You call yourself DARK!?

[Pie]

T E M T A T I O N was at its highest. Revair felt the need to explore her partly aquired lands. Joker was the king, she wasn't distirbed by that, but she was now Queen. So he had said through his very own lips. Satisfation was common when it came to Revair, dispite the need to toil with stallions. Previously they were atop a moutian, her eyes gazed over the horseless scenery. Joker admitted that it was to grow, but there was something telling Revair that more dark stallions and mares lurked. But how dark was dark? Without thinking, Revair drifted aimlessly. Her pride followed on a leash as she exited from the dark lands.

The heat came in waves, flanking Revair on both sides. By no means was this Jokers land, but it held menace and distruction, hinting that it was for dark horses to roam freely. Revair left her royal position behind for curiosity. Soon after some fluid prances, Revair made her way to the top of a volcano. From there she stared at the bubbling lava and waited, turning sharply to watch the arrival of her newly acclaimed enemy or alli. Either claimance wouldn't bother Revair, she couldn't give a dam. But she was determined to find horses claiming to be dark, and bring them back under her protection, just for the sake of having something to rule over. So she waited, her tail silently flicking impatiantly.



ooc; Open to all dark horses/ ALL OF THEM!
Revair is just making friends -evil laugh-
I'd prefer stallions, but if you have a mare come join =] I want ppl to roleplay with me, help me get some plot ideas running through my blank brain. =D

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]His dark eyes glowing the stag stepped across the lands. Avoiding the very hot spots and trying to stay on the colder spots. The aura of the land was dark and he knew that the horses that could come here would be dark as well. He could smell the dark aura of the land but he couldn't notice the other dark aura until he nearly tripped upon the mare.

"Ah, hello my fine lady," he murmured. "You will be from Joker's herd, yes?" he asked the pretty mare. She was quite beautiful but he had no wish to own her her aura was quite prominantly dark and he knew that this mare was dominant and would harm any stag that tried to own her.
"May I request your name?"[/glow]

[Pie]

B O R E D O M was creeping up through her sallow hooves as she waited for someone or something to tend to the lonesome mare. A few disheveled strands of mane, took to the wind as it picked up in waves, thrashing heat through her body. After more waiting with a few rustling bushes to spike her interest, untill it left her dissapointed, Reviar began to feel humiliated. The stallions should be crawling from each direction like zombies, after a stare at her ostentatious beauty.

Then, there was someone. Something. Not a mare, no that would push her over the edge. It was a stallion. Flippantly, she tossed her head to gaze at the approaching creature, his colour not yet defined. However he appeared to be dancing on high heels, the way he avoided the cracks of bubbling lava. Why not welcome it? The thought sent a muffled giggle through her lungs as she willingly stepped forwards, her eyes searching his, her face expectant. The corners of her lips turned into a smirk as she listened reluctantly to his words. "Not only am I part of his herd, I'm queen there," She announced, for the first time, a snicker tickling her features as she continued. "Revair..." Quickly, Revair slashed her tail at her sides and unleashed the full power of her eyes onto the helpless stallion. With her smoldering gaze, he would have no chance to escape.

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]The stag found himself becoming lost in her eyes, but he shook his head and snorted to get himself out of it. She was a cunning one, she was, a true dark horse. She was pretty and he longed to posses her but he could not, alas. She belonged rightfully to Joker if she was his queen and he was not about to fight him for her.

"Hello my pretty lady, allow me to introduce myself, I am Twilight's Darkness," he whickers to her. He will not allow her to seduce him. No he is a self-respecting horse and he will not be controlled by her. It might infuriate her, but he would not risk Joker's anger, especially if he was as dark as he was rumored to be.

"None of your tricks now, you have cast your die and the queen is to remain loyal to her queen, isn't she Revair?" he murmurs. She will not put him under her spell.[/glow]

[Pie]

R E V A I R snorted and took a step forwards, her brow creased in a frown as she did so. Her lips reached for his muzzle, her neck streched elegantly as she did this. Her cold breath plummeted through her nostrils and onto his face, then she quietly slid under his chin and pranced a few paces away. "What an interesting name." She turned, to gaze upon the stallion, her eyes fixed in some kind of trance. Then, she squinted and looked towards the woods. "Your not very old are you?"


