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Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 17, 2011 15:34:02 GMT -5
V A L Y N T I N E [/font] you're not the first,
you won't be the l a s t.[/left][/font] why in the hell was she here? she didn't know. frankly, she didn't care. the alabaster fae moved with long strides through dead man's outlands. valyntine's obsidean colored daggers pulled her foreward, cutting the earth with each step. the toxic paint mix was quite the beauty queen, but her persona didn't match it. at all. on the outside, she looked quite like the perfect angel, but once she opened her mouth, the calamitous words fell from her tongue and infected the ears of those who were close enough to hear her rather influencial lyrics. the female normally didn't speak loudly. she spoke with hushed tones, but with every word came something powerful behind them. something twisted and lethal. thats what made her so demoralizing. but everything about her sucked you in. the mystery behind her clouded pools, the danger in every word, the sheer beauty of her body. valyntine was a death trap. period.
her name seemed to bring amusement to those who dared come close enough and dared have a conversation with her. valyntine. normally a holiday of loving and caring emotion that flowed with every word into the reciever's ear. with every word that valyntine spoke, odium planted itself like a seed within the ears of the poor soul who she was speaking to. valyntine stopped after a few more moments of walking and stood like a statue, her achlorophyllaceous encasing unmoving. the only thing that proved she was a living, breathing equine was the small showings of her breath in the frigid air. the slow dancing of her tresses as winter's breeze grasped them and pulled them away from her body. on her right shoulder, valyntine was decorated with an 'x' that was a big as her shoulder, and one of the lines were longer than the other. it resembled a scar, and who knows. it might be.
valyntine didn't mind being the rejected breed that roamed these lands. it felt good to know that she could walk around and not be bothered. pestered by hellions that only wanted the little gift she had between her leg. the fae snorted irritably at the thought. pigs. if she could turn them all into swine she would. how enthralling would that be? valyntine flicked her whip cord lazily, her ebony optics half-closed. she was bored. a bored toxic paint was a dangerous one. she was concocting games to play with the weak in her twisted brain. who to destory from the inside out, who to seduce, how to do it, when to do it? how much torture to inflict upon them before releasing them to live with what had just been done to them? meh. none of those caught her fancy, so, she put her weight foreward and began trudging on.
the femmora stood at a solid sixteen two, tall for a lot of horses, but small to the rare few that walked upon these sacred grounds. some made her feel dwarfed, but not intimidated. no, never intimidated. that was something that would never happen, because she had the power to twist the petty minds of those giants and drop them to their knees before they can beg her to stop. those who looked down upon her not only physically, but as if she were weak, soon found themselves writing at her feet, faces twisted in pain and screams peeling from their lips. the thought sent chills up the vixen's back bone. it had been a while since she had cause that much pain to another equine. valyntine wondered if she'd ever be able to practice her little gift ever again, but didn't dwell on it too much.
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Post by ``addee.:D on Jan 17, 2011 16:57:06 GMT -5
ebon optics blurred, black smoke covering there line of vision and making them water. crunching pain came from the bones of the animal, skin stretching and shrinking to fit the new form. thick and powerful muscles shrivled into those that fit, and looked like a normal equine would have. the black pelt that once coated the brutus lightened the slightest bit into a rich bloody color, and the once blazed forehead was now granted a star and a horn in which was curved. the only sign that this brute was something other then what he appeared, was the blackened horn, and the ebon fog that followed him.
hades appeared in a disguise, after feeding on a now lifeless rabbit he had enough strength to change his form into that of a rather ordinary unicorn. well other then the shape of the horn, and the death that followed him. sharp hooves, shaped like those of a doe, dragged amoung the earth. a dull ebon banner swayed lifelessly as he began to crawl through this wonderful place. hades was not only here on buisness, but he was also in the process of putting that devillish plan of his into place. he was here to collect. whether it was self centered mares, spoiled vixens, or cowardly maidens, hades was going to take them all and hide them away, until his army was complete.
maybe from them, he would choose a queen, yet it was not likely, this asshole refused to let anyone into his heart, not even his brothers. with all the mares filled with his seed he would be able to train those offspring into something useful. hell, it would be any equine's worst nightmare and more. sick thoughts of winning the battle, over ruling zues ran through his mind as he made his way through out the lands. dark, and lifeless optics darted towards each sign of movement. it was then when his orbs caught sight of the pale vix.
sure she was beautiful, but that word wasn't in hades vocabulary. he would have used deadly, demonic, hell there wasn't a word he could think of in which he could have used at that moment. neck arching he walked forward, towards the rather interesting colored mare. scarlet colors clashed with ivory, hades could hardly believed that he had created one of its parents. with death fogging around him, and dulling the light in the area, he stopped several feet from her, daggers pawing the dirt in which was at his feet. opening his maw, lyrics in which had been practiced over the years spilled out, not only did it hint lust, sloth, and pride it nearly tasted of temptation.
"bonjour, ma chérie, you picked quite the place to wonder into, no ?"
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Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 17, 2011 17:16:59 GMT -5
no sign of life had appeared before the female's looks as she continued to stalk deeper within dead man's outlands. darkness enveloped her as the sun fell below the horizon, and the moon had yet to make an appearance. valyntine's alabaster encasing rippled as the muscles below worked to pull her lean frame forth. everything was silent. not a sound was made. every once in a while, an owl would screech in the distant as it came out of hiding and began to prey on helpless rabbit and mouse. valyntine something in the air change. the smell of death overwhelmed her senses causing her to stop in her tracks, her body squaring off. the fae's audlits turned back, obsidean orbs narrowing as she listened. what was here? better yet, who was here? valyntine didn't know, but was soon to find out.
the smell of a stallion entered her senses a few seconds later, and she grit her teeth. she saw him coming then, an eerie fog following behind the unicorn as he moved closer to her, his boa arched elegantly. his carcass was rather massive, but handsome to say the least. none of that phased her though, because the look she was giving him as he spoke, was to kill. the murderous glare was piercing like the sharpest of swords, dangerous in every way. valyntine's dusty red lip curled. no. its the only place that many equines don't so boldy walk into. its empty, or so i thought. she hissed, her hushed lyrics raspy as she replied to his little question. valyntine's jewel-like eyes never left the stag, the weight of her glare never giving or breaking. toxic paint was written all over her.
something was different about this stallion though, but she wasn't quite sure. a powerful air radiated off of him like heat, and it curled against the vixen's skin, almost caressing her to pull her in. no matter how much it pulled, valyntine seemed unaffected and, she was. there was no motion of leaning slightly forward, not even her harks sitting prettily atop her crown were tilted forth. the only thing that was pushing forth was the harshness of her stare. she was testing the waters around his mind to see if she could break in and make him scream, but everything was sealed tight. valyntine narrowed her gaze, and she began to almost look through him, keeping her eyes on him but not really looking at him. who was he... and why couldn't she break into his mind? most unicorns couldn't stand against her, dark or light. what made him so different? it puzzled her and fianlly she recoild from him, throwing up her own barriers to protect herself in case he was here to harm her. the vix may not care about life, but she wasn't about to die anytime soon.
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Post by ``addee.:D on Jan 17, 2011 17:41:58 GMT -5
a small itch touched the back of his cranium, it was hardly there, yet the brutus knew it must have taken alot of strength to even make that much of an attempt. a chuckled rasped it's way out of the brute's chest, and he shoved forth some of his own black magic, allowing it to tease, and tickle the mares thoughts, not bothering as much to read them, merely allowing herself to figure out that he was a hell of alot stronger then she. dragging his daggers along the earth he circled the vix. his adnormal optics tracing her bodice from the reddened pillars that held her lithe frame in place to the sculpted face that made the doe who she was.
the darkened fog swirled around her legs, playing at her bodice until hades moved forward again, now infront of her. extending the blackened maw he had shifted himself into having he placed his maw on hers. absorbing the sickly sweet scent of female to fill his senses, hades reached out for her again this time with his mind. hades had mastered this trick from his three wenches he kept at his lands. it was soul deep, yep hades knew how to hid his away, and keep himself protected from her thoughts. and this time when he spoke it was inside of her mind. "there is not a place you can ever be alone. not even your thoughts are private, madame."
he pulled back, and moved away, optics watching as she absorbed his awesomness.[rofl.] sighing softly he acted as though it had never happened, maybe she would go mad as he had. flicking the ebon banner he borrowed hades grinned.
"call me, Grimm, may i know the ladies name?"
ooc . faill. i had no time, sorry.
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Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 17, 2011 19:23:30 GMT -5
valyntine felt the brute enter her mind, but didn't react like he might have wanted her to. she stood stock still, her jaw tensing and relaxing as she controlled her temper that was boiling. she didn't like it when other tried to pry into her mind. it was the only place she could truely be alone and they were private thoughts, not meant to be looked through and spoken of by another. she hadn't put herself in his mind to read what he was thinking, but to get him to leave her alone. she would never read another's thoughts, just twist the sanity of their brain until they collapsed. the perfect torture. valyntine's sharp gaze followed the crimson stallion as he circled her, but didn't follow him all the way around. she could feel his optics evaluating her. taking in her beauty. she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth. when he came back around to face her, what he did next she wasn't ready for.
he touched his muzzle with hers, and she could feel him enter her mind once again, using black magic to tickle the walls of her mentality. the walls that were up seemed to be no match for what he was doing, so she threw up more, fighting him off to the best of her ability, but not straining to do so. only half of her power was being used, but she knew all of it wouldn't fight him off, and that bothered her. he pulled away and the connection broke, and yet she still didn't give him an aggresive reaction. the only thing that changed was the ferocity of her glare as she kept her pitch black pools upon his features. when he reached out and touched her again, she felt him enter her mind fully. there is not a place you can ever be alone, not even in your thoughts, madame. he told her, and then retreated.
he took a few steps back away from her, and valyntine's gaze hardened. when he introduced his name as grimm, she narrowed her pools. he was acting like nothing ever happened. she grit her teeth, but played along. fine. she'd play his games. valyntine. she said smoothly, her lyrics hushed but not as dangerous as she had spoken before. the vixen was very soft-spoken, but viperous with every word that left her vocals. she wondered what this stallion wanted from her, but wouldn't ask out-right. she would play his game, and maybe get an answer in the long run.
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Post by ``addee.:D on Jan 20, 2011 17:20:08 GMT -5
already he liked her. and he would have her. whether he had to send one of the demonic creatures he had made, or even Persephone, he would have her. lust was a feeling the brutus had felt many times before, for many different mares. this vix was no difference, her attitude may have been thicker and probably a hell of alot harder to control. but hades liked a challenge, in fact he craved them. mares who didn't find him attractive would make him angry, and boy did he love the rush of being pissed off. the simple fact that they didn't want him, made it all the more funner, and the fact that annoyment was radiating off the femme in thick waves only drew him closer. the question was how could he lure her back to his cave? forbidden fruit generally worked, but he would have to be tricky about it.
already he had the little wench Persephone locked away in his cave, she may have been his maiden, but she was so cold to him. she didn't appreaciate him and all his hard work, she didn't care about all the love he felt for her, she didn't even seem to care that he had saved her life once. the sad thoughts made the brutus let out a troubled sigh. hell made his dark queen depressed, and he lusted and craved a mare that actually loved his abusive self. so absorbed in thought he nearly lost consentration on his now seventeen hand high body, the image of the bay brutus faded into the brutes usually hefty black self, yet hades caugh himself within that nano second and was able to shift his black form into the bays within a blink of an eye. it may have looked like an illusion, for he looked like himself for hardly for then a second.
when her rasping, whisper of a voice hit his audits, he was already prepaired to reply, his french lyrics poured out smoothly and almost playfully.
"plaisir, est pour moi."
french was the language of love, but hades wasn't looking for that, infact he knew that such thing did not exist. it was merely a myth, but that didn't stop him from believing.
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Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 20, 2011 17:43:58 GMT -5
the achromic fae watched the stallion closely, her ebon optics never leaving his frame. she was rather curious about him, but none of those thoughts reflected in her pools and she pushed them from her crown before he could sneak in once again and steal them away. instead, she focused on his troubled sigh, and how his body morphed within a mili-second, but he caught himself. her eyes narrowed, a dangerous look twisting her face, her head raising a bit. she wasn't a fool and he seemed to think she was. what was he trying to hide from her? an appearance and something else. something far more powerful. thats what was radiating off of him. when he responded, she rose her invisible brow. valyntine wondered if he thought her stupid, too. languages came naturally to her. they flowed through her mind easily and so, she responded simply with, je dirais de même, mais je me trouverais. i would say likewise, but i would be lieing.
