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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on May 31, 2013 12:07:40 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Oh, she should not have eaten that plant. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Lithe legs tumbled over their sisters, tripping until her knees embedded into the moist, bog sod. Everything around her wasn't staying put. Why wasn't the ground stationary? Why did it dip around her hoof, creating a massive pit of nothing but black chasm. Desperate sapphire eyes glanced up. Snakes no longer hung from every branch, swallowing one another in an infinite loop. No longer did they drip dark, black acid from their eyes as they gazed upon her, licking their chops like ravenous wolves. Blood red bats fluttered about, mice, mouths dripping with foam, screaming from the clutches of their fangs. The trees, well, they were turning back into trees, were losing their black, yellow, and red candy-cane stripes, and shedding their shriveled shrunken heads that replaced their vibrant leaves.
Fresh blood pooled to the surfuce of her ebony knees as once more Anderson tripped over her groggy hooves, her hind joining her in the fresh, endless mud only seconds later. Azure eyes rolled her in her, unsure of which direction she should look or be weary of. Giant, colorful creatures of purple, pink, and mauve flew across the sky, through the shrunken head treeline, blocking out the golden brain that poured yellow, shimmering blood on the world. Pupils dilated, shrinking intensely, until it was but the smallest black island in the sea of crystalline blue. Legs shifted, rolled in motion, and twitched as if she were attempting to walk, but her mind didn't comprehend she was still laying in the mud. Embodiment trembled in fear. Eventually, she found her purchase, and drug herself back onto her stilts, millions of creepy crawling insects falling from her pelt and plopping back into the mud, where they hissed in rage.
There! A few clicks away was a break in all of the discolored madness, all of the swirling, unreal colors and demonic creatures. Normality was but a few yards away, perhaps a few car lengths. Eyes widened, head rolling and her body swaying with lack of balance. It wasn't that far away. She could manage it. One hoof stepped forward, encrusted with mud, the outer most layers already drying in the humid heat. Then another leg. And another. Walking seemed natural now. It came freely, as it had before those blasted alien plants. Sweat beaded across her pelt, staining it dark with fatigue and fever. Closer and closer it came through her struggling. There she tripped over a thorned snake that made her squeal lightly, though it was but a vine. Here she avoided a monster-frog-like creature flaring its frills in a display of threat, though it was but a regular fern. Shaken, Judge Anderson toppled the last few steps before she plummeted back into sepia mud, instead of blood stained sod. Eyes rolled, once again on her knees and resting on the ground, the trees no longer hanging over her and closing it, but leaning away and giving her room to breath, thinner than before. A toucan stared at her from atop a branch, cocking its head curiously. She quickly glanced to the sky. Virgin white clouds rolled overhead, blotting out the crisp, ever-blue sky.
The horrors she had seeen! They were almost unbearable. They haunted her mind. If she turned around, she could see them. See everything. The creatures waiting and the break between reality and Hell staring at her, calling for her to come back. A snort blew from her fire engine red nostrils, an exhale of pent up air attempting to relax her muscles, though none came. Constant blinking attempted to shoo away the horrors, but they lingered not far off. Ebony tresses clung to her sweaty hide in tendrils, slightly twisted on one another. Audits flicked around manically, hoping desperately no dangers found her while so vulnerable. How could she have been so stupid!
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Post by coraline on Jun 2, 2013 13:34:58 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/b] He haunts the shadows. His skeletal face marring any beauty. He will steal your soul. He carries death on every breath. The Reaper will come for us all. This strange song repeated itself through the creature’s mind. It was a song for him, sung from the lips of equines who wished to frighten others. He was The Reaper, the one that every equine knew about and feared. But the rumors were all false. He would not steal the souls of the equines he met. He would not kill for the fun of watching another bleed. In fact, Ankou was quite the opposite. He would not hurt a soul. He was a deeply caring creature. But his grotesque form would not allow anyone to find this out. They believed that because of his exposed bones and cursed body that he was the bringer of death. No one stopped to question, they all believe. He was a monster in stories and he could not live up to the tales but no one seemed to care. So the pathetic creature was left alone. Left to rot in his own sorrow. Travel the world blindly with no one for help. Death would not even grant him the grace of its presence; he was forced to live his wretched life. Thick hooves trek carefully through the thick mess of the bog. With every step his massive hooves sunk deep into the muck of the ground. Ankou’s ears laid flat back to his skull, becoming entangled into the thick mess that was his mane. This was not a good place for the equine to be. He was blind and therefor he could not know where he was going, he could not see any predators and this bog was chock full of them. So Ankou kept his senses sharp, listening for any smell or sound that seemed like it might be dangerous. He did not have a plan for how he would get away from this danger, but at least he would know if it was coming. But while the boy was focusing on danger he forgot to pay attention to where he was going. This caused one of his large hooves to get caught in a root that was hidden under the muck of the bog. This sent the massive form of the boy stumbling forward, but to his dismay the root led to a tree that was right in front of him. Ankou’s large head smacked hard into the bark of the tree that seemed to grow out of nowhere. Thankfully his head was thick enough that stars only floated about his vision for a few moments. Once the boy raised his head to continue on his trek the tree’s limbs seemed to reach down and grab a hold of his antlers. He was now entangled with the wood hands. Ankou was already quite frustrated and so he set out rearing and bucking, breaking every limb that dared to ensnare him. Because of this leaves and limbs became entangled in his horns and mane, but the stallion did not mind because he was now free. Now that Ankou was free of that mess he prepared himself to continue on his journey of finding a way out of this cursed bog. But as he took in a deep breath the stallion recognized a new scent. One that was only a few paces away from himself. There was another equine here. This information sent Ankou’s mind in a tizzy. He could not get away, the creature was too close. A terrified whinny escaped his bone maw. Maybe if they thought he was helpless they would leave. If not they would surely be put off by his massive size and grotesque looks. That was usually enough to send even the strongest and bravest equine running scared. And if they still chose to come to him? Ankou prayed that it would not be an equine that meant him harm. Hopefully they would see how broken he was and continue on their way, no one would befriend The Reaper. And if they meant him harm Ankou would just have to rely on his sheer brute strength. If that was enough then maybe sweet death would finally come to him and his waking nightmare would be over. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 4, 2013 10:14:09 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Judge Anderson continued to just lay here, eyes dilated, the nightmares around her whispering her name, hoping to lull her back into their realm of horrors to send her off on another terrifying loop. Whoever in their right mind would subject themselves to such events was daft in the head, and it was plainly obvious now why she and her partner had chased drugies down the streets of Wales now. Who knew what those idiots were capable of subjecting themselves to more of those hallucinogenics than she'd consumed. Once she'd felt off, a little weird, Anderson had stood stock still, processing what she was feeling, and how.
