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Post by Lavender on Nov 1, 2011 14:25:36 GMT -5
•• NIDREVKA.
Rain perched down on her beautiful, ebony painted body. Raindrops accentuated her delicate features. Her mind roared, cursing to herself as she tripped once more over her own hooves. The mare that captivated her prey with her magical movements, cursed once again, this time out loud. Her foreleg had lost strength, she could barely put any weight on it. A frustrated shriek left her lips. The thoughts slightly began to leave her mind and Nidrevka remained calm now, so her agility and grace returned in her movements. As she trotted on, she sucked her nostrils in the scent of other equines. The lands were covered in grasses, fertile grasses as a source of refreshment. And as the sun began to set, she knew she would be almost invincible within a few hours. A relieved sigh was drawn from her maw, the lands would be cool now, the heat will be gone. She battered her long lashes as she opened her eyes, she was standing in a wide open space with a tree here and there. And so, Nidrevka just stood there, taking her surroundings in.
Cautiously, her eyes scanning the area around her, she walked slowly forwards. Much like a predator that was searching for it's prey, the mysterious, jet black mare moved her frame forward. Her senses couldn't catch any signs of living souls, so she continued her journey.
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Post by Xenan on Nov 1, 2011 16:42:16 GMT -5
Resentment coursed through his veins like fire, the burn throbbing much like the wound on his right shoulder. It was no longer really fresh, but in the healing process. There was no doubt that it stung a bit, but it was part of his reward for conquering the naive little white mare he'd played with not too long ago. Kova loved pain, thrived on it, but this wound was just serving to be an annoyance now. He'd gotten his pleasure, and now the present sting was simply that: annoying. Glaring at it, he could see where the flap of skin still could be seen hanging loosely, partially hindering the healing process where trapped dirt into the wound. He snorted derisively at it. While he loved to receive pain, infection from said pain would simply not do. Standing under the shade of a small cluster of trees, he shook his skull, ridding his mane of some of the wet that had fallen over him and the rest of the plains. What was he doing here, again? Instantly that thought vanished in the sea of madness swimming in the sooty dark bay brute's mind, however, as he suddenly whipped his head around and clamped his teeth around that little bit of skin and promptly ripped it off. He grunted and shivered in satisfaction at the new- fresh- sting before spitting the bit of hide onto the ground. His head lifted at once, eyes closing in an almost blissful state, reveling in the feel of warm crimson life-fluid running down his foreleg. Ahh, that was better. And now it would heal properly, probably earning him a brand new scar to join the multitude of the others marring his coat. With another shake, this time of his whole body, Kova lifted his lids once more so that his black eyes could survey the land.
Resentment fluttered back into the forefront of his mind, though he couldn't quite place where exactly it was directed. Part of it was at himself, for deep down he knew exactly how much of a monster he was. Part of it was at the liver chestnut mare, with birdcatcher spots- Zira- who he believed responsible for this new flood of emotions he knew not of what to do with. A bigger part was at his memories, flashing through his mind at the most inopportune moments, making him remember just how much different he was and always would be; making him remember how much hatred he bears. He supposed.. well.. No. He would never admit it. Zira had somehow wormed her way into his mind, made him feel things he didn't want to feel, made herself mean something to him. In this life where nothing ever mattered to him, the feelings or thoughts of others floating over his head like the very clouds above, now he suddenly was made to feel guilty about his actions by the likes of one blasted female. How dare she? As if Kovarik could ever be claimed or ordered around. Such was part of the reason he'd sought to supplant his worthless excuse of a sire and kill the proclaimed 'king' for thinking he had owned him in anyway. Well Zira would be the one to deal with this rush of feelings he didn't want, he would see to that. But first...
Taking one step forward, a scent drifted to his nares, and eyes now sought out the female who'd suddenly ensnared his attention. She was about his height, but black with the most intriguing white tail. Ears pricked forward in interest as he eyed her standing still, just plain out in the open, looking like a tasty prize just waiting for him to swoop in and claim it. Mmm, time for more fun already. Just as she began to walk slowly onward, Kova stepped up into gear from behind, though she was several yards ahead. He was moving swiftly, wanting not to alert her to him just yet. But once he was a good few feet behind her, he kicked his pace up into an eager prance, muscles rippling over his scarred body as he moved out beside her to the right. He thought to say something cunning or smart, but no words would pass his lips at the moment, so he just let those empty black eyes skim over her figure, and a deep rumble of satisfaction rose low in his throat. "Evenin'." Was all he managed to get out as he pranced out in front of her, cutting her off before continuing his perusal of her body onto the other side. Delightful.
OOC: meh.. crappy.. but alas, enjoy the crazy xD VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing[/size][/color] |
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Post by Lavender on Nov 2, 2011 14:43:21 GMT -5
•• NIDREVKA.
