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Post by 'the samster on May 28, 2013 20:54:50 GMT -5
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The small mammal cried out as it skidded across the cooled lava. The mammal was bleed profusely as it tripped and slipped in an attempt to stand and flee its attacker. An eerie sound of wind being forced in a certain direction hit the mammal's ears, making it freak out all the more, its tiny hooves limb slipping between obsidian rocks and breaking the limb effectively. The flap of wings was heard again as the animal shrieked in pain once again. Large hooves descended upon the deer, crushing its ribcage. Hellbane stood triumphantly above his victim, its blood stained his large hooves as the huge wings that shot out from his back flared out. Though the holes within them did not allow any flying, he could go short distances and he had done so to catch his meal. Bane tossed his large skull, his large horns glimmering in the sun as he flapped his wings. This won't keep me for long.. He thought to himself as his crimson and black orbs looked down, the action caused his fragile pupils to shatter and a grunt issued from the stag. Blood oozed from his orbs as pain laced through his skull.
Bane opened his eyes then, to only see smudges and jagged ends to his vision. He had unusual eyes. Well, crap. He shook his head slightly and dipped his nape down. His kissers parted to reveal elongated canines. His wings folded into his sides as he ripped into the hindquarters of the deer. He pulled back with the force of a pick up truck, tearing the muscle and sinew quite easily. Blood oozed down his throat, soaking his parched tissue. A satisfied groan escaped him without his jurisdiction. Bane had long since turned to cannibalism, though he knew eating this poor deer wasn't cannibalism. He simply liked to eat on others for snacks. He had no idea why but it seemed to sate his hunger a bit more. The meat of the poor soul slipped down his throat. He flicked his three odd tails, the lights on the tips of his abnormal tails were dim in the sunlight. Broken orbs stared out blindly up at the volcano meters away from him.
He pinned his auds at the uneasy feeling the towering mountain gave him and he turned back around to his meal, ripping off more flesh. After a few more moments, he was finished with his meal. His gigantic wings flapped in the oxygen around him as he began his motion again. Now to find something else to snack on. He said, shaking his frame and moving into a trot.
Moments later, his long strides brought him to the top of the volcano. He peered down into the steaming mountain, his black face immediately became a little too hot for comfort and he backed away. That wouldn't be a pleasant drop He rose an eyebrow at the drop into the molten lava below, his tails swaying slightly. By now, his pupils were solid again and he could see clearly. His crimson orbs looked out over the lands, his hooves carrying him along the rim of the volcano. There was a world worth conquering out there. No humans to interfere or test on him. He grinned at the prospect. His parents had always told him of the two-leggers. How they were to never be trusted. He bared his teeth at the lands of Aeon. Trees rustled somewhere in Thalmic land, a Tyrannosaurus Rex was on the move. He flapped his wings again, happy to be out of its range.
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Post by coraline on May 28, 2013 21:43:11 GMT -5
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[/I] My thoughts.My voices.Dagger like hooves trapes across the solid ebony ground. Every now and again these sharp hooves would slip over the smooth ground, but the mare continued on elegantly as if nothing had happened. White ears flick forward searching for any sound. We need food.Her ear flick back at the sound of the voices bounding around in her brain, how she despised those voices. But at the same time she loved them. They were a part of her, beautiful and deadly. They were right, she was thirsting. Her throat was dry for the need of the crimson liquid that she always thirsted for. It had been days since her last feast. Or was it weeks. It feels as if it has been years.Pristine white nostrils flare, smelling for the scent of a living creature, searching for the sweet metallic scent of blood that she needed. But how something could live in this land was beyond the mare. The heat of the volcanic rock melted the ice in her veins. The cold that she so loved, that she thrived in, was torched by the still boiling lava in the volcano and hardened surface of the ground. The heat. The heat. It will burn our souls and melt your heart. Oh the glorious sent of burning flesh. Which will quench our thirst but leave you to be devoured.The voices were singing a sinister song, driving her closer to the end of the ledge that thirst sent her towards. Her masked face beat itself back and forth violently trying to dispel the voices from her mind. But they would never leave her. As her senses