Angel With the Scabbed Wings {Legacy}

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“Fallen angel, goddess of sinful delight
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight”
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The night passed before her eyes, a single figure plastered along the shadows of darkness. Hooves once pounded the land below her frame, great daggers hammering like her great heart, mercilessly beating against her bloodstained bosom. Wrath traveled the entire night, with few stops in between. The moon was high in the sky before she needed to quench her thirst, which seemed impossible to satisfy after dark. The water trickled down her lips, easily leaving patterned under her chin until they dropped to the ground. It was nothing like blood that streamed down her lips like warm honey when she gave a kiss. Now, it was day, and the sunlight gleamed against her pelt, the steady stream of light glaring down on a blood bay pelt. Her ebony tail lashed against her flanks, warning off the flies that dared wink along her glossy coat. Her stock seemed not of this world, but from the far north. Her subtle accent marked her origins as foreign, but she was starting to finally get used to these lands as the days dragged by rather uneventfully. She had met a few equines, a couple bastards and a few wenches, none seemed to interest her so she kept her distance. The one stallion seemed almost intolerable. Wrath had come from a life where mares were commonly leaders of home herds, not the other way around. Now here, it was like the mares were as weak and as pathetic as doey eyed colts.

Wrath tossed her head. The land she had come across now seemed more like the darkened terrain back home, or at least smelled like it anyway. The mountain before her was black, soot covered. There seemed like there was an active volcano around somewhere, but the bloodstained mare could not tell where it was exactly. The ground wasn’t as barren as she expected, the sweet aroma of dew kissed grasses arousing her perfect teardrop nostrils. Auds pricking forward, she bent down her head, nibbling at the few stalks that caught her sudden interest. She did not care if she was alone or not, figuring with massive confidence that she would handle everything herself if something provoked her anger, which she was famous for back in her home lands. Intense black eyes scanned the area lazily before returning to her meal, soon quieting her raging stomach from imploding. It seemed that she was hungry often, not just because she needed the food, but to sustain her muscle tone and physical beauty. Here it seemed that most of the equines, wenches especially lacked any sort of physical or even mental health. Inwardly disgusted by the thought of anything except perfection, she flicked her ebon banner over her flanks, legs like ink stained pillars supporting a goddess of death, beauty and malice mixed together to form an even more sinister package.

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“Greatest thrill, aim to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite, Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed you for nothing!”

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The scent of smoke reaches his nose before the scent of the mare. The stag hikes along the familiar path up to the top of the Burning Peak. He has met a mare here before, and wonders if his luck will keep going. Not that he didn't breed her.... not yet. The mare had been decent, Honey Flower, her name. He and she, they had both shared a dislike for Revair, the Queen and Honey Flower's master of the Highlands of the Darkened Frost. She had called herself 'Sugar'. The stag snorts with disgust. Who could ever be as far away from suger, he has no clue. The mare was a snobby one, nose stuck in the and thinking she could attract every stag because of her beauty. The stag lifts his hoof and sets it down upon rock. There is a clatter of hooves as he quickens his pace to reach the peak. As he pulls himself up, he finds his mind back to the meeting here before. What had he been thinking? Oh yes, about the whore of a mare, Revair. Who could be more less than suger? Perhaps his own sister, Pull the Trigger. He glares about him in disgust. Would he dare lay eyes on her again? Bah! Only to see her dead body! Only to laughover his victory! The stag bares his teeth as he walks. And past the stentch of volcano ash, the scent of a mare reaches him. Obviously a Dark, for they are the only ones who would dare venture here. He scents the air here again. She appears to be alone. He follows her scent and finds a pool of water. Only then does he realize how thirsty he is. The stag walks past the mare to the water. He dips his maw into the water, letting its cool, wetness flow down his throat and quench his thirst. Now, he notices the mare for the first time. The stag dips his head. He has to play it cool if he's to get what he wants.Good day, m'lady. I should hope your day is fine?

