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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 10, 2007 2:42:45 GMT -5
It was another day. Each day drew closer the plans which would be laid forth in the never ending quest for power. Strolling casually across the realm of Grisken came the queen of it all. Not a care in the world, she strolled. This was her lands. The stunning dun hide rippled over powerful muscles with each flowing movement that took her closer to her boarders. Soon a herd would have to be established but for now it was all hers. OCC: sorry for the shortness im in trouble and have to go
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 10, 2007 3:27:37 GMT -5
Shrieks of horror filled her mind and her eyes opened to take in the bright sunshine. She started walking, or rather stumbling, towards where she thought there might be water. Her near front dagger was almost broken, it was swollen quite a lot and blood coated the leg around where the injry was. The redness of blood covered up all the deep gashes and smaller ones that covered her whole bodice that had once been quite beautiful. Because of her dark colouring it would soon be beautiful again but with a rough beauty that would be quite strange yet good. Her mind kept getting filled with more and more shrieks as she stumbled, as if someone, or someones, were getting hurt inside her as she limped on her sore leg, stepping on it lightly ever now and then. There was no water, she could sense no water anywhere. She had thougth there was but there wasn't any. A groan escaped her, her mouth was completely dry and she was starting to get rather dehydrated. The sun was beating down on her relentlessly but there was no real shade that helped. She tried shutting her eyes but it seemed that when she did the shrieks only became worse.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 11, 2007 19:56:27 GMT -5
Upon her lesurly stroll the vixen stopped. Intellegent optics narrowed. There was a shit within her lands. Black tipped harks picked to high alertness and silken banner of deaths colour lashed across her golden quarters. There was something amiss here. Something which shouldnt be here. Smirk grew upon her librums. A disturbence, that was for sure, one that could turn out to be something interesting. Giving her fine bodice a shake, the queen straightend herself and strode forth, easily picking the direction in which this intruding force was located. Skull high, steps proud, she two beated and took her time. The wind made by her own speed, picked at her ebony decorations and blew them to pattern her slight burnished gold hide. Soon upon an unprise, the regal lady looked out. Scanning her lands. She was shocked to find she sensed the presence out into the small stretch of desert that was before the forest. She soon spotted the figure with her keen sight. The figure was going the complete wrong way, not to mention the few circles that her tracks reveieled, for there was the longest part of the deasert that stretchd past the lush forest and onto the dry plains before reaching the fresher plains. It was a defence tactic, as were the mountains. The desert never held any rain that poured over it. The liquid just seemed to dissapear beneath the sands, as if it were never there. Though once in a while, Shabri would come across a sinkhole, quicksand, where one could easily lose their life. In fact a few still held captive their rotting victems. Watching the figure stumble along, Shabri picked up the injury. She also wondered if the other was thirsty. If they were, and had not had a drop to drink for many a while, they were nothing more then food for the scavengers. Unless. Unless the queen interviened. The thought crossed her mind and interested her. Though it would be entertaining enough to watch the figure stumble along and die, there could be gain from such a creature. So the queen of Grisken set out to find what she could gain from this little encounter...
