-The Lonliness, the Emptiness-

[Abba]

Ramaskith

Another lie that I carry on.
I need to get back to the place I belong, I'm coming home

The stag continued after the mare at first, shaking his head in dismay that she didn't agree with his idea of playing. Giving off a tiny snort he slowed down, allowing the mare to slip out of his sight. Then, he dropped his maw, grasping a few strands of grass. She would be back. After all, the mares were addicted to the 'bad' boy images and he was most definitely one of them. Tilting his auds around he finally piced up on the sound of another equine. A mare, this one not running away from him. Which was a good sign in the first place. Gently, he lifted his head up, dipping it and stepping in towards her, closing the space between them. "And hello, breathtaking." he responded to her greeting, swishing his tail once.

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---Behind the post---
. 156 words
. I. Got. Nothing.

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[lady shady]

Sheba
See how I'll leave with every piece of you,
Don't underestimate the things that I will do

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Breathtaking, hmm? It wasn't like she hadn't heard that one before, but she rarely got tired of it. Arching her smooth gray neck, she pranced in place, coming a few inches closer, but still staying slightly out of his reach. She laughed softly in response, looking up at him through the fringe of hair covered her eyes. "You flatter me," she replied in a careless manner. She had done this so often that she didn't need to tell herself not to care any more, stag's compliments meant nothing to her, but she certainly wouldn't say no to them. "Well, handsome stranger," she continued silkily,"do you have a name that goes with that princely face?"

Questions finished for the moment, she moved toward the stream, lowering her head for a drink. The cool liquid felt good on her dry throat, it would refresh her and smooth her voice. And she'd need that voice in good condition if she was to convince this stag that she was all he'd ever wanted. Finishing her drink, she faced him now, dished Arabian face and deep brown eyes shown off to the full advantage. She moved closer, beginning to circle him slowly, the distance between them lessening with every round she made. She moved effortlessly, small muscles coiling and stretching like a snake's. Finally reaching him, she brushed again his warm side, tail twining around his hindquarters and drifting over his strong legs. Warm breath tickling his back, she murmured, as she had so many times, "You know, you have me quite enchanted, stranger..." Stopping slowly, she retreated a few steps. "I...apologize for my...forwardness,"she mumbled, head low, seeming shocked at herself. "I...don't know what's come over me," she went on, looking up at him again, this time with wide eyes. Let him think her helpless, a slave to emotion. Oh, let him think her powerless, let him think of her any way he wished, as long as she made him hers. Once he was hers, the tables would turn. And the best part is, the stags never knew it. Thinking themselves strong and devoted, they had all become her slaves. It didn't matter if they were submissive to her, in fact, often they were quite the opposite, but they all had fallen under the spell that she cast with a practiced ease. The had succumbed to her temptation, they had succumbed to their own desires, and in the end they had essentially destroyed themselves in pursuit of her. It gave her a mad sort of glee to take something from the stags that pursued her, to flaunt herself before them, to tantalize them to the point of torture, and then to leave, disappearing without a trace. Seeing them crumble built up something inside the mare. She often liked to think that her heart was built from the ruins of others'. Yes, it was satisfying to have the power to take something from life after life had taken from her.

Yet, she was beginning to realize that the stag before her was different. He seemed deeper, darker, more intense, and more powerful than most of the studs she had come across. Something in her was drawn to that, heightening her desire to make him hers, relishing the thought of a challenge. It had been so long since the last stallion...her weeks of wandering had not brought her in contact with any stags other than Keanu. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. It was good to be back where she belonged. Ears flicked forward, she waited to see how the stag would respond. It was his turn in her favorite game.

--behind the post--
636 words according to the word count
written after a very long day of travel, sorry if some parts don't make any sense xD

[aPPY]

Ramaskith

"You flatter me," she said. His dark grin deepened, the lips curving in such a masculine way. "Well, handsome stranger, do you have a name that goes with that princely face?" she asked, her voice like silk and sliding across his skin. The spirit inside him ate it up greedily, projecting dangerous thoughts through Ramaskith's head. He pushed them back, reminding the being that it was time to play, and play they would. The smaller and delicate looking arabian mare was quite lovely. A pure and washed out grey color, bright brown eyes that showed a deepness too them. Perhaps he would add more to the dark abyss that loomed in the back, and her willingness to participate in his games made it all the more fun.

