!! Runaway Baby [open]

[aPPY]

"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!"
Ramaskith smiled down at the equine, her Egyptian figure much smaller than his. She would be easy to dispose of. She had the same monochromatic color scheme as he did; white frame graced with black sections. Though her form contained much more black than his. Her eyes were green, and she was staring at him as she pleaded for her life. It was funny how he mostly didn't care. Had he always been this way? Killing without feeling? Was it only recently? Did he used to feel; something other that simple blood lust and demented pleasure? Was he, at some point in time, normal in some way? He didn't know, and didn't think he ever would. It didn't matter though, once he secured his rightful place as ruler of Forma Silvestris, it wouldn't matter whether he felt anything. So he just stared back at her, his two different colored eyes hard and emotionless.

"Oh?" he asked, "And how would your life profit me? A token to stand by my side?" he clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Pauvre petit oiseau, I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that. And you don't look like much of a warrior. Pity." He stepped closer to the petite mare, his large seventeen point one hand frame easily towering over her fifteen and a half. He stood close enough that if she chose to turn and dart away and into the trees, he could easily lunge forward and intercept her in a matter of strides. She may be an arabian with excellent stamina, but his steps were much, much larger than hers. He grinned wickedly, not even bothering to think of some way for her to help him. He had Raine now, and she would recruit all of his warriors. Perhaps it would be nice to have more than one spy out there, but he wasn't sure this little thing would be of much help. She seemed to spook easy, definitely not one to send under the radar and into enemy territory. One word and she'd snap. No, it'd be much easier to just kill her off here; now.

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lalala. Pauvre petit oiseau means "poor little bird"

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[paddeh]

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"Oh?"
she heared him ask
"And how would your life profit me? A token to stand by my side? Pauvre petit oiseau, I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that. And you don't look like much of a warrior. Pity."

Sham shook the forelock out of her startiling green eyes. It was over. But no, she wasn't going to just stand there looking super fragile. She took a deep swallow and stood at full height.
"Well, I have survived by myself for the past three years. You think I got lucky and avoided predators some how? That I was never in bad weather? I am a better warrior then you think. I was lead warrior right before I left my old herd."

It wasn't the smartest choice the say all that, but it made her seem more tough. Or at least she thought. Sham stared into his hard eyes, adn her head sunk a little under the stare of the Alpha, but she stared back, not blinking.

Running was not a choice. She saw him caculate it in his head. He could catch her easilly. She hoped this didn't have to come to a fight, if it did she knew the outcome.

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[aPPY]

"Well, I have survived by myself for the past three years. You think I got lucky and avoided predators some how? That I was never in bad weather? I am a better warrior then you think. I was lead warrior right before I left my old herd."

Cocky, were we? She was aware of who she was talking to, he hoped. His eyes narrowed at her response, moving to stand right in front of her. "Your attitude leaves much to be desired, petit oiseau. Didn't your mother teach you anything? I do believe you need to learn your manners." He suddenly struck out with his teeth as he had done to Raine. His ivory daggers easy sunk into the flesh and burst under the pressure. The force of his jaw parted the skin and he spit out the meat that was now separated from the mare's neck. Her grey coat grew sticky with the red liquid and he watched the rivers trickle down. He then turned, staring her in the face; emotionless. Anyone could see the nothingness there; the ability to kill and feel no regret, no pity. He then twisted his head, his blank eyes resting on the ebony creature still standing there. "What shall we do with her?" he asked, just for fun. What ideas might she have to the destruction of this life? The first of many, he hoped. No, he was sure. Many would die for him to conquer, he knew, but it didn't matter. He would not be among those many.

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sorry it's so short. not much to work off of.

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[paddeh]

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She watched his eyes narrow. She knew what was coming.
'Your attitude leaves much to be desired, petit oiseau. Didn't your mother teach you anything? I do believe you need to learn your manners.'

