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Post by Abba on Aug 20, 2011 21:42:55 GMT -5
Well lookie here, lookie here
Another pretty thing waiting for me to grab Raine shifted through the meadow and towards the well streamed area. Water sounded perfect right now. But, she also wanted to find this Rama others had been speaking of. It seemed like the perfect place to used her skills. Yes. Maybe she would lure others into his grasp. She could recruit people for him. A war seemed like fun. So much fun. She would get to play with the warriors. Have her fill. Yes. That was exactly what she would do. She, she stayed in the meadow area, only edging close enough to the stream to get water. She didn't want to be with that blind mare. Being near her would bother her so much. How could she do it all? No this was so annoying. She would definitely help Rama with the war. It would give her something to do. And the lands needed to be under one ruler. Multiple rulers always led to horribleness. So. Since Rama was wanting to take over, Rama would get to take over. It was as simple as that.
Dropping her maw into the water and allowing herself to take a sip of the liquid her thirst was soon quenched. Allowing her neck to arch elegantly she perked her audits forwards hoping to hear someone approaching. Hopefully someone she could play with. Yes, play toys were good. Or maybe - for once - she would get to pledge her allegiance to Rama.
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Post by aPPY on Aug 21, 2011 11:25:39 GMT -5
Ramaskith carefully trotted forward, thoughts of Sheba and Sonalane running through his head. Not happy thoughts, no, just thoughts. Sheba, the grey mare who seemed to just linger past his grasp; who carried a piece of himself inside her. How frustrating it was, not to be able to just kill her off as he had planned! And then Sona! Showing up and acting as if she was in charge! She was nothing without him. Unrecognized and without all of this precious power she raved on and on about. He had all of the power. Or, he used to. And he would have to work hard to gain it all back, but gain it back he would! He would be recognized as a threat, someone to be obeyed and he would be feared! The people of his lands would cower at the shadows and stay together at night because, what if he was bored? What if he showed up and started killing for fun? He grinned to himself. The era of fear, he would start it, and everyone would be very, very afraid. He laughed, his voice bouncing off the trees. It would be grand!
He continued to move forward, soundlessly this time. His weight bouncing off the ground as if he only stayed on the ground by choice. The grasses tugged at his ankles, but broke under his stride and sent drops of dew into the air and across his skin. He allowed himself to focus on the things around him instead of the raging thoughts in his mind. A black figure moved in the distance and he inhaled, her scent mingled in with the smells of the grass and dirt. He smiled once before retreating behind a mask and pushing forward. His movements were normal, his steps pounding into the ground and sending small vibrations through the earth. The small Egyptian mare seemed to be waiting for something-- or someone? He slowed his pace to a walk, not wanting to approach her too fast. "Bonjour, ma petite" he said, stopping a few feet away. "What brings your lovely presence to my domain?" He smiled charmingly, his accent seeming to linger in the air with an exotic feel. His tail flickered to the side, the spirit dancing throughout his mind at the possibility at a new play toy; how ever long she may last.
