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| Tweet Topic Started: May 9 2013, 08:22 PM (505 Views) | |
| DarkShadow | May 9 2013, 08:22 PM Post #1 |
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Pandra snorted softly to herself, chocolate colored eyes absorbing in all the fall colors around her. However, unlike most equines, the mare didn't find the sights glorious in the slightest bit. In faact, the Dark was rather repulsed by the beauty the season had to offer. This was mainly because the mare knew that, despite the cool and calm weather Kormada had to offer now, Winter would come biting them all on the rump sooner than most expected. Shaking her dark colored mane from one side of her neck to the other, Pandra continued forward, not really sure as to what she was looking for. The mare was ready to settle down, this much was true. However, the bay didn't have the eagerness as many mares did to spawn offspring and win a stallion's heart. In all actuality, Pandra just wanted status and to be an important member of the herd. The mare had learned from her mother that you didn't matter unless everyone knew your name. It was this that Pandra was trying to achieve, making sure that everyone knew her name, knew how important she was. Power one could call it, but in all honesty, the Warmblood just wanted to be worshiped. Halting her cream colored hooves, the female took in all around her. There were other mares and a few stallions here and there. Groups of two, sometimes three, spotted the land spread out in front of her. It seemed that it was the season when all males sought out their females. Of course, there was usually only one thing on their minds, but Pandra didn't let that discourage her. She'd be denying whatever male confronted her, but she knew she could handle herself. Pandra wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. Besides, when you cared only for your own well-being, other beings tended to not be a threat or a worry. Deciding things would go her way in these lands, Pandra made her way forward once more. With a cool breeze blowing in her face, the mare's ebony mane danced around her figure, making her seem almost angelic. Anyone who knew the mare would know how ironic of a metaphor that was. Then again, no one really knew Pandra or her ways. Today, that would change. Tossing her skull, the female stopped within reach of a small pond. Taking a quick look around, the bay lowered her pink and white muzzle to the water's surface and slurped in the nutrients rather unladylike. Lifting her muzzle, Pandra watched the mares come and go, water dripping back to its life source from her jaws. Snorting to herself, the muscular equine lowered her mouth to the water again and quickly slurped some more of the liquid before taking a tentative step forward into its grasp. Soon, the mare was knee deep in the water and, when she found the water to be no deeper, she sighed and closed her chocolate eyes. She would relax for now, not a care in the world. Her bay ears swiveled atop her ebony crow of a mane, searching for the sound of approaching hoof beats. |
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| madie | May 10 2013, 12:44 AM Post #2 |
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A disturbance ripples across the water’s surface. The pond is small (alive with algae and water grass) tucked against a dense treeline. He rests like a spider on the edge of his web, sensing and memorizing every disruption to the carefully place strands. Eyes that the mare has not yet seen, dark and red, study her from the shadows as she raises her lips from the water’s surface. She is no average fly, he can tell, though he is not sure just what she is. His legs unfurl like growing vine as he slithers through the dying autumn trees. Leaves of gold adorn his tangled, unkempt mane. He hesitates at the waters edge, neck arched and proud, eyes as dark as his hide ensnaring every curve of her body. A soft snort that vibrates his nostrils escapes in a plume of warm breath against the brisk autumn air. He wades into the water, his tail floating in a long trail of red hair, bramble, and fallen leaves behind him. He comes to a gradual halt, the wake of his movements causing his mass of hair to wrap and curl around his suddenly still legs. His expression is one of impassiveness, though his eyes threaten and temp with fire and writhing smoke as they seek to meet hers. They stand at equal heights, towering like the trees from whence he came. “My name is Fenrir.” he says in a voice like shadow and whispered passion. “You are?” Fenrir stretches out a nose to greet her, a sly grin all but revealing his rotten intentions. He wonders quietly if she is really a fly at all. Perhaps, she is a spider with a sticky web of her own. fenrir; |
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| DarkShadow | May 10 2013, 08:47 PM Post #3 |