Frequently the young fae shook her nape, sending her ebony locks sputtering around her, attempting to shake away the hideous monsters lingering not to far. Eyes flickered, as if smacked with g-force velocity across her face, crystalloid blue eyes searching frantically for purchase in the real world. "Possible... judgements..... solitary..." Even her trained, in-grained, brain-washed job was difficult for her to grasp, and her body shook as if a delicate leaf clinging to a naked branch in the autumn. Despite everything slowly coming back to her, she struggled still.
Footfalls, and a small, weak nicker as to show he (it sounded like a he, anyways), meant no harm. Head swung around, body jolting with surprise. A ghastly sight stood not to far off, slightly obscured by the brush and moss ladden trees, though his skull was obvious. Literally, a tained skull hung to a nape, the rest of the body no better than the facade. Anderson's eyes grew wide a moment, before settling. Why be afraid? This... thing? was the first creature to show any sign of balance. He wasn't whispering ridiculous claims and heinous acts, but actually reacting as a true equine should. She assumed he only appeared so fearsome due to her run in with the plants.
"Sir!"
She called out, her English accent dribbled on a waning voice of uncertainty.
"Sir, please... I do not ask for help much, but you seem to be the first superficial soul I have seen today... could... could you please help a Judge in need?"
[/b] Limbs struggled to find their ground, slipping through the mud, slamming her body back down into the black muck. Now, her hide was covered in filth and grime, though it was the least of her worries. The world still spiraled, swirled, and moved around her limbs, taunting her with unreliable footing. Crystal optics glanced from her filth encrusted hooves to the stranger once more, expression pleading for once in the Judge's life. s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 400+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: <3 [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] and you mind is moving slow [/color][/b][/i][/size] go ask alice, I think she'll know [/color][/b][/i][/size]
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Post by coraline on Jun 4, 2013 10:35:42 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Smokey ears prick forward, waiting for any sign that the equine he could smell had heard him. Listening to be sure that whoever this was did not mean him any harm. Suddenly words filtered through the air, causing the beast to jump slightly. But these words were not aggressive. They called him sir. Sir? Wasn't that a respectful name? Ankou had called many that when he was a knight, he had been called that as well. But now? No one dared called him that. Not with his strange and monstrous looks. No one would call him anything but The Reaper. Not even call, more of screams of terror. Ankou shook his head at these thoughts. What a strange equine he had stumbled upon. His body turned slightly, trying to figure out where this equine was, his ears straining, hoping that she would speak again so that he could find her. Finally more words came from the mare. She asked for help. At this the large equine tilted his head. Help? She sure was a strange one. What amount of help could a broken down, haunted, blind equine provide her? Surely she had gone mad. And that word she used? Judge. Ankuo had not heard it for some time. While he worked as a knight he would bring in captives to the judge. Ones who had committed crimes. The judge would decide what their punishment would be and if they were actually guilty. That was what this mare was? Strange for one to be out alone. The judge that he knew never left the kingdom, was never far away from the King. Strange. But despite all of these things the creature slowly made his way towards where the sound was. His feet moved carefully through the bog, no need to go tumbling on top of this mare. That would surely not help her at all. As Ankou moved sharp noises came from the mare's position. This sent the stallion flying back a couple of paces. Was she attacking? But no. Ankou listened closely and he could hear the sound of struggle. Was she stuck? The stallion knew the feeling of being stuck, he felt it on a daily basis. His none sight would get him caught up in plenty of messes. So in theory this mare came to the right equine. But due to his grotesque form the stallion was not sure of how he could help. Once again the beast made his way towards the mare, stopping when he was close enough to hear her breathing. "I am not sure of how much help I can be ma'am." His deep voice was ruff, it had been a while since he had spoken. "But whatever you ask of me I will try to do as well as I can." If there were lips on his mouth the creature would smile, trying to show that he meant what he said. But instead he settle for a slight head bob, somewhat of a bow. Hopefully she would sense the sincerity in his words. And hopefully she would not ask him something of which he could not do. It had been so long since he actually had the chance to help someone. Ankou desperately wanted to help this mare, to fix whatever problem she had brought herself into. But surely he could not. What help would a monster be? A slow sigh escaped his mouth. But he kept his head strong, showing that he would try whatever she said. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 4, 2013 17:58:55 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Slowly, ever so slowly, the stallion crept closer and closer, cautiously maneuvering the terrain as if he couldn't... couldn't see. Wait... he couldn't see, could he? Each step was placed with such precision, there was no other way... A long, exasperated sigh escaped her maw, body slumping to the ground after another strained attempt to stand on an evasive world. Now she'd gone and done it! Made everyone extremely uncomfortable.
