered to be the one to close some of the gap. He stood proud, causing the vixen to narrow her eyes. Annoying proud stags. They were everywhere. And why does every place have to have the darks in the north? She liked the warmth of the south.
..-*She bowed her tiara to the stallion, ”I’m dubbed Evanescence by my parents. It is a pleasure to meet you, Joker.” Her words soft and polite. She watched him cautiousily, and didn’t let him get close to her either. She had let Khepri do that, and look how it ended. It wasn’t… It didn’t do her any good to remember.
..-*She waited for the stallion to say something more. [/color][/blockquote] (Ooc: Sorry it sucks, all my muse for evanescence has been drawn into a thread on another site… so… ya… sorry… |
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Post by Halo on Nov 17, 2008 10:43:47 GMT -5
“Oh, the pleasure is mine, Evanessence,” he speaks, nearly a soft and contented cooing purr in his voice, speaking with a delicate tone as if worried words might break her. Not that he really cares. She’d have to be tougher than that to make it through this world. And yet he has to constantly remind himself that if he shows his true colors now then she will not be enticed back to Darkened Frost. And he’s in no mood for a struggle tonight. Tonight is a lazy night, one he had planned on using for a little relaxation. And he won’t let himself, or Prank, ruin it with...ill manners. He tries very hard not to pace or stamp his feet as the nervous energy roils inside him, pumping fire through his veins with every wrenching pulse of his heart. He had left kindness to rot and now working the forgotten muscle brings him pain that he tries to hide from the reflection of his voids. “So are you truly a polite lady or are you just playing with me?” ’You’re horrible at this Joker. It’s embarrassing.’ The bubbly laugh cuts through the lord’s brain and he closes his eyes, the one twitching with irritation as the voice babbles on with unflattering humor. The violet steed’s lip curls in disgust and he mutters darkly. “Shut up, you prattling fool.” It only rewards him with another jibe and the equine snorts with agitation. ~Joker (OOC: It’s okay.  I’ve been away sick anyway. So no bother. ^_^) |
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 29, 2008 22:08:05 GMT -5
OOC: Reply coming soon// been having problems with rping site: to many... so ya...
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 30, 2008 2:45:32 GMT -5
[E]vanescence watched as Joker spoke in a slight purr, delicate tones weaving there way around the wind, ’Oh, the pleasure is mine, Evanescence.’ She studied him, her eyes wary, but other then that her mask was settled firmly in place, and she was careful not to give anything away. She stood tall, her neck arched proudly and defiantly. She had been babied by Khepri, practically worshipped by him… But then… She forced herself to stop thinking about. As much as she need Khepri, his time had come, it was enivetable, and now she had to start all over. She looked at the stag before so smug he seemed. She watched his orbs, trying to figure out what he was thinking, Stupid smug beast. The vixen though annoyed, but let none of this annoyance leak onto her façade. ’Puppet, must I be the one to remind you, that you thought Khepri was a smug unruly beast when you first met him? And I do believe when he managed to p.iss you off, you had said some other colorful words to him, describing him.’
[E]vanescence whinced inwardly. She was always quick to judge, and she let her anger often get the best of her, but atleast she and Khepri had tried to work past that. Then Joker spoke, bringing Evanesce back in to the present, ’So are you truly a polite lady, or are you just playing with me?’ Was she playing him? She sighed, and turned the full force of her icy glare upon the stag, oh how unprotectable she was… was that not how Khepri once described her? ”My Good sir That word always came out as a taunt, no matter whom she was speaking too. ”I don’t really know the meaning of polite, nor do I have any reasons for games. Why would I play a stallion? What could I possibly gain from doing that? Other then to gain a few more scars upon my pelt.” With that nonchalant mention of scars, Evanescence looked over her black pelt, the pelt that if you looked closely, held many small almost invisible scars upon it. Stupid former Master.
f I truly was just acting, I wouldn’t have bothered any to even talk to you. I would have just continued on with my way. I have no need to play with… equines. I’m merely a lone mare, who knows how to weasel her way into a herd, even if it is a lowly position in such. After all, how long can one survive alone in this world with out going mad?” To bad she already was. The voice that haunted her was evidence of that. ’My presence does not make you mad!’ The voice immediantly retorted. Evanescence ignored it.