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The scent of another equine hit the mare quite abruptly, riding in on a stray breeze. Opening her chocolate eyes, Pandra found herself facing a dark brute, one that seemed to be roughly her height. His mane and tail were somewhat matted and entwined with brambles and random foliage. Despite his rather rough appearance, the bay found some sort of forbidden beauty about him. The male made his way towards her, sending ripples of shallow water in her direction. Pandra snorted, a look of interest upon her features. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide her interest in this male, her desire to know what exactly he could offer her. She could tell just by looking upon his face that he had pride and a hidden evil about him. Then again, it could just be the fact that he looked like he'd just come out of some sort of underworld that had treated him unkindly. Shaking her head slightly, Pandra focused on the brute before her. His voice reached out to tighten their grip around her ears, capturing her full attention. The female offered a lazy grin, one that hid her true nature quite well. She'd play the sweet, quiet type for now. The stallion, now revealed to be Fenrir, stretched his muzzle towards her in greeting. Arching her thick, well muscled neck, Pandra exhaled softly into his nostrils in traditional hello. Despite her alliance, she could be sweet when it benefited her. Tossing her head, the female made sure she was just out of the stallion's reach and she watched him closely, deep eyes narrowed as she did so. “I'm Pandra. The pleasure is all yours, that I'm certain of.” The mare's tender voice slithered out of her jaws, her grin turning playful and seductive all at once. Stomping a two toned limb, Pandra sent the water's surface splashing in all directions. She side stepped around the male, watching his form for sudden movements. She didn't know if she could trust him not to attack when her back was turned. “What brings you here, Fenrir? Seeking little lambs to fill your flock?” The bay snorted loudly, tilting her head in mock interest as to what the male would respond with. |
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| madie | May 13 2013, 04:43 PM Post #4 |
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Leaves fall, each searching for a place along the pond’s surface. For a moment the water returns to placidity. They stand near, but just out of reach. Fenrir smiles at her tactics, taking just enough to make him want more. He is a proud, arrogant stallion; this much is evident in the arch of his neck, the shadows that play in his eyes. He is daunting in that he is more wrath and lustfulness than flesh and bone. His smile is one of deception, hiding the danger that lurks beneath his skin. “I eat little lambs.” He replies with a lick of his lips. He is very much the wolf he is named after (sly and tactical). His flicks his heavy tail, doing little more than stirring the water behind him. “You are not a little lamb....” He pauses, a wry grin revealing yellowed teeth. “Now are you?” He moves just a step closer as water splashes against crimson hairs revealing the blackness of his flesh. The serum of algae and newly wetted sweat drips from his neck and chest like blood from an open wound. He circles her, stirring the mossy bottom of the pond (clouded prints billowing in his wake). “Pandra...” He recites, his forked tongue flicking to taste every syllable. His body stills, eyes stealing every feminine curve of her body before settling upon her eyes. “What is it you want from this world?” He asks as if he has something to offer. “Power? A name?” he tempts. His muscles crawl along his powerful shoulders as he rests a hind leg. Water seeps through his hide, weighing down his mass of tangled hair. He is beautiful, water dripping down his sharp, masculine face. “Come...” He says, taking just one step closer. “Make something of yourself beside me.” He says to the spider-mare with a wry, wet smile. |
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| DarkShadow | May 13 2013, 09:22 PM Post #5 |
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Pandra noted the smile that chose to sneak through the malice in his features. She wasn't sure what his goal was, let alone what he wanted out of her. Granted, the bay was gorgeous in her own right. Her muscular frame wasn't brutish in the slightest bit. She had the elegant movement and form that most mares lacked. Not to mention she wasn't the kind of mare to lay low and take every blow and cruel word one would throw her way. No, Pandra was a fighter and that was something the brutes of her alliance seemed to have a soft spot for, if you could call it that. She knew how to play her cards in her favor and that was exactly what she was going to do with this stallion. The bay blinked softly, her feminine features not once softening. She chuckled half heartedly at the male's response. She didn't find him the slightest bit intimidating. Bay ears snapped forward at his comment, deep eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief. Of course she wasn't a lamb. Pandra was anything but weak and, in fact, she could out shine any female this stud had ever laid eyes on. The mare stomped a hoof, shaking her head as Fenrir made his way closer to her. “I'm anything but a lamb, darling. I'm the cobra at your hooves, waiting for you to move just a step closer. I'm more deadly that you can imagine.” The mare's voice tripped with venom, her chocolate eyes flashing dangerously. She bared her teeth, nostrils flaring as she snorted. He called her name as she watching him devour her figure. Resting a hoof, she allowed her teeth to go into hiding, though her body was still