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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Jul 13, 2009 1:54:59 GMT -5
.CHAOS
I don't just turn heads
I B R E A K necks
Moonlight played across her ebony pelt as the vixen strode through the valley. A river flowed through the valley and looked like liquid silver in the moonlight. It was the midnight hour and everything was quiet, even the river seemed quiet. The vixen made no noise as she moved. She walked with elegance and everything seemed perfect. Her locks and banner fell perfectly into place, there was no dirt or scars on her pelt and her coat was sleek and shimmering. Nobody was perfect though, and even if this vixen was trying her best to achieve it there were things she couldn’t change. She couldn’t change her past, but luckily no one could know her past unless he told them, which she wouldn’t. Sure there would be a few little things she would tell them, like her sire was a king and her birth herd had been full darks. That was something to brag about, another thing to brag about to stallions were that the male gene was strong in her family. All the hellions wanted colts instead of fillies and of course, if she told the hellion that she had seven brothers and only one other sister he might just take her in for that fact. But of course that wasn’t the best fact about her. Her brother called her shallow and vain but she had reasons to be both those things; she was beautiful. She was tall at 15.3hh, she had a sleek ebony pelt and her bone structure was fantastic. Her visage was breath taking and if her deep violet optics didn’t hypnotize you nothing would. This vixen was young too, at four winters, but she wasn’t some stupid bimbo; Chaos was smart and she knew her way around. She loved to tease and taunt the brutes, make them drool and be on their knees at her daggers. Of course, not all brutes fell that hard but she would work on them; no brute was impossible to win over.
Chaos stretched her bodice, flaunting it. There probably wasn’t any equine around but she didn’t care. She could be flaunting it to the moon, the trees and the smaller creatures that roam about at night. Thoughts of her brother Trouble filled her mind. She didn’t exactly want to think about him but she had nothing or no one else to think about. She had found her twin brother a while ago and she and him had stuck together and traveled together. They had gotten into many brawls and arguments and she, of course, usually ended up winning. Her brother was too soft and she knew all the weak points in his armor. How she could hurt him and make him squirm. She could see the wounds she would refresh and new wounds she would create. She was surprised that Trouble still put up with her and helped her when she needed it. Maybe it was because if he didn’t help her she would make his life even worse. Well, she couldn’t do that any more because Trouble had ditched her. She didn’t really feel like going and finding him right now so she would just wait. Besides, she was in a land where there was a larger population of equines. She was somewhere where there was some one. Now she just had to find some one and in the midnight hour it was mostly the darker class that walked about these lands. She was completely fine with having the darkest brutes lurking about; she wanted them to find her. She knew she was safe here and that they couldn’t get her. Sure, she could go back to their place if they had one and then they could do whatever they wanted but here there was no love or war. This place was for witty speech and meeting other equines and not for love. The thought of love nauseated Chaos, she would never love and she knew most dark brutes were like that so she was fine. She said most because she personally knew one of the exceptions; her brother.
It was just the beginning of the midnight hour and Chaos was ready for who ever came out to play. She wasn’t going to risk her neck to become a slave, because being a slave consisted of poor meals and horrible conditions. Besides, all slaves were forgettable and she didn’t want to be forgettable, she wanted to be a queen and remembered by all equines. She was thirsty for power, now all she had to do was find a powerful brute. One who didn’t really care about love, and even if he did he could love her all he wanted and she would remain the same. Who was out there who wanted power like her though? It would be amazing if she could find some one who wanted the same thing as she did. Although all the brutes who were like that thought of vixens as worthless. Chaos was far from worthless, she was smart and useful to have around; it would surprise you how deviant she could be, or maybe it wouldn’t. Chaos wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. Right now though, Chaos was just looking to meet and equine –preferably a brute- who would engage in a witty conversation or at least invite her back to his place. Going into the lands of passion made Chaos feel nauseous, she couldn’t stand all the lovey-dovey stuff that went on there. Besides, she wasn’t looking for love; she was looking for power. Chaos didn’t bother to even let out a call for some one, she knew an equine or two lurked in the shadows and they would show themselves when they chose to. Also, it sounded like she was some kind of damsel in distress if she let out some kind of call like that. She was no damsel in distress and she didn’t need some knight in shining armor; no, she needed a black knight to come and get her instead.