searched for prey something caught her attention. Something was dead near her. Her head instantly perked up, her long limbs carrying her faster now. Where ever this dead thing was there was still blood, still meat. Something that could quench her thirst. The sun beat down on her silver/blue coat as she moved along and so as she moved the mare sent out small puffs of ice fog. It was not much at all. She was still very low on the magic level, but the slight cold touch that the thin fog provided was enough to keep the mare on the side of sanity. If what she was could be considered that. Slowly the form of a broken body came to the mare's vision. Another beast has been here first. Predators lurk everywhere. In the shadows, in the light, in your mind. The voices were right, something else had attacked this creature. Its bones shown through the thin layer of meat that was barely left. But Coraline was not in the mood to be picky. So her now sharp teeth tore into the flesh that was left. The meat filled her empty stomach. The scarce blood that came from the deer coated her dry throat. A happy hum came from her throat now that she was satisfied. An ebony nightmare stands on the rim. Dances in flames. Will we join in this devilish dance? What were the voices speaking of? The mare's head lifts from her meal, her ice blue eyes scanning the horizon. As her gaze lifts onto the menacing form of the volcano another form entices her mind. There was a form on the volcano. An equine. Large bat like wings protrude from the form. Though she was far from him Coarline believed that she could see horns protruding from his head, much different than the one spiraling horn that graced the mare's forehead. There was also something strange about the creature's tail, though she could not quite see it from her distance. It was a menacing creature, his scent telling the mare that it was a stallion. There was something about this strange scene, a winged nightmare on the edge of a fiery pit, that pulled the mare in. So, her limbs carry her towards the volcano. Her moves were fluid, utterly elegant, for she was a true beauty. As she grew close to the bottom of the volcano the mare set her gaze at the top. She knew that surely the creature had seen her from his high position. But the mare decided that she might as well give the stallion some more incentive. A loud, bell like whinny shot through the air. Coraline did not know if it would reach the stallion's high position and she did not care. If he chose to come down then she would have a new toy to occupy her mind. If not? Well then she would move on the the next. ~Gorgeous Nightmare~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by 'the samster on Jun 6, 2013 11:52:01 GMT -5
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The whinny caught the stallion slightly off guard and his odd eyes shot downwards, cracking slightly. He snorted, looking down at the mare below. He couldn't see at this distance. He would have to venture down. Maybe that is exactly what she wanted. He snorted, curling his wings in on his frame and turning away from the edge. He followed the trail back down to the ground, spying the elegant mare with his now healed eyes. She was a beauty alright. Simply gourgeous. He nickered softly to her, flicking his odd tails behind him as he stopped a few meters from her. Bane watched her silently. He focused on that one horn she had for a moment and then went back to her bodice. She was very elegant and had a color that was pleasing to the eye, unlike the brute that was oggling her.
' A wolf in sheep's clothing.. ' He murmured more to himself. His large feathered hooves stepped forward only slightly. What was this mare's game? As he drew nearer, her scent hit him like a ton of bricks. His mouth watered and his stomach rumbled with hunger. He wanted to taste her flesh. He lifted his lips in a slight snarl, his orbs still as he watched her. He soon was walking a circle around her, the two odd tails moved from his original tail, caressing the mare slightly, their lights turning on in front of her face and swaying slightly, almost as if he was trying to hypnotize her.
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Post by coraline on Jun 6, 2013 12:33:22 GMT -5
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[/I] My thoughts.My voices.Coraline’s excitement rose as she saw the boy look down at her. No one can resist us. At this the mare chuckled lightly. And as she watched this strange boy proved the voices right. His large wings furled into his body and he began to move. The mare stamped her foot somewhat impatiently; she wanted her new play thing to hurry. She was not really one for waiting. It had been so long since she was able to play the games that she so loved and her cold blood boiled at the opportunity. But something about this boy was different. There was a strange air around him. The brute’s coat was a deep charcoal black, but there was a crimson sheen to this color. Coraline wondered if this was natural or if it was