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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ixori. It was a nice name, strange like that of her coloring. It matched her, he supposed. He felt no need to introduce himself, of course, he was the Lord, and he had yet to run into someone who didn't know who he was for a while. And though the mare, Ixori, spoke boldly around him, he didn't think it was because she was clueless as to who she was speaking. Quite the contrary, actually; perhaps it was because of who he was that she seemed to speak so freely. He wasn't quite sure if that was a good or a bad thing though. "Ixori," he said, smiling softly as he turned away. "And where might your allegiances lie, mademoiselle Ixori?" he asked, knowing that if she was against him, she would probably lie. Or claim indifference just to spite him, though, if she was smart she would know that it would be unwise to do such a thing. He stepped close to the ravine that split the land in this area. It would be interesting to hear her reply if she was, in fact, against him, and it would be a shame to have to kill of something of such unnatural coloring. Though, maybe it would be best that only he and his line would have the strange marks twining their pelt. It would make sense that only the best should have it, to be set apart from the others. Though, if she claimed to be on his side, it would be most interesting to see how she would help his cause. He nosed the trickling waters casually, an eye still focused on the dark mare. A glint caught his eye and he turned, seeing an object in the water trying to flow with the stream but caught by a rock. He pulled the pendant free, turning and walking back to where Ixori stood. "I do hope," he started as he placed the necklace around her neck, "That you would be inclined to side with myself. It wouldn't do to kill such a pretty face, I believe it would look better with life behind it. But, a leader must make sacrifices." He smiled, as if he hadn't just been talking about killing her if she proved to be a traitor. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 386 . Notes - lalalala . Muse - mreh. carmuse is not great. . Tags - ixori

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Ramaskith did not offer his name in return, but Ixori had not expected him to. Ah well, she did not mind. He smiled at her, a cold, chilling sort of smile. She sensed that now they were getting down to business. She wondered whether he planned to be evasive in his words, or come right out and ask her to join him. Join him or die. It was not a choice she relished, but one she was prepared to make. Besides, she had been granted enough time to get him interested in her, interested enough to want to keep her intact. She hoped.
"Where might your allegiances lie, mademoiselle Ixori? I do hope, that you would be inclined to side with myself. It wouldn't do to kill such a pretty face, I believe it would look better with life behind it. But, a leader must make sacrifices”
And there it was, the words she had been waiting for. They were not as menacing as she had imagined they would be, but still sent a chill down her spine. A chill, however was the only extent of fear she felt, for Ixori was not a mare inclined to feel fear, much less show it.
“I do believe, Ramaskith,” she said, laying special emphasis on his name, “that you are threatening me. The deal is ‘join me or die’, no? Let it be known that I serve no master but myself. But if you are simply asking me whether my loyalties lie on a side that opposes, yours, my answer is no. I am not your enemy.” There, She had said it.
She only noticed the pendant around her neck when a slight breeze fluttered it in the wind, causing it to bump against her mottled chest. She glanced down, wondered how it had gotten there. Oh yes, Rama had stepped up towards her. He must have dropped it over her head. She scrutinized it closely, noticing the water droplets still trickling off. So, he gave her a gift as he threatened her life. She had the sudden urge to kick him and hear hooves connecting with flesh. She would just have to bide her time, for she knew that it esd more than likely that she would be fighting for her life soon enough. For some reason, the prospect saddened her. She had not wanted to fight Ramaskith. Looking at him, his striking markings so like her own, she realized she had wanted to be friends with him, wanted to like him, but it simply was not to be. It amused her that she had the urge to kick him, but still wished to preserve their civility. She smiled, a crooked sort of smile.

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ramaskith narrowed his eyes at this mare's words. No, it was not a good thing that she spoke so freely in front of him. She was not afraid of him. She was not among the smarter equines of this place, that was for certain. It didn't matter that she didn't side with the traitors and non-believers; the fact that she did not side with him told him that she did not believe. Despite her words, she was his enemy. What a pity. He hadn't thought she would answer in such a way, and had settled on the fact that he wouldn't have to kill her, that someone else would be joining the forces. Alas, he was wrong. He shouldn't be so quick to predict what would happen. She smiled at him, obviously oblivious to his train of thoughts. He sneered, no longer playing the nice guy. "Thats...unfortunate," he said, shaking his head softly, "I thought we could be friends. Guess I was wrong." He jumped forward, striking out as quickly as a snake. He had to kill her, anyone who wasn't sided with him, even if sided with no one, still had the opportunity to befriend the opposing force. And her very presence here said that she knew too much already. She had to die. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 224 . Notes - ixori got herself into some troubleeeee. . Muse - mreh. as usual. . Tags - ixori