As she made her simple judgement, Revair began to get sidetracked, her mind visited other thoughts before drifting back to Twilights presence. "Mind if I call you Twilight? I mean, will you be joining Jokers herd?" She muttered the rest and looked away, her eyes occasionally drifted back to stare at him.

[Tikayla]

This mare obviously liked Twilight better but he did not.

"No you may not," he nearly shouted. "Call me Darkness call me Dark, anything but Twilight. I am not my father and I never will be." Rage showed clearly on his face. He stepped closer to the mare, anger lighting his features.

"Never again Revair, never gain. I do not care how powerful you are, I do not care that you are a queen. No one can protect you here, you are alone and if your stag wants to fight me for attacking you than let him. No Revair, anything but Twilight."

He is breathing heavily after his outburst. He had not intended to lose his head. Just his father's name had driven him to slight insanity. He was a crazy horse at times, well most of the time and names could drive him insane. He backed up. He knew that she was probably not scared. She was an evil mare and little probably scared her.

"So going back to your other question. I may join Joker's herd, but only if I get to entertain pretty mares like you," he replies. He can't help himself but to flirt with her. She is devestatingly beautiful and he can't help himself.

[rain]

Black Rain

The feeling was lost, her limbs were numbed as she crossed a creek into a darkend forest. Black mane is tossed, she cannot comtrol her energy. The full moon rises and her spirit lightens. She bucks and launches her body into a gallop, she runs hard and long, not before coming to a small duo of horses does she stop. The stag almost seems to be threatening the other femme. Rain is no longer a lightened spirit, she is a full blown dark.

Her eyes sparkle with the trouble and she steps from her shadowy era. Her audits are high and foreward. She steps forward bringing herself feet from the pair. The mare introduced her self lightly, her tone deep and sadistic, Hello two, I am Black Rain, pleased to meet fellows of the dark. Her words sound almost light, but inside you can here the sneer, fore she is not really pleased, much rather she would be alone then in the company of two fools, but this was the full moon one of the rarest occasions to find Rain in a good mood.[/blockquote][/font]

[Pie]

R E V A I R blinked as Twilight reacted to his new nickname. Her lips pursed as her head flicked wildly into the air. She took one, two steps towards the young stallion, her eyes narrowed into slits. "Is that a threat? "Revair cooed softly, her eyes expectant while she glared him untill a new scent spiked her intrest. Quickly, she spun on her heels and looked to the new mare announcing her arrival a little too loudly for Revair's likings. While she eyed the mare, a swift glance was given to Twilight and then back to the other mare.

Revair and Twilight. Calmly, she introuduced herself first, then Twilight, snickering to him as she said his name. It was a light hearted joke, she wanted to know how far she could push this stallion before he craked. Her attention was purposly on the other mare, deliberatly making herself vunerable. If this turned out in a fight between the stallion and dark queen, that would seriously be interesting.

[Tikayla]

He would not let her taunt him. No not at all.

"No it wasn't a threat it was a promise. You do not want to make me angry Revair. You may be the queen, a smart mare, but I too am fairly powerful. You may think that you can enchant any stag you wish but not me," he replies meeting her eyes and resisting her goading.

"Actually pretty one, I am Twilight's Darkness, Darkness if you wish. And beside myself, is the Queen of the Darks. A pretty face with a dark interior. Of course I haven't met a truly pretty mare that didn't have a dark interior. How are you today," he asks Black Rain. He looks at her, no doubt she will prove a dark mare. She has that aura about her that can be sensed from quite far away.

[Dazi]

When leaves have fallen
And skies turned to grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings her song of farewell
You better hide from her freezing hell

So these were the lands where the creatures whom chose the 'darker' religion chose to spend their time? There are two words that I can say which describes my thoughts of any creature who'd willing wander around such terrain. Try-hards and morons. Seriously, there is nothing here but dangers. No fresh vegetation or clear liquid that I can see. No small creatures to warn you of any on coming predators with their cries or flees. No....anything but dangers. Who would willingly risk themselves in such a land? I'll tell you who. Idiots whom think they can prove themselves to some little power s.luts who thinks that defeating mother nature is 'tough' or the said little power s.lut opening herself up for any beast that would f**k anything with four legs and a rump (true, I myself have been called a s.lut, w.hore, whatever colorful words you can think of really but the truth is, no one will ever touch me in such a way that those 'mares' allow. I shall never allow a stallion who I deem unworthy to get that useless piece of flesh anywhere near me unless they wish for me to personally geld them). It's plain disgusting. If this is how far the dark religion has fallen then I must rethink which path I want to take.