like the blood that was stained onto the mare’s pristine lips. Her eyes traveled over the stud. There was something strange about his eyes. They were a blood red color, but this was not the strange thing. His pupils gave off an odd look, as if they were not solid. The mare allows her glance to slide over his face to the antlers that sat upon his head. Next was his shinning stripes on his neck. Then down to his bat like wings. Then to his tail, where she could finally see the strange forms coming from it. They looked like the tail of a lizard, but a bulb lit up the end. This surely was a strange looking creature. But a smile lifted the mare’s lips, she liked the strange. As the stallion moved closer to her she could hear a whinny come from him. A smirk now crossed her crimson lips. Game on. The mare tilted her head elegantly, allowing a sweet nicker to escape her lips. How strange that noise sounded coming from this mare, a killer, but this was all a game to her. No creature would come to an insane murderer like the mare, so she had to put on a mask. But as the mare watched the beast’s face changed. A deep snarl ripping apart his ebony lips. Coraline knew that look well. It was the look of a predator. So we have stumbled upon one of us. And he believes he is the hunter. That was preposterous, Coraline could never be hunted, well not successfully. The mare tossed her head into the sky wildly, her dagger like hoof scratching hard into the volcanic rock below her. Her head then lowered. Her ears laid flat against her skull, mixing into her thick mane. A deep snarl ripped open her crimson lips, showing sharpened blood stained teeth. He would not think her unprepared. Hopefully this display would detour any thoughts of him having a go at her, that would ruin the game. As the mare watched the beast began to circle her. She did not like this, he was acting like the predator when that role was hers. But she allows it, her eyes never leaving the brute. She could feel the strange tails of the boy caress her, but she pays no head to them. But then they come to her face, the boy waving them slightly in her face while the lights blinked. At this failed attempt to make her lose her concentration the mare shakes her head, giving a loud snort. Then with one swift movement she bounds away from the boy, her movements elegant. She did not move fast, she wanted the boy to follow, but she did not want him to have the upper hand. A few swaying steps later the mare lifted onto her hind legs, spinning around so that she was now facing the boy. A deep smirk lifted her elegant lips. Her ears were now perked up to the boy. A toying look entering her ice blue eyes. A light laughter bubbling up from her throat. Oh this was going to be fun. ~Gorgeous Nightmare~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote]
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Post by 'the samster on Jun 6, 2013 18:06:45 GMT -5
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Bane calmly watched her display, completely unfazed. So she wasn't some innocent mare. He shifted his cracked eyes orbs across her frame, taking in her blue hued frame. His body itched and twitched for her. Some would think it was lust and it was. An ancient lust. It crept through his frame, through his nerves, through his veins. It swam in his stomach, his throat and in his brain. It was like a chemical that never seized. He bared his own razor sharp dentals, letting out a gutteral sound that came from his chest. His orb switched to hers, gauging her reaction as he slipped his tongue across his teeth.
He would thoroughly enjoy messing with this mare. But it seemed that she liked playing games as well. Well, they would just have to see who was the best. He watched her display with half his vision. As she danced away, he allowed his orbs to heal, blood poured from them, seeping into his face. He reopened his orbs to focus on the mare before him, she was taunting him. His tails swayed behind him and his wings flew out to their full length, he neighed deeply, daring her to play her game. In one swift moment, he was propelled forward, stopping in her personal space. He chuckled darkly as he bent down and pressed his kissers to her cheek latch, nipping it slightly in a teasing manner but he did not draw blood. In that moment, he also took the time to run his tongue across the spot he nipped, tasting her flesh. His stomach growled and his mouth watered even more.
He stayed in her personal space, his chest pressed against hers. He towered over her. He stared down at the mare, his lip playing with her horn, nipping it and putting his sharp dentals across it slightly. He scanned her area around them before he released her horn and looked down at her. His wings came around and hid her in their depths. Anyone from the outside would only see her hooves and his body from the withers back. He grinned devilishly down at her. ' Let us not play this game, pet. ' His voice was a bit high but at the same time, it was rough and granual. Almost a growl.