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Status;; done
Words;; 1,005
Muse?;; yeah
Notes;; Open to any one
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Post by ;;lust on Jul 17, 2009 17:10:35 GMT -5
 Massive head was lowered so velvet maw almost trailed along the ground. The stench of rotting flesh and death followed him, hooves and the lower reaches of his legs covered in gore. Moonlight illuminated the stag's bi colored pelt, making him visible to the rest of the world, the brown blending in nicely with the forest backdrop but white sections shining out like a beacon, summoning on and all to view the giant as he trudged through onwards. There was no thought in mind past getting to the river but the midnight hour called to him, tempted him to put on his good clothes and have a night on the town. But the thought didn't appeal to him, instead the only thought in his mind was getting the blood and guts off his legs then pulling the tiny bones out. The river was all the beckoned him. Despite the stillness of the night the cheerful babble of the river as if tricked over the rocks called to him like a sirens song. Pace was slow but strides were long, hooves tearing up grass as he pulled his massive body along. The water was cool to the touch, clear upstream and red downstream once he stepped in, slinking forwards until the river brushed his underbelly invitingly. Head lifted, forelock falling from brown eyes as attention turned to the moon. He didn't remembered the last time he had seen it and as the river had called to him the moon did to, breeze carrying silky whispers and promises of a night to remember. A scent to accompany that promise, enchanting and very feminine, close enough that for a moment the young stag wasn't sure it if was the moons promise or someone actually nearby. Shoulders rolled as the stag repositioned himself, massive head craning around to find the source of the moons promise to him. A step forward and the river's siren song turned far to inviting, hoof didn't find grip and he was forced to move backwards to avoid and unpleasant ride to the rapids down river. Footing was found at the same time eyes found the fatal. She stretched out, flaunted her looks even though none but him were there to view it and she didn't seem to notice him, she was far enough downstream. Pelt of ebony that seemed to hold all the colors of the rainbow as the moonlight hit the curves of her body reminding him of the black liquid he had seen in puddle under the mountains sometimes. She never seemed to stop moving and just as the river had called to him a moment before, he felt a strong desire to follow her. She was still young, flawless upon first glance though he was far enough away that she could have an ugly disfiguring scar across her face and he wouldn't see.
The massive brute heaved himself out of the water, banner lashing at his flanks, sending streams of water through the air and dampening his sides. Water streamed down from his pillars, legs a darker color with water soaked into the thin coat. The mutt lifted his head and stood where he was on the bank though eyes never left the lithe vixen that sashayed her way along the banks. Unlike many other bachelor stallions he hadn't actively sot out many mares while alone though he was anything but inexperienced. Feelings towards mares, like his feelings towards many things, had always seemed to be uncaring, detached and emotionless. Some mares had liked that and he had spent nights with them but never had he cut a mare out of a herd. It was pointless to him, what was the reasoning behind it? He always needed reasoning or else there was no point to doing something. Now with most that might lead to an inactive lifestyle but with Ouranus many things had a reason behind them, and if they didn't he could usually find one. Why should he go entertain this obviously attention seeking vixen? Well for one she was one of those 'oh my god so hot you could bake cookies on her' girls and two what else was there to do tonight other then star gaze like he did every night? There were much more interesting things to look at this night and she knew it. The way she moved alone oozed sex appeal but it wasn't just her looks that peaked his interest. Something about her made him pause. There had always been females like her in his life, not his but around. Humans would call them gold diggers but you know, most stallions wouldn't care. If a mare with that kind of a body willingly gave herself to you in exchange for power they'd usually be all for it. That was how darks worked. His birth herd had been full of mares like that, mares that fought for the right to lead though his father had never taken a queen.