"I have been graced with the name of Ramaskith," his voice rumbled, "Ma chéri." The mare turned and walked towards the stream, her body swaying gracefully as only a mare could move. He stood there, watching her intently as the dark thoughts were thrown at him. Her body, mangled on the ground as the blood ran like a river on the forest floor. She lifted her head to look at him, water dripping off her maw and down her whiskers enticingly. He couldn't help but imagine those eyes, staring at him as the life drained from them, becoming as dull as a rock and eventually drying like a raisin. The spirit inside chuckled menacingly, liking the direction these thoughts were taking.

The being left the control to Rama though, waiting to see if he would act himself or if he would have to do the dirty work again. He loomed in the background, silently pushing at Ramaskith as the mare walked closer. She walked around the large white body, inching closer as she became more and more bold. His eyes darkened as she brushed against his side, her tresses sliding along his hindquarters and across his muscular legs. She breathed into the skin that stretch across his back, "You know, you have me quite enchanted, stranger..." her voice faded as she stepped away from him. He turned, his eyes free of the darkness that was present just moments before, open and waiting without any demons. "I...apologize for my...forwardness," she murmured, her head low as if she were ashamed. "I...don't know what's come over me."

The mare looked up at him, dove like with her eyes wide and sinless. He smiled, stepping towards the small figure. How lovely, such a creature had fallen into his lap. He walked along side her, his large shoulder brushing against her much smaller one. "No need to apologize, alléchantes lionne," he replied, taking his turn to breathe against her skin this time, his lips reaching her audit and playfully tugging at the cartilage. He had to push at the spirit, the voice in his head yelling at him to bite down and rip the ear right out of her head. "Ange éblouissant," he whispered, along with other sweet nothings as he nickered softly.

// 512 words
I have acquired Abbas character.
I hope that's alright. (:
And yes, now he speaks French. :B
You don't have to look up the phrases,
"ma chéri" is just "my darling"
"alléchantes lionne" is "attractive lioness"
and "ange éblouissant" is "dazzling angel"
But, assuming Sheba can't speak French, it doesn't matter anyway. lol

[lady shady]

Sheba
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn

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Ramaskith.So that was his name? Strong sounding, yet somehow sinister too...she liked it. And apparently he had liked the liberty she had taken, coming after her as she moved away. Craving closeness, he had pressed against her, nibbling at the top of her ears, brushing against her side, breathing into her coat, murmuring, inhaling her scent. Typical reaction of most stags, she knew, but she did enjoy the attention. It meant that her conquest had begun. Sheba started by capturing the attention, and then the rest of the stag would always follow. She stood still, allowing him to fondle her, thinking, only half listening to what he called her. Stags often called her the same names, ranging from enchantress to pet to angel, all lacking sincerity as they sought to get closer to her for what she could give them, so why should this one, this Ramaskith, be any different? She leaned into his muscular side, obliging under his touch, appearing to be intoxicated by the few advances he had made so far. Her dainty ears pricked suddenly--what had he just called her? Ma chèrie? He was speaking the language of the ancients! Shifting her weight, she gazed up at him. How did he know how to speak it? She had often heard snatches of it, but rarely ran into younger horses who could speak it so easily. It unnerved her, reminding her that she needed to be careful. Stepping away from him, she stood a few feet away. Cursing herself for her moment of alarm, she attempted to disguise her startled movement as an enticing call to chase her. Standing with her back to Rama, she looked back at him over her shoulder, bobbing her head in a 'come hither' motion. Prancing away from him, creamy tail bouncing along jauntily behind her, she waded into the river, inviting him in, seeing how willing this one would be to follow her.

Waiting for him, she realized that he didn't know her name. Just as well. Some stags never asked for it, caught up only in what they wanted rather than who she was. She'd only give it if he asked. If he didn't care, he didn't deserve to know it.

--behind the post--
between 300 and 400 words.
mreh. not really much to say...

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[aPPY]

Ramaskith

The mare leaned into him, enjoying the soft touches he was providing. He smiled to himself, the spirit waiting to break the surface. Her ears pricked when he spoke, those unknown words rumbling in his throat. So she liked that, then? The ancient language that he seemed to know so well, although he couldn't remember how. She shifted, her brown eyes looking up at him. He returned her gaze with his own steady one, his lids appearing slightly droopy as he played his part. Make her think his intentions being of lust and passion, while the bloodied thoughts were whispered through his head. He was quite a good actor, possessing those desires that he portrayed, but they were only buried deep under the spirit's bloodlust.