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Post by coraline on Jun 6, 2013 20:06:32 GMT -5
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[/I] My thoughts.My voices.As Coraline gave her slight show of teeth the boy gave her one of his own. A deep snarl showing sharpened teeth. So she was correct, he was one of her own kind. After this show the boy gave a low gargling sound, one much like a growl. At this the mare rolled her eyes, her front legs lifting in a slight bounce, a slight bell like laughter bubbling up from her lips. He believes he can frighten us? At the words of the voices the mare shook her head. No surely he did not think this small act would frighten her, he was just playing a game. Oh how Coraline loved it when her toys tried to play games with her. They never won, of course not, but it always made the fun that much more exciting. Coraline gave a slight snap of her teeth to the boy, her blue and white tail flicking about her elegant form. She was just daring him to come and play. And to her delight the boy did. His bat like wings spread out wide, showing just how massive they were. Coraline admired them from afar, she quite liked them, but of course she would never own up to that fact. Oh no, she would never compliment someone from her heart, if she did it was only for the fun of furthering her games. The boy gave her a deep neigh and the mare tossed her head wildly. A sharp and ringing whinny of her own dancing from her blood stained lips. Oh this boy was going to be fun. As she twisted the mare could see the boy bounding towards her, and she gave a sharp squeal of delight. So he wanted to play? Good. The boy did not stop his movements until he was far into her personal space, but the mare did not back away. If this is how he wanted to play the game Coraline would go along, he would not win. She saw his head moving towards her and the voices in her mind screamed to flinch away, but she stayed still, she was too far into the game to quit now. She could feel his lips graze her skin, then his teeth, then his tongue to taste her skin. Ah, so this was the game he wanted to play. A dark chuckle dripped from the mare’s lips. She was quite good at this particular game. Her neck stretched out, her muzzle softly grazing the beast’s neck. Slowly her teeth traced a line down his neck to the thick muscles of his chest. Then lifted so that her eyes look up upon the stud. A deep giggle rolled from her throat. As the couple of two stood there she could feel the towering stallion begin to play with her horn. The mare’s ears lay flat against her skull at this; she did not appreciate him toying with that gifted appendage. The mare quickly tossed her head from the stud’s mouth, her smaller form lifting onto its hind legs so that she could reach the boy’s face, her teeth softly nipping his cheek. Once the mare landed on the ground she gave him an innocent smile, a soft laugh lifting from her maw. Once more the stallion moved, but this time it was to envelope the two in his massive wings. Any other equine would be frightened, she was trapped. But not this mare, she gave a light trickle of laughter at the movement, she was truly enjoying this game. A devilish grin ripped up the stallion’s lips and so Coraline decided to return it with one of her own. Then the stallion spoke, a growling sound that seemed to fit him perfectly. He stated that they should not play this game, calling her pet. But the mare shook her dainty head, a dark laughter bubbling up from her. “Oh, but I do so love playing games.”[/i] The mare gave a soft bat of her long black lashes, a playful smile finding its way onto her lips. Then her head turned down to give the boy a soft tap on his neck. “And you seem like just the perfect play mate.”[/i] Her eyes once again lifted to meet the strange boy’s. She waited for his response, surely he would not try to end their game so early, and especially not when the mare was having so much fun. ~Gorgeous Nightmare~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 0:35:49 GMT -5
Mod Note: I was just browsing through your lovely thread here, and a quick heads up to Cora not to powerplay! The following is technically an instance of powerplaying: "Not until she reached his chest did the mare press hard enough for a slight line of blood to appear."
Please keep in mind that when rping things that could be interpreted in the context of a fight (biting, kicking, etc.) you're not allowed to state whether or not contact was made or blood was drawn - that's up to the discretion of the other player. We generally let little nips and things slide, but I'd still prefer that things like drawing blood be left out, lest other people start thinking it's okay to do in an official challenge/fight. If you could fix it in your post that'd be great. Thanks! C:
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Post by coraline on Jun 7, 2013 10:03:47 GMT -5
Whoops, sorry! DX Fixed it.
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Post by 'the samster on Jun 8, 2013 18:43:43 GMT -5
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He was not one for intimate situations and being this close to the blue paint mare was intimate in his opinion. He should just rip her damn horn off and walk away, perhaps hang it in his mane or carry it around with his tails. Then others would know he meant business. The deer had worn off and now he was hungry again. He let his tongue slide over her horn, pulling on it slightly. Not enough to harm her but the thought did cross his mind. There was something about this mare. She was beautiful, oh my was she beautiful. She was playful on a different level than running around and bucking. She was devilish, my was she devilish and he loved that. Yes, loved that. He did not like the prissy and angelic mares, they made him sick. Like eating an entire white cake with vanilla icing. This mare was like eating chocolate and drinking lighter fluid. She lit a fire in him that made his stomach ache and his mind race. The one thing was, he wanted to eat her as much as he wanted to love her. But he knew he would never be able to love her, perhaps tolerate her but never love. He wasn't one for love. It was a weakness that he couldn't afford.
He kept his eyes on her, careful not to move them around in their sockets. She was defiant and troublesome. She would bring him bad luck. And there was the start of it when she yanked her horn from his jowls, one of his smaller canines was pulled quite harshly, it felt loose. Before he could investigate that possibility, she had reared up and nipped his cheek. Instinctively, Bane tossed his head away, shattering his pupils in the process. Blood oozed from his orbs as he looked in her direction. She had calmed and was now speaking. His auds twitched at her words while he shifted on his hooves, the muscles in his chest rolling against hers, creating an odd friction that he both liked and hated.