The sun was harsh, as harsh as it ever was over the desert. A willo-whisp of gold and black melted in with the heat waves beaming up from the sands. Shabri had made sure she had drunk at the small stream at the boarders of the forest. The minx had taken her time, letting the cool liquid slide down her elegant throat. Now she three beated gracefully across the dunes, headed towards this intruder to her lands. Soon enough, the darkened figure appeared before her. Shabri kept her gait in check and did not slow or stop when reaching the sad figure, yet proformed a few circles around the creature. It was female, the dun mare could tell that. In such poor shape as well. Snorting she skidded to a halt, sending a spray of sand to one side, and loked at this sad excuse for a mare. It was true, she would have been a beauty, yet she was raggered and beaten and a pure picture of unhealth. Shabri could see it, she could smell it and by far she could sense it. Yet the queen did not mind. She stood, looking this mare up and down for a moment more before parting her black touched librums to speak her words 'Lo travelling vixen. Do you not know where you are? the low, sweet tones mixed with the poisen of a cobra slid forth with all their seuction and tease. This mare might not know where she was, but soon enough she would find out. There was a wide range of possiblilities of her future. She could either be left to die, be killed, be taken prisoner, or become the first member to the soon to be large and magnificent herd of the Grisken kingdom. It was the wenchs choice of cause, and her fate would be sealed with her next words and actions
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 11, 2007 23:25:37 GMT -5
Mynx stopped moving as the other figure appeared, she watched this mare that seemed to think she was quite important. Snort was givin to show that mynx though otherwise about this mare that came towards her. She kept walking and only stopped when question was asked and an answer wanted. The question was quite a silly one but how would such a foolish mare know, of course the mynx didn't know where she was. If she did then she would not be here for she would have found her way to water by this time. Another snort was givin with a roll of the mynx's eyes as she turned her head away in disgust with the foolish question. The shrieks were gone and only one other presence was there, interested in this encounter just as much as she was. They were bored with this mare's company even before a moment had passed. She was standing on all four legs with equel weight even though the one pained her badly, it was throbbing a lot and a sharp pain was going right through it and going towards the mynx's mind as if to tell it that there was something wrong, as if it wanted to get to the control room to change the way of standing so as to let the injured leg rest. The mynx did not turn her gaze back towards the mare after looking away but rather started walking and ignoring her more. She didn't care nor know who this mare was and even if she did know she would not have cared much for what worse could this mare do to her. Death would only release her from the pain that enveloped her slightly muscled shape, kept there by the blood that just about coated every inch of what was once and would have ben a beautiful bodice. In truth the mare no longer cared, there was also something wrong with her mind, any normal horse would be able to see that once they were in her company for more than a moment. A sudden movement was given by the mynx as she reared up and tossed her head, making the pain even worse. Scream was giving as she came down and bolted into a canter before slwoing herself down and shaking her head as if trying to get rid of something. A presence that she knew quite well had decided to join her for the moment and with him there always came the sharp pains that were sent through her body by him, it was his entrance and he liked it quite a lot. Her face took on the expression of a horse ready for a fight as she glanced at the mare. But something about it was quite different from what it had been before, one could tell that this horse was not quite the same as she had been before. Snort was givin as encouragement to the other mare to try and dare do something to her, to try and punish her for her rudeness. It was quite impossible though for this mare could not be punished. Nothing could be done to her that would be worse than what had already been done to her so many times before. Tail was flicked towards her as one hind leg was picked up off the ground slightly as if the mynx was going to kick. Scream was givin as new presence fought off the one that was being so foolish and the mynx's haunches slid quite a bit as if she had been pushed hard but nothing was there. It was quite a strange sight and if one did not run then one had to be intrigued to want to stay there, with a horse that was basically fighting herself. The mynx snorted and picked up a trot even though she was limping she kept going, every now and then tossing her head but she still kept going, not slowing one bit and ignoring the pain completely.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 11, 2007 23:59:27 GMT -5
Shabri did not look offended or angry. More amused. She chuckled to herself as she watched the mare. When the mare started acting strangly and looked towards her, Shabri noticed then that something was wrong. Or perhaps right. SHe did not move just watched the battle with interest. Optics narrowed and smirk grew. Amusment was all this mare was worth at the moment but in the future she could be something more. Shabri could see potential. Never one to miss an oportunity, the golden dun picked up to a smooth trot. Since she was the larger mare, her strides were longer. She also seemed to have a mystic quality. Her strides were smooth, effortless and ground eating. In no time at all she was matching strides with the lame mare. The queen was not too close and did not even spare a glance at the other. Smirk was still in place, almost like mockery. Casually, she spoke. Smooth tones glided forth with seduction, pity, proposition and sweetness. One would be bound to get the reaction she wanted You are going the wrong way there was no need for her powers yet. She would play this fair. For now
