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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Dec 13, 2008 12:43:37 GMT -5
Grand Summit[/font]
Hey hey man,
What's your problem?
I see your trying
Hurt me bad,
Don't know what your up against
Maybe you should reconsider
Come up with another plan
Cause you know I'm not that kind of girl...
Grand Summit finally had the hankering to go to the Greenway Meadows. She was tired of being alone, tired of being solitude. It was time to actually settle down, find a herd, and live life slow. She walked into the meadows, cautiously at first, but more confident as she entered the center of the meadow.
She starting eating, her eyes looking up every once in a while. Ger hooves felt like stones, she was tired. But she refused to fall asleep, just in case something happened. Suddenly, she heard a nicker and galloping hooves.
She froze.
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Post by Halo on Jan 12, 2009 12:33:11 GMT -5
The violet stag trots in upon the scene, intent on bringing a mare back to his kingdom today; any mare would do since he is only interesting on adding one more to the growing number in his herd. He has no interest in any special vix; this is one Dark Lord that has had his fill of sirens and feels himself completely immune to those tempting songs. He snorts, amused by the attempts of the witch’s to bring him under their spell. He’s learned his lesson and they’ll learn their’s too if they think they can make a fool out of him.
Joker halts, completely frozen and lifting his muzzle towards the wind, testing it. “What’s this?” he says with a wicked grin. Yes, there is a mare nearby. Of what alliance is no matter, nor does her temperment or desires of any importance to him. She will be his, whether she likes it or not, and will make her home in Darkened Frost. So he bounds into a gallop, tossing his head and giving a shrieking whinny, fair warning to the fae that he is here.
He only half slows as he nears the fae, controlling his motions into an easy lope as he comes near to her. He turns a sharp circle around her, grazing his enamels across her hindquarters and prancing to a step alongside her with his nose buried in her mane. “Hm...you smell good, pretty one.” Is that a compliment or a taunt? It’s hard to tell by the tone of his voice, though the covers of his eyes slide down over those green orbs, hiding the viewable intentions successfully.
~Joker
(OOC: I was in Joker-mode, and am already in a claiming thread with Jynxed Halo and didn’t want to overuse the muse for him. So I hope you don’t mind Joker coming in. >.> I wasn’t sure what alliance your mare was, either.) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 15, 2009 16:44:04 GMT -5
((OOC: No problem xD))
BIC:
Hm, she thought. Peculiar of a random stag- obviously a high-ranker- to come to me. A traveler.. "Yes, I'm as lovely as I smell," She replied, flicking her head and tossing her head, just slightly. Don't mess with me, hun. Her eyes said. She hoped he was a good reader. How odd colored he was, too, like purpley or something. She looked at her chestnut-honey color self-consiously, wondering if she did actually look nice. He reeked of Dark. He was the king, of course. She, herself,m was neutral, and she knew what he wanted- to either force-breed her or to take her away to his kingdom. Neither are happening, she thought, although maybe the taking her home one would happen- she felt Dark a lot, almost half the time, rarely in a Light mood. It could work, but he probably had a femme by his side.
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Post by Halo on Jan 16, 2009 20:13:17 GMT -5
Oh, he can read her just fine, but that doesn’t mean he has to acknowledge what her eyes are saying. Nobody refuses him and he always gets what he wants eventually; this mare will be no different, she is already his whether she knows it or not. He smirks and moves around her in a tight circle, making sure to press against her in a possessive fashion, running his enamels along her spine. “Oh? Well, maybe you’d like to show me how lovely you really are.” His maw twists into a wicked smirk as he nudges her, subtly moving her in the northerly direction.