she wasn't fond of meeting others, it wasn't what she did. names were meaningless to her and so was another. being close to someone only gave them the oppurtunity to take you're trust and you're heart and tear them to shreds without even batting an eye. they would continue on with their petty lives and you would be drowning in self-pity for being so stupid to have trusted them. thats why she kept her emotions so guarded, the only one allowing to be shown was hatred that radiated off of her like heat from the sun. if reflecting in the mirrors of her eyes and dripped from the tone of her words. she was full of malice and that would never change. valyntine refused to let that change. the female wondered why her mother had cursed her with a name that was an antonym to everything she did. everything she was made of. valyntine, meaning love and happiness and beauty. she had the beauty thing down, but the other two... not a chance.
she pinned her harks to her skull at the thought. stupid wench. she hated that self-centered bitch that was her mother. she hated her for her for being a coward. for running when something less than half her size was so terrifying to her, the queen of death. valyntine felt her skin itch from the stallion being so close. the female took a step back, and her lean muscles rippled beneath her coat, the red 'x' moving like it was alive. her crimson-stained mug tightened as she continued to fell the hatred overflow as she thought of her mother. than her father... pathetic being he was. he should have been ripped apart as a foal. it would have been best for the world because he was the sire of a witch. a demoness. pity he didn't stick around to see death in such an elegant, graceful encasing. such a pity.
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Post by ``addee.:D on Jan 20, 2011 19:47:36 GMT -5
colors of scarlett, orange, and yellow painted the canvas known as the sky, and soon clouds pulled away to reveal the first star. it was odd to believe that such as item was out there, it made hades chuckle to believe that equines actually gazed up at those hot balls of gas and believed that there dreams could come true. when really they were just full of promises and nothingness. i guess thats the only thing that really made stars and hades so alike. the mere fact that they were both filled to the rim with lies, hopes, and nothing, emptiness, a total waste of time and space.
without stars, everything would change, we would have no warmth, no daylight, as far as differences go, without hades hell would be good, and the world could possibly be a better place. earth would never be the same, it would be better healthier and much more lush. auds pinned themselves to the base of his bloodied neck, and he had to hold himself back from sneering with disgust. it always made him wonder why he was the bad brother, sure i guess he was a total ass, but her respected mares. he didn't go about hurting equines this way and that, he merely hexed them and hoped for there death. and just because death came to them doesn't mean that he forced it upon them, right?
"well, darling, you sure have a tongue on you."
a deep throaty chuckle peeled from his lips as he came back to reality, his mind quickly reeled forward as he allowed his mind to make a thin shimmering veil. it slided along her bodice and twisted along those those deep red pillars, before vanishing into thin air. this time when the large bay brutus spoke, it was like a hiss, smooth and deadly.
"what do you think of death? does it fascinate you? do you lust for it?"
Black fog played at her legs, swirling, twisting teasing as the brutus circled the mare , optics watching her with complete thoroughness..
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Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 20, 2011 20:58:55 GMT -5
valyntine's mind was still racing with the hatred she held for her parents. it wasn't until grimm spoke, complimenting, or picking at her sharp tongue that she pulled herself out of the depths of her hatred and back to what was going on around her. it comes with the blood lines... don't act so suprised. she told him smoothly, her velvety voice curling from her lips and to the hellion's audlits. the ivory femmora watched him closely as he began to move in another circle around me, shadows moving around my maroon-colored pillars. she stood there like an unmoving statue, optics closing. she didn't tremble or shake or show any signs of fear as he circled her, his eyes piercing my carcass as he did. what he said next, caused her eyes to open and a smirk dance onto her lips. oh... silly boy... if you only knew...
what did she think about death? well, she didn't really know because she had never expirienced it first hand. i think the question you should be asking is what do i think of causing death. now what do i think. you see, being what i am and the powers i hold, i am a mortal plague to those who need to die for just being weak. pathetic. a weak link to the race we call equines. those who let petty feelings control and harness everything they do and live for. they base their lives on the love they get from others and when they lose it, its like the world has ended. they deserve to have their minds twisted until they fall to their needs. they deserve to scream until their throat bleeds from the inside and they choke on the blood that runs through their veins. they deserve to feel real pain. thats, what i think about death. and if you can't answer the other two questions from that, you sir, are a fool. she hissed, her optics venomous as she looked at him while he passed in front of her.
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