[H]ow can something in her mind have so much wisdom, yet it felt like she had none? The question was just as much a mystery as this stallion before her was. [/color] (((This is amusing… Two equines, both arguing with voices in their heads.))) |
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Post by Halo on Nov 30, 2008 15:37:10 GMT -5
Had he been listening to her? He would have liked to think so but Prank had been rattling on and on in the most distracting manner that it had been hard to keep tabs on her words. Most likely she would consider him rude if she were to know how easily sidetracked he had been during their conversation, but at the moment it does not appear to have come to her attention as she puts a question to him. There is something like a tease, or a joke, in her tone as she speaks it and he blinks, momentary puzzled by the simple variation of her voice before he can mentally shake it off.
"It might be described as that, I suppose," he answers in a monotone, shrugging his violet hued shoulders nonchalantly. Does she need to know of the trio bombarding him with their very much unwanted advice, threats, and jeering? Is it any of her business? Joker doesn't think so and so doesn't bless her with an additional explanation. If she is smart enough she can figure it out on her own and address it herself. Until then...
Joker tries to redirect the thoughts bouncing back and forth between Evanessence and him, to steer away from the knowledge of her less-than-sane condition inside his mind. "If it is a herd that you seek I am sure you would not find it difficult to find acceptance into one, my dear. I'm not sure if I know a stallion who would turn away any fae." It's a simple observation, a tricky play of words maybe. Or is it just conversation?
~Joker
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 30, 2008 17:08:00 GMT -5
[T]he conversation going on was so unlike any she had ever had before. Neither one of them seemed to be very good at making the right conversations, not that she would complain. It was actually kind of amusing. But then again, the stupid voice in her mind always had to come up and contradict one thing or another... And it seemed to agree with Joker a lot too. Was the voice only here to destroy her??? She wasn't sure. Nor did she really want to know. She was often drifting out of her and Jokers conversation to listen to her voice, and she wondered if he was doing the same with himself? Did he have a voice in him that contradicted every word he said, every move he made, 'Take a closer look, talk to him, maybe you'll find out he does.' before she could stop herself, she answered out loud, Joker drawn away from her memory for the moment, "No one asked for your oponion stupid voice.' [/i][/color] Her words were tart, and spoken in a low hiss that could be mistaken for a snake. he blushed slightly and turned her attention back to Joker, "Sorry..." She apologized for her outraged outburst. "Judging by the way you talked to yourself, would I be wrong to assume you have voices of your own?" Such a light, almost nonchalant mention of her multiple personality disorder. It was amusing to her... And made her giggle slightly. [J]okers words about how she could probably get a home anywhere made her roll her brown spheres, "What, Joker, is the fun in just getting a home. It is more amusing to watch stallions try to persuade one to join their harems. rather then just accepting the first offer that comes along. Plus the longer you get someone talking, the more entertaining the talk is, and the more knowledge you gain about another equine. I won't settle for a poor herd, when I better one could be waiting for me at the next river bend." She said, almost calmly. It made perfect since to her. [W]ith a puff of air, she turned back to the sky, her eyes trailing over the light lines that made up the clouds. She turned back to Joker, laughing slightly, "You know, they say like a cloud, everything has a silver lining. Why do they come up with such petty sayings, when it is so obvious that they lie?" The question was more directed to her past, then to Joker as a question. and it was merily a statement, she didn't expect, nor did she desire a response back.[/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Halo on Nov 30, 2008 17:55:40 GMT -5
Joker is a little taken aback by Evanessence's observation into his words bantered to himself, though he had mentioned to himself about how he might be able to expect it. Still, he was surprised, though the look on his face betrays nothing of it. Nobody is deserving enough of his most private thoughts, even the things torturing him he will never reveal and no comfort does he think he can find in discussing such torments. Besides, who in the world would be able to understand him..except maybe this fae, whom appears to be dwelling painfully on the same level of sanity (or insanity) as he.