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it’s not great. I tried to think of something better... ) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 18, 2009 18:05:14 GMT -5
Summit snorted, and in a low voice, a warning tone, said:Watch it.She was not one to be pushed around by any stag, especially one as cocky and ignorant as he. Of course, he wasn't bad looking, but Summit definitely wasn't one to be called 'easy' or 'whoreish'. Oh, no, Summit was actually quite the opposite, hard to get and stubborn. What made a difference with him? He was king, so what. Do you get your kicks with forcebreeding?She challenged, ready to throw him off if she must. If he tried again, she could kick. If he was stubborn and tried another time, she just as well may give in-he could be violent; he was dark. She threw her head up in a confident manner, showing no fear despite the crying ache inside her mind and heart, wanting to show that she shouldn't be reckoned with though it was plaintively seen that she was somehow weak in general defenses.
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Post by Halo on Jan 18, 2009 18:26:28 GMT -5
Once again Joker is not at all intimidated by her words or her body language, completely sure of himself and thinking only of how he is going to get what he wants. And the goal is to get the wench back to his land where he’ll cage her, put her on a shelf, and add her to the rest of them. Besides, he can see beyond this mask of toughness that she is trying to convince him of, see the weaknesses lying in wait to jump out and give her over to him after he has pushed her just enough. He grins at her words and nips her non-too-gently on the muscle of her shoulder. “We don’t want to talk about kicks, do we hun?”
At the question, filled with dark humor, he lifts onto his hinds and strikes out at her with his fronts, narrowly, purposefully missing her flank by just ‘that much’. But when he comes down he makes sure to be close enough to shove against her with his chest, finding a strange delight in being able to push her to the side as he pleases. “Let’s just cut to the point, shall we, before someone gets hurt. You’re coming with me, and there’s nothing you’re going to do to convince me otherwise. Come quietly and I’ll be sure to be easy on you.”
~Joker
(OOC: Not my best post. >.>  I don’t know if you remember or not, but don’t forget our thread in Entrapment Hollow (with my Tambika and your Youssarian.) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 18, 2009 19:28:08 GMT -5
Summit did not enjoy her buttons being pushed, not at all. And if I protest with coming? What will you do? Her voice quivered just a bit, not much to make him find her easier but just enough to give him ideas. She deliberately turned around to face him head on, so he didn't have any options in the back. She was lucky if hooves missed- it would've been a very harsh and painful blow to an important part of her body. She reared up slightly, fear suddenly running free through her mental course. She had to get away, but her body was placid and still, strong and sturdy with no weak muscles and no nimble limbs to get her away. She would have to submit or perish.
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Post by Halo on Jan 19, 2009 10:21:12 GMT -5
The violent brute snorts, amused by the continuation of her futile efforts of defiance, but thinking gleefully about the ways he could break her of such disobedience and the fun it could be to do so. “On second thought, why don’t you keep ‘protesting’? It might be enjoyable to put some real fear into you.” And as if to emphasize he reaches around to bite at her neck, hoping she wouldn’t jerk too much so that he can sink his incisors into her flesh and draw some delicious blood. “It might be very enjoyable indeed.” A short, demonic laugh erupts from his chest and he shoves against her again, unbothered by the short rear that had been meant as a threat towards him, doing a short ring around her before aiming another bite at her in a demand for her to move along.
~Joker |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 24, 2009 22:30:18 GMT -5
Summit bucked, obviously upset at the dumb King. "Don't touch me! Or talk to me! Go away!" She knew that coming here had been a terrible mistake, but it was too late now- she was his prisoner, unable to escape his deadly wishes and dirty thoughts. She wanted so badly to give up and go with him, but her spirit forbade her to. All she could do was scream and hope for a miracle, like a wolf coming to kill Joker and eat him for dinner, but with her luck that would never happen. she had no plans, the horse always full of plans. She was defenseless. Weak. He didn't care about her words or kicks or protests. In his mind, she was already captured and Dark. She couldn't escape, he was too fast. And strong. sinking down to her belly, tears suddenly burst into her eyes. Did this king have a weakness? Didn't all kings have weaknesses? All evil nemeses had weaknesses, if only his mind was blocked from curious peakers. She slid her head down anxiously, awaiting for a low to the head that could be fatal, or for him to snort and kill her easily, or something of the sorts. she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for everything to fade to black.