"I am not sure of how much help I can be ma'am. But whatever you ask of me I will try to do as well as I can."
Oh, and the poor stud was kind... Anderson stared into his void, glowing eyes, well, what was left of them. Her sapphire eyes blinked several times, the world started materializing back into reality.
"I-I... I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to burden you...
The dainty mare confessed, sucking her legs once more from the bog's black much, her underside and canons wrapped in the slosh, the outsides already caking in the intense humidity. Beneath her bay dun pelt, sweat beaded to the surface from her failed attempts to recollect herself. Triggers began snapping in her head, gears whirring back to life, as steadily her composure returned, and the effects of whatever plant she'd consumed began its descent into disappearing. Despite all of this, she'd gone and wrestled herself into the bog, fighting now with hidden roots and other forest undergrowth, as well as creating a slick footing. Her head dogged around several times, examining everything, the whispers of horrendous things fading away into Oblivion. Glancing back to the stallion, whom was still grotesque, he nodded, lipless and unable to smile. His expressed confidence was contagious, and a small grin broke through the rather hysteric expression upon the mare's graceful facade. Then, an idea.
"Sir, if... if you could just stand besides me, so that I have some sort of leverage, I believe I would be able to stand. I just need something to help put my weight againt, and well... you seem large enough to handle me."
Sucking sounds popped and cracked as she began to shift herself into a more concrete position, also stretching out her nape, and placing her mug upon his lowered cheek. It was a strange cold, touching bare, weathered bone, but she hoped he could somehow feel, and use it as a guide.
"I understand you may have some... personal obstacles, so I hope this helps with some... displacement issues. I understand if you do not think you can help."
Every word dropped from her lips was sincere, while also shaken. Of course, as a Judge she understood that certain civilians just weren't up for aiding authority figures in any fashion, especially when they didn't feel capable. There was no ill will she could possibly hold against in him the fact. Though, she would be lying if she said she wouldn't be disappointed if he left. Anderson just hoped if he did, he would turn someone in her direction.
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Post by coraline on Jun 5, 2013 12:34:51 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Her words broke through the once silent air. Saying that she did not mean to burden him. A slight chuckle rumbled from the stallion at this. Her burden him? No Ankou was the one who was burdening this mare. If he was a normal equine he would be able to help, but no, he was cursed with this grotesque form so that he could not help a soul. But that was not to say that he would not try. Oh no Ankou would try with all of his might to help this mare. Possibly the Gods would smile down upon his hideous form on this day and allow him the grace to perform the task that the mare asked of him. Surely he would be able to help, he was a large beast, so maybe that would come to his aide. "Do not worry yourself ma'am. I assure you I am the burden out of the two of us." Another dark chuckle rumbled from the beast. She was a strange one, but the stallion could feel her presence start to grow on him. She had not said anything cruel to him as of yet, and so she was much better than many of the equines that the boy had met before her. As Ankou allowed silence to come around the group of two he heard more sounds coming from the mare. The squish and pull of the mud allowed the boy to decipher that she was stuck in the bog. How this mare had managed to get herself into this mess was beyond the boy. He was a massive creature and still his form did not sink into a dangerous level of the bog. But Ankou was not judging, he would help her no matter the reason for this trap. Words finally lift from the mares maw, saying that if he could stand beside her she believed she could pull herself up. Then the stallion felt a presence on his bone face, causing him to throw his crown up in a deep flinch a worried snort coming from his nose. But after his initial fear died down he realized that the mare was just trying to show him where she was. It had just been so long since the beast had felt the touch of another equine, who would dare embrace this monster. This girl truly was strange. Still his head bobbed back down to a calm position. "My apologies ma'am, I startle easily." His words were sheepish, he hoped that his actions would not cause the mare to think lower of him. His life had caused him to become quite flighty, so that he would be able to evade danger. But she was not dangerous and Ankou knew this, so he let his guard down a bit. The mare's lyrics once more lift to the stallion's perked up ears, stating that she understood that because of his personal obstacles he might not be able to help her. Ankou could feel his ears fly straight back to his nape. But he gently shook them back up, no need for a temper, she was not trying to be rude. Was she? Either way the stallion would help her. A deep and meaningful snort escaped the beast's nose. He moved his massive body so that it was horizontal to where he believed this mare was. Then his left front leg bent down, his right bending, in a sort of bow. So that the mare would be able to reach him to pull herself up. Ankou pulled his massive wings up tight against his body, hoping that they would not get in the way. His head bobbed easy, showing the mare that he meant to help. "Is this alright?" His question was sincere, he hoped that he had come close to the mare but he was not entirely sure. "I can move if needed, ma'am." His head bobbed kindly. He would make any movements that the mare would need to get out of this mess. "Just... Warn me..." A sheepish laughter rolled from his bone teeth. He did not want to go flinching away at her touch and getting her into even more trouble. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 6, 2013 12:18:46 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other "Do not worry yourself ma'am. I assure you I am the burden out of the two of us."
