!! Miss Murder

[Abba]

Resounding Memories^;;Rasta

Finally I can see you crystal clear

Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare.[/right]

Rasta snorted, edging a bit closer, but only within six feet of this ominious stag. She, honestly, was not one to lay her trust out on a golden platter, she had been around long enough to know that, for a fact, those which you trust too easily take advantage of you. Silently, she kept her ears slightly pinned, snorting once and then dropping her head, ears still stuck to her cranium. "Who is your allegiance to? And mark my words, if you dare to spy this will not go over well." she sneered, awaiting to see what his allegiance might be to. As long as he didn't say that his allegience was to one of the stags she would be perfectly fine with him accompanying her, though she had absolutely no clue how amusing she would be. Tossing her head as the wind blew, the sun glinted against her cream eyes, making them seem pure white before she turned back to the situation at hand. No, if he was in an allegiance with Panic or Osidius then he would not be able to stay. She would not allow it.

But, as she stood there, contemplating this thought she was pulled even deeper into herself. She blocked out the world around her, even though she could feel the movement of a large animal, she place it with that infront of her instead of behind her. This was normal, she could occasionally mix these things up when she went into a daze or during a storm. Well, since she was in a daze right now, it had happened. This stage seemed bulkier though. Then, as she stood there, she felt something nip her hindquarters. Immediately, she kicked out, flinging her hooves where she now felt this horse's chest and hoping that she might have slightly wounded him. No, she didn't want to fight, she just wanted to warn him not to attempt it. She swiveled around on her haunches, rearing up and causing her feet to clash in the air, her ears pin. "Who do you think you are, you imbesile?!" she hissed, barring her teeth at him as she landed and nipping at his face as she backed up towards the other mare. Oh, she was now royally pissed off. She turned towards the other stag that had asked to accompany them, "If you even consider trying that, you are gone." she warned, her ears still pinned as she turned her head immediately back towards this mannerless stag infront of her.

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------------Behind the Post------------

. 443 words
. Done while watching the Yankees vs. Indians game
. Muse slightly here, though, I deleted the wrong post instead of this one. =.= and yea. So. My really long post... is gone. -sniffles-

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[Black Thorns]

Scath's chest was met with a powerful kick from the mare, knocking the breath out if his lungs. He was startled by the blow, obviously not expecting the mare to retaliate and lash out at him. She was stronger than he had thought of her to be; obviously, her docile and gentle appearance was much misleading. Her personality was one of defiance and strength; not the gentle, submissive little doll he had imagined her as. This, of course, was no problem to his lust for her; for some strange, unknown reason, it merely added to his want and need to have her, it added to his need to call her his and keep her by him, to claim her and have her as his own. Her voice was filled with anger, screaming at him, nipping at his face, moving back. Scathashoun avoided the bite, pressing his ears back against his strong head. He snorted, flicking his forelock back from his face before looking back at the mare, snapping at him and lashing out. He stamped the ground with his front hooves, throwing his head up in the air and howling out into the sky, defiant and unwilling to let this mare go. He wanted her; he wanted to have her and to be with her for as long as he wished, he wanted to take her as HIS.
"I am Scathashoun, and who do you think you are, miss?" he retorted, flicking his head out at her. He snorted in her face, moving closer to her. He could feel her angry breath on him, her eyes boring fire into his pelt. He backed away slightly, though not at all in fear. His mind was concentrated solely on possessing this singular mare; he had never felt the desire for something so strongly before; this was not him, no, not him at all...

Behind the post
No muse
316 words

[aPPY]

adalie^{!the playful one}

» Adalie watched as the stag stepped forward and then addressed Rasta, asking if it was okay for him to stay. Her attention turned back to Rasta as she too stepped forward but kept her ears pressed against her neck. "Who is your allegiance to? And mark my words, if you dare to spy this will not go over well." she said, distaste seeping into her words. Adalie stepped back a stride, confused at the harsh tone. Rasta then tossed her head and the wind whipped at Adalie's tresses, playing them against her dark neck.

» Adalie's ears perked at the sound of approaching hoof beats and a large form appeared out of the trees, teeth grazed Rasta's hind end and just as fast her haunches were in the air and striking the bold equine. The mare pivoted and reared, pinning her ears further and yelling at the stag. Rasta started to back towards Adalie and she jumped backward a few steps, eying Rasta's legs and keeping a fair distance between them and her. She looked back at the crazy stallion as Rasta addressed the other warningly.