Small rounded daggers created a soft rhythm of taps against the well walked path that weaved it's way around the base of the large mountain. The land here was... distasteful to say the least. The combination of flaming red lava and blackened land just seemed so stereotypical of the dark creatures. It was so corny that the femme could almost bother to roll her optics at the sight. Said femme stood out against the drab scenery like the fist snow falling upon the decaying leaves of the dying autumn months. She was ghost-like in this dead land, her movements elegant and strong, wires held high alike a flag, the wind grasping at the silver hairs and tugging them away from her rump almost teasingly to any eyes that laid upon her. Her spotless snow brushed cloak seemed to glow against the darkness of the land, her eyes hollow pits until they met the sunlight. The only thing that proved that she really was there and not just a spirit stuck between the words was the gentle 'tap, tap, tap, tap' of her hooves.

She felt alone in this land though it wasn't the relaxing, tranquil sort of alone that most sane horses enjoyed. No, it was that sickening sort of alone that seemed to haunt dark lands. The alone where you felt vulnerable, felt the hundreds of beastly eyes upon your hide, feasting upon you with their gaze alone until you let your guard slip and they could lurch from their hiding places and rip your skin from your bones. Dark lips turned down to a sneer as he forced herself to continue following the path leading up the mountain. Why had she come here? Was it some longing to mix herself into a group of fools who'd more than likely cause ever brain cell in her skull to die? Or was there just the urge to come here, feel pretty against this disgusting landscape and be able to flaunt herself to nothing but the glowing eyes of lava pits? Whatever it was she wasn't too sure she was pleased to have the urge.

Nare's flared as the humid air was drawn into her lungs, aiming to breathe out the horrid thoughts that plagued her mind though her relaxation technique was shattered with the scents she inhaled. Pale daggers came to a cease as her sleek Arabian frame stood alert, curious, angered, disgusted, excited, she didn't know how she felt with the realization that she was no longer alone. The air was released from her lungs, back into the hotter atmosphere around her before another breath was drawn to test the scents. It was mingled, a combination of femme and beast though the femmes obviously outnumbered however many beasts there was. The scowl remained upon her facade as ears flickered, picking up thinned voices that drifted down from above her. There were multiple creatures but just how many? It didn't seem to be a large group though it was safe to say that the pale femmes attention had been loosely hooked.

Her bodice twisted so that she faced the direction that she had pinpointed the other equines to be, dark optics narrowing as she strained her sight. She could definitely make out the silhouettes of other equines though it was difficult to determine much more due to the heat waves that distorted them from the distance. Well, if she wasn't able to be alone then she may as well see what pathetic wanna-be creatures bothered to climb all the way up there to converse.

Pillars began to move, daggers digging into the lose dirt and stone that littered the mountainside as she began to slowly ascend. There was no rush to reach their sides, knowing herself she'd probably get bored of being around a bunch of commoners so why stress herself? There was already a light coat of sweat upon her unblemished hide, making it appear darker that it truly is and she really did not desire to be sweat drenched and stinking just because of some other useless creatures.

She only came to a stop when she was but a few feet away from the gathering, her eyes narrowing once more as her cold gaze moved between the two femmes and the beast. There seemed nothing special about them, well nothing that Jahina would consider special. They all looked so plain and dirtily bred. God, they probably all had some sort of disease or were inbred mutants. She held back a snort of disgust as she looked upon them, instead remaining silent for the time being, listening and watching to see if she should even bother with the animals before her.

When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you're all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you

[Tikayla]

A new mare's scent caught wafted to him. He opened his nostrils to fully absorb her scent. She was disapproving of everything, her surroundings, the mares he stood with, him. He could sense it rolling of her in waves and he was not foolish enough to try and change her mind. He, it was most likely, would be unable to. She seemed like one tough nut and he doubted that she would allow herself to be dominated by anything or anyone. He liked that in a mare, but she seemd to take it to such an extent that he wasn't sure. He was wary of Revair, her darkness and her power, it drew him in but he doubted that she saw him at all and the other? He was unsure of her. She seemed dark but could she truly be as dark as Revair or for that matter, the other mare.