Had the stallion not chuckled, Judge Anderson would have felt a pang of guilt for having even brought up the word burden in the first place. As a creature blessed with perfect vision, smell, sight, and body she did not quite grasp the ramifications the smallest of words could have on a soul already broken and bruised from torment and self loathing. Forcing a lump down her throat, the mare shifted a bit, laying down for once proving to be rather uncomfortable than its typical relaxing nature. If her parents could see her now, they would scoff and torment her for such ridiculous follies in her conduct. Surely, she'd be expelled from the Wales forces if someone were to find out! A sadness welled deep in her heart, churning ever so gently. None of that mattered anymore. She couldn't go back to Wales if she wanted to.
As the stallion retreated from her touch, she took jerked back in surprise, an obvious instinctual reaction, that despite all her training, she could not control. Legs doggedly pulled from the muck, finding mild purchase from the slight spook, and Anderson found herself propped up with a little more potential. Heh. Seemed that wasn't all bad, though she mentally scoffed herself for being so rude. Could she make any more mistakes today? Honestly!
"My apologies ma'am, I startle easily."
"No, no. I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."
[/b] She quickly, and most profusely, apologized immediately to the stallion, watching as he slowly came back to her, using cautious steps. Azure eyes studied him, free to examine as she desired without scrutiny from the blind creature. He seemed at one time handsome, until whatever magics deformed his exterior into such a hellish sight. A kindness bubbled from him, though there were strong hints of fear and overall caution poisoning it. Why not, though? Surely he was not regarded the same as say Thanatos, who was handsome and had all worldy amenities. A frown tugged at her lips, though her hopes from his genial attitude kept her from doing so. Watching curiously as he moved to her side, adept at navigating without his sight already, he somehow managed to get close enough to still provide assistance. All she needed was some strong roots, and his legs and stance served well enough. "Is this alright? I can move if needed, ma'am. Just... Warn me..."Swallowing another lump in her throat, Anderson nodded several times, short actions, mimicking her fellow's. Though, she recalled he could not see, and once again went into a mental fit scolding herself for being so dim witted. "That's just fine, thank you... I-uh... Okay. Well, consider this your warning."Carefully, she brought her neck up and over his thick nape, resting it gently at first while she tugged her weary legs from the mud lock. "I apologize in advance if I pull to harshly, sir. Thank you, again."Her words were muffled with embarrassment, though clear and concise enough to make out audibly. The poor Judge had never been so humiliated in all her days, and she hoped that somehow she could repay the stallion for his kindness, and prove to him that she, a Judge, was not some low, little, pathetic mare whom frolicked through dangerous locations haphazardly, waiting for her Prince Charming. And, with the slow, brooding irritation fueling her, she wrapped her neck around his, and tugged, attempting to pull her hooves from the confines of the black bog. Pshlop. One apricot hoof came shooting out like a rocket, the mud sucked clean off of it, leaving only streamline markings to indicate her once terrible predicament. With a small, mare-ish grunt, she shifted, unfurling her nape from his own as to assess the situation once more. She'd freed her left forehoof, the furthest to the stallion. This wasn't all bad. Shoulder still resting on his shoulder, she used her left fore to push up, and used the demonic looking stallion as a temporary "right" limb, using her refined shoulder muscles to lift a little as well. Shlurp. A second forehoof came free, though much more painful than the last, causing Anderson to wince. Resting it now on the more purchasable ground, her forelegs tugged her hinds from the palpable mud, attempting now to use more her own strength than to push and pull on her new acquaintance. Several moments of trial, and her hinds came suctioning out of the goo, and she caught herself as all her weight was thrown forward at a slow jog. Panting slightly, she glanced back at the thick, churned mud, down at herself, than back to the skull face of the stallion. She came around him, opposite of her previous trap, and brushed against his shoulder quickly and lightly. "Thank you, sir, I'm out. I couldn't have done it without your kind assistance. My name is Anderson, by the way. Judge Anderson."s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 500+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: <3 [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] and you mind is moving slow [/color][/b][/i][/size] go ask alice, I think she'll know [/color][/b][/i][/size]
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Post by coraline on Jun 6, 2013 19:35:09 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] As the stallion flinched away from the mare’s gentle touch he could feel the air around the group of two shutter, showing that she had jerked away from his sudden movements. At this the stallion silently cursed his flightiness. Because of it he had shied away from nothing but a simple touch that was meant to show him where the mare was, and in the process he had frightened the mare. In that moment, like many others, the stallion wished that he could be just another normal equine. If he was then he would have sight to be able to see this mare that had been so kind to him. And if Ankou was not cursed with this gruesome form then he would not have had his tormented past, so he would not be as flighty as he was. If that was true then Ankou would have already been able to help this mare escape from her trap, she would be free, and he would have helped someone. But no, he was cursed with this pathetic, scared, form. He could not help anyone, not that anyone would want help from him, no one wanted to come that close to The Reaper. Well, except for this strange mare. A sad sigh escaped the beast’s bone maw, the thoughts of his past always managed to depress the boy. But he nodded his bone head to show the mare that he was alright. No need to show her just how terribly depressed he was. Surely she had somewhat guessed, just by his monstrous body, but there were no words to describe how tormented and dark his mind had become. But this mare did not need to know these things. After the stallion’s apology the mare gave him one of her