ridged. Fenrir questioned her desires and the mare could only laugh, her evil escaping in the sound. He had no idea what he was in for as he finally stated his own desire. Of course, it was only natural that he wanted her. Any male who didn't would be a fool. The hybrid took a step towards the male, her eyes flickering with seduction. She tilted her head as her voice flowed like poison from a bottle. “What makes you think I want you, stallion?” She didn't even give him the pleasure of a name. He was nothing to her and she was going to make sure he didn't think of her as an object. Pandra wasn't one to bend to this stallion's will and she was going to show him that. “You think I'll waltz right after you and join your little harem of mares? Ha!” She spat out a mock laugh, turning her rump to the brute. She wasn't afraid at all and now, she didn't worry about his lashing out. No, now Pandra was left without an ounce of fear towards the brute and that was dangerous for him. Pandra made her way to the bank and climbed gracefully to the earth, water dripping from every strand of hair amongst her tail and along her body. The bay didn't bother to shake the excess water free. Instead, she arched her neck so that she could peer back at Fenrir. “I'm to good for you, stallion. What have you to offer me?” She smirked, thinking that she held the perfect hand in their little game. After all, she wasn't one to be easily swayed. Pandra would make sure she'd get what she desired, one way or another. |
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| madie | May 22 2013, 02:15 AM Post #6 |
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Water trails down his straight profile before dripping from his lying lips. Small ripples against the water’s surface lap against his legs. He is brooding behind his calloused, apathetic expression. Inky tar slithers through every vein, blackening every membrane, and destroying every barrier until he is filled to the brim with shadow. His tongue flicked out to taste her scent, to devour her empty promises. His smile, black and dripping, widens as she likens herself to a cobra beneath his feet. “And then what would you do with me, you little snake?” He taunts, his tongue longing to taste the venom on her breath. He laughs. She has a sense of entitlement, a false sense of equality with the dominant gender. She is no more dangerous to him than any other mare, but he will entertain her fanciful interpretation of the way things are if only to see his desires evolve. Perhaps, she is too good for him (too beautiful, too queenly). He is shadow, lust, and sin while she is everything godly and clean. She climbs from the shallow pool, water dripping down the smooth lines of her legs (the hairs of her tail). His eyes cling to her like cancer, but he does not follow. “I fear I would have to trade my blackened soul for the likes of you, dear cobra.” He says in a dismal voice as if to play on whatever pity she may have. But, his sneering smile returns before the sound of his voice had dissipated. He never was too good at playing injured. “I don’t make deals with snakes that don’t bite.” He says, yellowed teeth flashing from behind his lips of red. “Tell me what makes you so deadly?” He derides. |
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| DarkShadow | May 22 2013, 08:02 PM Post #7 |
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If Pandra had indeed been a snake, she would've bitten this brute and been on her way by now. However, something about him intrigued her and kept her here, toying with his mind. Granted, that alone was enough for her to stay. Being manipulative, Pandra had learned the quiet ones were often the most evil, herself included. It seemed, though, that Fenrir was a little late to the party on that little tid bit of information. The male questioned her credibility and the bay snorted in response. Ha! Was he really brave enough to assume she was harmless? Or was it simply carelessness? Either way, Pandra wasn't at all pleased with this turn of events. His laughter the followed his daring statement made the situation worse and the Warmblood flattened her ears. This stallion seemed to think he could rule her like he would any other female. That was where he was wrong. Pandra wouldn't stand for being bullied, nor would she allow Fenrir to believe that he could do what he pleased with her and get away with it. No, she wasn't your normal maiden in distress. As she left the water's grasp, the bay laughed mockingly at the male's reply to her previous statement. “Stallion, you and I both know you lack a soul, blackened or not. You're merely a nobody, dear.” She turned away just as Fenrir allowed a smile to cross his features. As the bay began to walk away, seemingly uninterested, the male spoke again. This time, however, the female whirled around, teeth bared warningly. “I'm not your little lap mare, stallion. I refuse to be your heir barer.” Taking a threateningly, at least that's what she intended it to be, step forward, Pandra's nostrils flared angrily. He'd struck a nerve and it was obvious. Even though it might be a ruse to get her to react (and Pandra knew she shouldn't), she couldn't help it. “I sincerely hope you don't expect me to follow you home like a lost puppy, begging for your love and