// red and black

[lady shady]

Red, the blood of angry men,

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Vici

The stag turned him, now he was facing away from his mother as she confronted the one who held him, a twisted smile on her face. Not being able to see her, he struggled all the more, thrashing about in the stag's grip. And then he heard the screams...

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Sheba

A sudden ball of light erupted at the stag's side, and a ghostly panther leapt onto her back, sinking its teeth into her neck. She screamed in surprise, then in fury. How dare he send this, this, thing to maul her when he could have done it so easily himself? "Coward!" she shrieked, snaking her head about wildly to dislodge the phantom. When her muzzle swung through it, she quieted, regaining her composure and settling to an icy rage. "Ah, monsieur, to have such power at your disposal and to send this creature to maul me in your place! Now that" she spat, "is cowardice."

His eyes stared back at her, cold and unfeeling. Despite her fury, she couldn't help but admire his control of--or lack of--emotion. It would serve him well. However, she knew that all creatures had the tiniest scraps of feeling, even if they were buried somewhere deep down...

"So tell me, monsieur, who was it? Who was it that left you scarred like this? Who was it that made them disappear, who ruined the ones that remained? You have all the marks...who was it,monsieur?"


--behind the post--
so yeah. she's familiar with war trauma, though that's one of her many secrets ^^
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Black, the dark of ages past!

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[deshy]

A smiled played at his lips as he watched the pantha mess with the fae. "Coward!" she shouted at him, yes she may think that, but then she had no idea about what he could do. He turned back, now adressing the foal the best he could. "Dont worry little one, you'll be safe with me.." He laughed deep and menacing, chest rumbling. He gently place the foal at his feet, tucking him tightly between his front legs. "If you try and flee, i will send a blow to your skull, knocking you clean out, little one" His voice deep, booming through the forest, echoing through the trees. Like he was some kind of lord, the one who remain in the forest. "Ah, monsieur, to have such power at your disposal and to send this creature to maul me in your place! Now that" she spat, "is cowardice." A low rumbling sounded from deep inside his ribs. "such a pretty face, but such a foul moth you have child" He spoke, now adressing the Fae. "To acuse me of such montorsity could cost your life, or parhaps i'll taje the faols life instead, for torture is worse than death itself" He put his huge round hoove to the foals head "Just one wrong move my love and i could crush his skull.." His eyes seemed to change, turning a more dilute cat like green. The pantha jumped of her back, now rounding to her front, hissing at her. "So tell me, monsieur, who was it? Who was it that left you scarred like this? Who was it that made them disappear, who ruined the ones that remained? You have all the marks...who was it,monsieur?" He flinched away, she didnt know anything. Dont break, hold it together he blinked once, then reformed his posture, pushing his hoove closer to the foals forehead. "I warned you pretty, one more wrong step and you'll loose your child" He watched her with piercing eyes. No you dont know me, you never will, stop looking into something too deep, you dont know what you doing.

[lady shady]

Red, I feel my soul on fire,

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Vici

His captor set him down, locking his head between his forelegs. A whispered promise that he would be fine, then the proclamation that he wouldn't be spared. What would become of him? Though mere hours old, this was all he knew. This world of roughness, of whispered promises and threats, of a warrior's values in a time of peace. Vici bowed his head, saving his energy should he need it.

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Sheba

He set her son down. Ah, they were getting somewhere. He addressed her coldly still, threatening to kill the young one if she did not comply and cease her taunts, but the language was easier now. He slyly slipped terms of endearment in, and she smiled to herself to hear them. Yes, they were getting somewhere finally. The stag growled, ordering her to stop her barrage of questions. If she had guessed correctly, she had found the weak spot in his armor. This wasn't an easy job, but she sensed that deep down, they were more alike than he knew...

And yes, perhaps it was true that if she pushed him to far he could kill Vici. Perhaps he had grown that cold. But the faint glimmer in his eye, the slightest hesitation gave her a window of opportunity that she knew was too narrow to be missed. "One more wrong step?" she questioned softly, looking hard into his eyes.

