WHITE GHOST | vladimir

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Cold. That is all she felt while in these lands. The biting chill that whipped at her white body was something the young mare was not entirely used to considering she grew up in a much warmer place. It was a place that she had only recently left for the first time, and greatly missed already. The place she found herself in now just made the nostalgia even worse, and she briefly wondered if anyone from her homeland missed her.

Nereid had always led a rather ghostly existence. Sure, she had usually stuck close to her family but she was mainly the one standing off in her mother’s shadow and perfectly fine that way. But now, here in these lands, she was more alone than she’d ever been. When she had been preparing to leave her homeland for the first time, she had never expected it to be such a confusing, difficult journey. She wasn’t even sure what direction she was headed. North, south, east or west? Instead, she now wandered aimlessly searching for something. What it was, she was not even sure yet.

Shivering and a little nervous at how empty her life seemed, her small frame easily slipped through a crevice in the rock, hoping that any space inside would offer her some form of shelter and warmth. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the darkness that suddenly enveloped her, and she found herself stumbling a little as she slowly walked further in to this place she had discovered. The scent of other horses filled her nostrils, offering some sort of comfort and reassurance that this was probably a safe haven for others instead of a cougar’s den. But, as far as she could tell, it was empty. The smells around her were at least a few days old, and as she stopped walking it was difficult to ignore how quiet it suddenly was.

With her ears dropping back in disappointment, the little mare wandered off to the side of the large, dark space as if to protect at least one of her sides from anything dangerous that might come in. Sleep called to her, but she couldn’t bring herself to drift into it, not thinking it wise to drop her guard.

TAG: Vladimir
WORD COUNT: idk : P
NOTES: hrm sorry if it sucks! i hate starting XD
VOICE: rachel weisz as evy

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Vladimir Dracula

The stallion sighed, his breath escaping from him in a harsh gust of air. The crunch of the icy ground was a comforting sound, one that you would associate with the word 'home', for that was what the snowy tundra was to the scarred beast. The snow, ice, and bitter cold were all the things that made up home for him. Things he never wished to be separated from. He always went out of his way to avoid the king - for what king would like the idea of a beast like him meandering about his lands? Certainly not a sane king, and most likely not an insane king, either. Vladimir knew what boundaries to push - and this was not one of them.

The snowy tundra had served as his home since his younger years, and even since birth. He knew the tundra very well; he could traveling anywhere about his newly acquired land without having to think about it. Living in the tundra, however, proved to be a rather lonely existence so far, though. He had been on his own since he had reached adulthood – his mother mysteriously disappeared once he had reached maturity. He wondered if his father, the ever elusive beast that he was, had somehow found them and had stolen his mother away in the night. Vladimir’s searching did not bear any results, and thus he had abandoned searching for his mother. And now, years later, he was still as alone as ever.

He had slipped into the crevice for a reprieve from the cold, biting wind of his home. It had only been a short period of time, but it seemed as though it was long enough for his hiding place to be discovered. He could hear the distance disturbance as someone stumbling about, and could not resist the temptation to investigate. Besides, it was within his responsibility to do such, now that he was King. It did not take him long to find the disturbance, and to be mildly surprised by the source. A small, pale mare that was still shivering from the cold, or perhaps from something else entirely. “Can I help you?” he spoke, his deep voice reaching her before he finally emerged from the dark. His head was tilted slightly, out of curiosity. She was not built for cold weather such as this – so why was she here?

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It wasn’t even a minute when there was echoing sound that suddenly filled her ears. They shot forward and her head snapped up, eyes wide as she searched for the source of it. It sounded like hooves to her, and she found herself shrinking closer to the wall that towered up next to her as they seemed to get closer and louder. It was a bit of a surprise to the female that someone would show up, considering she thought this place was abandoned for the time being.

And then, suddenly the shape of a huge stallion appeared in the darkness. Her ears that were once straight up, dropped back tightly against her head and she found herself feeling a bit intimidated by the brute. For just a moment, the small mare thought about scampering off back the way she had came, though in the end she thought it unwise to go running off back into the cold. Her frame wasn’t built for this kind of weather and the shivering proved it. “No” she said nonchalantly, turning her head quickly back in front of her, the brute off to her one unprotected side. She kept a watchful eye on him, however, and an ear. “...Can I help you?" she asked after a few moments silence, wondering who he was and what he wanted.