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Not good. Rama’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he stared at her angrily. Ixori regretted her bold words, but what else could she have said? She refused to grovel at his feet, begging for mercy or kindness. She had simply told the truth. Every limb was braced for his next move, her pulse was beginning to race.
"That’s...unfortunate. I thought we could be friends. Guess I was wrong."
Ixori, though tense and alert, was not prepared for his sudden strike. He whirled at her, knocking her off balance with a single blow to her shoulder. She squealed angrily, regained her feet and danced away, ears pinned. She would not run. Never. She would stand up to this bully if he killed her. Which he would most likely do.
“Does it make you happy Rama, that everyone who is not for you is against you? I should think that it would be a cruel sort of existence. And what about when you get what you want and the whole world is under your hooves? Will you be happy then, friendless and alone, a tyrant who must suspect even his closest advisors? You think that you will be satisfied once you have conquered but I tell you, a more miserable existence will never be known. If my life’s blood makes you happy, so be it, but as you stand over my lifeless body, remember this; my death will not further your cause. You thought we could be friends and you were right, I was willing to be your friend, despite knowing who and what you are. Strike me down if you can, but one who once was willing to befriend you will now fight you to the death. ”
It was a long speech for Ixori and she almost regretted her words, for she doubted they would be heeded at all. She hated speaking in length and when she did, it always angered her if her words were ignored.
She stood panting, just out of Rama’s reach. As though by mutual consent, they began to circle, eyeing each other warily. Ixori was sure to keep herself out of his range, but was ready to fight upon moment’s notice. Her ears were pinned and her teeth were bared as she watched him through narrowed eyes. She guessed it would be to her advantage to strike first, for he would not be expecting a mare to be the clash’s instigator, but she did not want to attack him. She wanted to wait, for a little flicker of hope that he might relent and chose to let her be, still burned. But she was ready for him. If he chose to fight, she would at least provide him with a challenge.

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ramaskith narrowed his eyes as she spoke, only half listening. It didn't matter what she said. She was not with him, and who ever was not, was only against him. There was no exisiting in between. These foolish souls who thought they could get away with speaking to the Lord in such a way, who thought they could live without choosing a 'side.' Though, truthfully, the choices were life or death, so he did not understand why someone would not choose to live. There was no in between, everyone who did not side with him would die. Everyone, unless they chose to surrender themselves to him. Or if he chose to keep them as a slave, though, he would be continually fighting against those slaves, and it seemed like a waste of time. It was frustrating to think that some creatures did not think this way, and would rather die than side with him. He snorted, eying the black and violet creature that stood in front of him, starting to circle. He took a step to the side, doing the same. It would not do for her to go unpunished. Not at all. She didn't seem inclined to return his attack though, not after that speech she had given. It didn't matter though, she would die either way. He jumped forward, a twitch of his muscles and he was soaring forward, landing right in front of the mare and sinking teeth into skin, yanking to the side. She would pay for her insolence and foolishness. She would learn. He would make her beg for her life and then laugh as he cruched her bones, listening to her scream for mercy. It would be glorious. And then maybe, at the last minute, when she had lost all hope, he might let her live. Not for very long, no; but perhaps she would. Afterall, he did still have Sonalane to heal, and with enough persuasion she would heal this creature, to fight for the cause. He pivoted, his scarlet and ivory body contricting and then expanded as he twisted, kicking at his opponent; hoof slicing into flesh. He smiled. She would regret angering him. They all did once they realized their mistake. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 373 . Notes - sorry. i was all screwy this past week. should have been done a long time ago. ill try to be more on top of things, promise. . Muse - its alright ^^ . Tags - ixori

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Ramaskith was lightning fast. Ixori only managed to land a quick, ineffective nip, before she was grabbed and cast aside, forcefully sent skidding past Rama. He punctuated his shove with a swift kick. Thankfully it was only a glancing blow and Ixori could tell it would not be a dangerous wound. Good. Her eyes narrowed at she saw the blood trickling down her shoulder, the skin ripped apart from his sharp hooves. Her opponent had drawn the first blood.
Well then, make him pay for it, a little voice whispered in her head. She drew a deep breath and listened to it. She bore numerous scars from various battles, none as intense as this clash, but enough to indicate her experience at fighting. A voice always whispered in head while she fought, nothing solid, no fully formed words, just thought impressions giving her advice. She guessed it was some sort of battle instinct. Listening to it always altered the outcome of her skirmishes and she would need all the help she could get in this one.
Make him pay for it? She could do that. She whirled, exchanging a kick of her own with powerful hind-legs. She felt no crushing impact of hooves severing muscle or crunching bone and was disappointed. She would have to do better. She whirled back at him, dangerously exposing her flank as she did so, but she was too far gone to care. The battle fury was upon her now and she would be borne along with it, to kill or be killed. The blood from the cut on her shoulder was still running freely and another cut, one she had not noticed before, probably from when he grabbed her, was bleeding too. She did not care. Pain had no place in this fight. If she allowed herself to succumb to weakness she would be the prey, not the hunter.
With a murderous hiss she struck out at him with her teeth, retracting her head just in time. Almost in the same motion she was on her hind-legs pawing with her front ones, but only for a moment and then she was back down. In an almost demonic battle rage or no, Ixori was still a creature of cunning. She was intentionally trying to anger him, trying to engage him, draw him out. He had charged her and knocked her aside once; maybe he would do it again. Thankfully, she had a plan this time.