"One more wrong step, and you'd kill him? Ah, but why not kill me, monsieur? Whose soul," she whispered, out of earshot of the foal, "whose soul will be more tortured by death? If you desire torture, inconnu kill me and leave him, for all he knows, an orphan. Twist his young soul and mold him into a killer like yourself. Oh, monsieur, I know not how you came to be this way, you are right. But I know how he can come to be this way. Kill him and he is dead by your blows, instead of very possible death through cold or starvation. Leave his bloodstains on your soul, add it to the tapestry that I am sure is already there. Kill him and create a new enemy, one who is not unfamiliar with revenge. One more wrong move, stranger, and you will find all these things to be true."

She shifted, eying him unblinkingly. "That is the hard way, inconnu. But there are always easier alternatives..."
She swished her tail once more, taunting him with the scent.
"I suggest, stranger, that you make your choice."

--behind the post--
psycho mare in action
poor Vici xD
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Black, my world--she's not there!

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[deshy]

"One more wrong step, and you'd kill him? Ah, but why not kill me, monsieur? Whose soul," she whispered, out of earshot of the foal, "whose soul will be more tortured by death? If you desire torture, inconnu kill me and leave him, for all he knows, an orphan. Twist his young soul and mold him into a killer like yourself. Oh, monsieur, I know not how you came to be this way, you are right. But I know how he can come to be this way. Kill him and he is dead by your blows, instead of very possible death through cold or starvation. Leave his bloodstains on your soul, add it to the tapestry that I am sure is already there. Kill him and create a new enemy, one who is not unfamiliar with revenge. One more wrong move, stranger, and you will find all these things to be true." What was she talking about? Tapestry, bloodstains, she must be confused. Did she really not care at all for this foal then? Did she really want to have him kill it? He glanced down to the foal, watching it with unblinking eyes No vigor dont let her do this, shes playing with your head, shes trying to get into you mind, shes a good one, shes playing your tricks back upon you, seeing how far she could take this, do it, kill him, kill him now while you have the chance. You know you want too, dont let her begg, just do it, DO IT! He shook his head then glance back to the Fae. She must have been speaking when he had been thinking for he caught her mid scentence, or atleast he though it were. "...there are always easier alternatives..." She swished her tail, inviting him furthur, the scent hit his nostrils with a harsh blow. Snorting to shield it further, he moved round, kicking the foal between his legs, treding on the poor things legs. Thats it Vigor, trample the little basterd, kill him, take him away from his mother, take his life, after all he is the sprog of Rama, and anything that belonged to that foul beast should be killed. "I suggest, stranger, that you make your choice." He smiled, cocking his head to the side. "Oh but i have made my choice beautiful, and for that you will just have to wait and find out for yourself." He laughed deep and rather menacingly, picking up the foal once more and vanished into the shadows. No you fool, your sup[posed to do it in front of her, torrturee her with it, make her have horrid dreams of her youngs death, just like you do of your parents he shuddered imediatly at the image No! I wont do that, she has to play the game, she has to drown in misery.

..: So hes gone insane killer mode, i still have no idea if he will try to kill it yet though O.o

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[lady shady]

Vici

It was a miracle that it didn't break. His left front leg screamed in pain at the force of the solid hooves above them, but due to a lucky combination of him twisting and his premature bones not being completely hardened, he managed to escape. Still though, the pain was fresh in his mind. "You promised!"

[/i] he hissed, a sound unusual for one so small. The stag had told him not to worry, said he'd be safe. He had lied. And what of his mother? She still had not come to get him. He felt the stag pick him up, and he struggled, kicking out madly with his uninjured legs, clipping his captor briefly in the shoulder before being held aloft once more. He was tired of this. He swung his tiny muzzle about, gaping, trying his best to peel some skin off of the stag's face...[/size]

Sheba

And he vanished, Vici in tow. She smiled grimly, glad to see that the foal was at least fighting. She'd like to think that he was hungry for blood, so like his father...She knew the game though, and followed the stag into the darkness, keeping her tail held high and her scent strong in the air. "Oh stranger...come out, come out, wherever you are!" she cooed, glancing down at a droplet trail of blood accompanied by hoofprints in the fresh snow. She laughed, swishing her tail as she moved, using it like a fan. "I know, dear stranger, that should I not find you, you will definitely find me..."

--behind the post--
no fancy colors this time
sorta short, but getting back in the swing of things.
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