TAG: Vladimir
WORD COUNT: idk : P
NOTES: short posts ftw lol
VOICE: rachel weisz as evy

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Vladimir Dracula

She shrank away from him; an action he wasn’t unaccustomed to. It did not faze the stallion, especially given the rather pitiful state that Quul had been left in. He did not crowd the smaller, pale mare – or tried not to, anyways. These were rather cramped quarters, so it was hard not to crowd whoever you were standing nearby. It was certainly not on purpose, though it served him better. He did not want this one scampering away just yet. Dark eyes could see her shivering, and his ears laid back briefly. He shifted, allowing his larger frame to take the brunt of the biting cold wind, so to save her from getting and chillier. He frowned slightly at her nonchalant response, a watchful eye carefully regarding him. “Perhaps,” he answered curtly, the frown still creasing the corners of his dark muzzle. “I am Vladimir Dracula, the King of Quul. You have seemed to have gotten yourself lost in my lands,” he continued, the latter part of his sentence was more of a statement more than anything. His dark eyes assessed the pale mare, while a part in the back of his mind was churning with possibilities. “It is not often that I have visitors.”

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Her head turned a little towards him again as he moved. Bight, blue eyes watched him as he put himself between her body and the way to the entrance. For a moment, she wondered what exactly he was up to. Was he trying to block her way out? Did he have something gruesome planned for her? Her body stiffened a bit, until she noticed something else; there was no more wind blasting wind hitting her. Her once shivering frame was a little more still now, and she offered him a small smile in thanks.

“Perhaps”

Ears pricking, she tilted her head slightly, wondering what she could possibly help him with. What could he want from her? The young mare had not had much experience in dealing with others, and that frown of his wasn’t making her al to comfortable. Her small smile faded a tad.

“I am Vladimir Dracula, the King of Quul. You have seemed to have gotten yourself lost in my lands,”
“It is not often that I have visitors.”

Realization dawned on the white mare, suddenly. Was he angry she had intruded onto his lands? “I- I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to intrude. It was just really cold out there so…” her voice trailed off, eyes staring off into the darkness in front of her, not daring to look at the stallion any longer, feeling ashamed of herself. Of course this place belonged to someone! And maybe he’d blocked her from the chilling breeze, but she didn’t feel all to welcome. There was no way getting past him, though, and she wasn’t about to go gallivanting off into the blistering cold. “May I stay in here? At least until the snow storm passes?” she asked, hopeful.

TAG: Vladimir
WORD COUNT: idk : P
NOTES: short posts ftw lol
VOICE: rachel weisz as evy

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Vladimir Dracula

His kind deed had not gone unnoticed, from what he could tell, given that the petite mare offered him an equally small smile. That was a satisfying change of pace, since most took the bay stallion’s occasional bouts of kindness for granted. Her small frame was now shivering a little less than it was before, though he could not stop the cold. The cold would always be there to seep into one’s bones, chilling them through and through. Dark eyes watched her carefully through her expression changes; head tilted slightly, ears pricked forward. Her smile faded slightly, as though she was expecting the worst out of him.

Then it was his turn to frown slightly...Again. Did she take his words wrong, or had he not used the right ones to get his point across? “I believe you misunderstood,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly. “I am not angered that you came and sought shelter in Quul.” He paused briefly, his eyes still on her as the mare’s pale blue ones turned to the darkness. She turned and spoke to him again, this time, with hope in her voice. Interesting. Poor thing didn’t realize what she was getting herself into. “You may stay here until the snow storm passes...For a price,” he replied concisely, though it’s meaning was clear. He was not one to let such an opportunity slip away from him.

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“I am not angered that you came and sought shelter in Quul.”

She relaxed some more, letting the knots in her muscles uncoil themselves with this bit of news. He wasn’t angry. This made her feel much better, for even if she wasn’t one to socialize much, she still didn’t like making others upset when she did end up interacting with them. The little mare always thought it wise to avoid the making of enemies. It’s not like she’d ever be able to hold her own. At least, not against someone like this brute here with her. His size was ridiculous and scary, almost.

“You may stay here until the snow storm passes...For a price,”

What? Those big, blue eyes of hers widened, as if she’d just realized something. But…she hadn’t. She was confused. He wanted payment? This did not sit well with Nereid. No, she had not fully understood his words. What could a lone, small mare like her have to possibly offer him? She didn’t have food, she couldn’t lead him to water, and she didn’t have any healing experience. Was he hurt? She did a once over of him and acknowledged that he appeared to be in good health. “What?” she finally asked. No, the mare wasn’t stupid. It’s just that she had absolutely no experience with the opposite sex or even what they craved. While most young mares had heard plenty of stories and had been warned by their mothers to be careful around strange stallions, Nereid had not. Sure, she’d had heard little tidbits here and there, but those had been addressed at her older sister, whom had been a much more mischievous being than her. She guessed her mother hadn’t expected quiet, innocent little Nereid to get herself into a tight situation or even leave the nest.