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Do we need to get anyone to do random numbers or anything or decide the outcome of the fight?

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" She turned to fight back, but her strike missed and he chuckled. The sound was deep and mocking, though he said nothing. She turned again and he lunged, seeing an opportunity and striking. She was letting anger get to her, but wasn't using it the right way. Such a pity that a driven equine wouldn't live long enough to learn how to succeed. He laughed again, drawing blood. This was almost too easy. He pulled away, prancing as he waited to see what she would do. When he fought, it was almost as if time would slow, and although he still moved at the same speed, everyone else was fighting through honey, almost frozen. Everything slowed down around him and he had plenty of time to react. He didn't know if that was just because he moved really fast, or if it was because he could see the actions others would taken, imagining the battle before it really happened and just knowing exactly where to be. That was why he had been chosen in the first place, after all. He had superb battle skills, in a way in which he could never be beat, unless someone knew exactly the way his mind thought, or if he got angry enough that he didn't didn't care any longer, like what had basically happened with Sonalane not too long ago. The black figure snaked her head around, striking at him. He snorted, ears pinning backward for a moment, but then rotating back again. He didn't really care; he loved to fight, and if someone tried to best him, it just proved slightly entertaining as he watched them and their feeble attempts at wounding him. The black and violet mare reared, pawing out with her forelegs before thudding back down. He threw his head, jumping forward immediately, twisting to the side at the last second and bucking, rear legs thrown into the air and colliding before he gathered his momentum and swung back around, slamming into her side. Oh she would regret pulling him into a fight, yes she would. He would not be beat by a mere commoner, no matter how exotic her looks may be. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 369 . Notes - if you think we should ^^ lol.69 . Muse - mrehhh. . Tags - ixori

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Ixori fought the urge to wince at the impact as he hit her, for the blow hurt tremendously. But it was only pain and so long as nothing substantial was broken or injured, it did not matter. What was important was that he fall for her bait, and fall he did. He was fast, devilishly so, whirling and coming again at her. She allowed him to gain momentum and hit her again, but only long enough to feel his hooves against her side. She waited until he had comitted to the strike, putting his full force into the blow. Then she was gone, whirling on her front hooves, no longer providing any support for the weight he had put into that kick. With luck he would topple and bite the dust, and if not, then at least he would be off balanced, hopefully enough so to provide her with an opening.
She wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him suffer. She still did not quite understand why the impulse was so strong. Aside from the fact that he was an evil jerk, she usually did not find herself with a bloodlust against another. What set him apart? Deep in her heart, she knew the answer, but refused to own up to it. She would never admit the fact, not even to herself. Though she now bled from many wounds, she hardly cared. It was the wounds inside the bit the deepest, the ones she was determined to avenge. She would make him hurt if it killed her.

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dudeeeee Rama is up against one agnry mare

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" He hit her, but only barely before she moved away. He faltered, the momentum carrying him forward as he swung his legs around to catch himself. He whipped his head around, eyes narrowing as he looked back at her. So perhaps she did know a thing or two about fighting, or at least escaping the majority of a blow. Though, she had several wounds that he had given her, so her skills were not at the forefront of her head. Anger made her stronger, and he could see that she was very angry with him. It didn't bother him though, it wasn't as if she could actually best him. He smiled, at ease with the situation. His muscles were tense, but only in preparation for the new move she would make against him. His nostrils flared, inhaling oxygen as his heart pumped the blood through his body, lungs expanding as lowered his breathing. He wasn't breathing hard, not even close, but it put his mind at ease and let him focus easier. He would not fall for such a trick again, but he was interested to see what else this mare had up her 'sleeve', so to speak. Maybe he wouldn't kill her after all. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 209 . Notes - mr. rama is just a little bit too full of himself. perhaps he needs to be taken down a notch? XD . Muse - mreh . Tags - ixori

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Ixori delighted in the fact that Ramaskith had been momentarily confounded to find that she could indeed fight and even trip him a little. How her heart had sang when he faltered, looking confused. The sight had done her good. Now she just needed to follow up before he had his bearings again.
Hoping to catch him by surprise, she whirled so that she faced him again. Ixori’s long, dark lashes swept across her cheek like a butterfly about to land as she gave Ramaskith a lazy smile. She was not sure whether it would do any good, but thought the tactic worth a try. If she could just press her advantage, before letting Ramaskith recuperate, that might mean the upper-hand for her. Maybe her smile would offset him somehow. Her eyes bored into his as she relaxed her lips, letting the smile vanish. She had heard that some stallions even became paralyzed when such a tactic was used in battle and while she could not hope for so much, she was eager to Rama’s reaction.
Then she upon him. Slashing furiously at his throat, she pressed in for the kill. If she could just cut that jugular vein, it would be all over. Her own head was carefully tucked as not to expose her own throat, but still held high enough that her angrily snapping teeth could seek and find a hold upon him.

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My murderous little mare...
She'd be happy to take him down a notch