Words: 386
Muse: good
Mood: sly
Notes:--

[Synful_]

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“Fallen angel, goddess of sinful delight
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight”
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The silence followed her shadow in a trail of inky tendrils, playing with her until the sun would soon fall once again. Wrath had always enjoyed being alone, but it held both pros and cons. The company she was so fond of back in the cold lands still fueled her fire. Stags always made her feel good, especially when they fell into the sharp end of her daggers. Mares, she recalled, were less of an enjoyment. They always seemed to criticize her if analyzed by a dark bitch, those light hearted wenches hardly lasted a single chance encounter if Wrath bumped into them. A sound drawled out her attention as she twisted her head back to gaze narrowly at the stag that increased in size on the horizon until he came within inches of her blood colored pelt. Nares flaring with stunted anger, Wrath impaled the ground with her hoof as she waited for the stallion to take notice of her. After he had quenched his thirst did he finally meet her eyes. The mare was not impressed by his words, rather disgusted at his voice that seemed to mock her intelligence. She understood the ways of a bastard of his likes, those stags that didn’t respect mares for shit. They only acted civil until they got what they wanted, and then all Hell would break loose, that is…if he tried anything with her.

The mare smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that was an obvious fake. Ebon lashes batted across her gaze as she took in his overall figure. He wasn’t bad looking, but then again, there was always room for improvement. A half decent stud winked back at her though pit like eyes, and he desired to be friendly with her. Her white kissed muzzle smirked lightly, slaughtering her once sweet smile that graced her face. There was nothing in her features that could count as kindness, and only a fool would mistake her intensions as such. ”A good day, stallion?” Her exotic vocals teased mildly, ”I haven’t really noticed.” Sarcasm was something natural to her; though there were times when she would just scream ‘fuck off’ to the bastard and expect for him to heed her command. Perhaps she was in a good mood after all, but then again, it could have just very well be the amount of loneness that kept her fury at bay. Deliberately breaking his stud like gaze, she returned to the grass below her, sampling the greens once more as she froze her ear facing the stud just in case he got any ideas. Her left flank quivered lightly, muscles ready to spring if need aroused in her breast and strike the stag into delicious submission.

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“Greatest thrill, aim to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite, Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed you for nothing!”

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Muse: Good
OOC: ~

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Forget the kindness. The mare isn't going to play his game... so he'll make her. He notices the sarcasam in her voice and it irritates him slightly, though he doesn't show it. The stag lowers his head, letting the forelock drape over his eye. He then raises his head, still looking at the mare. His tail flicks as the sunlight lands upon his raven body. He raises his head to allow the wind grab at his thick Friesian mane. His eyes are calm as he does all this, and he looks for the mare's reaction. The stag steps forward.Well mare, how do you choose. I have two ways. The easy one and the hard one.The stag pauses just long enough for the words to sink in, yet not to let her reply. His tail flicks and he circles to her opposite end. He rest his maw upon her body for a moment, breathing in her scent. He nibbles her banner for a moment before moving up her side. Now his kissers are by her aud, and he mutters his lyrics into them.You will give me what I want without a fight, and I will not hurt you...

[/color] His voice trails off and he doesn't say if that is the end of his sentence or not.That is the easy way. The hard way is when I take what I want by force and make it as painful as I can.[/color]Done with his lyrics, he steps back and watches her, waiting for a reply.

Words: 318
Muse: god
Mood: cunning
Notes: I assume he's going to force her now? G?[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Synful_]

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“Fallen angel, goddess of sinful delight
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight”
~

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Wrath wanted to laugh despite herself. How many times had she heard that before? Truthfully, she had no desire to allow this piece of flesh to mount her pretty hide, nor did she wish to see him gloat about it afterwards. All stallions here were the same, wanting something that most respectable mares refused to give, and expect them to stand still while they had their fun. The stags back in her home lands were the exact opposite, but she grew aroused by both sorts; the ones with fire in their bellies and submissive bastards. Either way, they gave her the company and pleasure she craved. No questions asked. For some reason, the bloodstained mare knew he wasn’t used to revolting mares. Well…I guess I’m going to be his first. Lucky him… Wrath felt his muzzle press into her corpse, taking in her smoky scent of honey and sin. At his lingering touch, she spun herself around, her rump once again away from his stinking hide. His words lingered against her auds, soft voice making her nares swell up in mute defiance. She pinned them against her skull, trying to block out his arrogant lyrics. It looked like she would have to shut him up instead.