"Three, to be exact," he says in nearly a mutter as he takes a moment to ponder them. Predator, Sin, and Prank: all of them aggitating and hardly ever taken to agreeing with him. They are ropes tied upon his body and yanking him in three other directions besides the one he pushes for, hinderances and weights to hold him back from the successes he has in mind. "Pests," he adds, eyes drifted to the side as if speaking to someone else entirely. But there is no one else with them here.
"No, not just any herd will due for someone such as yourself. I can see that easily in you. Your much better than any common herd." He smirks and takes a moment to eye her up studiously She would make a great addition to his herd, which has grown marvelously in the past few months. But he won't have her, no, does not want to have her, as any old concubine or slave. How might he persuade her to return with him to his crystal terra without looking like a fool. 'If you'd have listened to me in the first place she might have already been in your clutches by now.'
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Nov 30, 2008 18:20:38 GMT -5
[T]hree voice's haunted him! And she thought she was suffering under the force of one single voice. D.amn thing, always trying to prove she was right, and that Evanesce didn't know anything. She shook her head, her black tendrils of mane were flung out slightly, "Three! By Goddess. And I thought One was bad." She muttered, earning an outraged remark from her own voice. She smirked slightly, "I must admit, I feel terribly sorry for you. Imagine! Three Voices constantly bombarding you with there ideas, their comments, their ANNOYING suggestions." Okay, so must of her words were... directed towards the voice that haunted her mind. She smirked at his simple word of pests, "I would have used a more colorful word when it comes to the one I deal with." She said cooly, her voice low, as she muttered it more towards herself.
[E]vanescence smiled slightly as Joker comminted on her words about her idea of herds. She laughed at his smirk, and her words slipped threw the air, "Of course not any herd!" She teased, as if that was the worst idea in the world. She tossed her mane, arching her neck in an elabrate show of class, "No normal stallion could ever handle a vix such as I." She managed to say before she stared to laugh. Again, with her elabrate mood swings. She laughed, shaking her head, "I apologize, I've just never herd someone say such thing. Must tell me I am a foolish fool, who needs to learn to settle with what ever she is given. I wonder... was that why I got kicked out of my family's herd, instead of taking over? Or?" She gave a nonchalant shrug with her shoulders, not really caring.
[K]indness wasn't something she believed in anymore, er, well not very well anymore. She smiled at Joker, shaking her friesian head, her black foretresses fell over her brown eyes. Her delicate feathering shook slightly on a light wind that wavered threw the area. She leaned into feeling the fimiliar comfort she often derived from wind. She turned back to Joker, and said "So, Joker. We keep talking about me... In a sort of out about way. How about some more information on yourself," She asked, her eyes shone with a bright curiousity, as she waited for his reply. |
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Post by Halo on Nov 30, 2008 18:36:44 GMT -5
An overlord...oh, Joker doesn't think he's quite that bad of a guy. Perhaps strict with a love for power and obedience, but doesn't any king deserve such things? And he doesn't believe he has dealt too harshly with the members of his herd thusfar, except those two: Zanatha and Lost Hope, lost causes, more like it, and rebellious wretches with a lesson in humbleness coming to them. He did get a brat from the deal, and one more on the way, so why is he complaining? Because they give him a headache, that's why! His eye twitches, but he shakes the irritating thoughts from his mind for the present, back to a more soothing topic. That is, Evanessence.
"About myself?" What is it that there is to tell? What is it that he can tell without turning her off and inspiring her away from him instead of back to his terra? He snorts quietly, thoughtfully, shaking his head to try to rid his eye of the strand of his forelock that had gotten into his eye. "I am the ruler of the dark terra in the Highlands of Darkened Frost. I've been on my own since I was about two years old and have taught myself about the world. My greatest pride is my herd and I intend it to be a great kingdom." His tails swishes behind him. "What more is there about me that you wish to know?" He bows his head just slightly, inviting her to ask whatever questions that should please her.
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Uhhhh...yeah. Joker has a few voices of his own. Predator, Sin, and Prank. So you aren’t confused. >.>)
I’ve been away sick anyway. So no bother. ^_^)