.Hellbound Reject.

[Hazel]

Conquistador
If we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down together

.Sunkissed bodice thundered firth into the hell bound lands, barren of life, empty, silent. He snorted, breaking all the rules of the forgotten lands. He spoiled the peace of the dark land just by standing, so still, yet so lively. Glazed orbs shifted slowly over the hills, the murk waters, the filth that imhabited the swamp lands. Twisted serpentine raised towards the clouds. He reared, talons slashing the skies with a fury, the force knocking the wind from the earth grasp. He landed, the thud echoing througout the woodlands that surrounding the glade in which the clydesdale brute stood.

.The brutes curse was Conquistador, master of the Lies. Blood hued bulk moved steadily around on the spot, facing the opposite side of the realm. His sides were dark mahogany with few dotts of white about the crest. A milky streak etched its way down his crown, leading towards his maw like a lightening bolt. Darl chocolate tassles hung loosely over his thick crest and flanks. Orbs shifted over the heavy dew lingering across the stream. The brute stepped blankly towards it, crest lowered as he sipped at its depths. It was sour tasting and caused the beast to grimace. He looked up and was surprised, though didnt show it, to see that all the lands were flooded past the tiny stream.

.Feathered pillars stumbled over wet, browning grasses; deprived of sunlight for quite some time. Trees overhung with heavy branches, littered with tangled carcasses, the remains of many small creatures caught within the great okas grasp. Sblack personing, the dark bastard picked up speed, gently sloping downwards as the geo shifted. He was soon at a steady trot, out of the sullen forests and into a large, grassy clearing. Finaly, he had discovered food. He slowed until he was heaving in a steady spot, crest lowered as the demon began to graze. The grass, too, was slightly sour, polluted by the two-legged strangers machinery, or perhapse becuse it was so new after the fires, or maybe the pollution in the flooded rain water. He snorted, winds brushing past the seemingly sweet fields, and he turned, entering the doomed lands once more. A laugh shook his metal frame, chest heaving rapidly, he wasnt sure why he did it, but he did. He was here, and ready to take on the oncoming world. His mane was tossed whilst whipchord attacked his stained withers.

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ooc: muse is low this is going to suck xP

Delivate diamonds hit the ground in a steady rhythm. The spotted femmora made her way through the soaked lands. Seemed to her that she arrived at a bad time, or the right time. Seeing as most the lands were flooded and covered in scorch marks. It all depends on how you look at it. A sigh heaved from her chest as she looked around. Nothing interesting had come to her sight yet. Nothing. But, nonetheless, she continued on her way through the lands. Trying to find some sort of activity.

Ah, and just what she wished came true. A dark brute came to her sight. He was just as big as she from what she could see at this distance. She moved warily closer. As she arrived she did not speak or give her any notice of her arrival. Her maw lowered to the delicate blades of grass and she began feeding. Keeping herself a bit of the ways behind the male, trying not to be noticed so easily if he was not kind.

ooc: told you!

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[Hazel]

Conquistador
Every time I take a step the light gets dim

Pillars stood as he tipped crest down once more to take a bite of the rain washed grasses, maw was soaked as he opened, gulping up liquids as he attempted to eat the most flodded patch of greenery. He snorted, sending a spray of water flaring upwards towards his face, hitting his chest with its spray. Crest moved upwards, dripping sullenly with its salty berth, his serpentine stained with dark, fluid colours. He turned, hearing movement behind. He watched as a large mare made her way through the hellbound lands. He grinned as she attempted to ignore him. It wouldnt be that way for long.

Feathered pillars briefly emerged from its depth beofre plunging back inwards as he made his way towards the cross-breed vixen. Such a pretty femme, white washed and dotted with dalmation black spots, but with the lusterous body of a friesian. Nice, very nice...Just the way Conquistador liked his females. Either huge and spirited with enough guts to fight him or small and weak, easy to take advantage of. Either way he loved them. Anything other was just not worth it, and definatly not nearly as fun to play with. Flicking his whipchord against his flanks, he stopped directly in front of her face, staring down with a raised brow, grinning at her. At first he was just silent, but fierce toned words burst worth after just a few seconds of waiting for her to even look up.

"I would be better if you looked up femme, so that I can more easily greet you."

She snorted at her, his words had a commanding edge to them, yet they also laughed at her stupidity. Any mare knew that whilst grazing any old brute could wander up behind and mount, especialy a brute as big as Conquistador, a huge 18hh bulk wasnt easily shook off ones back. He stomped a hoof and nudged her chest in annoyence at her incompitance.

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ooc: going to modify her personality a bit if thats alright, I don't play shy well.

Auds flicked with the shuffling of ones feet nearby. Her maw lifted from the water flushed grasses, dripping a bit with the sour liquid. Her visors of a delicate blue met with his just as his words slipped out. A snort blew through her paper thins as she took a few steps back to get a better look of the brute. A mixed colored clydesdale, around four inches taller then her. Most likely the cocky type as most larger breeds are. "And who says that I want you to greet me?" Her rough lyrics sunk like stone in the air. She really wasn't one that would take being pushed around. She isn't the type that would run about and do what a stag says like the ditzy mares. Her banner flicked behind her, ridding her bodice of a nag or two wilst spraying water in the air.