attention. Ha! You, stallion, you're the one who'll be grovelling at my hooves, begging me to give you mercy.” If she could have spat at the male, the bay most certainly would have. As it was, she was ready to skin him alive. How dare he assume she was harmless! Maybe his other, pitiful little mares were, but not her, never her. Standing tall, her features still tense and threatening, Pandra's chocolate eyes glared at the male. “Why shouldn't I kill you now, brute? You want me to prove how deadly I am? So be it. Be the big bad brute you think you are then. Come.” A snort escaped her and a laugh soon followed. “You wouldn't dare, stallion. You've been around your frilly little mares for far to long.” A cackle of evil escaped her jaws and Pandra turned on her hindquarters, a sign that she was in no way threatened by Fenrir. The bay mare wondered if this stallion had ever been denied before. She doubted it strongly, but she was more than willing to be the first mare to do so. After all, she wasn't the slightest bit worried about him. He was just as interested in her as she was in him. They played a dangerous game and Pandra was certain she was going to come out on top. |
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| madie | May 29 2013, 02:37 AM Post #8 |
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WARNING! a small amount of coarse language! PG-13 His insides fester like an open wound; writhe like smoke from a flame. His yellowed sneer serves its purpose well, evident in the way Pandra whirls around in a fury of teeth and ill temper. His eyes delight, black and full of mirth. His ears, however, betray her words, burying themselves deep within his red mane as she steps threateningly closer. His head snakes low, teeth yearning for flesh. Perhaps, if he had an ounce of quick temperedness he would have put her in her place, quickly snuffed out her sour attitude. Alas, Fenrir is a product of lust, not wrath. He is more calculating and tactical than most when it comes to getting what he wants (even if his prize is merely a spat of carnal passion). “Don’t flatter yourself, darling.” He spits “You are not fit.” His hisses, dark, deep tones vibrating his core. He climbs from the shallow pool, keeping a comfortably close distance away from the mare should she decide to follow through with her idle threats. Water trails behind him, eagerly rolling back to its life source. “Now, don’t be foolish...” he coos. “You and I both know there aren't many stallions willing to put up with your shit; as beautiful as you may be.” He could destroy her beauty in an instant, ruin her for everyone else. “Why don’t you wait and kill me when we get home.” He says with a wry smirk as he gives her backside the once-over. He slithers towards Bitter Lullen, leaving Pandra to make her own grown up decisions. |
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| DarkShadow | Aug 9 2013, 03:53 PM Post #9 |
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Pandra didn’t bother to notice that the stallion displayed his own threatening body language. The mare was too wrapped up in her own rage to pay him any attention. Had he attacked, the bay probably would’ve been caught off guard. Snorting loudly, the maiden’s ears lifted slightly from her skull as the brute began to speak. They only return to their spot, hidden amongst her ebony locks. How dare he! She was, Pandra believed for a fact, the most attractive female this imbecile had ever laid his eyes on. He was a fool for disrespecting her so. Of course, she didn’t expect anything less. Chocolate eyes watch carefully, though her anger and disgust was still quite evident, as the stud made his way from the grasp of the pond. He speaks again, though Pandra doesn’t bother to make any movement to acknowledge so. Pandra chuckles half-heartedly, an ounce of venom in the sound. “You’re the foolish one, stallion. What makes you think there aren’t others out there, simply because they’re not here to grovel at my hooves? Ha!” The bay snorts again at the thought. There were plenty of males within this world who would die to have her so much as even look upon them. Though, if this were true, why was she wasting her time here? Pandra wouldn’t dare let this stallion see her begin to doubt herself. Raising her head high, she listening as he spoke again, a cruel grin crossing her features. “Why wait? I have no desire to be a bottom feeder amongst your idiot mares.” She notices his movements leading him away from the Homeless grounds. A sneer crosses her gorgeous features as she realizes what he’s doing. Tricking her into following him, knowing that her curiosity would eventually grab hold of her and lead her to follow him into his lands, he was smart for a fool. Taking a few steps after the male, Pandra sighs heavily, though she doubted the male could hear. She wouldn’t let herself be the bottom of the totem pole, he had to know that much. Fenrir wasn’t as foolish as he seemed; at least, the bay hoped one couldn’t be so idiotic. If he believed there weren’t many willing to deal with her, why was he willing to? He had something scheming in the pea brain of his. Of course, the only way she was going to find out was to follow him…. OOC- So consider her claimed haha. She's to curious for her own good P: |
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