own. At this the stallion chuckled lightly. How long had it been since he had laughed this much? Surely it had to be many years. “No worries, ma’am.” After his words the stallion once more bobbed his head, showing that he was sincere with his words. A few moments after the stallion kneeled down by where he believed the mare to be her lyrics lifted to his perked ears. She said that his position was fine. Good, at least she would not think he was completely incompetent. Then she told him that she was giving him her warning. At this the stallion firmly planted his hooves into the bog, so that the mare would not pull him on top of her, which would not help at all. Ankou could feel the mare’s head arch over his thick neck and thankfully his muscles did not flinch away from her touch. She then apologized if she pulled too hard, but the stallion shook his massive head slightly. “I assure you I can handle it.” His words bounced with a soft laugh. But he braced himself more, so that he could handle whatever force she put upon him. A few moments later the stallion could feel the mare begin to pull herself from the muck of the bog. It was a struggle but soon the stallion heard the telltale pop of a leg being pulled from the mud. She then began to pull even more, her shoulder resting on his to brace herself. As this leg came shooting out from the mud the mare gave a slight wince. At this Ankou twisted his head around towards her, daring to grace her skin with a slight nudge, checking to make sure she was okay. But Ankou knew that this wince was just from pain from pulling the leg from the muck, so he turned his head back to its forward position. Once more the mare pulled herself. Finally all of the mare’s legs came flying out of the muck, the force sending her rushing forward and past the stallion. For many moments there was silence around the stallion. The thought that she had left entered the beast’s mind. She had gotten her help from him and now she had run for the hills, just like every other equine Ankou had met. He did not blame her. He would leave too. A sigh escaped him, his head slightly drooping, the thought of whether he should leave or not rumbling about in his mind. But then the stallion felt a presence of something brush against his shoulder. His head once again lifted, she had stayed. At this fact the stallion felt something that he had not felt in many years, glee. The mare then spoke to the stallion. She thanked him once more, saying that she could not have gotten out without his help. She then spoke her name, Anderson, then adding the title judge to the beginning. Ankou allowed this name to tumble about in his mind, and he decided that he quite like it. “It was a pleasure to be able to help you, Miss Judge Anderson.” Ankou was not sure of which name to call her, and so he settled for the more formal one, so that he would not anger her. The stallion then pondered over the thought of telling her his name. Surely she had heard the stories; every equine in Aeon had heard them. This mare had been kind to him so far, she had stayed, so she did not care about his appearance. But would she care about his rumors? The stallion decided that he would take that chance. “They call me Ankou.” After his words the stallion gave a bow to where he believed the mare to be, careful not to hit her with his antlers. Then the stallion waited. She could easily turn away from him once she learned who he really was. Or, what Ankou desperately hoped and wished would happen, she could chose to not care about his rumors and stay with him. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 7, 2013 10:10:10 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other "No worries, ma'am. I assure you I can handle it.”
Anderson stood there besides him, her vibrant eyes examining him most intensely. She wouldn't have been so bold as to do so with someone who could see how she looked at him, though it wasn't as if she was being rude or mean, no. Merely her eyes swallowed every torn piece of flesh, exposed bone, and strange appendage as if she'd never seen such a thing. Crania turned side ways, lowered and raised, and her orbs just followed the trails of his grotesque body. If she knew any better, she would have assumed him the walking dead. But, this place didn't hold that many secrets... did it? He nodded, reassuring her that he was in fact alright. A small smile crossed her mug when he chuckled and laughed at her comments. Anderson was under the impression that he had somehow found some solace and joy while helping her, whether it was just the idea of helping somehow, or if it was that he was just enjoying her stammering company.
Upon her introduction, the stallion seemed to lift up. Had spirits been visible, surely his was rising, and had he facial muscles, she was positive he would have been smiling. Infectious, she smiled as well, her features wrinkled with a bright, girly glow. Her mother and father had scoffed at this personal feature, seeing as a Judge, a decider of others' fates, shouldn't be so jovial and exuberant, but this wasn't Wales. She could allow herself some freedoms.
“It was a pleasure to be able to help you, Miss Judge Anderson.”
He paused a moment. Anderson's smile faded ever so slightly, seeing contemplation behind the dimly glowing lights in his sockets. Strange, that her training allowed her to read people so well... but, she just knew there was something going on in the stallion's mind, something dark, like brewing storm clouds over a churning, frothy sea.
“They call me Ankou.”
Ankou. Anderson smiled once more, and nodded her head in return to his bow, despite the stallion not being able to see her reactions.
"It is a great pleasure, Ankou. Please, though, no need for miss. I'm not nearly that deserving. Judge will do just fine."
Sincerity oozed from her lyrics, her British accent rolling from her tongue as if liquid words, honey in motion and sugar in taste. Another trait her parents disapproved of, though there was nothing they could physically do about it. She took several shuffled steps closer to him, hooves plopping in the mud as she did so, coming abreast him. She could feel the heart of his body, whether it was from infections in his open wounds or just a high body temperature, she did not know, and there was no way in the Gods names she was going to inquire about it.
s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 500+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: The whole "knowing he felt thing" is her Psionics ability working, though she was unaware of it. She doesn't realize she has it yet, nor does she know how to work it. She just constantly assumes that her instincts and intuition are super strong, haha.