She saw him lunge forward. She threw back her head from the sharp pain in her neck, her eyes rolling. Deep, maroon streams of blood ran down her neck, and dripped to the ground, staining her grey coat a sickly red color. Her legs shook under her. The wound gushed blood and she tried as hard as she could to stay up.

'What shall we do with her?'

She heared his voice ask, and then she fell to the ground. She took deep breaths and slowly pulled herself back up. She wasn't going to be weak. Her eyes rolled back again, but she shook her head and stood their, blood dripping down her once-sleek neck. What was she going to do? She knew the chance of her living was very slim.

'I could help you.'
She said softly. She could. She could protect him. Be a personal warrior. Be there at his beck and call. Made sure he made it to the top, without any difficulty or major injury.

She watched him silently. Her eyes fluttering now and then, her lids felt heavy, and she felt her consciouns trying to slip away, but she wouldn't allow it. She stood up more firmly, and waited for his response.

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[Abba]

Raine's charcoal tiara snapped up into attention the minute she heard him addressing her. Taking one smooth sweep forwards she let out a low snort of amusement at the mare before her - the one claiming to be a warrior but could barely hold her own to the blood in front of her. Blood? Really?! No. She just wouldnt get it on her. And then she would be good. Then she wouldnt be able to get away from the horrifying rusty scent. "Ah. But you dont seem to understand a warrior, my dear. A warrior wouldnt be falturing under such a tiny ripping of flesh. You couldnt possibly protect him," she sneered, a laugh on her velveteen lips. Stalking a few steps closer she barred her teeth, allowing her auds to pin backwards. "One snap, in the right spot. And you will give out again. You serve no purpose." the mare explained with a sneer, running her bare teeth against the fea's hindquarters as she circled her. Once directly behind her she snapped, digging into the flesh and leaving a mark, but letting go as soon as she tasted the blood in her jowls. "Shall you make her squirm, my lord?" she offered since he had asked her what they should do to this mare. "i see absolutely no potential for a spy. Too weak. Snap under the pressure," she said before invading the mares space and snapping at her forehead before pulling back behind him. "And she obviously cant protect you as she claims," she finished, folding back up behind him with one swish of her full tail and awaiting his position on the matter.

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. Sorry Paddeh. I dun know what your mare can do to help Rama. And unfortunately - you caught me in my no mercy mood (blame this girl at school)
. Lol. Yeaaaa. So i can apparently get really mad. [/Size]

[paddeh]

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'Ah. But you dont seem to understand a warrior, my dear. A warrior wouldnt be falturing under such a tiny ripping of flesh. You couldnt possibly protect him.' One snap, in the right spot. And you will give out again. You serve no purpose.'

'Hah. Small? Small enough that it's leaving a pool underneath me?'
Sham said, snappily.

Sham screamed angrilly as she snapped into her hindquarters, and she kicked out at her chest, digging her sharp ivory hoof into her chest.

'Shall you make her squirm, my lord? I see absolutely no potential for a spy. Too weak. Snap under the pressure.'

The mare snapped at her forehead this time and Sham lunged, sinking her teeth into the mare's neck, she tasted blood, and hastilly ripped her mouth back, spitting it at her, before kicking at the mare's chest where there was already a small wound from the other kick, digging it deeper, so the blood stained her ivory hoof. Sham screamed, a high, cold laugh. Her eyes were just as cold as she stared at the other mare, her head held high, blood spattered onto her grey coat and ebony mane. Should she strike again? No. That was enough, unless she fought back.

Sham's ears swivvled back as she heared another stallion approach, and her head whipped around, her teeth still bared from the counter-attack on the mare.


