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Post by ELiAS on Jun 27, 2009 19:49:43 GMT -8
Excitement prickled along his spine as he face the running water. Water always got his nerves fired up, it made him excited for some reason. He lowered his head and took a drink, then raised his regal crown, white forelock falling across his optics. Arsenic was the epitome of evil, and not the evil-scientists evil, he was one who used the preys own mind to turn the prey against themselves, then play the hero and be the good guy. Reverse pyschology. Or there was always the forcebreeding, that worked as well. Sure, he had no mares to his claim but he would fine some, oh, surely he would.
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Post by Fajer on Jun 27, 2009 20:11:57 GMT -8
Oh sure, you're the poison.
But I'm the blade that beats you to the kill.
She was queen in her own right. But she did not waste her time living with stallions or claiming lands, not anymore. That was her mother's thing. She'd had her own little slave, Sytain by name, and that wretched beast, not even worthy to be called a beast, had been her father. And then she'd killed her mother and went off on her own.
But now she was bored. I mean, life really doesn't do much when you've got nothing to do. So now, much to her dismay to be like her mother before her, she was searching for a stallion to tame. Whether or not she would be successful was still to be seen. But she'd go down fightin' with the best one she could find. And there he is...
The bloodbay mare moved swiftly over to the spotted stallion. Her small head held high, the Arabian princess looked the brute over and smiled a dangerous smile. She spoke softly, but her voice was full of confidence.
Yo.
Yeah, she's a cocky little monkey.
Maybe you can tone her down?
We'll see...
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Post by ELiAS on Jun 27, 2009 20:22:27 GMT -8
The appearance of the mare shocked him slightly, but the shock died down quickly. Though he had no murder in his past, Arsenic had a bone to pick with his hellish father, whom he hated so much that he had forgotten his name. From the moment he had graced the air, his father had scorned him with his words... Arsenic learned from the verbal abuse, and had learned from the poison words until he could use them just as well.
His life had been boring unti he had claimed his lands. Now he had faes just walking up to him, practically presenting themselves to him. But this one was out of her class, an amazing find.
He matched her smile with a wicked one of his own. Hello. he replied. Yo. What a wierd way to introduce such a beautiful thing. He could sense this one was... rebellious. Whats a sharp blade like you doing in a dull place like this? he asked, head held high.
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Post by Fajer on Jun 28, 2009 19:35:14 GMT -8
You know,
when you get down to it,
she's all talk.
Yeah, she was a cocky creature and she knew that she looked good. She had the right build, the right stance, the right pride, to be the breed that she was. Rebellious? Yeah, she was that too. But she didn't care. That was a part of who she was. And she liked to find stallions who had an attitude, just like her.
He was pretty close.
Close enough to where she wanted to keep talking.
At his comment she smiled. She was one who took flattery with a smirk, enjoyed it, but didn't let it blind her. Any stallion's first good phrase was flattery, and this boy was no different. But she liked him, just a little bit, all the same. Afterall, he wasn't commenting on her pelt or her eyes, but her...intelligence maybe, or just her entire being. I'm not sure, but, again, she doesn't care.
Lifting her small head just a little bit higher, to where she might choke, choke but not drown if it rained, the shining CrimsonBlade kept the smirk in her tone,
Nothing much.
Apparently, looking for you.
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Post by ELiAS on Jun 28, 2009 19:57:13 GMT -8
&baby you and i seem to hit it off
but maybe its just my mistake
Arsenic had learned from an early age the promises and lies and horrors and glees that biting words had, and this mare seemed to come pre packaged with biting words, plastic, and pop out. She did look beautiful, but looks were nothing if one didn't have brains. She seemed to have brains. Ah. So our dilemma is the same. he gave his forelock a flip again. Too much wit in such a dull place.
take me for a spin, babe
we'll see how much you take.[/color]
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Post by Fajer on Jun 28, 2009 20:06:47 GMT -8
Yeah, we do seem to get along well.
Of course, maybe it just because we both come from...well, you know.
CrimsonBlade like him. He'd called her by her name (sorta) and she hadn't even properly introduced herself yet. They didn't know names, but what are name really? Only callings. And she and this boy seemed to be doing just fine with that all on their own, though, actually, she'd yet to call him anything. In fact, she'd only said three words, none of which very exciting. But he seemed to like her for it. And she didn't mind that. Not at all.
But now she would say more. Not her name, of course. Oh no, that would come later, if at all. Now she'd just reply to his statement, one she found humorous because of it's dryness and truth. Yes, nothing is funnier than a dry statement that is complete and utter truth.
Crim could speak in full sentences when she wanted to, and she could even do a little drama. And so she would. Shaking her head slightly and 'shrugging' her shoulders, the pretty girl sighed and spoke as if in a great delimma, using your word,
But alas!, I have yet to find a place on this wretched planet that is any less dull, and so our problem persists.
Does it not?
Wow. That was melodramatic.
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