As she worked fast to assess the situation, she took into account that he’d blocked her path. Yeah she had noticed before, but now it took on a whole new meaning. Maybe he’d indeed been doing a kind deed, but perhaps he also didn’t want her to escape. Not that the snow storm blowing outside was very inviting. He had also been looking at her far to much for her own comfort. And then she remembered her mother talking to her sister about the birds and the bees. Oh dear. Nereid’s ears went flat back. It had taken her just a few seconds of calculating the situation for the answer to finally click. “You want…me?” she asked hesitantly, every muscle in her body going rigid. “I’m the payment, aren’t I?” her voice went up an octave or two, but she kept her cool. She wasn’t one to flip out that easily. For a long moment, she glared at him, not happy about this price of his.

And finally, she lost her nerve.

She took off, deeper into the cave. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, but it was still difficult to avoid running into anything. Hope filled her, thinking maybe if she were lucky she’d find another way out. She didn’t, though. Instead, she hit a dead end within a minute. Looking around desperately, there was no way out but back. She spun around, sides heaving and heart pounding, but she fought off the sheer panic. Swinging her body around, she made sure to keep her rump facing the wall. She had to decide now. Was it better to brave the even colder weather outside if - and that was a big if - she could get passed the male? Or, should she just give in? Would he be more violent if she fought him? A sigh escaped her. “Fine” she called out into the darkness, raising her head to hold it high. "I'll accept the payment". It couldn’t be that bad, right? Many mares handed themselves over to males every year, and came out alright. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as freezing to death, or getting beat to a bloody pulp if she denied him. And some instinct housed deep within told her to accept the male. That she was supposed to accept the male. It was nature, right?

TAG: Vladimir
WORD COUNT: idk : P
NOTES: <3333
VOICE: rachel weisz as evy

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Vladimir Dracula

His dark eyes – well, eye, for his right eyes was nearly blind, and his near-blindness showed through how milky the orb appeared – remained trained on the pale mare as she visibly relaxed underneath his carefully chosen words. Big blue eyes, wide with almost a childlike confusion, stared up at him balefully as his words sunk in. Her mind was reeling; it seemed, to understand what he had said. Had he not chosen the right words? Maybe he had not strung them together correctly, or perhaps his accent was worse than he originally thought. Her question of “What?” did not help him understand what had gone wrong. He had thought he had executed this plan quite well, but perhaps he had blundered somewhere.

Then it all clicked. It was a sudden change, though a subtle one, in the mare’s petite features. Ears laid back, muscles went rigid again. How it made him feel like a monster, even though he was one...But he could at least pretend he was normal, though the opportunity seemed wasted. She should at least be glad he was in his right mind, (mostly, anyways), and had not fully taken advantage of her dire situation. She was too delicate for such rough treatment, though. He did not want to break such a pretty example of how Mother Nature could be kind to the world. She spoke again, her voice now an octave or two higher, wide, pretty blue eyes now glaring up at him. Then suddenly she was gone.

He moved much more slowly than she did. He knew his lands very well, and knew she had nowhere else to escape to. She would wear herself out and eventually give in, realizing there was no other way out, or he would simply take what he wanted and keep her as a prisoner. Her voice called to him in the dark, “Fine. I’ll accept the payment.” This satisfied him, for the moment, since it seemed she had come to terms with her options. He merely closed on where she had taken off to, allowing the ghost of a smile to haunt his scarred face. “Good, good,” he replied, his own deep voice bouncing off the walls, echoing far into corners that were lost in the dark. “You have my promise, then, that no harm shall come to you.”

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Her head raised as he approached, eyes straining to make him out in the dark. She could see him, yes, but not that well. Nereid decided that she really didn’t like caves anymore. They offered protection, sure, yet at the same time they were the cause of all of this. If she’d not been in here when her path had crossed with the brute, it would have been easy to escape. The white mare may of accepted the payment, but that didn’t mean she liked him. Her ears were pressed tightly back, and if she had been the more aggressive type, she would of lashed out at him the moment he got close. But she simply just stood there, her hooves planted firmly to the solid ground as she waited for stallion to take what he wanted. It was a sick payment to such an inexperienced mare as her, but there was no other option.

She couldn’t help but wonder what her sister would do in this kind of situation. Probably try and kick the stallion’s ass. But Nereid didn’t have that kind of backbone. And she was more concerned about her own well being than Aoife ever was. And she knew she didn’t stand any chance if she pissed him off. All she had to do was remind herself that this was probably the way of the world. Maybe that should of made the small, white mare more fearful. And maybe she should of felt bad for any other mares stuck in such a situation. But somehow, knowing that others had probably gone through this kind of ordeal before her and come out perfectly fine, comforted her. It reassured her that whatever was about to happen wouldn’t be the death of her.

TAG: Vladimir
WORD COUNT: idk : P
NOTES: meh. it's short and sucky. but it's my first post in weeeks. -is rusty-
VOICE: rachel weisz as evy