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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 28, 2009 16:32:42 GMT -5
Mortiscula
She set foot in these lands, each step as silent as the last. Her nostrils flared, scenting the air, as her ruthless crimson gaze raked over every leaf, every blade of grass, every detail.
The colours... Black and white, pink and green, brown and grey...
To her own tainted gaze, she was white, as the scar cruelly carved on her left shoulder was black. But her vision had not always been this way, and so she knew it was not right.
To those fortunate enough to have normal vision, Mortiscula was a rich, dark ebony, as black as the darkest of nights. Her eyes seemed to permenantly glow against her coat, and be tinted with a malevolent sheen when faced with strangers.
The grass she walked on was blackened by her restless nature; she had always been mentally tempermental, though she rarely showed it on the outside, and this influenced her control.
How long it had been....
Since she has lost control.
You don't remember my name.
I don't really care.
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?
Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust.
Mary had a lamb.
His eyes black as coals.
If we play very quiet, my lamb,
Mary never has to know.
Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once.
If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
I fear there will be nothing good left of you...
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Post by darrowby on May 30, 2009 1:26:58 GMT -5
After ShockA black shadow moved over the land, his ruby pools taking in everything he saw. A breeze tossed his ebony tassel, any creatures in these lands hid at the sound of his hoofbeats. winged creature you could call him, with a horn black as night positioned on his forehead, his orbs fixed on a black mare, standing alone, vocal chords rumbled as a deep nicker escaped his maw, he trotted down to her and dipped his head, "Hello, I am After Shock"Black stallion stood tall, stretching his glossy ebony wings. After Shock's ruby pools looked upon the mare, waiting for her to speak... 
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 2:33:23 GMT -5
Mortiscula
She halted upon sensing the stallion's approach; with her ears laid back, she turned around to face him.
Her malevolent crimson gaze held it's own, clear warning.
This was not an equine to be messed with.
Just to lose control, just once...
The stallion was bright white to her eyes, which of course meant he was truely black, like herself.
The only colour Mortiscula never saw in negative was red. That one colour stayed the same to her vision, and so she returned the gaze from his ruby-red eyes with deliberate ease.
I think it'd be nice...
At 16.3 hands high Mortiscula was large, with the powerful muscles of one well-accustomed to fighting. yet apart from the 'M' scar carved into her left shoulder, her coat was pretty much unscathed from any injuries.
If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
I fear there will be nothing good left of you...
Finally, she chose to speak.
"Greetings, After Shock."
Her voice shared the same powerful, ruthless tint as her crimson gaze, fearless and flawlessly self-confident.
And yet, she did not give her name.
From her point of view, if someone wanted something they had to ask for it, not expect it to be handed out like a freebie.
She never handed out information about herself.
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Post by darrowby on May 30, 2009 3:59:01 GMT -5
After Shock
Folding his wings beside him, Black stag listened to the mare, standing at 17hh, he was only just taller then her, his freisain bloodlines were only the best. Ruby orbs watched the mare's reactions to his presence, "Can I know your name?" he nickered powerfully, the wind picked up his ebony whipchords and wrapped them around his fetlocks, his jet black coat rippled as his muscles trembled, but he kept his wings folded in place. "May I know how you received that scar?" he nickered as his orbs fell upon the white 'M'.
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 4:58:30 GMT -5
She parted her jaws in a quiet hiss; if there were two things she disliked on this earth, it was being asked multiple questions, and others referring to her... Scar.
She closed her jaws again, clicking the teeth together irritably as venom filled her mouth. She swallowed it down, feeling it pulse warmly through her veins.
She was immune to the poison that tainted her blood, but others were not. If she bit them, or if they bit her and drew blood,
( the venom would enter the bloodstream through their mouth/her wound) they would instantly be thrown into agonizing, incapacitating, burning pain. The venom was like liquid fire, that spread quickly and killed you slowly. There was no cure unless you had natural healing abilities, but even those were not flawless protection.
A natural healing ability would ensure you did not die; the pain would still be there as it burned its way through your system, just not as great.
She tossed her head as the wind picked up, teasing out the silky strands of her mane and tail, and when she spoke again in reply her voice was harsh, powerful, and ringing subtly with the strength of a matriarch who roamed alone.
"I am Mortiscula."
She struck the ground with a foreleg; the grass that came into contact with her hoof sparked slightly, and was scorched black.
" As for the origins of my scar, that is not something I feel inclined to share with you. It is none of your business."
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Post by darrowby on Jun 1, 2009 7:24:32 GMT -5
Stallion extended his wings and pawed the ground, "fine, i will not ask about your scar again. but why are you here?" he snorted, getting impatient with the mare's attitude. Whipchords thrashed against his barrel, he tuccked his chin, pointing his horn towards the mare...
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jun 1, 2009 7:35:51 GMT -5
"Why are you here? I don't appreciate the interrogation, stallion."
She retorted; as he pointed his horn at her, she bared her teeth, her malevolent crimson gaze burning into him darkly. The ground around her hooves continued to spark, and be scorched black, as her irritation grew.
She was a dark mare, and a powerful one. She knew what these lands were, but she didn't care; after all, she was only passing through.
And with her abilities, being force-claimed was not something that was going to happen to her anytime soon. The flames she summoned and controlled were always black, for it was cursed fire. It burned through everything in its path.
And there was always the simple method of biting those who annoyed her to... 'Pursuade' them to leave her be.
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Post by darrowby on Jun 1, 2009 7:43:58 GMT -5
Stallion snorted once more, "fine, i will leave you in peace if you want." black pillars pawed the ground, wings began to beat, and the black stallion, began to lift off the ground...
[if you want to make things interesting, he can use some magic, to try and force her to go with him? just a thought ;D]
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jun 1, 2009 8:47:15 GMT -5
(E~L~L: oh, that would be very interesting indeed... *grins* Sure, but since I'm assuming you don't want him to die, I won't make Mortiscula bite him. Cause she's venemous, if she does he'll die :S)
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Post by darrowby on Jun 1, 2009 9:46:51 GMT -5
[coolio! ;D yeah, i dont want him to die... thnx!!! ;D]
Big stallion pointed his horn towards the mare while he was lifting off the ground, his horn had a black glow, followed by thin blue coil, coming from it, carefully, but quickly, the coil wrapped securely around the mares glossy neck, the stallion tugged and began to move backwards, trying to pull the mare towards him...
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jun 1, 2009 9:53:43 GMT -5
[E~L~L: No problem  and feel free to make things more interesting. As long as you don't god-mode/powerplay, I don't mind After Shock trying to force-claim her ^^ But he won't succeed...  ] Mortiscula's jaws parted in a feral snarl; impressive, dark black flames exploded upwards from the ground in response to the sound, burning through the coil like boiling acid burning through rope. The mare reared up, her malevolent crimson gaze livid at the attempt to drag her off. Mortiscula was nobody's slave, and she would not be treated like one either. |
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Post by darrowby on Jun 1, 2009 10:21:46 GMT -5
[coolio! i dont care if he doesn't get her, ] After Shock tossed his head violently as the coil burnt, he placed his hooves onto the ground again. Stallion extended his wings straight out beside him, and whilst staying away from maw, he attempted to herd away, he beat his wings, creating a forcful wind.... |
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jun 1, 2009 13:35:23 GMT -5
[E~L~L: lol this is quite funny, if you think of it in the 'my little pony' cartoon style xD (Stabinae: Though why on earth you'd want to do that I don't know.) Hey, shut up Stabinae T.T]
Mortiscula snaked down her head, and hissed. The black flames around her (or white, as they were to her own tainted vision) flared up; so large and strong were they, that the forceful wind After Shock created only succeeded in feeding the flames and making them grow still larger.
She half reared, and struck the ground; first with her left foreleg, then she hopped onto her right; and several fireballs flew out of the heart of the flames at the offending stallion.
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and feel free to make things more interesting. As long as you don't god-mode/powerplay, I don't mind After Shock trying to force-claim her ^^ But he won't succeed... 
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