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Post by coraline on Jun 13, 2013 22:10:55 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Massive pillars soon find a substantial change in terrain. No more was the sinking feeling of heavy hooves in the muck of the bog. Now his hooves trod onto solid ground. As the boy's legs move along this new ground his feathered feet began to feel the tickle of long grass. This was a tell tale sign that the two had made it out of the bog. A happy whinny bounced from the stallion's maw, his front two legs lifting so that he was only on his hind legs. While in this stance the stallion's head twisted excitedly about. Once all four feet landed back on solid ground the stallion bounced happily. His head nodded towards the sound of the mare that had accompanied him, asking her to join into the celebration. They had made it out of that terrible bog. No more vile mud and perilous trees. Now there was only plains. Ankou knew this place well, it was where he had been before he made his idiotic trip into the bog. Now that there were no trees to cover the steed sun beat down on his ebony pelt, allowing him a sweet heat. His massive body shook, allowing the dust and debris that had settled onto his coat from the bog to be thrown off of him. A happy nicker was placed towards the mare, was she as happy to be out of that mess as he was? But Ankou knew that he was not only happy to be free of the bog. Sure he was glad that he would not be trapped in trees or deep mud, but there was much more to it. Ankou was happy because now that the group of two was free of the muddy forest they would actually be able to speak to one another. Their conversations would not have to be molded around the hazards of the bog. They were free to speak of whatever they liked. This meant that Ankou would be able to learn about this mare who had been so kind to him. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her. But what if she didn't want to know him? What if now that they were free all she wished to do was leave his hideous form. And even if she did want to learn about him would she accept his murderous past? Surely she would turn away from him once she knew what a monster he truly was. And he would not blame her at all. A deep sigh wracked the boy's body. The excitement seemed to drain from Ankou's form. His body now standing stock still. But he allowed his head to be held high in a happy way, so that he would not worry the mare. That was the last thing he wanted to do. The boy's shinning green eyes turn to where he last heard the mare move, glancing on her form as if he could actually see her. Oh how he wished that he could see her. "Well ma'am it seems as if we have made it out of that horrid place alive." He allowed a small chuckle to roll from his lips, but it was not as happy as before. He knew that he was going to lose this mare. Lose the one equine who had been kind to him. She would run from him sooner or later. He would be left alone with only a memory. A memory of the lovely past that was torn away from him because of what he was. A monster. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jun 14, 2013 8:53:24 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other The golden medallion of the sky soon drowned them in warm rays that permeated through the thinning trees and seemed to uplift both their spirits. Muddy legged and somewhat tired, at least on Anderson's front, the two came crawling out of the bog, safe and sound. The stallion to her side seemed to harbor much joy in the matter, for his exuberant rears and nickers of excitement boomed from her hip. Glancing back, she could not help but laugh, and lifted her own fore leg high, and pawed at the ground with exaggerated strides. Though, quickly the tension and inflammation that had worked itself into her fetlocks caused her to stop, wincing slightly. She continued on with Ankou with a small limp.
From her side, she heard a forlorn sigh. Azure eyes glanced back once more to the monster following her, only to see he was holding his head high, as if confidant, intrigued, or happy. This had to be a front. The sigh was nothing of those three, and Anderson knew better than to allow him to trick her into thinking he was alright. She could tell, now, from their traveling that he masked his inner thoughts with bobs of his head or false masks of happiness.
"Is something the matter, Ankou?"
Petite hooves sliced through the tall blades of verde grass with ease, eventually coming to a halt once she heard her companion halt. Instead of glancing back, the mare tuned sharply, rolling herself around so the she came face to face with her new found friend. Here, without the trees to make everything seem much smaller than it was, Ankou seemed to much taller, nearly dwarfing the lithe mare. A steady inhale and exhale rolled from her nostrils as she tore her orbs from the wounded section of his body while studying his height, and back to his eyeless sockets, whose light was searching for her.
"Well, ma'am, it seems as if we have made it out of that horrid place alive."
A light smile claimed her features.
"Yes, that we have. Please, though, Ankou, we are far from acquaintances now, call me Anderson."