"Hello, my name is Twilight's Darkness, Darkness if you do so choose. Beside me is the ever sharp tongued Revair with few morals and even less of a heart. The other mare you see is Black Rain, one I have just now met and wish to learn more about. Could I learn of yours, or perhaps you will not tell me, either way, it does not matter the name. What matters it the amount of darkness, the amount of heart both of which you seem to have plenty," says the stag, no he is not trying to win her over. He can tell that she is to strong for that, he is merely trying to learn about the mare, what she is like, what she likes, what she does not like, what she fears, her hopes, her dreams, her goals, her power. He wishes to learn all this and much, much more.

[Pie]

T H E sky was swolen with clouds, her somewhat euphoric but tormenting mood was developing as more and more horses seemed to gather to her little summoning. Revair glared flippantly in Twilight's direction, and muttered a few unintelligent words, her lips quivered with the speed of her speech, but not a word seemed to peirce the hot air. Through pure boredom, Revair began to pace weaving an imaginary path between Twilight and Rain before coming to a halt before the newst mare, who hadn't spoken yet. Revair disregared the mare with a downwards glances, shrugged her shoulders back and turned to Twilight. She slithered towards him, unleashing the full power of her alluring eyes, then swiftly looked away. "I suggest you call him Twilight, he hates it." Revair snickered, giving the young stallion another enticing glance before staring back towards the newcomer.

Nothing could match the standards Revair held. So maybe she wasn't a thin little stick, but that just ment more to love, or loath if it really got down to that point. But there was something about this mare that had Revair on her toes, maybe she was strong. But Revair subsided that thought and went back to her little game. She was getting a kick out of calling Twilight, Twilight and she would keep calling him that till he snapped. It made her toss her head back in laughter, which she quickly covered up with a snort while impatiently waiting for the new mare to speak or forever hold her silence.


ooc; I didn't want to post, cos Rain hasn't posted, but it is my turn, so Rain, I hope u don't mind and come post when you can! =]

[rain]

Black Rain


The onyx fea was not surprised to find her entrance unwelcome. Though the two equines had not made that particularly clear, it was obvious in their eyes and the mood of the duo. Twin audits were pricked elsewhere, beyond them, even though the mare and brute were talking to her she had noticed that they were not alone, another had come to the party. The fea snickered quietly to herself, her eyes never leaving the two in front of her, but her audits listening as the other equine approched. Rain held back a snort of disgust as the brute so boldy spoke to her, and then to the fea that strode about behind her. Rain payed the other no attention, it would only be a waste of her time. No, Rain would not answer the brute, yes she held a sort of respect for the one called Reviar, but only as the queen of all those sinister and truly horrific. Nothing more Nothing less. As for that of the brute, she no longer held anything for him, but then again she never did.

Rain was all to pleased when Reviar spoke up. A sneer spread across her dial as the comment was made of the brute's name. Not to seem as a follower, but I think I shall as well. The words were released with a light hearted voice, but there was nothing light hearted about her words, any who thought she was light could go jump a cliff for all she cared. Why was she even here, speaking to this crowd of equines? She was completly at loss as to why, but by now she didn't have much of a choice. The blackend femme snorted, quietly to herself, this crowd was quite boring. Her dial lifted, optics searching for the full moon. Her eyes hardened, behind the cloud the full moon was bright and high. The clouds were dark and grey, a storm to come was the decision Rain reached. Now back to the three. Rain turned her dial around, finally looking at the new fea, another sneer reached her optics and kissers, there was something different about her. Oh wait, no nothing. Rain found nothing special about her and turned to look back at Reviar.

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[Tikayla]

The stag smiled wickedly, he liked a challenge but he knew that he was in no position to claim mares, he had no land for them to stay and Joker would try to take them anyway.

"Ah ladies, forgive me if I am being to forward, of course dark horses like fun and this is quite fun, all of you cold as icebergs and just as beautiful, of course beauty is only skin deep ladies and when you lose it what will you do?" speaks the stag. He likes the looks of them but they are as he said cold as icebergs no matter how beautiful. He liked dark horses that had spirit but not as much as these ones had, they needed to be broken down a bit, not that he would force them but scare them, he might.