Wind carried her manes on it's wings, draping them over her slender features when she wandered onward. It was silent in Ilario, there were no signs of living souls, neither had she caught any creatures that roamed across the surface of these lands. It was just to quiet here, but then, as if her wishes were heard, a black figure appeared from afar.
Her mind was messed up, thoughts, screams and requiems echoed through her mind, moments from her past flashing for her eyes.
Rain perched down on their backs, sad-eyed, wounds across their frames. This battle would be engraved in their bodies, to be never forgotten, the memories would haunt them forever. And then, her dam spoke "You need to leave the herd," she said in a hoarse voice, echoing in Nidrevka's mind. "You have made enough victims" she said, closing her eyes shut tight, trying to fight her tears. Nidrevka's ears were twitched back, peering at her mother with a disbelieving gaze in her eyes, tears shining like diamonds silently rolling over her cheek. Here mother turned around and ventured into the mountains, her crying trailing off and her elegant frame vanishing into the mist. Leaving her own flesh and blood behind, without even looking back. The last thing that caressed her ears were the soft words "I will never forget you, la meva filla"
As she hovered over to the black figure, her steps were graceful, thoughtful and precise, her hips swaying. The mare battered her eyelashes in an attempt to get a closer look on the figure that formed at her horizon. It was a stallion, the winds had brought her news from afar which whispered his gender to her. A grin played around her lips, adorned her head. Nidrevka had waited quite a while for yet another prey.
"Evening, brute" she whispered in a sultry tone while facing him, the vixen eyeing him with slight interest. He pranced around her, and the way he cut her pace off - vexatious and provoking. But oh, Nidrevka's time would come. The mare wandered over to him, and slowly started to encircle him, much like a lioness that was observing her prey. "Well, well, what's a stallion like you doing here at such an odd hour?" the words were softly drawn from her maw, almost like a melody they filled the night air.
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Post by Xenan on Nov 4, 2011 23:22:10 GMT -5
"Hmm." He murmured just after the black mare greeted him back, although he gave no real indication that he heard what she said. What he did hear, however, was the silky tone she'd laced through her words. He wasn't sure why, but that alone had him intrigued. Though, as he made his rounds around her, taking in every delicious dip and curve, more than her voice enthralled him. Kova could sense something about her, something he'd never sensed before in any other he'd happened upon in his six years of life. There was an inexplicable darkness in her that somehow reflected his own. It was such an odd feeling, that it had him completely intrigued and focused in a way that he typically wasn't with females, as his attention usually remained on one thing: pleasure. And while, of course, that was still weighing heavily on his mind, Kovarik found himself curious about what she had running through her mind. When normally, he would continue to circle her and size her up, typically starting his game based on the mare, this time he stopped and his soulless black eyes found hers. And just when he began to wonder what she would do, the ebon mare began to circle him, her gaze burning over his skin in the most tantalizing way.
"Well, well, what's a stallion like you doing here at such an odd hour?" He didn't really know what she meant, but then he was also distracted by her whimsically sultry tones. He felt the long-dormant, sane, corner of his mind stirring distantly. She was intentionally trying to tempt him. But why? The mare clearly didn't know him, so she couldn't know that what she was doing was incredibly foolish and dangerous. But then.. Kova snorted as he came to a realization. Whatever darkness was in her matched his own. Zira couldn't give him what he truly needed, but perhaps this mare could. He suddenly began to tingle with excitement and anticipation as he partially confirmed his suspicion when he noticed a certain glint in her eyes that probably went unnoticed by the majority of the world. Realizing that he still hadn't answered her, he said simply. "I do as I please." The ashen dark bay brute would never admit it, but dusk and the later hours of the day was his favorite time. Suddenly in a good mood, he tossed his scarred head and flicked his long, black tail before beginning to dance around her in a way that showed off every muscle packed in his stocky hotblooded body. Black heart began to race at the possibilities of what might happen this eve. He had half a mind to reach out and nip her right then, to try and get a rise out of her, but for now, he held back too curious about what she had in mind to do. Once, he sidled in close to her, bringing his nose just barely above her skin to take in her scent, but then he finally moved away and back around to face her. He shivered from the energy he contained as he held himself back from doing the things he wanted to do, and now, simply stood there eagerly awaiting what would happen next.
OOC: meh.. crappy.. but alas, enjoy the crazy xD VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing[/size][/color] |
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Post by Lavender on Nov 8, 2011 16:10:55 GMT -5
•• NIDREVKA.
A grin played around her lips, the dim light of the sun now accentuated her slender curves. Her head tilted a bit again, and the vixen battered her eyelashes at the stallion in her own, innocent way. Taunting, one would say, and that was exactly what Nidrevka liked. Every stride was graceful, executed precisely. A strange sparkle lit up in her deep, captivating eyes when her gaze met his black eyes once more. The stag somewhat reminded her of the very demon which still haunted her mind, every second of every moment.