[/b] Sweet, honeysuckle vocals danced from her lips and twirled into the birdsong ladden atmos. The natural chorus of the Lush Steppe dominated in aesthetics over the Bog. A moment, Andersoon surveyed the grounds around them, checking for others, though there were none to be found. Inwardly, she wasn't necessarily sure why she'd done it, or if she'd wanted someone to be there or not. Without an answer, she dismissed her own peculiar actions and smoothly turned back to her friend. s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 400+ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: c: [/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 21, 2013 22:31:13 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] The stallion could feel a slight change in the air, which allowed him to know that the mare was joining him in the happy dance. At this the massive creature began to toss his head even more, a joyful whinny bursting from his lips. Massive legs lift up and fall down in a strange sort of prance, his form much too large to make the graceful prance that smaller equine's could do. But Ankou did not really mind what he looked like, if she did not care about his strange looks surely she would not care about his looks at all. And so he allowed his joy to seep out from him. He wished that he could smile, wished that he could show this mare just how happy he was in the way that most would. But he had to settle for this strange dance. His thick banners trail gently behind him, some of his mane ended up getting caught in the vines and leaves in his antlers. Surely he was a strange sight. A monster acting joyful. It would be quite the sight. As the creature's mood deeply dropped into a solemn sort it seemed as if the mare noticed, even though his head was held high. Curse his soft sigh, that must have been what gave it away. She sweetly asked him if something was wrong. At this Ankou gently shook his head. He could not explain to the mare his emotions. He could not tell her that he was sorrowful of the thought of her not wanting to stay with him. That would run her off even more than his looks. "No ma'am, I am only tired from that journey." His head bobs along with his words. "A walk like that is hard on a equine of my size." He gently laughs, hoping to coax the mare into believing him. It was true, the equine's bones were popping with his movements, his muscles slightly aching. As the stallion stopped his movements he could hear the mare do so as well. Well, she had not left yet. This meant that maybe she did not want to leave. Maybe she actually wanted to stay with him. Or she could just be being nice. Ankou would not allow himself to get his hopes up, though his mood does slightly lighten. Once their movements were stopped the mare spoke out. Saying that they had made it, then she added that he could just call her Anderson. Well, that was something that a friend would do. Right? So did she consider him a friend? His veins buzzed happily. That was a step forward. "Alright, Anderson." He tested out just that name on his tongue. He quite liked it. As the couple stood out in the openness of the valley a sweet breeze began to blow on the stallion, the sun gently beating down on his back. It felt wonderful and Ankou found himself wishing that he could see the sight. "Tell me, Anderson, is this land as beautiful as it feels?" As he spoke the stallion allowed his bare skull to face towards the breeze, his mane blowing with it. He hoped it was. He hoped that this mare was enjoying the beauty of the place much like Ankou was, even though he could not see it. He could feel it. And it felt amazing. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jul 6, 2013 13:48:45 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Body rounded forward, her back lifting, audits sliding forth, shoulders slipping back comfortably. With a deep inhale, she attempted to relax the coiled muscles that plagued her. They did so slightly, though refused to allow her complete freedom from her own personal tension. She supposed it was enough. Besides, the fact he could now see it would help her. Or could he feel it? Her moist tongue licked her bottom lip, quietly as possible, sapphire orbs flicking up to the daring glowing sockets of her fellow as he spoke.
"No ma'am, I am only tired from that journey. A walk like that is hard on a equine of my size."
The mare merely nodded, examining his skull for features, thought it was void and null. Perhaps it was best for her to let it be. No need question a new friend - it can be rude and intrusive. Instead, she cocked a hind leg as to provide herself more comfort, and perked her ears forward, a light and airy smile upon her mug as she awaited patiently his words to follow, her black tail flicking back and forth regularly as to shoo flies.
"Alright, Anderson. Tell me, Anderson, is this land as beautiful as it feels?"
A giggle broke through her obsidian muzzle, glancing downward briefly. Emerald blades lulled back and forth in the ever present gales, all the while flowers dancing alongside them. Their flora perfume prevailed, almost sickeningly so, drowning their nostrils with their vast array. Clear blue skies overhead were dotted with but two fluffy, white, perfect clouds that drifted slowly across their endless canvas to only the Gods knew where. There was almost a coincidence that only two clouds drifted so carelessly through the heavens, and only two equids stood below them in the heavenly steppe.