Pelt twitched as eyes took in her form once again. The stag had never been one to judge on looks, not really the shallow type but they did help, he knew that. Life was easier for beautiful people because if someone good looking walked up to you and started a pleasant conversation you'd probably think they were nice. If someone ugly and horribly disfigured walked up to you you probably think they were creepy and try and run away. Hey, it was true. Ouranus had been judged like that many times. Though for him it wasn't that he wasn't good looking. A healthy pelt from a Paint background, fine features and a fairly lean body from Thoroughbreds but a height and well muscled body from his father that tended to make him an imposing figure. Ears folded back slight before head finally lowered as if giving in then pillars churned and he headed down the slight slope towards the female. Muscles rippled visibly, bi colored pelt, moonlight catching the colors in a different way then the ebony vixen's but giving a similar effect. He didn't gallop over like some over zealous idiot or slink through the trees like some rapist, instead head remained craned a bit to the side as if assessing her, approaching from where he had been standing at a straight line so there was no surprises. Ouranus's gaze only left her for a moment to look back up at the moon and by the time his eyes returned he wasn't too far away. "Evening" was his simple reply, no demeaning names or ma'ladies attached, no questions as to why she was here. She was here because she wanted to be so he didn't need to ask her. He had been to claiming grounds before, and walked upon too many dark males who called their mares bitches and tried to get them to with them against their will. There really was no point. Because then you'd have to expel too much energy making sure they didn't run away. Once again, pointless and he had laughed at the stallions one too many times. He didn't close the distance though he was close enough to get the full effect of both her scent and her eyes even if he didn't look like he was enchanted. He would give her enough space and let her do as she pleased.
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Finished?;; Finally yup ^^
Words;; 1255
Muse?;; Little to none ;_;
Notes;; Yeah sorry, haven't done and equine rp in a lone while, and that took too much time to write D=
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Jul 20, 2009 2:21:25 GMT -5
.CHAOS
I don't just turn heads
I B R E A K necks
I'll be the garden
You be the snake
All of my fruit is yours to take
Better the devil that you know
Your love for me will grow
The night was perfect; the moon and stars had decided to show themselves which was always a pleasant show. The temperature was lovely; the heat of the day had cooled off so you weren’t sweating but you weren’t shivering either. She was comfortable, even though the sweat made her look that much sexier. She was almost in a trance; dancing along the river. She closed her optics for a moment and let her bodice move; feeling every muscle do it’s part. She had a thin bodice with curves that looked quite delicate. She looked delicate but appearances could be deceiving. Sure; she was beautiful, graceful and elegant but when it came down to it; when she was pushed into a corner she would fight. She really didn’t like to get her daggers dirty though so she wouldn’t get herself into situations like that. She wouldn’t let a bigger brute push her so far that her back was against a wall. Sure; if she wanted that then it was just fine then but usually she didn’t. Generally she was a flirt and if she got the brute all breathing heavy on her she knew how to cool him off. Besides; what brute didn’t have enough self control that he couldn’t just back off and give her some space? Again; she didn’t get herself into those kind of situations. She wasn’t some stupid slut who would do anything for a guy. It was the hellion who wanted her; and she could deny him if she pleased because she wasn’t the one who wanted anything. But then what the hell was she doing? Coming out when she knew the brutes would come to her so that she could just deny them a round. Perhaps it just made her feel that much more powerful. That was what she did some nights; tonight she was looking for something else. She wanted them to come and she wanted to engage in something with them. A conversation; a flirtation; which ever they pleased. What she wanted to do was put herself out there and get to know who else inhabited these lands. Because so far she hadn’t met any one who had impressed her.
