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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Feb 22, 2013 18:03:48 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
The day reflected your mood perfectly. In the distance, the warm, sunny horizon that was fading with the sun had turned a dull, dark gray, the world around you looking as if nighttime had already arrived. Thunder boomed, vibrating the ground like a sound-box with full bass. Lightening streaked the sky, highlighting your figure and casting a temporary shadow on the ground. Your first week in Aeon had been bleak and senseless, the odd-looking horses of this peculiar land making you uneasy and cautious wherever you had decided to roam. They were imbeciles, oddities to the rightness of the universe, a blemish on the face of a perfect earth. But this was not earth, and so you could not compare it to such. You had decided a long time ago that you would not associate with anyone below your ranking, nor any of those that had more than one oddity about them.
A sigh escaped your silken maw, but the sound was quickly disguised by another boom of thunder and a streak of light in the sky. It seemed to be extra dim, since it was already sunset before the clouds had rolled in. Your icy blue eyes contrasted starkly against the darkness of the landscape, inky black body nearly blending with the background. Your body, though pure-blooded Shire, was rather lean and athletic, a strange but surely handsome sight. The feathering on your legs fluttered with every powerful stride, your steps causing nearly has much vibration in the ground as the thunder.
Before long, you reached your destination. Upon seeing the pool of clear, cool water, you trotted with elegant steps until wading up to your knees in the freezing liquid. You placed your maw to the surface and began to drink, quenching a drying thirst that had held your voice captive for hours. As you were finishing up, the rain began to fall, the fat droplet splattering on your dark, handsome hide. A sigh escaped your throat against your will, and you peered up at the sky, prepared for whatever wrath it may reign down upon you.
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Post by Laz on Feb 23, 2013 23:13:02 GMT -5
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Change was a strange thing, indeed.
Since arriving on Aeon, Morphine’s life had felt more and more like a perpetual dream. The twists and turns were rapid and unexpected. Despite all the oddity among the world, she adapted fairly well. Although the present being a bit more uncertain and a lot more surreal the mechanics were vastly the same. She had a great survival instinct and for that she was grateful.
A few of branches wound a thick canopy over the top of the mossy floor where Morphine had been staying since she arrived. The pleasant afternoon heat traveled lazily upon a slow breeze, but that was all about to change because storm clouds were rolling in. Thick leaves crunched beneath the phantom’s daggers as she crept through the brush, the branches grabbing at her already matted tendrils. She could hear the gentle murmur of water up ahead as broken rays of sunlight fought to escape billowing clouds.
The tormentor floated towards the pool, she was pleased as raindrops began to pour from the sky above. Then came the thunder, then came the lightening. As they washed away the mud that covered her once shimmering white pelt, she couldn't help but think just how much she really let herself go. With each step her gnarled tresses swayed, plume dragging in the mud behind her. At least now they weren't so grungey and dark, almost an off white color, still a far cry from the pure white they once were. If she just had the determination to keep up with herself, it wouldn't be long before she was a phantom once again. Not likely though. Morphine had better things to do.
You’d think looking like a dirty old hag would make it harder for the ghost to play her game? Surprisingly, it was not so. She had been quite successful in the new land, mostly due to her ‘damsel in distress’ performance. She looked the part and it was a lot safer than attacking what looks to be your average stallion and then have it turn out to be some devilish voodoo master in disguise. This place was weird. It was a lot easier to act weak, get to know the prey, win them over, and kill them before they knew what was happening. Besides she loved the performance of it all, her past few months blurred together in a rampant killing spree, no games, just bloodshed. This was all before the rift happened, of course. Now things would never be the same.
Crown lowering to the shallows, the vix took her time quenching her thirst. She really wanted to be in character today. Large harks were alert, always taking notes, dark optics skimmed for anything that moved. After a few moments her dial lifted slowly. An inky black stallion had invaded her orbs; he was blended well into his surroundings. Morphine relaxed her stance, peering out into the distance. She would wait for him to approach, as always. If he didn't well, it would be just another day, if he did, maybe she’d have a game to play. The downpour washed away all that was unclean upon the ghost. She glowed amidst the stormy backdrop. Her curvaceous bodice stood as a luring sight, as to magnetize any on lookers.
Muse: Good! OOC: Half reused a post so I could get one up a bit quicker. @_@ Super busy today! Hope it's okay! i Tweaked it haha! :3
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Feb 25, 2013 18:54:33 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
The rain had grown more pronounced, the droplets assaulting your thick, inky hide like tiny bullets. But you would stand your ground and not give the sky the satisfaction of chasing you away from your final destination for the day. The sky, now a dark gray, was fading to black, the clouds hiding the sky and chasing away all colors of the earth below. You crisp, clear blue pools were very visible through the darkness, and you used them to gaze about for any company.