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Post by coraline on Jun 7, 2013 21:27:01 GMT -5
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Ankou
Falling Inside The Black,
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[/i] Ankou could feel the mare’s eyes fall over his form. At this the stallion slightly tightened his muscles. He knew just how horrifying his looks were. He knew that many equines would look over him and take in the grotesque scene and run. Surely the mare had already noticed his form, how could someone not. At these previous short looks at his coat the mare did not shy away, much like any other equine would. But now she was actually looking, closely. He knew that she was taking in the whole of his monstrous features. And there was a part of his mind echoing that she was going to run. It was nothing against this mare’s character. Ankou had just been run from so many times that he had grown to expect it. But like so many times before this mare did not do the expected, she did the exact opposite. Even though this mare could now see all of Ankou’s outside flaws, all of his open wounds and devilish appendages, she only looked. There was no sign from the mare that she was going to flee, no frightened gasps, only her quizzical eyes flitting about his coat. Because of this the stallion’s respect for the mare grew. She did not mind his awful looks, she stayed despite them. Maybe it was because of him. But that was preposterous. It would be too much of a gift, for someone to actually like him for him, and Ankuo did not deserve any gifts. As the mare looked Ankou over he once again wished for eyes. He dearly wanted to see what this mare looked like. He knew about how tall she was, feeling her shoulder height against his, but that did not show him anything. Surely she was beautiful; any equine that would treat someone like him so well would have to be blessed with angelic looks. Even though the stallion wished for eyes Ankou’s lack of sight somewhat gave him a blessing. It pulled him apart from most other equines. He was allowed to not judge upon appearance. He could truly get to know someone, despite any flaws in their looks without judging. He would get to know them for them, and the stallion was somewhat glad for this. Though he still found himself wishing for sight. The mare’s gentle words woke Ankou from his thoughts. She told him that it was a pleasure to meet him. At this the stallion’s massive head gently tilted to the sides. So, she had not heard the rumors of his horrendous actions? Or maybe she was not one for believing in rumors. That did indeed sound like something the mare would believe in, not gossiping or listening to rumors. A slight chuckle rolled from his bone teeth, this mare was truly beginning to grow on him. Next the mare added that he need not call her miss, only judge, she was not deserving of miss. But at this the stallion slightly shook his head. “I am sure that the pleasure is all mine, ma’am.” His head bobbed once more in a bow to where the mare’s voice was coming from. She was now much closer to him, a fact that the stallion would normally not like, but from this mare he did not mind the closeness at all. “And I am sure that you deserve whatever high title you wish.” His words were sincere, she had been so kind to him that surely she was deserving of anything. One more bob of the head came from Ankou, then he decided to let the mare in a tad bit, to tell her how sweet she had been to him. “I would like to thank you, Judge Anderson. You have been much kinder to me than many of the equines I stumble upon. I am very grateful for that.” His words were much smoother now that he had been speaking to this mare for a while, which allowed his truthful feelings to show through. His ears prick up, listening for the mare’s response. Hopefully his words would not frighten her away. That was the exact opposite of his intentions. He wanted this mare to know just how grateful he was to her. He wanted her to want to get to know him. Was that too much to hope for? Only time would tell. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 9, 2013 17:02:46 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Silence fell over the stallion's lips, though his still rang clearly with communication. Head nodded, turned, or twitched now and again to signal he was listening or searching for her, attentive to where the mare decided to go. Emotions were painted on his frame, from the slightest twitch to the massive movements, it was quite easy to read the general aura of his subconscious. It wavered. Anderson briefly had flashes of gray, blue, then yellows and pinks in her head, small mists rolling about her inner dream box. Lids blinked frequently and a slight bob of her mug shooed away the strange vision, clasping her eyes shut for a few brief moments before flicking them open, turning back to her new found friend.
“I am sure that the pleasure is all mine, ma’am.”
Anderson grinned to herself, head turning from him and glancing about the bog a moment while she mentally and emotionally composed herself. It was a slow process now, due to the rather terrible trip she'd just experienced. First time for everything, right? Wrong. She wasn't fond of the idea of reliving such a terrible, nightmarish incident. Sapphire eyes glanced back to her blind friend, head still bobbing and standing there besides her, his muscles clenched as if there was some sort of pent up anxiety below his torn flesh. Every form of expression slowly faded from her expression as she considered the notion that he was uncomfortable in some way. From the pits of his eye sockets, to trailing the length of his feathered legs, and the clenched phalanges of his wings. Inner demons were tormenting the poor thing, obviously, though he was outwardly trying to mask such pains with chuckles, laughs, and reassuring head nods that he was indeed fine. Her pink tongue slid between her dry velveteens, massaging them a moment with moisture in thought, audits swiveling atop her dial as her orbs once again scanned the perilous location they so made their meeting grounds.
I would like to thank you, Judge Anderson. You have been much kinder to me than many of the equines I stumble upon. I am very grateful for that.”