She waited another second before the stallion bastard stepped back from her, finally giving her room to speak, though the bloodstained beauty could have very easily gone and made space for herself to enjoy. Tilting her head and lashing her ebon banner against her flanks almost in a flirty fashion, she held his gaze intently, unafraid of his so called ‘hard way’. ”I’ll tell you what, bastard…I’ll make the rules to this game.” She paused briefly, head raised high and warlike eyes blazing with smoldering heat. Her white kissed muzzle reached out, trailing her jaws from his whither to his hips, ivory teeth flashing as she stole a nip into his flesh before continuing. ”Let us draw blood. Then we’ll see what happens after that…” Her accented vocals hissed along the tendrils of wind, slashing through the air like sharp daggers. In the cold lands where she hailed from, those who dared challenge a lead mare and saw defeat, they lost their most prized possession, their tool to spread there seed. Yes, castration was often a worthy punishment for the bold and foolish, and afterwards, the stags left to live out their lives as a nomad, forever disgraced and prey to the ravenous wolves of the mountains. What a fitting end for this black beast before her, especially since he delighted in taking advantage of weakling mares and force breeding them until they dropped dead. Not Wrath, though, she would give him a run for his money…But if somehow she was the one half bleeding to death in the end, she would allow him to do what he wished to her. Without waiting for a reply, the bloodstained mare feinted forward, heaving her great body into a couple of steps, closing the gap that held them apart. She chuckled then, faintly to herself, slightly to him…her tail lashed once more, ebon banner striking hard across her rump as if daring him to come forward.

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“Greatest thrill, aim to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite, Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed you for nothing!”

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Word Count: 547
Muse: Better than before.
OOC: Right now, its probably going to get violent...but if she wins she'll most likely just use him anyway. 'G' is fine, but I think that will follow up on the fight...that is, if he humors her.

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And now a fight. This mare is like one he has never met. A sly grin spreads over his face. He'd love to fight... and win.Yes. A fight. Be my guest.The stag steps back a few paces, the smirk still planted upon his ebony face. His thick mane shifts as he swings his head, ridding the brown orbs of the tresses that grappled with them. The stag lets her nip bleed. He doesn't care. And, mare, I am sorry to disappoint you. I do not intend to fight to the death. He lowers his head slightly as an indication that the fight has begun. Without a further movement, he gathers speed and charages at the mare. He travels to her left and aims a bite at her whithers, attempting to draw blood. Once he has past her, the stag rears up and swaings around on his hind legs. His eyes are wild as he runs forward again.

Words: 196
Muse: ish
Mood: wild
Notes: mk

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Tossing up her skull, the mare rushes to meet him, hooves dancing in the air with a wild fire raging in her eyes. This seemed like this would become a most enjoyable fight, a suductive act of violence agaisnt her part. Let him try to dominate her, let him try to break her down to her very core. he would not suceed. eyes flashing, she carefully waited until the stag surged towards her, teeth bared as he lunged towards the side of her body, aiming to tear flesh from her bloodstained corpse. skin quivering, she felt his fangs against her body, nipping her lightly, but not quite enough to make her shed blood. her daggers worked up a flurry of power, gaining speed, nimbling evading his attack as he charged her once more. Now it was her turn to do some damage. The mare reared back onto her hind legs, front daggers lashing out with a snort of her nostrils before coming down hard on the ground, challenging him further. She did not care if he fell down dead or not, the truth was, that she would get enjoyment from this conversation. A fight was one of the few ways she could truely show emotion...among other things, more pleasurable things. Smirking lightly as she caught her breath, she reached out with her skull, white kissed maw opening to reveal stained ivories at her grin. "My name isn't mare...care to share your tag? Maybe if you impress me I can give you mine." She hissed llightly with a glint of lust within her ebon eyes. Tail lashing against her flanks, her tassels lifted, revealing her rpize for him if he were to beat her, which was hard to imagine, if not impossible. She chuckled then, savoring the power she felt as her pillars carried her beautiful carcass forward. Sweeping up the side of hisraven kissed frame, Wrath swumg her cranium towards him, attempting to collid hers with his own, knocking some sense into him. her skull was naturally hard and thick headed...Oh haha. Like most of her stock, she was a powerhouse for the fight, yet nimble enough to evade clumsy attacks. right now, she was merely playing with this stallion, toying with his talents, maybe even seeing if he was worthy enough for her company. her back legs kicked out from beneath her, hoping to make him falter in his charge or step. "Oh come now, stud. if you want me...fight me.' She winked in his direction, being more flirty than normal. Hey, she was having some fun whether he liked it or not. Scared? not very likely.

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ooc; & he says he doesn't like the pretty mares XD