"Yes, I must agree. The glades are very lovely. Clear skies, green oceans of grass flecked with brightly colored flowers. Its as if someone designed it to be picturesque."
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Post by coraline on Jul 7, 2013 17:44:09 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Ankou listened intently for the mare's words, wanting to know desperately just how beautiful this land was. He hoped it was perfect, for that was what the mare so close to him deserved. She deserved everything beautiful, everything good. As Ankou listened he heard a soft, bell like sound, which he soon realized was the mare's laughter. Ebony ears flick towards the sound, how happy it was. The beast wondered what it would be like to be that happy, to be able to actually give a laugh of happiness instead of one to cover up the endless sorrow that he felt. Head gently tips down, closer to where the mare was sure to be, a gentle snort of air coming from his bone face. Shinning green eyes peered down at the mare, as if he could see her. Oh how he wished he could see her. Finally words broke the silence that had settled over the pair like a blanket. Anderson told him that the land was as beautiful as he had believed. The skies were clear, the lush grass was a beautiful green, flowers blooming everywhere. A heavy, content, sigh escaped the beast's maw. Good, it was beautiful as he believed. Ankou could not help but imagine how glorious this mare must look against the beautiful setting that they had somehow managed to find. But as this thought came to his mind Ankou could not help but imagine himself there as well. The beautiful scenery, the beautiful mare beside him, and then his grotesque form. How awful it must be to have such a picturesque scenery around the land and then have his monstrous and haunting looks there to deny it the beauty it desrved. Ankou always tainted the beautiful things, ruined them with his hideous form. Another sigh escaped him, though this one was not content as the previous was. The sound was much darker. But Ankou could not allow this mare to know that he was troubled. "Well as beautiful as land is, I must be a strange and dark addition." His words were slow and steady, trying to hide his true emotions. A soft, steady, laughter erupted from him after his words. Hopefully those things would make the mare believe that he was alright. The boy's bone skull tilted slightly as he listened for the mare's words, hoping that she would be happy and content. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jul 7, 2013 19:58:45 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Seemingly contented by her words, Ankou listened with much intent and interest, his eerie glowing eyes staring at her, almost through her, as if he could actually see her standing in the field. One of the soft gales picked up her weightless, silken black locks and tugged them in a gentle ballet, the broken ends of her tail tickling her muddied hocks. The faint sound of birds calling to one another in the distant rainforest echoed lightly in the winds. It briefly caught the mare's attention, snapping her crania towards it with straight forward harks.
Sunlight laced through the parting of her locks, crowning her in a bask of golden rays, her back and hinds radiating with the warmth. It lit up the stallion's features, making his pit-less sockets shine with light, no longer dark and dreary with shadow. Though, it seemed, that this new light did not translate from his physical to his mental.
"Well as beautiful as land is, I must be a strange and dark addition."
Establishing her suspicions into concrete, the stallion let out a heavy, sorrowful sigh. Anderson's own harks fell back, features falling, even her eyes glancing downwards as to avoid looking into the face of depression. Anderson had never felt such emotions before, therefore did not quite understand the dark demons plaguing his mind, though they were clearly evident now. Inhaling slowly, the mare drew in a long breath as to collect herself, before glancing back towards Ankou, hooves shifting beneath her.
"Everyone appears as they should be, and in that way is beautiful in their own right."