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Post by Halo on Jan 27, 2009 10:03:59 GMT -5
Joker snarls, getting particularly frustrated with this one and on the brink of simply annihilating her. How come all Light mares are this weak, this easy to break into tears and so at war with themselves? If they want to fight back they should, if they want to give in they should. Either way he can find pleasure in her, but how is he supposed to do anything when she sinks to the ground and cowers like a submissive dog? He rears and brinks his fores down heavily upon the ground right beside her, adding some punishing blows to her back as he stomps and paws at her, eager to encourage her back up to her feet. “Up! Get up!” She better get stronger, for the sake of the foals she will bear for him. He will not tolerate feeble and pathetic children in his herd, to mock him with their simply existing and tagging their frailty upon his image. “Get stronger, mare! This King expects you to give him strong children, not to reflect this cowardice. So get up!”
~Joker
(OOC: BLAAAAAAAAH! No brain.) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 27, 2009 18:56:41 GMT -5
A snarl rose up in Summits throat. She stood up bravely, getting in his face appropriately and staring at him coldly. I would never mother your foals. she said clearly, glaring at him for thinking she was so easy to give into motherhood. She did not plan to give birth anytime soon; he should've known that from the beginning. Shaking herself off and feeling hard bruises cloud her back, she simply walked away, not caring if he came after her. And besides, she was Integrated- she was both strong being Light and Dark. Couldn't he tell by her scent? She would never join the Lights, nor the Darks- she was perfect being in the middle. She would never be 'claimed' by anyone but herself. She paused, not bothering looking behind her. Something forbids me from killing you. she said icily, adding venom to her voice. I'm not sure what it is. But if it wasn't nagging me, I would leave you cold.. Sje stalked forward again, wondering if he would shoot after her and say something nasty. ((OOC:She thinks she can beat him, but I'm positive she can't  )) |
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Post by Halo on Jan 29, 2009 11:07:29 GMT -5
The dark brute snickers at her change of attitude, stomping his foot upon the ground. Immediately, in response to his summons, a tall wall of flame shoots forth from his hoofprint, darting forward and then curving back around towards him to cut off Summit’s retreat. He trots after her himself then, a smirk upon his lips. “Idle threats do not compliment you pretty one. Nor would burnt flesh. If you do not wish to see yourself as a large lump of charcoal then I suggest you finally consent to coming with me.” He butts his head against her, forcing her to step sideways, towards the flames. “I for my part…do not make empty threats.”
~Joker |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 31, 2009 12:27:52 GMT -5
Summit neighed in fear, fire was so spooky. Even though she tried to keep her confidence up, she could feel herself diminishing quickly in front of this high and mighty lord. Fire? Seriously? How powerful was he? Could he kill her with his mind? She knew she should of gone to the Desert of Illusive Sands. How dumb of her to think she could stand tall to anything! Half the horses and wolves in Penori had powers. And her pathetic self captured by the strong king. That would make an interesting story. You have the charms of evil... my lord. She choked her last words right out, refusing to let the tears come to her watering and hot eyes. Take the flames down and I'll join you to your Terra. she sighed, defeated. Normally, she wouldn't give up, but this was a battle she would never win. Walking around helplessly, she could feel despair settling over her now Dark heart.
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Post by Halo on Feb 2, 2009 11:31:54 GMT -5
Joker grins triumphantly as the flames work to break the last vestiges of her will, making her officially his. He allows the wall of fire to burn out, smoke curling around them and filling their senses. He pushes the bridge of his head against her shoulder to push her front in the direction he wishes her to go, nipping at her haunches to get her moving. It's about time! He nips again. "Wise choice. Now get a move on." He picks his limbs up into a trot, pushing her along at the same pace as himself.
~Joker
(OOC: If you want, you can make a post at Highlands of Darkened Frost.) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Feb 13, 2009 21:35:17 GMT -5
(post coming next time I'm on ) |
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I don’t know if you remember or not, but don’t forget our thread in Entrapment Hollow (with my Tambika and your Youssarian.)
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