In response to her words, he neighed and tugged on her forelock with his teeth, the ends of his wings making to grip her skin as he gave the harsh tug on her forelock. ' Alright, doll. We'll play your game but remember this, I play rough. ' He growled out, removing his wings from her, scraping them lightly across her flanks as he did so. By now, his orbs were healed and he could see her again. He moved forward, to stand beside her, flank to shoulder. His odd tails moved about her, one wrapping around her leg while the other tugged on her mane. He chuckled and dipped his head, he loved messing with his prey. As he lifted up his skull, her azure and ivory tag was tangled in his horns, if she tried to pull away, she would rip out hair and tug on his horns but he did not care, he had gotten to where he liked pain. ' What is your move now, my pet?
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Post by coraline on Jun 10, 2013 21:19:42 GMT -5
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[/I] My thoughts.My voices.This stallion was so interesting. It wasn't only his looks, though they pulled her in deep. The bat wings that were pulled close around her were so strange and yet she loved them. They made him different from the normal equines who pranced around with their uninteresting looks. The horns that grew from his head were unlike any she had seen. Then there were his eyes that she could not stop from looking at. They looked as if they were glass. As the stallion moved his head away from her small nip on his cheek she noticed a change in these strange eyes. Blood began to seep gently from them, but only minutes later they seemed fine. How strange this was, but Coraline would not ask. If he wished to share facts about his strange appearance he would, she would not be rude and ask, that would ruin the game. A small nicker came from the mare, urging him into the game. Surely he would want to play. He would be a fool not to join in with you.The stallion gently tugged on her forelock, making the mare give a shrill playful snort. The stallion's dark words then lifted to her front pricked ears. Saying that they could play the game, but he would not play fair. The mare game a short, dark laugh at this. What makes him think we will? "Well, I hope that you won't, handsome. Cause I don't play fair."As the stallion's wings pulled away from her the mare felt a strange longing for those strange appendages to once again be wrapped around herself. But of course she would not voice this. The mare just kept her sinister smirk playing on her lips, a mask that hid every other emotion. Her cold eyes watching the devilish boy. His movements slowly made it so his shoulder was against her rump, his strange tails tugging at her legs and mane. But she paid no attention to them. She felt his horns get tangled in her tail, she knew it would most likely happen. Coraline gives a slight roll of her eyes, then her muscles bunch and her body gets lower to the ground. With one quick movement Coraline lurched forward into the air. Her jump was high enough that part of her multicolored tail lifted off of his horns but some hairs still ripped. But not enough to mar her beautiful banners. The mare's lurch brought her behind the stallion, but her movements did not stop. Her body continued to sway forward in an elegant way. Coraline's elegant head turned towards the boy, a soft calling whinny rolling from her lips. Then her head flipped forward once more, her ears flicked back so that she could hear if this boy decided to find his way to her. She hoped that he would. This game was just becoming fun. And so she decided she would entice him a bit more. Her form stopped, one back foot resting slightly so that her rump was tilted. Then she once more turned on a dime. Her head tossed elegantly. Her form lifted onto her back legs, front hooves arching out playfully. "Well, you coming big boy?" ~Gorgeous Nightmare~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote]
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Post by 'the samster on Jul 14, 2013 17:13:29 GMT -5
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His horns were jerked back slightly as she moved forward. A few tendrils of her tag hung from his curved horns and then drifted down the hang over his auds where he twitched until the hairs mixed with his own mane, standing out strikingly against his mane. The sudden jerk nearly cracked his orbs but they stayed whole as he turned his skull to look upon the mare. His kissers pulled up into a dark smile. Oh how this mare loved to tease! His tails rose from his natural curled tag, as if they had their own minds, the lights on their ends, acting like eyes. Bane lifted his upper lip and bared his canines at the mare as he turned.
This mare would be fun it seemed. She didn't shun him because of his taste of food and she didn't berate him because of his looks. She was like him in many ways and then completely different. He could make use of her, if the time so called for it. He could just imagine them, causing chaos across the lands. His hooves carried him across the short distance she had traveled, finding no shame as she teased him with her rump. He found it amusing. She was working him like any female would, using her body as a weapon. He could do that as well.
Hellbane nipped her rump, running his cheek along her flanks and then placing his nape to one side of her body and rubbing against her flank. He ending his caresses with placing his skull on top of her rump, his great horns standing atop his poll menacingly. He chose not to speak as he tilted his skull and stared at her from over her rump, his chest pressed against her backside, his knees knocking into her hocks when he moved them.
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