Ramaskith's ears rotated forward as the mare stepped away from him. Her breathing caught before she could control it, her scent twinged with fear. Yes, she should fear him. She composed herself though, turning her head and motioning for him to follow. She was brave, staying near and continuing what she started even though she was afraid. She turned and trotted away, her body floating with each precise step, her tail bouncing behind her. A chase then? The spirit rose up within him, a sinister grin appearing on his face as he moved forward.

His muscles ripped with the slow movements, coiling and uncoiling underneath his skin. The mare stepped into the water, waiting for him to advance on her. Ramaskith's own hooves reached the river, slipping into the liquid without so much as a splash. The water, such a nice choice. Perhaps he would drown her, the lovely white pelt bucking as her lungs screamed for air. The spirits grin slipped into a more lopsided smile, as to not scare the poor creature. He walked up behind her, his muzzle brushing against her hindquarters as he inhaled. Such a nice smell, that of a mare. He gently rubbed his teeth along her spine but not biting just yet.

His body screamed to let it take control from the both of them, wanting to be the stallion that he was. The spirit walked forward slowly, his maw trailing along the mare's body. He would fulfill those desires soon, liking the idea of using his large seventeen hand frame to pound into her small fifteen, using his weight on her back to force her into the river and drown her as he raped her. He laughed in his head, such a wicked way to go.

Ramaskith breathed into her mane, now standing beside her. "So beautiful you are, ma chéri," he said, the 'r' rolling effortlessly in the back of his throat and vibrating against her warm skin. The sexual tension in the air was thick, threatening to suffocate them both. Something needed to be done to relieve it. "Where do your thoughts lie on such a perfect night, beauté enchanteresse?" he asked, biding his time wisely before he chose to strike out. She was just a little fly, caught in the spiders web.

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[lady shady]

Sheba
You're gonna wish you
Never had met me

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He came after her, as she knew he would. Moving around to her hindquarters, he ran his teeth along her back. So much like all the others. She pinned her ears in warning at his touch that had ceased to be gentle. If he was going to play rough with her, he ought to know that two could play at this game. She wouldn't be handled this way. If he was going to get what he wanted, or at least seemed to want, he was going to have to play by her rules. She swung around in the river, moving her hindquarters out of his reach. Nice try, she thought wryly as she faced him, ears still pointed backwards. She moved towards him, keeping her voice low. "You thought I'd be that easily won, did you, my pet?" she murmured scornfully, pausing to nibble at his withers. "Well. I don't play that way." Here, she sank her teeth softly into his withers, not so much as to discourage him completely, but as a warning. She did not move away, but stayed against his side, first watching the tiny trickle of blood emerge, then looking past his tail into the woods. She wouldn't leave him just yet, she'd barely gotten here. It was odd though. When she encountered most stags, their inner weakness repulsed her to the point where she had to force herself to stay. This stag...something about him screamed strength. Though, for some reason, she sensed that the strength was not his own. He was borrowing this strength from something...she mulled over the situation as she stared into the dying foliage. Sometimes strong emotion lent strength to the one who felt it. Grief over a death, anger over rejection...there were so many possible explanations for Rama's behavior. The way he acted fascinated her, made her want it as hers, made he want to break through it so that she could break him. And once he was broken? Well, they always took care of that themselves, didn't they? Driven mad with frustration, many of them often finished the work she had started.

He had started speaking the ancient language again, she noticed. Despite her limited vocabulary, his tone told her all that she needed to know. Becoming irritated, she stamped a dainty hoof in the water. The stag had seemed so interesting, but his words told her all he wanted. Another mare would do for him if that was all. She almost left him at that moment, knowing she could easily flee into the cover of the gnarled dead branches, squeezing her compact body into places where he would not be able to follow. But then, where would she be? Right back where she started, with no one to entertain her and satisfy her craving for control. She didn't move. "Patience..." she whispered aloud, more to herself then to Rama, though he certainly would be able to hear her at this close range. "Patience..."

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'bout 515 words
better pay attention Sheba...

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[Clippy]

I just fell, I don't know why...