Smoothly she turned back to him, disregarding the low hanging vines that she had momentarily studied for dangers, and another brief, fleeting smile graced her petite facade before drifting away, her professionalism infecting the pleasant, flighty, girlish wit that she'd displayed earlier. Quick, rapid analyses of their surroundings fired off in her head, the fogginess of the hallucinations replaced by her accustomed thoughts. Potential danger surrounded them in every which direction. Pulling herself away from her Judge tendencies, honey sand in lyrics again.
"Everyone deserves kindness, my friend. Whether from strangers or life long friends. It is foolish of them to be so rude. It will come back around to haunt them in some fashion, I assure you."
A slight assertiveness overcame her final proclamation, a sternness driven into her from her criminal chasing past. Had she been there, surely she would have stepped forth and taught those ass-hats a lesson.
"Now, Ankou, I believe it is my turn to help you. Perhaps we should leave this place? Its quite crowded, and... well, obviously not as safe as other places we could hold conversation."
Airiness returned to her tone for a moment, though her sincerity and seriousness was still laced throughout.
s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 450+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: i love rping them together <3
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Post by coraline on Jun 10, 2013 20:30:52 GMT -5
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Ankou
Falling Inside The Black,
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[/i] As the couple of two stood around silently the stallion could hear the telltale sound of lips lifting from teeth in a smile. He too would have made this move if he was capable, making this kind mare happy in any sort of way made the stallion’s blood buzz in his veins. It was strange to Ankou that he actually liked being around this mare. Most of the time the stallion preferred to stay in the shadows unseen and unnoticed. He would try his hardest to not be around other equines, to not speak to them. And if he had to come into contact with them he would leave as soon as he could. Either that or the other equine would tease and poke until her left or they would run in fear. But this mare was so different. Ankou actually liked her companionship. He did not want her to leave; he wished that she would stay for quite a long time. Maybe it was because she was so sweet; she did not mind his grotesque looks at all. She did not run from him like everyone else. She stayed and laughed and smiled, she made him happy with her happiness. Ankou told himself that he was just this happy because he was lonely, but a place far back in his mind whispered of something else. Though his mind would not allow this to come to light at all. It was preposterous. Finally the silence was shattered by the mare’s voice, taking the stallion’s thoughts away from the strange things in his mind. She told him that everyone deserved kindness, that the ones who were rude to him would get it back. But those words were not what caught the stallion’s attention. She had called him friend. At this Ankou’s ears prick up. It had been so long since he heard that word. Friend. It meant that someone actually wanted to be close to him, to be a companion, to get to know him. How many years had it been since he had an actual friend? Ever since he came through the portal and was turned into this gruesome thing Ankou had not been close to anyone. No one wanted to be friends with The Reaper. But now this mare was calling him by that word. His blood buzzed once more, but he kept all of these thoughts to himself, no need to scare this mare off. And all of those strange feelings were sure to frighten her, so his mouth would keep shut from those emotions. “Ah but ma’am I would not wish any of my past upon even my worst enemy. They have their own guilt to deal with, which is all they need.” His head bobs slowly through his words, showing that he meant what he said. The stallion somewhat liked her assertive tone. It showed a bit into her character, something that the stallion had not been able to decipher, other than she was a kind and sincere equine. Once more her words lifted into the air. She asked if she could now help him. Saying that there were plenty of places where they could have a conversation that would be much safer. Once more his head perked up at the thought of going anywhere with this mare. His head bobbed with his kind of smile at where the mare’s voice came from. “I would love to accompany you to a much more comfortable place.” Once more his head bobbed, his ears flicking forward so that he could hear if the mare walked off and he could follow. Hopefully neither of them would end up getting themselves in another mess. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 11, 2013 10:25:47 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Sapphire orbs shifted from Ankou back to the treacherous bog around them, each of her features pulled taunt upon her skull as she regarded the rainforest with a far more analytical glare. Her trained eyes were returning, the fogginess of uncertainty fading, drifting away in the small, nearly unnoticeable breeze that penetrated the think forest. Liquid pools littered the grounds around their muddy clearing, waiting to swallow one of them with the even slightest of off steps. Low hanging vines threatened to strangle them, while clumps of Bloody Mary shook ever so slightly at the idea of something larger than them approaching. Why in the world had she even considered taking a short cut through here? That's why she'd been here, that was it! How stupid... A frown pulled her lips down, and she was disgusted with her own stupidity once again.
“Ah but ma’am I would not wish any of my past upon even my worst enemy. They have their own guilt to deal with, which is all they need.”
Anderson's head snapped back to Ankou, hooves taking a few tentative steps forward, audits listening to both he and the world around them. Halting, she processed what exactly he had said for a moment. It was extremely intelligent, and very insightful. She'd have to compliment him on it sometime, though the firings in her brain weren't directing her towards idle conversation at the particular moment. Nonetheless, she nodded to him.
"That is very true. Guilt is the strongest of emotions, I feel."