» The stag reacted in same to Rasta, pinning his ears and snorting before throwing his head and bellowing. Adalie retreated a few more strides, ready to distance herself far from this creature. "I am Scathashoun, and who do you think you are, miss?" he said, stepping closer to Rasta. Adalie's eyes widened. He would step closer even after she struck him? Was he mad? He then backed away again, but she could see that it was not in fear of being hit again. She snorted and pinned her own ears at this "Scathashoun," not at all willing to let him come any closer to her.

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[whiskey]

Whiskey!

Whiskey jumped slightly from the spook of this stag jumping out of no where. Out of reaction he lunged toward them both but only after did he see herr defend her own. He pulled himself to a halt, the fire blazing in his eyes, the pace of his heart, the rage he felt for such a rude way of greeting the first mares that actually appealed to him. But only as soon as he saw the stag approach her once more did he lose it. He bolted in-between the two horses, striking the hard ground with his hooves, he let out a large, overpowering snarl of a neigh and reared at the new stallion. He was not trying to make the impression that the mares he had only hoped to protect were his, he simply didn't want the stag thinking they were his either. But even if they were his, this brute was not getting away from them. "Dare you try to address her like that once more!" Whiskey snapped. He pressed his face almost against the new stag, hoping to show him the warning in his eyes.

[Abba]

Resounding Memories^;;Rasta

I still try
holding onto silly things, I never learn

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Rasta's mouth curled up slightly until it formed a smirk. She had caught him off-guard as he had caught her off-guard. But, when he had the audacity to move out of the way of her bite her blood boiled. Oh, he may want her now, but in the end no one wanted the blind mare. Ecspecially not as a mate. When he stamped the ground she could feel everything vibrate, and something such as this threw all of her senses off. Right felt like left, up like down. She shook her head, trying to get her bearings but feeling slightly woozy and almost as if she might collapse on the spot. But, of course, the booming of his voice ringing in her ears brought her back in place. "Scathashoun" was what he called himself. Well, she would just call him a hound as he might as well be one. And then he dared to ask her name, in such a disgusting tone on top of it all. She felt his hooves and massive body inch towards her petite frame and she fought the urge to back away. Though, she did shudder when she felt nothing but his hot breath wrapping itself around her face, his muzzle so close to touching hers. Oh, but she didnt enjoy others getting in her space, ecspecially if they were as mannerless as this brute. As he backed up she shot up, her hooves dangling dangerously close to his face before she allowed her body to drop down again. Her ears pinned so tight that you couldnt even see them anymore. Once all fours were under her again she moved towards him before returning the favor to this stag. She had her head right next to his neck before snorting once and nipping at the massive amount of muscle, pulling away before he could do anything and hopefully leaving a gash. "Give me a reason as to why a brute such as yourself should know my name? And i would hope it isa good reason" she spat at him, the venom obvious in her voice. The sunlght beating down on her pelt and offering her a sense of comfort as the other stag forced himself between Rasta and Scathashoun. Though, the light managed to hit her eyes just right, easily allowing every equine in the vicinty to notice that she was completely blind. She snorted once, backing up and allowing the first stag to attempt and defend her. Yes, this stag could most definately accompany them if he pleased as he had just proved much more suitablr than this Scathashoun had. She allowed her auds to prick slightly forward again as she 'eyed' the two stags, awaiting to see what might just occur.

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----------Behind the post----------

.idk amount of words. Ill get it later
.done while listening to paramore and on my phone
.xD i see a fightttt

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[aPPY]

adalie^{!the playful one}

» Adalie stood on the sidelines, well out of the way, as Rasta reared up, her hooves barely missing the stag's visage. She watched as Rasta moved closer and bit him and throwing words at him, "Give me a reason as to why a brute such as yourself should know my name? And i would hope it is a good reason." she said, her tone filled with anger. Adalie shifted uncomfortably, wondering if she should take this chance to leave or if she should stay if thing turned ugly? She looked to the skies as her ears picked up a far away rumble. The clouds above were dark and ominous, large and heavy with moisture. The heat was still present but as the humidity increased, the air grew stuffy and wet.

» Adalie's attention snapped back to the other horses, who had seemed to have forgotten she stood nearby. The other stallion had managed to get between Scathashoun and Rasta, pounding his hooves into the ground and snarled at him before rearing up. Adalie took a set forward, watching more intently as he stepped up to the plate and spoke to Scathashoun. "Dare you try to address her like that once more!" he spat. Adalie looked back to Rasta, catching the gleam of her clouded eyes and catching her gasp before it was expelled from her maw. Rasta then backed a few steps, letting the unknown stallion take control of the situation.