Her violet optics fluttered open and she caught movement out of the corner of her optic. She hadn’t heard him in the water since she had been farther away and the gurgling of the river had covered it up. She pretended to take no notice in him but she had stopped her dance now. She dropped her dial and put her maw to the ground; nibbling at the grass. Her forelock covered her optic but she could see through and she could see him. He was something to look at; that was for sure. He was a paint; average markings for one but she had always found the markings of a paint intriguing. They were always completely unique; none were ever identical which was lucky for them. Say there were two ebony horses of thoroughbred blood; well they look fairly similar. At least her blood was unique to her. She didn’t know what she was made of but she knew no one could mimic it. Sure; she had a twin but they looked different from each other. Besides the fact that they were opposite genders he was more scruffy; taller and lanky while she was sleek and polished. He didn’t care about how he looked; yet he still managed to pull it off while she did care and made sure that she was perfect. It wasn’t difficult for her to stay that way though. She didn’t trudge through mud and she was quick and could easily pick her way through odd terrain. If she did get dirty then she bathed herself in a body of water. That was some sight to see; all the boys loved to watch that show. They liked to join her too but as soon as they did she left. She didn’t really like to have company when she was in the water. She remembered what she was doing with her dial down again; she was checking out this new brute. He was tall; at least as tall as her brother who was past seventeen hands high. That was pleasant; she always loved it when she had a big powerful brute by her. He looked to have some shire in him… And thoroughbred and then of course paint. What a mixture; it was good blood though. She was just going along with her assumptions though. He could have different blood in him; but to her that was what he looked like. He was handsome; definitely worth her time.
She raised her dial and as she did so she saw him coming toward her. He didn’t take to the shadows; nor did he gallop toward her. How pleasant; at least she knew he was a little different from the rest. She liked hellions who had a little difference to them. She didn’t favor those who hid in the shadows or the ones who came triumphantly galloping to her and rearing in her face. Those ones just pissed her off. Greasy bastards and over eager losers; please, they should just turn around and not even bother. Those were the ones she loved to deny; loved to crush their hopes. The shady ones would perhaps threaten her but she always kept her cool. Besides; she could always slip out of a difficult situation. She would like to have some friends who could help her out sometimes. She wanted equines know that she wasn’t one to be messed with and if they tried anything on her she could just call over one of her friends to take care of them. She had been in that kind of position of power before but now her friends were gone; back where there was nothing left for her. She needed new friends now; friends who weren’t just brutes. She loved to have them around but she also needed some girlfriends. Chaos shook her dial; moving her forelock out of her optics. She would deal the friend thing later; now she just needed to focus on him.
He was tall. And his greeting was classy. It was simple and smooth; she already liked him. A small grin crept onto her kissers and she moved forward a few steps. “Evening to you too. And a lovely one at that, isn’t it?” She asked. Her voice was melodic but it wasn’t sugar coated; in fact it was just how she looked; suave. She liked how he didn’t ask what she was doing out here; because it was obvious. For once she didn’t have some dunce asking her stupid questions. She wanted to circle him and get a better look but she held herself back. She didn’t know why she did it but she just had a feeling that she should be patient. She could wait even though she didn’t want to. She looked him up and down; tall and muscular. She wasn’t afraid of him; she was afraid of no brute. She was used to them and she knew how to slip away if needed. She knew she wouldn’t have to slip away from him though. She just might have to slip up to him instead. She did want to get closer; wrap herself around him. “I’m Chaos; now what’s your name, darling.” She breathed. She took a step closer and shifted her weight lightly. She didn’t know what it was about him; but she liked it. She knew she had to ignore that for this moment. By this liking him she would simply not totally ditch him first off. Yeah; she was giving him a chance and a head start in her mind; now she just wondered what he was going to be like.
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Status;; done
Words;; 1,306
Muse?;; yes-ish
Lyrics;; Like it or not by Madonna
Notes;; It's fine; I'm sorry I took so long.
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