[/b] The mare's suggestion was weighed with mild empathy, somehow, someway, understanding the feelings for a brief moment, and knowing that there was nothing else she could say that wouldn't sound as if she were mocking him. It was an awkward revelation, but it passed as quickly as it came, and soon she was rolling her shoulders, clearing her throat, and standing taller, as if by uplifting herself she would in somehow uplift Ankou. "Therefore, there is no need for such sadness. We are as picturesque as this field, designed by nature for nature."Her British accent sprinkled her words, making them sweet like honey, her tone lifting in spirits to accompany the physical lift before. Unneeded, but a natural response, the mare flashed a reassuring smile at the stallion, stepping forward a small, short step. 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 Jul 7, 2013 20:26:57 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Ebony ears slightly flick back, burying themselves deep into his thick mane, as the mare spoke out against his statement. She said that everyone looked as they should, that this made them beautiful. Was she trying to say that Ankou's curse was not a curse at all? That he was supposed to look like this? A snort rolled from his bone face. He was not supposed to look this way. He was supposed to be the handsome, love-able, stallion that he had used to be. It was the rift's fault that he was like this! It had cursed him for the rest of his life. Cursed him to be this hideous creature. He was meant to look like this?! That was preposterous! How could anyone have it written in their future to turn into a hideous monster?! Sure, he deserved it. He had caused the death of all of his family. He was a traitor, a murderer. He deserved these looks, deserved to be sentenced into a life filled with sorrow. But there was no way that he was meant to be like this. It was his own workings, along with the workings of those forsaken Gods. Bone skull gently tosses itself with evident anger. How could she say such a thing?! But as the stallion began to ponder her words he began to see truth in them. Sure, his looks had caused him to live in solitude. But if he had not been living alone, if he did not have to travel alone, well then he would have never been in that perilous bog. If he hadn't been there, then he would never met this mare. How awful his life would turn out to be if he had never met this mare! He couldn't even picture his future without knowing her, even though only hours before he never could have dreamt of meeting her. Surely this was what his future had planned for him. Surely meeting her was what these things all pointed to. But could that be? Or was he just getting his thoughts out of proportion? His head once more shakes, but this was a much happier movement. His ears gently tip back forward, a happy arch turning his neck. As Ankou's feelings changed the mare once more spoke. She said that there was no such need for sadness, stating that they were as beautiful as the field that they were in. Ankou's head gently nods along with her words, his mind beginning to believe them as true. The creature's wings gently stretch out, allowing the soft wind to blow through his feathers. This weather calmed him, allowed a much sweeter mood to color his looks. "I suppose you are correct. For how could one be gloomy in the presence of such amazing company." His head bobbed in the form of his smile, a soft laughter bubbling up from his lips. As the beast listened he could hear the mare take a step forward, with this a slight hope came to him. Ankou's head gently tips down, his nose nudging forward slightly, hoping to touch the mare just a little. "Forgive me ma'am for my previous mood. I have my demons, but rest assured that they will not darken my mind while I am in the presence of your light." The mare did not deserve his sorrow, she deserved his happiness and Ankou would be sure to give her this. He could not darken her mood. He wanted to make her happy not sad. He would not allow his own emotions to darken hers. He would be sure to make her happy. It was the only thing that could, in turn, make himself happy. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jul 9, 2013 11:39:08 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Ankou's demeanor slowly changed after her offerings of good tidings and genuine uplifting. First his harks fell back, then his muscles tensed, and slowly an unseen infection plagued his body, emotions Anderson had not meant to kindle, until he tossed his skull with rage. Instinctively, the mare retracted her former step forward, taking another for good measure, eyes beetled, and watching him warily. The entire time they'd been in each other's company, he had not betrayed his emotions so clearly to her, allowing such an out burst.
As quickly as she had made for her minor retreat, a heaviness pounded down on the boy, seeming to drag the anger and depression from his very being, letting it seep into the ground below, absorbed for eternity. He nodded gravely to her, still succumbed to the residue left from his tantrum, though the mare still refrained from approaching. Judge Andersoon stood safely about a yard and a half away, a good distance when attempting to remain safe with an uncanny individual who is bordering the unexpected. It seems, even her police force training came in handy whilst living among the uncivilized equine of this realm. All form of anxiety or nerves that threatened her calm disposition were thwarted by a steady breathing technique, as well as a regulated heart beat. Sapphire eyes merely stared at the grotesque creature in front of her, eyes trailing his form, watching for a twitch that would relay his next movement. His withers clenched, and soon he was spreading his wings comfortably, the sun making them look slick with sheen.
"I suppose you are correct. For how could one be gloomy in the presence of such amazing company."
Tripping over an inhale, Anderson's stomach clenched, unsure of how she was to react to such an obvious compliment. Her eyes dropped down a moment, her jaded expression unbroken and porcelain like. She'd never been complimented before, at least, not herself. Yes, a good well done here and a way to go there, but nothing that ever touched her physical, emotional, and mental boundaries before. Thrown for a loop, she continued to just stare at Ankou, heart pittering a little more freely than before.
"Forgive me ma'am for my previous mood. I have my demons, but rest assured that they will not darken my mind while I am in the presence of your light."
Again her dead dipped, eyes falling to the ground. Again came the flattering. Anderson wasn't necessarily a feminine girl, and wasn't raised in a place that she was readily in such a situation. Flirting amongst her cohorts back in the academy would have been seen as a violation. If your time came, you would be designated a temporary mate as to produce new officers for the force, and even then the relationship was barely intimate, if at all.
"I..."
She began, struggling, for once, to find something to say in response. Lids flittering above her blue orbs, harks swiveling atop her dial as if she would hear the whisper of her conscience tell her what to say. Even her tail refused to flick away at the annoying gnats nipping at her haunches. Eventually, she said the only thing that her mind could readily think of and process, spitting it out quickly, lowly, almost a murmur.
"No apologies necessary. Anything I can do to assist."
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Post by coraline on Jul 9, 2013 17:24:47 GMT -5
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Ankou
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[/i] Ankou’s well-trained ears flicked towards the mare, able to catch her strange intake of air, as if she was tripping over her own breath. The boy knew that this trip up in breath must have been due to the words he spoke. Did he say something wrong? Surely not, he had only complimented her. Maybe she didn’t want to be complimented by him; maybe she thought he was too grotesque to give her any of those sweet words. The boy chugs down a deep breath; he could not allow himself to grow dark again. He had felt the mare move back from him, he knew he had scared her and he never wanted that to happen again. He wanted her to be close to him at all times. So the boy had to think of some other reason for that strange breathing. She could just not be used to compliments. Ankou was sure that if someone threw a compliment his way he would react in much the same way, though he would know that whatever compliment came from the beast must be a lie. But this mare should not believe that, so she could just be surprised. A light laughter tumbled from the boy’s lips as Anderson spoke to him, showing that his belief was right. Her words were filled with an emotion of awkwardness, almost like a startled robot. She started to say something at first, only one word able to lift from her lips, then she changed her mind, answering with words that told him there was no need for apologies. Once more the boy laughed. How was it that he was becoming so sure of himself? All of this time that he had spent with the mare had somehow fueled his ego, something that he had never had since his change. Now, he was not egotistical, oh no he could never be that. But he was growing some sort of self-confidence. It felt weird to the boy, this strange new confidence, but he accepted it graciously. Ebony ears flick upwards towards where the mare’s words came from. “Not one for compliments?” His voice was changing now, somewhat returning to that velveteen smooth tone that he used to hold. A slight, charming laugh began to roll from his bone teeth, head gently bobbing and sending his thick forelock flying about. Once his words left his lips the boy took a few slow and steady steps forward, hoping to close the endless gap between them. But as he moved a strange sensation began to pound under the boy’s hoof. Ears swivel around his cranium as the boy lowers his head, there was something strange in the grass that the boy could feel calling to him. Calling to him? What on earth would do that? Ankou could feel his blood begin to buzz in his veins. How strange this was. As the beast lowered his head his bone muzzle found its way to meeting something. As soon as he touched this thing strange electricity flowed from him. With a wild jump the creature back peddled away from whatever the thing in the grass was. A loud snort resonated from him. What was that? Magic? Ears once more swivel about his head, all of his senses on high. Had the mare done that? Was she one of the equines who could control magic? A worried call left the beast, asking the mare what was going on, begging for her to tell him. As the boy stood there a new sound caught his attention. There was something moving around in the grass, where he had touched the thing. It sounded as if something was being assembled. Soon that sound stopped, only to be changed to another. The thing was moving around, though not very far. It crept closer and closer to the large boy. Front hooves leave the ground, pounding back down, hoping to scare off whatever it was. What the boy could not see was a strange bone creature coming towards him. It could have been a deer once, but now it was only bone, with a few pieces of flesh hanging from its body. The creature was missing a back leg; one horn was gone too, as well as many of its ribs. The bones were held together by a strange, shinning, green magic. A color that matched the shinning green light that shown from the boy’s eyes. It was his creature, made from the magic that flowed from his veins. This thought rang out through his mind, telling the boy that he was the one who raised the dead. But that couldn’t be. No, that was not true. He would not believe that. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Jul 27, 2013 21:20:14 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Deep chuckles rolled from the lipless mouth once more, her sky blue eyes scanning the emotionless, bone face, staring at the lifeless green orbs floating aimlessly in the dark sockets of his eyes. Warmness rolled off of him, from his mangled, inky-quilled wings to the thick feathering of his hooves, muddled with filth and debris from their travel. It was inviting, she could not deny the fact. It was a warmth she was unaccustomed too, and that was where she grew afraid. Nothing in her past was warm besides the meager, mild care she received from her mother when she was but a babe.