» Adalie returned her attention back to the stallions, her ears rotating forward but her orbs stealing glances at the mare. How could she not tell that Rasta was blind? She then scolded herself silently for acting like it was such a strange thing. So, perhaps she couldn't see, but she could obviously handle herself for the most part and she seemed to have a good sense of things around her. Adalie calmly returned her full attention to Scathashoun and the other stag, whose name she did not know, deciding to let the subject be stored away for a later date.

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[Black Thorns]

Scathashoun sensed something odd with the mare as he stamped the ground, she seemed to be uncertain of everything around her. It was more than dizziness; it was a complete uncertainty of where everything was, where she was. This was simple a tickle in the back of his mind, however; he did not notice it at first, not until after his initial stamping and booming, his attempt to seem larger, more intimidating, more powerful. He didn't truly know why he bothered, really; it wasn't as if, even if he had asked her, or gotten to know her and asked her, that she- or any other mare, for that matter- would really want him as a mate. Who could want a stallion that had killed before, though never on purpose? He was only a young stag, he didn't know that hitting him there like that would snap his neck bones, he didn't know. Surely, if anyone found out, he would be shunned, again. Who could want him, a stallion who had never been with a mare before, one who had never felt the touch of love as a young colt, or a budding stallion, now still an alien to it even at the age of six years.
Scathashoun felt the teeth of the mare he was after graze against his dark, muscled neck, breaking the skin and causing more of his blood to leak from his body, the crimson liquid matting and dirtying his pelt. He pressed his ears back against his head, almost disappearing beneath his masses of tangled mane, the mane which was beginning to soak with blood. He was wounded, bleeding; his strength seemed to be leaking out with each drop of himself falling out of his body.
"Give me a reason as to why a brute such as yourself should know my name? And i would hope it is a good reason," the mare snapped at him, her voice threatening and full of anger. He tossed his head into the air, ignoring the sharp pains in his shoulder and neck. Bringing his head back down, he looked straight into the eyes of the mare. His response was delayed as he glanced into the eyes of the mare; something was... off, about them. They wren't the normal way eyes looked; they seemed to be clouded, almost as if she couldn't see through them. This couldn't be true, however; no, the mare controlled herself far too well for herself to be blind. However, when he thought once more about how the mare was disoriented to badly when he slammed into the earth, he realized it; yes, this mare was quite actually blinded; she could not see him at all. "It, dear, would be much easier to identify one with a title than without. However, if your apparent need to remain anonymous is that strong, I will inquire no further," He spoke coolly; she could very well simply be a very, very appealing rat in his mind if he wished.
Scathashoun turned to the other stallion as he slammed into the springtime ground, the one trying to protect the mare- or mares- he so desperately wanted, he so needed to have. He could tell that they weren't his, though he assumed the stag was trying to make it appear so. He let out a snarling whinny, sriking out at the darkening sky, his hooves nearly slamming into the skull of the protective stag before he hit the ground once more. "I feel no fear from your presence, young one," he snapped, almost too offensively- it seemed defensive. He had begun to pull back into himself, trying to regain his calm, cool exterior; his emotionless sheild. This was the only thing he felt that could protect him, the only thing that would save him from the pain he knew would follow, the pain he caused himself. He was foolish, unprepared, not ready for what he did. He, being the stag he was, had no idea of how to act properly to mares we wanted for in that way.
As he withdrew into himself, he began to feel the first few drops of rain hit his bloodied and dirty pelt.

---behind the post---
No muse. It just likes to leeeaaavvveee me.
Done while babysitting, as are all of my posts. Listening to the kid playing lego star wars on the wii.
Rain, rain, please come and stay. [/size]

[Abba]

Resounding Memories^;;Rasta

The truth is hiding in your eyes
and it's hanging on your tongue, just boiling in my blood