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The sun bear down on Whisky's dark bay coat. He stopped suddenly before he got to a clearing. He heared a cold, high, screaming laugh, and his ears swivvled over to the sound, he walked forward slowly, seeing two blood spattered mares and the Alpha, Rama. Whisky dropped his head in respect to the Alpha as he approached, and the grey mare's head snapped back, her blood red teeth bared. Whisky stopped and snorted softly. What was going on? The grey mare seemed shaky, as if she had lost a lot of blood. Whisky's stomach lurched as he saw all the blood on both mares, and the steadilly growing pool of blood below them. He threw his head up and took a step back. He didn't want to be here anymore.

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[aPPY]

The grey and white mare fell to the ground, the wound affecting her greatly. Perhaps it would be too easy to kill her, the smallest of injuries sapping her strength. He looked down at the pathetic creature as she pulled herself back to her feet laboriously. She tossed her head, obviously unhappy with something. He smirked as she spoke, "I could help you." she said. Oh could she? From where he was standing, he didn't need any help, nor was she truly capable of helping him. He needed warriors, to fight the Unknown One. To conquer all of Forma Silvestris. Not a little bird ready to crack under pressure. She was not what he needed, therefore she could not help him. She may think she could, at least in some way, in a desperate attempt to save her life; but in all reality, she wouldn't last long in his war. She would crumble under other equine's hooves and become part of the ground and the grass. She would be no help to him so he would kill her now, when he could dispose of her himself. Much better that way.

Raine took this chance to step forward, speaking to the mare once he had summoned her opinions. "Ah. But you dont seem to understand a warrior, my dear. A warrior wouldnt be falturing under such a tiny ripping of flesh. You couldnt possibly protect him," she hissed, obviously just as angry with the intruder as he. Good. "One snap, in the right spot. And you will give out again. You serve no purpose." Then she bit into her. His ears swiveled back and his eyes narrowed. It was not her place to punish, it was his and solely his. No one else's. Though, the mare grew angry and suddenly struck out at Raine, her hooves punching into her chest. He snorted, watching quietly as the mare got angry with each word Raine said. "Shall you make her squirm, my Lord?" she asked as she stepped away. Yes, he was in charge here. "I see absolutely no potential for a spy. Too weak. Snap under the pressure. And she obviously can't protect as she claims." She moved to stand behind him and out of reach of the mare after biting into her forehead.

The grey and black jumped forward, retaliating. She dug her teeth into Raine's neck, quickly pulling back and spitting the flesh back out at her. Ramaskith just stood, watching lazily and disinterested. Once the two were finished, then he would destroy her. She twisted, kicking out at Raine's chest in the same spot she had earlier, tearing into the already present wound. She then screamed, a sound like a laugh that pierced the air. His ears pinned in annoyance, he didn't like the sound. He eyes traveled to Raine, wondering how she would fight back. Though, as the though crossed his mind another horse approached them. A dark brown figure appeared, male in scent. He turned, eyes narrowing at the trespasser. Just another stranger to kill, goody! Everyone just happened to decide to take a walk on the wild side today and visit old crazy Ramaskith, eh? His head dropped once his eyes rested on him, awknowledging that he at least knew who stood before him. He smiled wickedly, wondering how good a fighter this one would be. Perhaps the first of many recruits? Oh, he so hoped so!

Though, the new creature took in the scene in front of him, pausing and snorting, signaling his discomfort at the sight. So he didn't like violence? What a pity. Either Rama would kill him now, or he would be forced to fight for him. Either way, he would have to live with the violence of others and of himself for the rest of his life. He tossed his head, stepping backward, as if wanting to flee. Rama took this chance to step up to him, his stride large and covering the distance quickly. "A little blood shy, are we?" he asked, smiling down at the stag. "A little time in my kingdom could change that for you."

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rama is interested in other things besides this little cat fight. xD

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'A little blood shy, are we? A little time in my kingdom could change that for you.'

Whisky looked up at Ramaskith, who was smiling at him.