// 404 words short post, but oh well. :B
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Post by Abba on Aug 21, 2011 18:33:54 GMT -5
Run Run Run away, run away baby
before I put my spell on you, you better
get get get away darling cause everything you've heard is true Raine swiftly shifted her body around so that her haunches were brought up underneath her. Tail, twirling around her hindlegs as she looked up to the stag. His accent and stance causing her to look just a tad bit closer at him, taking in his markings. "Hello," she started, shifting a tad bit closer. Yes, this was Rama. Immediately, she bowed her head down, allowing her front half of her body to drop also, one knee bent, the over flint stretching out in front of her. "Nice to see you, your highness." she said, still not removing herself from the bow. After waiting a few more seconds she pulled herself up, straightening out her neck, but allowing her cranium to be flexed at the poll. "I have come to inquire about your ranks. I would enjoy aiding you..." she said, flicking her mane out of her face and moving closer, allowing her tail to unravel from her legs and then twine itself around his front legs, breathing closely against his pelt and taking in his scent. "A downright honor it would be for someone such as I to serve the rightful leader of these lands." she muttered into his pelt before backing up and allowing him his space again. [/blockquote] ---Into the Mind . 237 words . Ummmm yea XD . Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars [/size] |
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Post by aPPY on Aug 26, 2011 16:42:04 GMT -5
"Hello," the mare said, stepping a stride closer and the spirit swirled around uninterested in his head. There had been quite a bit going on, but no recent killing and that dissatisfied him; though he was going to leave this one to Rama. He would much rather sit back and watch until the stupid loon screwed everything up again. Then his actions would be driven by anger and much, much more rewarding. Ramaskith's ears perked as the maiden lowered her head, her body dropping into a bow at his feet. This peaked the spirit's interest, but in a different way. He silently nudged the Rama-presence to figure out what this mare wanted. Perhaps to serve them? His eyes drifted over her body, hopefully this mare would be much more pleasing than the other two they had come across. "Nice to see you, your highness." You highness. How nice of someone to notice. Rama shifted though, not impressed. He waited for the fae to continue, perhaps leading to her reasoning for being here; then he would correct her. He was to be addressed as 'my Lord' or 'Lord Ramaskith.' Nothing more, nothing less. He was not a highness, he was not born into royalty.
The mare brought herself back up, standing on all four dainty legs. "I have come to inquire about your ranks. I would enjoy aiding you..." Oh? His ranks? As a warrior? Looking at the mare again, he doubted that. Perhaps a spy? Oh how lovely a spy, so deceiving it would be! The beautiful raven mare, enchanting the opposition and learning of their plans. And perhaps, even a recruiter? Lead back her followers to their doom among his ranks. He could make great use of this that she was offering. She stepped closer, and he felt her inhale his musky scent. His eyes followed her though he stood completely still as if he were a statue. "A downright honor it would be for someone such as I to serve the rightful leader of these lands." Yes. He was the rightful leader. It had always been his, he just needed to seize it! And he had been, before his memory was wiped in the accident he couldn't remember. He did remember some though, and he knew this was his destiny. To rule over everyone and be recognized as a threat. The mare backed away, leaving cold air close to his skin where she had hovered. He smiled at the vixen, taking his own step toward her.
"I believe, ma petite, that your services would greatly improve my invasion." he stated, continuing to walk forward along the side of the ebony creature. Not nearly close enough to touch, but it was if his presence was much larger and brushed against her coat; eerie enough to raise goosebumps on the flesh. Perhaps it was the spirit getting it's own taste of the stranger? Ramaskith circled the mare in flowing strides, his body barely moving as if he floated across the ground. The effect was mesmerizing and often confusing; how could one more so smoothly? As he walked along the other side, he moved closer, stopping next to her with his maw close to her ear. "It could quite possibly give me just the advantage I need..." he trailed off, slowing inhaling her scent as she had his. If she ran, he would find her by her smell alone. He smiled, a small twitch of his lips and his whiskers danced across the mare's neck.
"Though..." he whispered, eying her skin, "You must learn to address me correctly." he said, immediately sinking his teeth into her skin as punishment for her earlier error. He only bit far enough to break the skin, not nearly far enough to leave a mark. If she were to be a spy, he most certainly couldn't mark her up, could he? He stepped back in a flash, the slight amount of blood staining his lips and mouth; the coppery taste sweet on his tongue. "I am to be addressed as 'my lord or 'lord Ramaskith' only. Do you hear me?" he said, glaring at the mare. "Not anything different." The spirit was content, going through the many things this mare could accomplish for them that he couldn't. If she chose to listen, she would be very helpful.