[/b] He bobbed his head towards her once more. “I would love to accompany you to a much more comfortable place.”A fleeting smile played upon her lips, but it fell just as quickly as it had appeared. Such a kind hearted fellow for such a curse upon his exterior. Anderson was sure it was a keystone for many heartaches. The mud sucked at her hooves as she stepped, threatening to suck off her remaining shoe. The rest of her attachments to her homeland had been long pulled off in some fashion or another. She supposed it wouldn't be terrible to lose the last one on a physical basis, though she inwardly feared the idea that her last tie to Wales would be lost in this alien world's muck. "If my navigation skills prove as sharp as they typically are, this direction will lead us out of the bog the quickest. We can take whatever pace you're comfortable with, I can easily match it. I can take lead, and stay as close as you need."s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 500+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: <3 [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] and you mind is moving slow [/color][/b][/i][/size] go ask alice, I think she'll know [/color][/b][/i][/size]
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Post by coraline on Jun 11, 2013 10:53:37 GMT -5
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Ankou
Falling Inside The Black,
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[/i] Ankou could tell that Anderson's mind was not on him. He could hear her head swiveling about, telling him that her eyes were searching the bog. Most likely this was to judge a good way to get out of this bog that was turning out to be a death trap. Ankou could feel the urge to draw her attention back to him, he wanted her to pay attention to him, to look at him. He loved the feeling of having her eyes on him. But of course he would not act on those emotions. She was trying to help them from this dangerous terrain, and Ankou trying to bring her attention back to him would only seem pathetic and rude. Those were not things that the stallion wanted this mare to think of him, so he kept quite, listening to her survey the surroundings. She seemed like a smart mare, trying to find a safe way out, not just jumping to conclusions. So the stallion wondered why on earth she had gotten stuck. If she was as smart as the stallion believed her to be it seemed preposterous that she would get herself stuck. But even the smartest made mistakes. So, he would not ask. Surely she would not be happy about this mistake and Ankou did not want to make her feel even more self-conscious about it. She seemed to like his reply to her statement that everyone got what they deserved. This made Ankou happy. Maybe he was growing on her, this made the boy happy and perk up once more. Anything that would make this mare like him more Ankou would try to duplicate. The mare replied to his statement, saying that guilt was the strongest emotion. At this Ankou somewhat deflated. He knew much about guilt being strong. His whole life in this strange land was riddled with guilt. He was the reason that his family was dead. If he had only stayed, he could have saved them. But no he ran like a coward, only to return to the sight of his whole family slaughtered. He was the reason for their death. He was a murderer, a traitor. A soft sigh escaped him at these thoughts, he did not dare to speak to her reply, afraid that his words would give him away. So, the stallion only nodded his head. Sincerely agreeing with her statement. Guilt was strong, he knew this very well. Her words one again lifted to his ears. Saying that if her navigation skills were still strong a certain way would lead them out of this bog. She then said that she could lead them out at whatever pace. Ankou bobbed his head in his smiling way. She sure was sweet, trying to make him comfortable. Ankuo gently shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts that entered his mind earlier. "If you wouldn't mind to keep your movements slow so that I can try and not stumble over things." A soft laugh accompanied his words, so that she knew he did not feel harshly towards his looks, even though that was a lie. Then he slightly moved his body to be closer to where the mare was. "If you could keep any part of you close to my shoulder I believe I could follow quite easy." His head nodded once more. Hopefully she would take this offer. Ankou was rather excited about the idea of getting out of this awful place with the mare. Maybe once they were out they could actually speak of things other than this bog. Possibly he could grow on her more. This thought made the boy lighten up even more, his ears now pricked forward towards the girl. A happy look entering the way that he held his head. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 13, 2013 19:10:53 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Anderson took a moment to study the stallion's expressionless face a moment, trailing the dark stains along the curves of the skull, fixating a few moments on the eerie green glow of his eyeless sockets. Surely his appearance would unsettle the calmest of minds. The mare would be lying if she said she hadn't been slightly surprised this was his real appearance and not her hallucination. However, she wasn't one to judge on the exterior of others. Many of the equine here were plagued or blessed. She just wasn't one of them, and therefore truly had no room to belittle or exalt them.
"If you wouldn't mind to keep your movements slow so that I can try and not stumble over things."
Ankou's meager laughter was contagious, and a smile broke through her stone facade, a light, airy chuckle rolling from her lips. Surely there was truth behind the matter though, and she made a mental note on it.
"Of course. I didn't plan on racing."
Amusing herself, her grin broadened a bit, before her eyes flicked off again to the bog, snapping back moments later to the parting of bone.
"If you could keep any part of you close to my shoulder I believe I could follow quite easy."
Ah, an obvious and quite simple motive to their travel. A confidant smile proclaimed the mare's face, and she nodded in affirmative, before tracing her hooves through the moist sod back a set. Leaning slightly, she grazed the lithe and lean muscles of her hip on his powerful shoulder, her tail accompanying with a light pat. Every movement she made was measured and consistent, in hopes not to startle him with a single quick jab or the like.
"That's my hip. I am going to stay a few strides ahead, just to make sure I can alter our course if need be before we're both tangled in something. Feel free to reach for me if need be, if you need to. It won't bother me none."
She flashed another small smile, again despite the fact he could not see. Following, her first fore-hoof lifted, placing itself into the soil with a low thud, before the rest of her pistons followed suite, very slowly at first, so that Ankou knew full well they were starting off, and he was able to locate her if need be. Eventually, once out of the clearing she'd so clumsily captured herself in, she took slightly brisker steps, though nothing one would consider quick. Sapphire eyes focused forward, taking into note all the low hanging limbs and vegetation.
"Duck, Ankou."
Lowering her head as if to guide his own, she cleared a thick series of tangled vines that were no where in danger of snatching her small frame, glancing back to make double sure Ankou traversed it safely.
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