Tari galloped for who knows how long, and eventually slowed a little, when she felt safe. She herd no approaching footfalls, which would indicate the stallion was in pursuit. But this confused the mare. Why would he stop following her? He had seemed...determined.
But, Tari didn't wish for the other choice. She was exhausted as is. Her stoumach protested her going to sleep right now, though, so the sighed and bent her head toward the grasses below her. They were not soft as the lush ones in the forest, but they would have to do. She graed for a while, glancing and checking every so often for the stag. Finally, she was satisfied.
She looked for a place to rest, doze for a while, feeling espically vulernable at the moment. She needed to fine someplace well-hidden. There was a small grove of trees to her right that seemed cozy enough, and protective, so she picked her way into the circlet, and laid down slowly, sighing with relif that her tired legs got a break. She closed her eyed, but seemed unable to sleep. She kept them closed, though, hoping for rest.
Tari took a deep breath, recounting the earlier events. She had managed to stand her ground for this long, but where would she fall?

...something's there we can't deny

251 words
Nada muse...my fingers just flew.
I've been a tad behind. O.o

[aPPY]

Ramaskith

The mares ears twisted backward, unhappy with his touch now. The spirit retreated, relinquishing control to Rama whom had a much gentler touch. She swiveled, facing him and leaving her luscious body out of reach. The spirit seethed, seeing the small window of opportunity closing. "You thought I'd be that easily won, did you, my pet?" she said as she stepped closer to him, ivory daggers pushed at his withers. She broke the skin between her teeth and it was his turn to pin his ears. It didn't hurt but it made him unhappy.

Ramaskith turned his head, twisting to look at the mare but not moving his body. She had called him her pet. He didn't like that, he was no ones pet. The mare was looking into the trees; wanting to escape? He smiled, brushing his muzzle against her back; the touch much softer now that Rama was back in control. "I wouldn't assume you to be easily won," he assured her, his voice husky and tinted with that ancient accent.

Mares in the past had swooned at his vocabulary, intrigued by the secrets hidden in his voice and the unknown words that he spoke. Paired with such a large and masculine frame they were trapped in his game within just a few moments. Ready to do just about anything he asked, completely enchanted until the spirit rose. The hushed words would turn to screams of terror, eventually fading with the life that was taken.

The creature beside him stomped her hoof, splashing in the water they stood in. was she irritated? What had he done? He could sense a growing unease in her and the spirit screamed for him to make his move. "Patience... Patience..." the mare whispered and he shoved the words at the spirit. Yes, patience was key. If the mare had wanted to leave, she could have made a move to do so. She hadn't yet, something was holding her here. Now, whether it was Rama or some secret he held, he didn't know. He was quite certain she didn't know of his intentions though, only suspecting what any other ordinary stallion would want. But he wasn't ordinary, was he?

The spirit sat in the back of Ramas mind, sulking but waiting for his chance. He wouldn't let the little Egyptian mare slip through his fingers but he would let Rama have his fun. Taking control from the simple minded creature was quite easy, and if he saw that the fae was going to get away he would stop her. Even if he had to tear apart the whole forest, he would find her eventually. He would feel her skin break as he bit into her flesh and listen to her bones snap under the force of his hooves. He would let her screams echo through the forest, unafraid of who would hear. Yes, he would so her just how much he wasn't her 'pet.'

// 501 words
yeahh. i just sort of let my anger roll with it. :B
yey for morbidity! i like playing Rama. (:

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[lady shady]

Sheba
Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all

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He ran his velvety lips along her hide again, his touch gentler now as he claimed that he hadn't thought her as a mare to be easily won. She flattened her ears at this, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Tu mens"