// 757 words ramaskithhhh. he knows what she can do for him, though he won't allow her to get away with anything just because his success relies on her. XD
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Post by Abba on Aug 26, 2011 21:33:51 GMT -5
In this farewell
There's no blood, there's no alibi ”I believe, ma petite, that your services would greatly improve my invasion.” he began, his accented voice lingering through the air like sweet honey. Sticking to everything, even against its own will as it moved around. Moving closer and closer to her – though he didn’t ever actually touch her – she could feel this sense, this being, wrapping itself around her body. As if it were digging into her pelt and making its mark upon her. But what mark exactly? It was strange, for she actually had no visible marks upon her. So, what exactly was his thing? She expected someone a bit more enduring, someone who was willing to get right down to it, someone who wouldn’t just move around her as if she were contaminated – though she very well might be. Again, he moved closer and closer to her until it was so close that his maw was almost right against her ear. It could quite possibly give me just the advantage I need…” he said, his whiskers tickling against her neck now as he moved his maw down, seemingly inhaling her scent. She was locked in now. She knew that if she had one misstep it might very well be her last. But, she didn’t care enough. She just wanted to keep moving. To do everything. Then, he spoke again, ”Though…” he began, ”You must learn to address me correctly.” he finished before she felt his teeth sink into her flesh and then the popping of her blood vessels as it broke under his teeth and stained his maw. She could almost swear that he would have been laughing with pleasure if he had hurt her enough to leave a mark. But it wasn’t much and the blood pulled back and scabbed up nearly immediately. ”I am to be addressed as ‘my lord’ or ‘lord Ramaskith’ only. Do you hear me?” and then he glared at her, his eyes boring into her skin so much that she shriveled and stepped back a step. ”Not anything different.” She bobbed her head, allowing her silken forelock to fall over her eyes. ”Yes, my Lord. I am at your beck and call…” she finished, ducking her head once more as a sign of respect and awaited his response.
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Post by aPPY on Aug 27, 2011 22:21:05 GMT -5
"Yes, my Lord. I am at your beck and call..." Yes, that was better. Lord. At his beck and call? How very lovely. If she were to spy for him, she would need to leave immediately. He needed the utmost upper hand to ensure his victory. And he needed the warriors to do it. Perhaps she should be sent off to find his warriors? Lure them in like a Venus fly trap, snapping shut when they had no where else to go. He would have plenty of fighters in no time! He smiled openly, a wicked grin as his thoughts were turning. She would be of great help to him. Once he had his recruits she would travel to the lands of the Unknown One and learn all of his secrets. Get close to him and distract him. He would be so unprepared for when Ramaskith struck; destroying him quickly and taking over his lands. It would be the first step to absolute power. The mare's lands should be easy to take, they wouldn't be able to defend themselves either. And he would murder them to prevent them from trying their funny business again. The lands would merge together once again; under one ruler. The rightful ruler. He looked at the ebony Egyptian mare and saw all the possibilities she offered.
"Ma petite, I do believe you will be of great importance to me." He then shifted to business, not bothering with the formality of which he had been speaking. "I think, for now, you would be suited for drafting warriors to fight for me. Use anything you need to, just get them here and I'll take care of the rest. Then we'll speak about spying on the Unknown. He won't know what hit him and it will be most satisfying.!" His eyes held a gleam, his dreams hovering on the edge of reality. It would be so easy, so quick and rewarding. He could almost taste it, everything was falling into place; he just needed forces. And because the territories were so separated, no one would notice the disappearances. The spirit sat in the back of their mind, content with watching the show and playing out this little war. There would be bloodshed and that's all he wanted. Especially the blood of the Unknown; just as Rama did. For once, they were on the same side and it would end gloriously.
// 418 words my post isn't much longer than yours. haha. oh well. i feel like i kind of rambled about nothing in some parts, just trying to fill the empty space. *shrug* i don't have much muse either, unfortunately.
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Post by paddeh on Aug 29, 2011 17:29:24 GMT -5
Sham trotted easily through a small meadow, and stopped dead when she caught a glance of a stallion quickly biting a mare. Sham snorted and took s step back, her ears pricked forward, as she heared the stallion say something.
'Ma petite, I do believe you will be of great importance to me.'