"Leave me alone!" the dark mare screamed, her legs lashed violently out to the brute before her. "But Nidrevka..." he tried to start his new flood of words, but she didn't want to hear them "NO!" the words left her lips broken, though they were angry, full of hatred. He ran after her, his muzzle reached out for her, his teeth sank into her graceful body and a macabre grin was formed around his maw. The jet black female grinded her hind teeth together and let out a strangled whinny before she lashed out powerfully with her hind legs. The sound of crashing bones caressed her ears, her frame turned around on her hind legs, facing the monster before her. Nidrevka's very own demon. "What you did is intolerable, I will never forgive you" the words flowed in a vicious tone from her kissers. "Never" slowly, she spoke the word, it sent shivers down her own spine. Now, it was her time to be Iver's demon, causing all of his anguish and torment.
When she snapped out of her thoughts, a gasp rolled of off her lips and she realized that her desires were even stronger this evening. It could be the sultry feeling of an early summer night, or this would be a different stallion. A brute she wouldn't forget that soon. The way he danced around her caused a sarcastic roll of her eyes, but she had observed him very well. His muscular, ashen black frame caught her attention, and so did his soulless black eyes. Her eyes casted upon him when he finally faced her again, giving him a teasing grin when she started to move again, her slender body just missed his hip, ebony black tail stroking his hocks when the vix made her way towards the edge of the jungle. "So," the words were drawn slowly from her maw, in a sultry and mysterious voice. "The name is?" she asked in an attempt to acquire his calling.
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Post by Xenan on Nov 8, 2011 17:43:17 GMT -5
A normal horse with normal expectations would think that his dance around the black mare was simply a way to show off for her and perhaps "woo" her, but truthfully, Kova knew nothing in regards to such matters. For him, the collected, graceful prance was simply a way to expend energy- energy that often plagued the brute's mind and body. He had to move, for if he didn't, the consequences tended to be great. A curse of his bloodlines, one could say, that caused his frequent bouts of too-high energy levels. Bad things happened to those that crossed his path when he had too much in store. Well, good things, if one ever asked him, but of course no one ever did. Not that he ever saw things as for them anyway. Call him selfish.
Besides, dancing around her not only allowed him to release some tension within himself, it also gave him the opportunity to look her over once more. Simply delightful.
But once he'd come to a halt to face her, eager in his desire to unlock this darkness inside her, he couldn't wait to see what she had in store. From the looks of her, especially the eyes, it wouldn't be too hard. Her gasp had him pricking his ears forward, curious (which was odd for him in spite of everything in itself; Kova was curious about nothing). But he quickly let it slide from his mind, the cloud of madness there swallowing it in with the other mess of thoughts. His nostrils flared as she began to move around him once more, theirs like a dance of sorts. Muscles shuddered over his back and hindquarters in anticipation, waiting, just waiting for her to unleash her darkness upon him. He felt the warmth of her body just barely touching him at his hip, but it was the silky feel of her tail slithering over his back legs that really had his muscles flexing. He barely had his head turned to watch her, barely able to withstand the suspense rising. His shoulders twitched when her jaws parted, and then he remembered the still-angry wound on his shoulder given to him by his last victim a couple months back. The blood had dried from where he'd torn the flap of skin off, but his mind quickly refocused on the black mare. But instead of biting him, or something else exciting, she simply spoke. He huffed his impatience out on a harsh sigh. Talk, talk.. His ears flicked back, though only in minor frustration. Her tone, though, as seductive as before, had him listening to what she said for once. Name.. "Outcast. Monster.." The words were spoken in a low, rumbling tone, slightly filled with menace, but more distant than anything, as though he couldn't really remember and hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud.
The sooty dark bay brute snorted and tore his gaze away from the female to settle somewhere ahead of him. The sun had just about set by now, leaving the last tendrils of its warmth before it would be gone only to be replaced by the moon's cool light. What the hell importance did a name have anyway.. One ear, the closest to where she was, remained turned to her- the only sign that he was still very focused on her, even if his onyx orbs weren't catching her movements. On a grunt, he relented, though he did not know why. "Kovarik." Lids narrowed briefly as he remembered the very few who'd dared to call him "Kova". Most had been murdered over the matter, though one and only one had been left to live. Zira. He still couldn't fathom why he could not bring himself to strike her, whereas he would never hesitate with anyone else. It stumped him, although he would not think of her now. He didn't ask the mare's name in return, simply because he didn't care, and wouldn't care to remember it later should she offer it anyway. Even if he was drawn by her. Only, it didn't seem that the mare herself taunted him anymore. He was more seduced by the darkness within her that he itched to encounter. But, it seemed, he would have to wait. Too much longer, however, and he would initiate things as he usually tended to do.
OOC: xD VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing[/size][/color] |
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