'Perhaps a little, my lord, but I always don't want to barge in on everything.'
Whisky said, bowing his head to Rama again. Whisky watched the grey mare curiously, flicking his tail. She was pawing the ground, her ears pinned at him.
Whisky snorted and stared back at her lazily, while she showed signs on wanting to attack.
'A little fiesty are we?
Whisky said easily, his eyes travelling her body. She seemed like a good warrior, but small, and fragile. Only if she had a stronger, bigger frame. Though it wasn't his say on the matter, as a former higher-ranking horse those thoughts still ran through his mind regularly. The grey mare bared her teeth at him, and took a step towards him. Whisky quickly pinned his ears at her, whisking his tail at his sides, and she stopped hastily, glaring out of her startiling, cold, green eyes.

Whisky meerly tossed his head, before turning and looking at Rama again, his head dropped a little, waiting for his reply.

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Sham watched as Rama took a large step towards the new stag.
'A little blood shy, are we? A little time in my kingdom could change that for you.'
Oh. So he would let him join and not her?
'Perhaps a little, my lord, but I always don't want to barge in on everything.'
He whimpered back. Hah, what a whimp. She snorted silently.

Sham pawed the ground restlessly, her ears pinned.
'A little fiesty are we?

His eyes traveled her body. She bared his teeth at him and took a step forward. The stag pinned his ears, whisking his sides with his tail, and she hastily stopped and glared furiously. Why was he so special? He was small too, less of a fighter she was, from her eyes. Sham breathed heavily, she wanted to go get a drink out of the stream. Thats all she came her for. Not to be killed, not to fight, not to be spattered in deep maroon blood.

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[Abba]

To all of you who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie

The ebony mare let out a shriek of pain, slithering back even farther behind the muscular frame of Rama for protection. How dare that little imbecile strike out at her?! She was one of the scums of the earth. Shaking her head and wincing in pain she began to smell the rusty scent of her own blood sink into her nostrils. No. Not the blood. She threw her body around for a second, rearing up - utterly pissed off at the fact that the blood was upon her coat - and then landed with a soft thump. Immediately, she pranced over to the water, aiming a warning kick at her body - though not intending it to land. After she reached the water her nostrils were flared, ears pinned directly to her head. She quickly forced herself to rid the blood from her coat. The sticky, horrid substance just kept appearing. No. No. It needed to disappear. It needed to disappear. That was the only option. Why wouldn't it go away?! She couldn't stand this scent. "Screw you, you stupid, ignorant ho of a mare." she growled under her breath, continuing to keep the blood from sticking to her coat, causing it to seep into the water and against her coat there. No. Get it away from her coat. This was that stupid mare's fault. How dare she assault someone who stood with Rama. That was idiocy at it's greatest. Idiocy. Plain idiocy.

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[aPPY]

Ramaskith sighed, rolling his eyes. He suddenly jolted forward, ramming into the grey mare and pushing her back a few strides. "You know, you are rather annoying." He said, turning and kicking her in the shoulder. "And I won't tolerate annoyances." He twisted back, biting into her neck and quickly pulling away, ripping away skin. He jumped forward, his knees placed onto her back and holding his weight up and he pulled on her mane and lurched forward, sliding over her back and pulling her forward with him. He turned his neck around, straining so that he wouldn't fall as well, his hind end swinging around and his teech releasing her flesh as she thudded to the ground. He turned and kicked at her back, hearing a sharp crack as his hooves collided with what he was pretty sure was her spine. He turned and walked around, stepping on her stomach and not bothering to step around her body. He walked up to her face, kicking at her head. "Come, Raine," he commanded, turning and beginning to walk away, ignoring her freak out at the blood. "And you, small one," he said, pausing to look at him as he passed the brown equine. "We'll see if you are worthy." He continued walking, not bothering to make sure the mare was dead. If she were still alive she wouldn't be able to move anyway, not unless someone happened with healing abilities found her, and that was unlikely. He snorted, picking up a trot and leaving the scene with the other two trailing behind him. It was time he started to prepare for his war.

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lalala. there. shes not dead, like you asked. ;D

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