Sham flicked her tail. So this was Rama.
Sham's deep green eyes saw a stream not far from them, and her mouth felt instantly dry, she licked her lips, a pawed the ground restlessly. She was pondering going forward, and getting a drink, but having to face a mare. And a stallion... or just going to look somewhere else.
Sham's black nostrills flared, taking in their scents, and she let out a low whicker, flicking her ebony tail, and slowly placing a cream hoof forward, then another, and another.
Swoosh, swoosh.
Her tail was whisking her white grey pelt softly, her deep green eyes watching them curiously.
This was the first time in 3 years she had seen another horse this close, in three years. Sham slowly walked forward, whickering softly, her ears pricked forward, she stopped 5 feet away from them, her ebony tail still whisking her side. Sham watched them, hoping they wouldn't chase her off, or start a fight. Sham lowered her head slightly to the stallion, but raised it again quickly after, her black forelock covering one of her eyes.
Sham snorted, waiting. Hoping they wouldn't attack her, as she hadn't been seen in 3 years, up close, either.
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Post by Abba on Sept 5, 2011 22:52:30 GMT -5
"Yes my Lord," she responded with a light bow before immediately snapping her head back up. She had heard movement nearby. That didnt seem right. They had been the only ones here, she was almost certain of it. Pinning her audits she glared back at the new equine. A mare with a white coat and a black mane and tail. She snorted. "Who are you?" she snapped before allowing herself to back up and let Rama do as he wished with this futile creature. How dare it interrupt? And if it had heard, well then the plan might be ruined. So how would they deal with the creature? ==Into the mind .1 something. XD . Ummm nu muse. From phone[/size] |
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Post by aPPY on Sept 10, 2011 14:49:18 GMT -5
"Yes my Lord," she replied, lowering her head. That was much better. His ears twisted as he heard someone approaching them. The mare in front of him seemed to notice the disturbance as well. He turned as the newcomer whickered at them, his ears rotating back at this annoyance. "Who are you?" the black vixen asked before stepping back as if remembering that he stood right there. He snorted, stepping forward and towards the nuisance. Had she heard them talking? He stopped a few feet away, staring at the grey and black form; his blue and brown eyes hard to decipher. "You have intruded on a very important conversation," he said, stepping forward again, "And I do not believe I can let you live to spread word of this situation." He spoke as if he were bored, though the spirit inside him slithered forward. This one wouldn't get away. The petite and fragile arabian build would easily break under his hooves. Unfortunately, it would have to be quick; before her screams had a chance to pierce the air. No bother, he would have time to savor the bloodshed when the war began again.
// 194 words bleh. short post. rama's probably going to kill sham.. since paddeh isn't really here anymore. lalalala.
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Post by paddeh on Sept 14, 2011 17:43:25 GMT -5
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Sham watched his eyes dart to her, and he took a step forward.
'You have intruded on a very important conversation,"
she heared him say, as he stepped forward again,
"And I do not believe I can let you live to spread word of this situation."
Sham gulped silently, taking in his frame. She would die the instant he landed on her, she was still weak, and an already fragile frame doesn't help.
Should she beg her way out of it? Or should she flee? She could easily run longer then him, but he would most likely catch her and kill her on the spot.
She felt invisible weight on her small back, and she sunk to her knees, her eyes rolling slightly. She was not ready for this. But she pulled herself together and stood back up, her head held low.
'I-I-I'll do anything! P-please don't kill me. I swear I wont tell anyone! I can stay with you, and make sure I don't!'
This was most likely not going to work, and her tiny frame shook slightly. She braced herself for his next move. Was he going to forgive her? Probably not. Was he going to kill her? Most likely.
Sham thought of all her good memories, running them through her head. She just hoped it would be quickly, if it had to happen.
Her green eyes watched his, begging him for forgiveness, as she had just wanted the water... wanted to talk to another horse, it had been three years.... but now, Sham found herself wanting to just kick herself for going forward.
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