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Post by stitchedskull on Aug 25, 2006 12:29:33 GMT -5
(XD Yeah... so... I think I'll end this little exciting moment in NSE history of the cliff climb.)
Ebon chest heaved with breath as he neared the top, his legs muscles quivering fromt eh awkward weight and positions he had to hold. Porno wasn't designed for climbing, he was better built to run, as most horses were. Occasionally a usually sure-footed hoof would slip on the slick mosses that hung from the cliff's side. But thankfully hte rock was rough enough for a usually decent foot-hold.
The top neared him, and the horse looked down and over to the lass, smiling hopefully. "We made it." He cantered over the edge and galloped in a small cirlce, shaking out the kinks in his limb.
Suddenly the stallion whirled about at a feirce sounds. Thorns flattened as he looked down. Screaming in shock he reared back, a loud hiss below him. A large serpent was coiled below his rised fore-hooves, a large rattle shaking at the tip of its tail that rose beside the drawn-back skull. It short forth, missing the stag, but drew back to strike again. Porno looked about, then jumped foreward, his weight directed into his front knives. They fell against the snakes middle and throat, the body writhing in pain. Jumping back in shock, the stag watched the coiling, jerking body befoer stomping upon it's head and body, just to be sure the job was done.
Value's body shook lightly from the sudden fear, his throsn rising slowly, as if they might upset the dead snake. Steping over the body he looked back to wait for Mes, whiping hte blood off his limbs with teh grass, licking what wouldn't be clensed by the short growing plant.
"Fucking snakes."
(Yeah... I had to put the snake. I saw Snakes on a Plane yesterday. Holy fuking lord of holy-ness. o.O That was one freaky movie.)
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Post by Crow'sia on Aug 25, 2006 16:15:35 GMT -5
Pornographic Values had pulled ahead of her only a few seconds ago when she’d all of a sudden heard the scream come tumbling over the cliff side towards her. Jumping with fright the mare almost lost her footing, her body heaving to stay on its tedious perch but in moments she’d pulled herself onto the grass with her companion, and that’s when she understood: it was a snake. Or had been at least, the mangled and bloody body her eyes fell on could hardly be called a snake anymore, it was more like a fleshy pancake. Already the stallion was cleaning himself and cussing away.
She looked from him to the corpse and back to him again, each time wondering what was next, and her tongue thick the only thing the female managed to say was “A snake, huh?” Her mind was reeling, where was this headed next, and in her thoughts one hundred redundant lines crossed by, riding an auto-piloted train. There weren’t snake like that around here, were there? Well apparently so.
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Post by stitchedskull on Aug 25, 2006 17:23:04 GMT -5
The stag parted his lips to say something in sarcasm, stil rather thrown by the encounter. Instead he muttered a curse, glaring at the body. "Yes... a snake." He padded over to it and lowered his muzzle, looking at it. "A rattler I assume... it rattled... so..." Clearing his throat he looked up. "I bet the floods chased him up to the cliffs. They usually live in the desert... or even on the cliff itself."
Ebon skull spun about, looking over the lands. A few horses still lingered, most had children, or were sick. The others were heading back home to see if the dangers had cleared. Porno, had no home to return to. He wondered if Mes did. Ask her.
Looking to the femmora, he spoke again. "Do you have a herd? I'm only asking on account of what I'm thinking... looking at the horses going back now. I myself do not. I'm not one for that life... if you arn't either... I'd be honored if you traverse with me. It gets lonely."
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Post by Crow'sia on Aug 26, 2006 12:38:02 GMT -5
The mare raised her ears, listening to her companion’s explanation with an unnatural interest, compelled by his every word. What was the quality that entranced her so? She lowered her head and sniffed at the snake, poking it with her hoof when he was done, and with a terse kick, Mes sent the body, or rather half the body, soaring over the cliff side. At least it was already dead. Rattlesnakes were often poisonous, were they not? She could vaguely remember hearing of them in her youth; although she was still young. The deserts and rock, then this would become an isolated incidence.
Moving her mind away from the plight of predators much smaller than herself, the female’s heavy skull turned to follow Values’ gaze, her brown eyes peering across the land, she blinked now and then. The rain, for some unworldly reason (haha) seemed to have significantly slowed during their climb, and perhaps this meant she would be free from the rise of frigid water. A home?
The thought meandered into her mind and now she wondered why all of a sudden it came to her, she’d never really contemplated the idea before, and in her head a tiny little voice quietly whispered you are home. It was that stallion, he was questioning her. Well, no, she was alone in the world like him. She heard him plunge on in request and her heart beat with sick anticipation, oh how she could just jump on top of him and frolic with sheer happiness right now. He wanted to ‘traverse’ with her; no he would be honored if she did! She couldn’t push him away, she couldn’t disappoint him; she’d only disappoint herself. Despite all this, her answer wasn’t one that would please.