[Hazel]

Conquistador
Angels greet me but I don't reply back

He grinned at her stubborness. Perfect. He hissed lowly at her and eyed her carefully, taking in the full beauty of her barrel. She realy was perfect. Good height, big enough to produce good foals yet not too high that he couldnt mount her. Good colouring too. He pondered over her happily but snapped back to relity at her spoke to him in slightly annoyed tones, it seemed. He shook his head, sad for her. She wasnt the brightest. Conquistador was though. He was very smart and cunning, a sly beast he was too.

"You dont realy have a choice femme. If I greet you, it is of my own will, not yours. Think over femme, wouldnt we be better of if we forgot this little argument? Come, tell me your name."

He grinned. Manipulating mares was a fun thing indeed, and though she prooved herself stupid, would she be as stupid as to take the bait and be left high and dry? He flickered his banned as she did, his tassles were not long enough to touch the water and only whipped the inside of his pillars lightly. Audes perked up high as his chocolate orbs peered down coldly at the pretty mare. He wasnt one to mount before he knew a name, but in this case he nmight have to make an exeption. He doubted she would give him her name, but if that was so, she wouldnt get his either.

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A snort arose from her nares once more. Yeah, he was definiatly cocky. You sure like to poke your nose where it doesn't belong don't you? She hissed at him. Probably something else also. She thought to herself, still keeping a close eye on her while pondering to herself. She was sure that he wasn't here just to chat. He wanted something that she wasn't to willing to give. As for her name, that would stay to herself for now. At least until he proved himself to be different then what she expected.

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[Hazel]

Conquistador
Analyze the strength of my game

He grinned at her and nodded, she caught him, and he caught her. She was an ignorant vixen, a disobediant bitch that needed to be taught a lesson. He would show her not to mock Conquistador, once and for all. He snorted upon her with full force, shaking her tassles from her eyes. He grunted and began to circle her, making no move to mount...yet.

"Sure do, but it was an innocent question. If you dont want to say, feel free, but you wont find out mine either."

As he rounded the second time, he nipped her quaters with his sharp ivories, uncaring if he drew blood. He made it back to her face and slowed, but continued to pace. He muttered lowly in her aud, but even he couldnt hear his own words. He hissed and began to nibble up her bad, making his own fur stand on end. He was getting too exeited for his own good. He reared suddently, out of the blue, and gripped her quaters. But he had got it wrong, she was a very big mare. He felt himself slipping backwards uneasily, didnt help that he was up to his knees in swamp water.

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She kept her pools on him at all times during his orbiting. She looked back and could feel his weight upon her haunches. Her auds pinned tight, appearing to be stitched to her crown. She bucked out with full force, particularly aiming for his groin. Teach him not to go sticking himself in dangerous places. After lashing out at him she moved forward and wheeled around to face him. Not running like a little coward or calling for help like a damsel in distress. She snorted once more, her appearance looking a bit intimidating. But nonetheless, she waited for his next move. Would he realize that she could hold her own? Or would he try again like the idiot he appeared to be?

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[Hazel]

Conquistador
Come fight me, dare or die?

He felt himself falling behins, seeping down upon her mutt-breed rump. He realy wasnt used to the appoloosa look printed upon a friesian hind, he mistook her barrel to be somewhat smaller. He snorted and opened eyes widee as he saw her buck. The pain that filled him shook through his entire bodice, he slipped instantly from her, lowering his head he sighed painfully. After amoment or too, the pain eased down slightly, but not by much. Audes pressed against his crown in anger, eyes were wide, slightly ringed with a milky white arora. Crest inched up higher, slowly, tenderly. That had never happened to him before. He would have to be more careful in the furture. But though she had hurt him, he felt more attacted to the fierce mare, more his type. A fighter, spirited, not afraid to stand and fight. He grinned, though from his features he was clearly angry. His voice shook through the agony and fustration.

"You have done well...I suppose. Ill leave you be. I dont fight the spirited, just the pathetic beasts that claim to still be horses. They arnt equines, not true wild steeds, but you are. And thankyou for teaching me a...Valuable lesson."

He attempted to step away through the murky waters, but the pain was too much. Hind legs clamped firmly together, banner pressed against his won rump like a mare in heat, he sighed once more and allowed his crest freedom, lowering it to the waters and standing quite still, exept for the steady shaking in his four limbs. His audes twitched uncomfortably as he waited. would she stay or would she go?

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A snort came forth through her nares as he spoke once more. He just wouldn't shut up would he? "You got what you deserved brute" She said with yet another snort. She saw him in pain and couldn't help but laugh at him for his stupidity. Though she knew it most likely wouldn't change his ways of trying to rape mares. Did she leave? No. She stayed where she was and grazed through the waters. Not going to just up and run on some foolish stag's account.

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[Hazel]

<sup>Connie
Hells open, come on inside

He snorted. Stubborn bitch. He glaed at her and turned, moving of in search of bette rprey, a victim more likely to allow his deed to spread forth. Though he claimed to have learnt a lesson, he didnt realy, for he would conue raping and whatever, it was all good. He limped away painfully, looking for something to ease the pain.</sup>