"Not one for compliments?"
Vocals were like creamy milk, churning slowly and gleaming like velvet, a lure cast out into an azure lake nestled in the emerald trees, begging her meager self towards it. Eyes flicked down nervously. Yes, yes she was not one for compliments. She hadn't thought it was that overly obvious, however, she seemed disproved. Her abashed gaze was quickly reaped from the void when heavy hoof falls indicated that the stallion was approaching her, slowly but surely, closing the gape. Pale sapphire eyes watched, widened with flush, her body tensing and unmoving not of fear, but an ill-describable petrification. Her mind screamed to move, yelped and yipped, wishing to shy away from the advancing stallion, though her frame refused and denied any and all requests submitted by her frantic brain. Closer and closer he came, she could see every crack and scratch upon his skeletal face, smell the ever-fresh wounds, watch their fluids glisten in the golden sunlight. Then he stopped, his attention pulled entirely away from her, and to the ground at his hooves. Had she been able to move her own body, she could have easily reached out and put her nostrils to his thick ink mane, and smell deeply his natural cologne. Though, she made no advances. Merely, she stood, still and unwavering, eyes fixating upon the stop he investigated so intensely.
Something crept through the tall grasses, obscured by its lush thickness, though Ankou, despite his handicaps, found it quickly enough and without effort. Suddenly, the massive beast was shying away, snorting and backing with haste. For once, a lurch of adrenaline and slight panic clutched Judge Anderson's heart, and she too found herself taking one leaping bound backwards, nostrils flaring fire engine read, nape arching, almost Arabic in natural, unflattering jets of air shooting from her nares. Ankou's concerned nicker met her harks, though she could not muster the self control to return it, even with the slightest of sounds. What was she seeing?! Bones, laced with rotted flesh and gore, were slipping through the ground with flawless ease and assembling before her. Eyes widened, nostrils flared, and a terrified whinney forced its way through her muzzle before her brain had time to process the action. Never had she felt so much fear. Had she been in a clear state of mine, and not suffering from the mild haze or "hangover" of the hallucinogenic trip she had so encountered, surely she could have concluded she was flighty from side effects of her, now, distasteful berry-flower friend. However, a fog still hung low in her mind, suffocating her reason and professionalism.
Green illuminations held the... thing, together, and it clambered closer and closer to Ankou, who in return attempted to beat away at it, shying and snorting. As his hooves slammed on the ground, thunderous and impending, the dead creature did not shy. It still just crawled towards him, bones creaking, its scent so terrible even Anderson wished she had the anatomy to gag. It was unafraid of Ankou, a large brute whom even Anderson would dare never challenge to fists. It wasn't afraid. But she was. The dun mare danced on her hooves, the white socks so muddied with filth cracked and lost some of it, unsure of where exactly to go. Eventually, upon the creature stumbling so abruptly, another freakish shriek of terror escaped her mug, enveloping her mind, and ripping the controls away from her sensible nature, and forced her into the only reaction even fathomable.
She ran.
s t a t u s :: complete w o r d s :: 500++++ t a g s :: ankou (coraline) o o c :: omg long wait -shot- but i like this post! can't wait for your reply. She is running away though, so we can start another thread somewhere else. <3
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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