[/i] she hissed, accusing him of lying to her. From her limited exposure to the language, she had repeatedly heard this particular phrase. Warrior stags did not trust many others, and had used it almost every rare time that she had encountered one. "You lie" she repeated, more softly this time, in almost a whisper. "But I don't mind..." She moved back towards him, pressing into that strong grey hide, feeling his muscular frame unwavering under her touch. She ran her muzzle over the blood seeping slowly from the small wound she had inflicted before reaching up to caress his forehead, red dripping from her muzzle and now streaked across his face. They stood together, side by side in the river amongst the rotting corpses of the dark figures that had once been trees, looking eerie, like twin phantoms bathed in blood. Yes, Rama was different from all the others, so different...and for a moment, Sheba wanted him as much as she assumed he'd be wanting her. He was so powerful. She wanted it. Wanted it under her control, wanted him under her control. Rama had so many secrets. Just like she did. Maybe even more. But Sheba wanted to learn this secret badly, terribly, more than she had ever wanted anything from a stag. He must tell her. Yes, tell her...and maybe, just maybe, as a reward, she'd let him near enough to carry out what he'd been wanting to do. That is how much Sheba itched to be master of his secret. She was willing to let him have his way with her if only he would tell her. It was her price and she'd settle for nothing less, she told herself. Leaning on him, she rested her delicate head on his shoulder. "Rama," she whispered, words floating slowly up to his ear like cobwebs in the breeze, "Rama, let us take a walk in the woods..." She stepped toward the bank, twitching her tail hypnotically, suggesting to him the possible reward of heeding her suggestion. Sensing that he could be reluctant to leave the water, she turned and murmured, "We can always come back, you know..."

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bout 420 words
*yawns* So. Sleepy.
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[aPPY]

Ramaskith

Ramaskith's ears pricked at the foreign words. So she knew a few as well? Where did she know it from? That was always something he wanted to know, how he had learned the language so long ago. He didn't say anything though, the spirit advised him to be quiet and listen to the pretty little mare. She said the words in her native tongue next, the one they both understood, as well as most everyone else that walked these lands. No, he didn't lie. In fact, he truly didn't want to win her, he just wanted to kill her. Or at least, the spirit did and the spirit controlled what he did. Oh, but she didn't mind? She thought he was lying but she didn't care. He pondered that for a moment before the mare advanced on him, shoving against his unyielding figure as if she wanted to meld their bodies together. His eyelids drooped before sliding shut, savoring in the sense of touch.

He gently touched his muzzle to her neck as she touched the cut she had given him. He pulled his head away from her skin, his eyes opening as he tried to turn and look at her. She turned, touching his forehead with her wet maw, the blood seeping into the white skin and fading into the dark patch tha surrounded his right eye and down towards his nose, leaving a trail of red. He leaned into her touch, gently pushing against her muzzle before raising his own head and lipping at her forehead also. She then moved away, leaning against him and laying her tiara along his shoulder. He closed his eyes again and laid his head beside her withers, draping his neck of hers and breathing against her own shoulder.

The mare smelled so good and he wanted her. The spirit was pestering him to make his move, growing more and more impatient and starting to rise if he didn't do something soon. He kicked at the being, wishing he would go away and leave Rama to do as he wished, just once. The spirit got angry, claiming that he would never go away, never leave Ramaskith alone as he shot forward, assuming control of the body. But, before the spirit could fully take control, Rama locked him in a metal cage within his mind. He smiled inwardly as the spirit pulled at the bars, screaming profanities at him. The spirit was locked away, but for how long he would stay that way, it was uncertain. He could have his fun without interference; he could do what he wanted. He gently nuzzled her shoulder, lipping at her tresses.

His ears perked as she spoke his name, barely a whisper. He lifted his head as she suggested they take a walk. A walk? Perhaps the spirit was right, he should take his chance before it was too late. She stepped away from him, his body suddenly cold where her warm from had been. And now, the chance was gone. If he truly wanted to kill her he would follow her. Regain his chance. "We can always come back, you know..." she said, reassuring him. Yes, they could come back. Would he allow her to come back? The spirit screamed in the back of his head, infuriated at the change in these thoughts. His cage bounced un and down in Rama's mind, holding well for now.

Ramaskith smiled at the mare, pushing himself forward and out of the water with small splashes. He should accomplish his wishes before the spirit broke out and ruined his fun. He gently ran his muzzle along her spine as he passed her, the spirit wish he would take a chunk of her hide with his teeth. He stopped beside her, touching his maw to the spot where her neck and cheek met, "Lead the way, ma chéri," he whispered, realized that he, in fact, did not know her name. It didn't matter, however, because he wouldn't call her by it. Pet names in the ancient language suited him far better than actual names, but he did wonder what her title was. He breathed into her skin, brushing the thought aside. It was not important.

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Ramaskith quite likes Sheba, actually.
And now he has some time to himself, under his own control.
how interesting. (: