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Post by ♣Tego on Jul 27, 2007 10:57:59 GMT -5
I drag the whelp finally into my lands and throw her to the ground. This nasty, filthy, h*llhole is nothing like her little kingdom, I'm sure she'll hate it here, unless she finally realizes that she is in fact a dark. With "mommy's" blood running through her, she's bound to realize. I chuckle at her and stand guard so she doesn't escape, there are trees surrounding the whole land, she'd get lost before getting away. I grab her up again and throw her in the cave with the rest of the light mares. Now she will have no way of escaping.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 27, 2007 11:05:42 GMT -5
Her captivating brown eyes glanced towards the lights. Filthy heaven kissers, daddy didn't seem to like them too much. A snort came from her nostrils, looking down to her legs where various cuts from being dragged had formed. The trickle of blood from my side had stopped, and had dried to my hide. Standing, I shook my mane and walked towards the mouth of the cave, away from the lights. Mommy didn't even approve of them, she said she'd only helped them because it was something to do and something other horses were against, so it was fun for her. |
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 27, 2007 11:44:29 GMT -5
Flints strike the earth eagerly, a second set following to the mouth of the cave. Tomahawk and Sin weaved through the frosted terrain. Strides were long from both of the equines as the new arrival of the neutral heir had been brought onto the land. Sin seemed happy to have something his own age, not truly caring for her as a toy, per say. He looked up at his mother, her smirk seemed to be more wicked today, her eyes glinting with more malice than before. His mother scared him sometimes, but he could never let them know that. The pair reached the entrance, Sin immediately went to Marv, looking at her careful before nudging her shoulder, nipping the skin lightly. Tomahawk snorted, standing with Tego, waiting to see what would come to happen.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 27, 2007 11:51:42 GMT -5
Jawline remained stiff, preventing any vocals to escape the tiny nymph's mouth. Ears of white stuck against an arched neck, brown eyes gazing back at the lights with something like pity. Pity for the fact their souls were bent to the whims of the good, and they could never truely expierience rebellion. At the touch and nip of the colt, her head swung to face him, a blazing fury in her eyes. Forced into here, forced from her family, you could only imagine what was going through her mind, the anger acting like a shield from facial expressions. In an act to remain composed to the title bestowed upon her at birth, she held her head high, her neck arched, though a slight grin was left on her face as she watched the colt. Someone her age, finally. |
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 27, 2007 11:57:29 GMT -5
Slight anger passed through him, why wouldn't she move. d**n, listless wench. Snort is released, dial tossed he pawed the earth lightly, sparks flying from his flints. Harks pin, maw opens, ivrons revealed, he snapped at the air around her head, driving his shoulder into her chest, pushing her back, further into the cave, away from the burning eyes of his parents. Vocals are released, his voice only starting to go through the process of deepening, few lyrics were the mature tone.
Don't you talk, dahlin?
Brow is lofted, a small smirk crossed his features lightly. Well, at least she was attractive.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 27, 2007 12:05:21 GMT -5
Being pushed farther back isn't what you'd call pleasent, but as far as the flicka's concerned, as long as she isn't close to the lights, she's fine with it. Of course I talk.. Just.. not infront of them. The word 'them' was hissed, as her maw motioned towards the adults whom a grudge had begun to form. Flicking her tail, lengthy legs carried the painted body in a circle around the colt, deep cinnamon hued eyes scanning over his body, as if searching for something, a quality unknown. Stopping before him, her eyes searched his, gazing boredly into his depths, perhaps sizing him up, perhaps not. |
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Post by ♣Tego on Jul 27, 2007 21:59:21 GMT -5
Harks flicker as my son walks over to the filla, menical grin shows on my labrums. Opticals fix back on my colt.
What do you think?
I say to both Tommy and my foal.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 27, 2007 22:08:45 GMT -5
Her ears fell back to my skull at Tego's words, brown eyes scanning over his body, comparing his strength to that of her dads. I'm not a prize that was won. She shot back to the stallion, her voice holding an edge. It was true, in what she knew of the situation, which was little. She wasn't the chips in a poker game that'd been won, and she didn't expect to be treated as such. But then again, the little nymph didn't exactly know why she was here in the first place. |
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Post by ♣Tego on Jul 29, 2007 9:29:59 GMT -5
A confident smirk played on my labrums, so young and her mother's blood has already begun to take over. Yes, by the time DreamWeaver and Elitation find out that the whelp has left them, we will have her dark. We just have to keep pushing her.
Oh, really..is that what you believe?
I'm sure, if Tomahawk doesn't understand what I'm doing, she'll think it's childish to pick a fight with a tot.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 9:42:53 GMT -5
Brown eyes never left the stallion, a questioning look in her deep and sincere eyes. I believe whats true... Her voice was failing her, weakening in the previously strong tones, as now she felt nothing more than a mere slave, and unsure of her future. Why did you bring me here? Still a weak note, almost pleading for an answer was the way they sounded. If equine could cry, you'd probably see her tearing up. But, they can't, so her glossy eyes just continued to watch the stallion, and wait for what was to come next. A timid step was taken back, painted body moving deeper into the shadows, ears back to her skull in the way she was unsure of what to do. |
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 9:54:31 GMT -5
Sin eyed her as well, taking her words into account for a moment before tossing his dial, snapping at her face again. He was truly bored being alone with nobody his age to accompany him, so a stolen wench would be good. His lobes flickered listening to his fathers words, then looking to his mother. He liked his mother more than father, his father had little parenting skill, yet his mother, though purely evil, had substantial maternal knowledge. He had no need to feel love for his father either, for his father didn't love him. He was only a piece in a game of chess to his father, a pawn. Nothing more than that. Tomahawk snorted lightly, glancing at Tego before she realized what he was doing, her lethal vocals pierced the air, more of a mumble to Tego than an announcement to the rest.
She'll make a fine addition.
Tomahawk tossed her dial, flipping a thick forelock away from her cinnamons, glaring at the neutral wench for a moment before returning to her gargoyle like stance, waiting for anything to happen. Sin on the other hand, did not acknowledge the words of his father, backing into the filly with a protective urge that could not be seen within the dark confides of the cave. The confidence was draining from her form, her entire self was becoming weaker, it seemed. Grille is grazed upon her crest, trying to bestow a feeling of comfort to her.
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Post by ♣Tego on Jul 29, 2007 10:00:13 GMT -5
I throw my apex, turning on hind appendages, walking from the cave. The little whelp turned the other direction, back to her father's side. My thick ashen plumage whips my flanks violently. Now that I couldn't pull her our direction, I'd have to deal the her dam, who would be infuriated about me stealing Marvianee. I glance over at the son, he is happy, that wasn't the reason I was stealing her, it was to put the neutrals under stress. I knew there wouldn't be a search though, they would come right to my land and harass me.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 10:07:46 GMT -5
The petite filly didn't pull away from the colt's touch, finding warmth in the comfort of him. Ignoring the words of the elders, for the mere fact the little build was out of earshot of mutters, her dished head draped over the other youth's side, captivating brown eyes closing. The white undercoat of her body was vibrant in the dark surroundings, though the sorrel patches blended in with the darkness surrounding the interior of the cave. At the mouth, few rays broke through the canopy of trees. Slight shudder was given off from the miniscule lamb's body, but her brown eyes remained closed. |
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 10:14:33 GMT -5
Tomahawk turned and followed Tego out of the cave, giving her son one last glare into the darkness. Sin kept his body still letting Marv find comfort in being here with him. He only wanted her here for company, nothing of his fathers deviant ideas. Lips open, ivories running along her ribs, going over each bone like a harpist's hand over the strings. Once he was sure his parents were out of earshot, he let soft vocals free.
Ignore him please.
He shot a glare to the lights who stood together, snorting at them sourly before returning his attention to Marv. If they dared speak another word they would die, and he would make sure of that. Though he doubted they would do anything, they were already in enough of a situation, they didn't need to bear gossip upon their heavenly chests.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 29, 2007 10:23:45 GMT -5
Milky brown visionaries opened, gazing towards Sin's head questioningly. Why wasn't he like his parents? He was nice when I met him.. Her voice was soft, more to herself then to Sin. Looks can be decieving, and she learned that the hard way. Thanks. For not being like them. A slight smile came across her white maw, a twinkle in her brown eyes that hadn't been there before, not when she was around any other equine, anyways. Her voice was soft, for only him to hear, to keep the lights from noticing their talk. |
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