[Dazi]

These creatures that stand before me, I could call them many names and think of various statements to degrade and humiliate them though for some reason (most likely the heat and high altitude sizzling and exhausting my brain) I really can't be bothered getting into a hot headed argument. Although that is not to say that I don't feel up to part for a few small mind games. Yes, those games that the youngens play when they grow Bored or weary of the boring adult talks and just want to provide a small amount of amusement, even if only myself will know of the joke. So, now that our game has been decided upon we may as well get the ball rolling.

The femmes silver harks flickered as beastly lyrics reached her, disinterested eyes turning to the brute whom seemed to take it upon himself to speak for the entire collection. He was jabbering on about something about darkness within or maybe it was the darkness of the land? Whatever it was Jahina found it utterly boring and pointless. He seemed confident, not that idiotic confident that many considered brave though truly was only stupidity, or that deserved confidence you gain from defeating a worthy opponent. No, it was that annoying kind of confident where you just wanted to take their skull and shove it up their ass just so they could see what kind of nuts they were spewing from their mouth. Well, the beast just spoke his name and the name of others though in all fairness the femme had to admit that she hadn't taken much notice to his words. She had picked up something along the lines of 'Twilight Darkness' though. No, that wouldn't do. It sounded like a name given to a worthless show pony by some snotty-nosed brat. Well if he was going to have such a ridiculous name then she would have to give him one which better suited him. 'Twinkle Toes'.

Now onto the next speaker. The way she held herself and spoke made her appear that she seemed she was better than the rest of the creatures here. Well, here's a snotty-nosed pregnant dog for you here. Okay, so maybe Jahina had had the same label placed upon her though she had the right to hold herself above others. She had been bred with that right. This femme... she seemed to be nothing more than a few random hunks of meat sown together and given life. The equine equivalent of a Frankenstein. Who the hell did this harlot think she was? Well the snow hued femme could tell you what she thought of her. She was some dirty mutt who was probably being mounted by some fancy labeled beast that was nothing more than a disgrace to the equine name himself. Somehow Jahina felt like she had fallen into a cluster of misfit mutants that probably held every deadly disease known between the lot of them. Disgusting and pathetic. So what should she call this one? Maybe she'd stick with what she thought previously. 'Harlot'.

Now there was one more whom had appeared silent since Jahina had arrived. The look in the other femmes eyes showed that she too was in the same mind set as Jahina. Not knowing why the hell they were here with these seemingly useless creatures. Unless Jahina had read the other wrong though she highly doubted that. She was never wrong and no little mute was about to make her misread such obvious pregnant dog-stress. Ah, not wait! There she goes as well. She wasn't as chatty as the other two though he words seemed just as pointless and boring. Well, it seems all three of them had a working tongue though this one seemed a little less extroverted then the others. 'Pip-squeak'. Yes, just like a little mouse.

Once the deed of looking over and interpreting the first impressions of the creatures before her it seemed as though it was her turn to speak. So now the games were going to start, even if they were going to be lazy, half-hearted and foalish. Her chocolate optics were stone cold, reflecting the stereotypical hatred, anger and darkness that these idiots probably expected to see from her. The mask wasn't so hard to put on since the heat that paced beads of sweat upon her cloak was indeed helping to fuel her irritation and the pointless words these creatures wasted their breath upon just echoed in her head. Her daggers were planted firmly upon the rubbled ground, standing straight with defined posture (not that that was abnormal for the finely bred femme) and flicked her harks away from them in a sign of defiance and self placed dominance. "Aphrodite" Her words were muttered as though her 'name' wasn't worth wasting on their ears though though her lyrics were silky and entrancing.

Her optics scanned over the cluster before her, waiting for the next speaker. Her annoyance was clear upon her facade as the stallion spoke, her gaze turning sharp as she placed it upon him. He was generalizing her to these...mutts!? The corners of her lips turned into a scowl as her mind sparked angrily. She wasn't going to stand for such disrespect! "You speak as though you yourself are something to look at" Her words were still calm though the bitter poison that dripped from them showed her obvious displeasure, her tongue ready to behead any reply that he didn't deem satisfactory.