Any signs of company, and you would allow the rain its victory.
From the corner of your eye, you saw a snowy figure, a ghost in the dead of night. Though obviously female, she was rather largely built, only a hand or so shorter than you, and of a very familiar breed, for that particular heritage had once tried to stain the quilt of your family's history but mixing with your pureblooded clansmen. Abominations, and not very high up on your list of those to make acquaintances with. You seemed to not notice her, hoping to compel her to leave your presence, though you had very much seen her gaze in your direction, but woe was the lady, you were not going to make the first move. If she wanted conversation, it would be she to start it, not you.
You only peered up into the sky still, and watch the clouds rolling over the land like a gray blanket, stretching as far as any eye could see, and appearing to never end at this particular time to night. A sigh escaped your lips - a rather distressed and attractive move on your part, however, you were unknowing- and you returned to sipping at the waters that stood around your talons. With your onyx crown dipped, the water of the downpour ran down your face, making it seem as if you were so stubborn as not move from the wrath of the rain- and yet, so you were, and you refused to move until it had quit raining. This was the stubborn side of you, determined to dominate the elements, too proud to let them take advantage of you. Nothing could ever take advantage of you, no matter their significance, for nothing on this new earth could tear you down and transform you into something you were not born to be.
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Post by Predators on Mar 11, 2013 18:23:09 GMT -5
SCREEECCCHH! Out of nowhere a young male wyvern bursts out from the treeline with startling speed, hurtling towards the smaller mare as she drinks. His scent has been masked by the rain, and his great spiked wings give him an extra spurt of speed to catch his prey by surprise. His bright red-orange frill flares out in a show of intimidation, and he opens his jaws wide to snap at anything within reach, poisonous barbed tail swinging this way and that.
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Post by Laz on Mar 15, 2013 13:31:18 GMT -5
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Morphine’s audits twitched, as she immediately spun around hearing something burst from the trees from which she had first arrived. Orbs widened as the fiery colored beast hurled her direction; she paid close attention to its barbed swinging tail, not something she wanted to mess with. ”What the hell?!” she spat in the wyverns direction. If this had been your average equine, Morphine would have had nothing to fear, alas this world was still very new to her and she learned quickly that things are not always as they seem. For all she knew this thing could shoot fire, have insane strength, and spontaneously combust.
The moon washed vixen wasn’t frightened she was however extremely pissed off that hideous mutant dared to interrupt her game before it had even begun. A little intimidated sure, who wouldn’t be when something that would normally only belong in a nightmare comes launching at you? It was a very strange world, indeed. At this point all the ghost wanted to do was avoid that spiked and rather intimidating appendage. She would rather suffer a bite before she made contact with the monster’s tail and so with that in mind Morphine planted her back legs and stood upwards in a rear, sharp daggers aiming for the wyvern’s open inviting mouth. The phantom’s front legs kicked forward violently, hoping to at least strike the beast. If all went well a good bash would at least give the mare sometime to collect herself before the wyvern attacked again. If all went great she shoved a hoof down the predator’s throat. If it went bad…well that was something the mare didn’t even want to think about.
Muse: Ehhhh D: bad. OOC:Sorry it took so long xD I was really struggling with muse here. Not my best xD Words: 300
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Apr 9, 2013 18:25:28 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
You heard a loud roar from the bushes just behind the foggy mare, and your head snapped up from the water and you peered closely at the rustling leaflets. Then, before your eyes, a creature ripped into the open, it's red feathers flying in all different directions, eyes targeted at the two of you in a deadly gaze. For a moment, you froze, terrified by such a sight. Never before had you seen something like this, and you knew nothing about it nor what dangers it held. It's tail, spikes and glittering with something wet, swung wildly, flinging mud into the water with loud splashes and into the bushes that it crushed to the ground. Finally, from what seemed like an enternity but in reality was merely seconds, you shoved yourself off the ground in a mad, ground-eating run towards the creature and fighting mare. Jumping the water in a mildly heroic manner, you landed right before the creature, an angry scream sounding from your vocals, trying to warn the red-orange nuisance to back off. A wild huff of breath came from your nares as you ducked to dodge it's flailing head as the white fae sent a hoof flying at it's face. A fairly surprised but impressed look crossed your features, but quickly disappeared as the wyvern charged angrily. A rear brought you to it's height, inky black tresses flying through the air, hooves slashing with deadly precision at it's eyes. You peered back at the miss with worried baby blues.
"Run, now! I've got this! Get somewhere safe, run, don't stop running!" You yelled, booming voice sounding strong and forceful as you commanded the dame. Then, scared as hell but putting on a brave front, solely for your pride, you turned to face the beast.
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