“I can’-” she began feeling as though she were speaking through another, a mouth piece for other beings, yet she stopped, and stood silent for a second pushing down this new desire to refuse him. Mes shifted her eyes from Values and back over the land they could see so much of. “No, I never stay in one place too long, I’d be honored to join you as well.” She’d done it, sealed a contract of sorts, and it only took a few words, where backing out would make her look like a fool.
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Post by stitchedskull on Sept 9, 2006 10:50:21 GMT -5
Now, a fish in a net, he had her, and only with the most violent wriggly and a broken thread in the net might she escape with a large quantity of luck. His maw twisted into a smile as he stepped over the bloody patch of snake and nuzzled her gently. Ivory lasher whipped his sides, creating small wind storms and he turned sharply on his hinds and trotted from the mare. Dreads danced violently as his head snapped back and to the side, deep, mesmorising pools watched her, thorns held high. His maw was twisted into a horse-smile as he cantered several paces and haulted.
Inviting her to his game of chase, he reared lightly and threw his upperhalf to the earth, giving a palyful cry. His muscles twisted below his glossy, ebon hide as he swirled around to face her, dreads flying. Perhaps this explained why so many mares would leave him, muttering "what was I thinking?" That's what you were thinking... a perfect mold of a perfect stallion. A snake in horse's clothing.
And now the venom was in her blood. He'd only have to wait for her to fully fall under he spell before he had his next meal. |
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Post by Crow'sia on Sept 10, 2006 12:04:45 GMT -5
He enthralled her, but frightened her all at the same time; a sensory overload. She had come from her own travels, the end of a fire and start of a flood, come across Pornographic Values and tackled a cliff, and despite how tired the mare was, she felt a sensation of energy pulsing through her, stripping it away. His smile was absolutely petrifying to the paranoid residents of her mind, but Psychro ignored it. The way he watched her and seemed to be thinking so much more made her coinscience violently sick, but Psychro forgot about it. It didn't matter that he teased her, or that he acted so arrogant and proud and tried to establish a subtle dominance, as long as he was around, she knew she'd follow. The only enitity that stood between her and him was them, her friends. Well then, she would just has to rid herself of them, wouldn't she?
When he jumped into the air and called she followed, it was ridiculous and childlike of him, but she followed. Life was never so dull when if she could still play. Dropping her own body down to the earth and her muscles tensing heavily to keep balence she gave a small and giddy laugh and began to run away from him. Like a game of tag. How was she to know how twisted he truly was?
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Post by stitchedskull on Sept 10, 2006 15:39:49 GMT -5
Bucking lightly, he spiraled around to face her, lifting his forehooves, then launching from his hind anchors. Lunging after her he canctered just behind her before darting up to nip her rump playfully. Skidding to a hault his skull thrashed back in his sudden movement. Turning sharply again, he bolted to the side and swerved to greet her crania.
With a sudden stop he out stretched his neck to nuzzle her gently. It was so easy. What fools they all were. Was this really all he would have to do? Was she really as surrendered as she seemed? Just incase, he would keep playing her. Too quickly and he would lose her for sure. It was almost too tempting, but Porno had the patients of a tiger.
(It was really lame... but I'm emotionally drained. I posted up why.)
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Post by Crow'sia on Sept 24, 2006 0:26:45 GMT -5
Mes wasn't looking behind her often to check where Values had gone off too, all she knew what that he was in fact chasing her, and well, that's probably why she nearly jumped three feet into the air when his teeth grazed her rump. Her head swung back, mane flicking and poking deep into her eyes just in time to see him pause and then come up beside her, his face in her own. She pushed her front legs foreward and transferred the magority of her weight to absorb the shock her hooves created on the earth and came to a stop as well. The rather shriveled mare watched his moves again carefully, his eyes, which were not like her own, his movement, and as he pushed his face against her gently Mes felt herself recoil to the unfamilarity of the situation.
She did not move for a moment and then feeling something break, a wall of sorts, thought to return the favour. Only the mare did not do so. She did not take a step, instead, she laughed rather insanely and in the way only a female can, and took off running again. Temptation was a sin, only Mes wanted escape, not salvation.
OOC; Yeah, the muse death.
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Post by stitchedskull on Sept 27, 2006 20:20:35 GMT -5
Auds rose as he watched her stand. A single knife rose to his breast as he prepared to step closer, then, she was gone. Boa snapped back, his skull tipping to the side as he watched her bolt with crazed laugher. For a moment his slick, midnight form stood, then was off in a rush of his bleached feathery tassels.
Creased flesh ripped over straining muscles as his pillars jerked foreward, then curled up to his sleek belly, then out again. Thorns lay flat, the wind rushing over them to streak across his flags. His muzzle was pointed up, the scent of the wild filling his nares. Reek of mare entered his open scensors as he grinned to himself, letting his powerful gazers open.
(UNFINISHED)
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