Rasta snorted once, shaking her head as this brute responded to her dare for a reason. Well, unfortunately for her, him saying 'dear' caused her to become even more aggravated with him. She was not his 'dear' she was no ones 'dear' anymore. Not since the war, not since she had forced herself to leave Panic. They had been so good together. But, that other stag, Osidius had the will to fight much more than Panic. Though, she blamed this war on the both of them. And because it was love that had started it, she now did not believe in the idea of love. She just could not accept it. She only believed it to start another fight. Slowly, the rain started to pound down against her pelt, causing her ears to pin once more and her body to shudder. "If it keeps you from calling me 'dear' again, I go by..." but as she went to say her name the thunder crashed, sending a horrible vibration throughout the forest. She forced her ears against her head and her knees buckled as she desperately fought for some of her surroundings, and where the other horses were around her. "I go by Rasta..." she said, still in a daze as another crash of thunder went around the area, causing her to emit a tiny whine. She could only find the dirt that was directly under her, nothing else. She hated these storms. They paralyzed her, and strengthened others. Panic had known that. Panic had been the one who had saved her, during the first storm, from a horrible death. And now, all that was gone, and she was stuck again.

----------Behind the post----------

. 299 words
. Done while watching the second season finale of Hawthorne while preparing for the season three opener tonight
. Storm FTW. XD
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[Black Thorns]

Scathashoun watched the mare as she became aware of the rain, unsure of how she may react. If the blind mare reacted so strongly to how he slammed into the earth, how should she react in the imminent thunderstorm certain to happen? The dark, nearly black clouds above the group were heavy with water, threatening to release their load suddenly, dancing about with the threat of a sudden soaking. This, of course, was no problem to Scathashoun; he, being a stag with sight and the ability to keep himself oriented during storms, saw the storm as no large matter. The mare, obviously, felt much different as he saw her shudder underneath the increasing amount of rain. He, too, felt the needle like stings of the rain on his back, the rain causing his wounds to protest with him as the water pounded into the open flesh. Water ran down his midnight face, the droplets leaving streaks of wet and clean pelt behind, falling off of his nose and into the stream they stood next to. He closed his dark eyes and opened his jaw, letting the clean water pour into his mouth, quenching his still-there thirst. When he opened them again, he saw the mare's anger over his simple term of endearment he had used; he used these upon many occasions without ever truly feeling what they meant.
"If it keeps you from calling me dear again, I go by-" began the mare, her voice obviously upset over the use of the word "dear". Perhaps that had been strong enough persuasion to cause her to give him her name? As he pondered this, the rainclouds let loose their burdens, water pouring down and soaking them. Lightning bolts rocketed from the sky, dancing across each cloud and into the ground below. Thunder followed the bursts of light, shaking the air with loud crashes and vibrations the blind mare was sure to feel. As the thunder rolled, he was helpless to stop the mare as she crumpled to the ground below, disoriented and desperate.
"I go by Rasta..." she managed to say, dazed from the storm. His heart tugged at her weakness, and his want and need to help her surfaced as she let out a small whine of... fear? Pain? He could not tell. He moved quickly over to her side, touching her flank softly with his nose to try and help her orient herself.
"Rasta, Rasta... There is no need to fear, Rasta..." he murmured, attempting to comfort the mare.

---behind the post---
No muse
400-something words
Go storms.

[aPPY]

adalie^{!the playful one}

» Adalie shifted her weight, her eyes flickering up to the building clouds. She inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of rain wafting through the air and filling it with liquid promises. A whinny sounded and her auds perked, her eyes returning to those in front of her. Scathashoun reared at the other stag, "I feel no fear from your presence, young one," he spat at the unknown stallion. Adalie lowered her crown, taking more steps to distance herself, fearing a fight might occur at any moment.

» Thunder rumbled once more and raindrops began to fall from the overbearing clouds above. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of it against her pelt and trickling down her visage. She looked to Rasta as the mare spoke "If it keeps you from calling me 'dear' again, I go by..." her reply cut short by another boom of thunder, shaking the ground and the trees. She could hear the cries of birds and other animals as they rushed into their homes to escape the storm.

» The sound of something hitting the ground made her jump and return her full attention to the three other equines. "I go by Rasta..." she heard Rasta finish as she lay on the ground. Thunder rumbled again and she whined. Adalie took a step forward, not knowing what to do to help the sightless mare. Lightning danced across the skies, more thunder rocking the earth. She looked to the skies and then back to Rasta as Scathashoun took this opportunity to move closer to Rasta. "Rasta, Rasta... There is no need to fear, Rasta..." she heard him say as his muzzle brushed her flank. Adalie's ears pinned as she darted forward and nipped at the stag. "I do not believe she would appreciate your help." she growled, placing herself between he and Rasta.

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