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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Sept 12, 2013 10:25:43 GMT -5
lolth a letter to my future self, am i still happy abigail [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Winds howled and whistled, beheading leaves from healthy trees and throwing them into a flurry of interruptive dance, only to collide with the rocky sod and tumble into materdome. Field grass broke their backs bending before nature's wrath, clinging to their brethren in hopes of making it through the oncoming storm. Above, the mountains stood tall as watchful sentinents, glaring down to the coulier below for those who threaten their purchase. The landscape oozed with a sense of potency, daring any and all to come forth and tackle their extremes, the Master Wind prevailing today. The very wind caressed sock, virgin white locks, toying with them lovingly, urging forth their host. It kissed her neck softly, wishing only for her to understand that it wanted her to run with them, feel their touch and their embrace, and try and take her breath away. Lolth was no fool to a seducer, and merely met the wind's attempt with a pompous smirk of contempt, showcasing every wrinkle of her mug proudly. The wind was no matrimonal mate for one such as Lolth.
Senorita stood at the crest of a hill amongst the valleys, her stark, pupiless black eyes absorbing this remote location around her. The nation had been much like her homeland of El Salvador, very much so, though far more interesting. The environment screamed with a danger, and offered only perilous adventures in which all inhabitants had to overcome in order to make vacancy. It was a world that Lolth could accept, and enthusiastically. Even here, she could still spot the smoke spire rolling from the volcanos, and hear the calls of the various predators chasing down their fresh kills. Screeches, roars, and calls of all sorts of beasts and birds decorated the atmosphere in a deadly chorus. It was music to her ear's, and they swallowed every sound they possible could to relish. With the gurtling, terrified utterance of a rabbit broke the near by cadence, the mare's head snapped to watch as a finely decorated bird - hawk, it seemed to be - of grays, reds, and browns bead its slender wings back into the air, the unfortunate hare dangling lifelessly in its clutches.
Still the smirk played about her face as the white mare lowered her mug once more, looking forward towards the coulier. She much enjoyed the location. She could perhaps call it home. Well... what was stopping her? Of course, the scent of other equine hung in the air like a heavy collange, but that was the least of her problems. She could manage her own kind well enough that she didn't bat a single eyelash at the idea of walking into unknown territory. Bravado. As the first of her quadrupil fore limbs took stride, the awkwad six-legged gate brought the mare from the crown peak, and into one of the sloping vales, walking without outward purpose, and a leisurely roll of her head as to gaze at the biome surrounding her.
s t a t u s :: complete
w o r d s :: 450
t a g s :: open (no one)
o o c :: whoot
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Post by xyroca on Sept 17, 2013 20:40:19 GMT -5
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It had been rather uneventful within the clan of Loxacin as of late. A peaceful quiet lingered throughout the land with only the whispers of the few members left to break the silence. Since becoming allies with Selisona, there had only been one intrusion that had been brought to my attention. A bratty blue roan mare with an attitude worse than filly going through puberty that I had to banish from ever entering the lands, Coraline. I had also taken the time to warn Selisona of the crazy mare, though I had been so disappointed with having to do so. Coraline seemed to have so much potential at first, even remained on her side of the borderlines of my territory….Just that damn snarky attitude…
I had been off on my own, merely taking the time to relax and enjoy the tranquil moment to myself, when something seemed to trigger my intuition to come to full alert. Something wasn’t right. Auds perked forward to listen to any little noise, crown lifting up high while nares flared to catch the scents carried on the wind. There. A new, strange scent was floating through the lands and causing an irritated reaction from myself. Frustrated with this intruding new odor that seemed too strong to be someone at my borders, I beat my wings against the air with great, heavy flaps and began to run into the wind. Catching onto a drift, the massive ebony wings spread out in reflex to lift off the earth and high into the air as easily as a kite would. Using the wind as a tell-tale path, I followed the smell as I fought against the gusts.
It didn’t take long for the trespasser to be found, and my golden gaze darkened as I narrowed my eyes at the sight of a bold mare waltzing into my lands as though she belonged here. She was certainly a strange looking one, with an extra pair of legs, strange horns and a rather striking white coat that stood out more than anything. Auds immediately pinned themselves back into my tresses as I hovered over her for a moment, watching her reactions as she surveyed the Coulier. This arrogant bitch was walking on thin ice already, having just purposefully walked right in without a care in the world. Not exactly a good mark in my eyes.
Folding my wings closed, my body began to drop straight down to the earth like an eagle zoning in on it’s prey. With practiced skill, my wings unfurled at just the right moment to swoop away from the earth, and the strange mare. Without beating my wings, I let myself glide the rest of the way down in a large circle so as to land right before the mare with an unusual heavy stomp for me. Normally my landings were smooth and graceful, however this one was purposefully to express my first impression of the mare as my hooves slammed against the earth. My body reacted like a spring, knees bending to support myself without injuring my legs from the abrupt landing, before shooting back up to stand at my full height. A fiery gaze stared at the self-important mare from beneath wild ebony tresses while I tucked my wings and cleared my throat. “Well, aren’t you a bold one?” The stranger could take it anyway she pleased, as a reference to her rude and disrespectful entrance, or to her looks. Frankly, it was directed to both. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind telling me just exactly who the hell you think you are and why you are trespassing?” The words were layered with a dark undertone, warning her that I was already unimpressed. The wrong words or tone would set her fate at this moment…
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Sept 18, 2013 11:10:57 GMT -5
lolth a letter to my future self, am i still happy abigail [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Lolth found the wind the most pleasurable. It was an invisible force that demanded all creatures to bow to its prowess, altering the world with unseen hands and guiding the next days course. In many ways, Lolth wished to be the wind, though the idea of never being seen was quite unappreciated. Oh, no. To be invisible would mean to be ignored, and goodness no one was going to ignore Lolth. Ears swiveled atop her cranium, pupil-less black orbs gliding between her lids, the only inclination of where she was looking betrayed by the twitch of the skin surrounding it. It was subtle, but in a strange way it was beautifully eerie.
A shadow zipped across her, and instantly her stare followed it, arching uncomfortably so she stared down at her hooves as the sun regained their purchase. Instinctively, the mare glanced upwards, never halting, to see a blotch of shadow in the clouds, clearly equine. Whomever it was lost their scent with the height, but it was no matter. Probably some interested onlooker, or peeking fellow. Lowering her head, the sunlight dancing off the white spikes that sprouted from her facade. She wasn't here to mingle, the senorita was here to enjoy the landscape. Oh, but apparently her agenda would be cut short. Or, better yet, hiccuped.
Slamming into the ground like some self proclaimed goddess, a mare unfurled her wings, stretching tall and proud, and glared down her long face down at her with discontent. Lolth halted a moment now, but only jerked slightly, regarding the mare with an absent neutrality. She hissed at her, some words that she understood while others she'd only heard a handful of times. Well, it would have been asking a lot of this paradise for everyone to speak Spanish, wouldn't it? One thing that was obvious, however, was that the mare was greatly agitated. Lolth didn't want anything to do with this mare's problems.
"Sus preocupaciones no son míos."
With a light snort, as if dismissing herself from the company of this stranger, Lolth swung her head elegantly to the side, before stepping around the pompous mare, whom flashed her wings and hair about like some demonstrating peacock. Too long had she watched mares subjugate to the trifles of bullies, and of course, there was in no form she would fall to such pathetic lows. In truth, she'd much rather be the bully.
s t a t u s :: complete
w o r d s :: 450
t a g s :: beautiful disaster (xyroca)
o o c :: none
t r a n s l a t i o n s :: Your concerns are not my own.
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