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 12, 2007 0:15:05 GMT -5
The other mare's amusement was seen but ignored as the vixen kept going. When she was told that she was going in the wrong direction she only faltered slightly but no one would be able to tell whether this was because of the other mare's words or whether this was because of her lameness. She kept going in the direction that she had been going in though, she didn't care. "And how would you know that." It wasn't a question but merely a statement that basically said that this mare didn't know anything about the vixen. She couldn't know whether the vixen wanted to go towards water or whether she wanted to go deeper into the desert so that death would take her and she would no longer have to feel the pain that she was feeling. Nothing about the vixen would show this mare that her words had had an effect, that they were in fact true, that the mare now knew that she was going the wrong way. Of what the mare would be able to see the vixen was going the right way according to herself. Strange look passed over the vixen's features as she moved towards the mare bit by bit and a smirk appeared on her features as, when she got close enough to do so, she kicked out at the mare. It seemed that she wanted to punish her for so much as thinking that the vixen didn't know where she was going, and had the vixen known what might happen because of what she was doing she would still have done it. It did not really make much difference to her who this mare was, in her eyes she was just another mare that was getting in the way. Death was tired of being treated like someone inferior, in her own eyes she would never be. She might recognise someone as being superior to her only if she thought that they deserved to be and not many did. Many others were thought by her those others that lived inside of her to be foolish little idiots that didn't know a thing about the real world, the real world that she had experienced. So many of them lived in denial, thinking that the world was a wonderful place when really it wasn't. She had not waited for a reaction from the mare before speeding up into a canter that hurt her injured leg even more but she did not care. She kept going, further and further in the wrong direction, almost as if she was doing it just to prove to this mare that she wasn't going in the wrong direction. She snorted and tossed her head as a presence tried to take over her and even in her weakness the anger that was building up inside of her made her strong enough to push it away. She was badly dehydrated and might even faint soon if she did not get water.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 12, 2007 0:28:46 GMT -5
This mare, strange indeed. Shabri could tell there was no way to get through with her normally. For she was far from normal. Even when words were spoken out of the other, the queen did not look or acknowledge her existance. Even as she made the little movements nearer she was still ignored. Shabri was not treating her as an inferior and she was stupid to not notice it. Nares wrinkled slightly as the other mare neared. She smelt. Alot like death actually. That was interesting. She was not dead...yet. Sure she was in bad condition but she carried that distinct scent that only death possesed. Interesting. As the kick was sent her way, Shabri mearly sped up and the stray hoof went sailing past her quarters. Though the move irritated the demoness, the possesion of this fae was more valuable then revenge. She was intreged. She wanted to know about the connection this strange mare had with death. The queens knew of only one horse who had a connection with death. None others would know of him, unless they had met him.
The strange minx passed her and Shabri let her go for the moment, mustering her strength. Playtime was over. The big guns came out now. Purple orbs flecked with steely silver were covered for a moment yet soon enough they shot back open, hard with determination. The dun mare leaps into a full gallop, easlily passing the lame creature. Cutting back, she rounded on the darker horse. Shabri was a fierce thing to behold when she was filled with determination and the need for more. Lunging herself upon this newcomer, she sought for a grip above the withers. A spot in which she could hold the mare with her fangs and not be bothered with her struggles or attempts to strike the captore. She was quick enough to be successful, but she still knew nothing of this mare so it was all up to chance. Yet to add to the chances of it favouring her way, the queen also launched an attack upon the fae's injured leg. Her own blackened pillar swinging out to catch the others mare injured leg with a forceful attack
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 12, 2007 1:15:54 GMT -5
The mare came to a sliding stop but ended up on the ground as her injured leg gave in and she fell forward onto th ehard sand of the desert floor. A scream of pain could be jeard from her as she kicked slightly before getting herself back up. She couldn't really stop the other mare's attacking except that she could stop her from hurting her injured leg even more. She snorted and stood still, watching the mare and waiting to see what she would do to her now. The vixen didn't really care, if she died now then it would be better than nothing.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 12, 2007 1:41:43 GMT -5
They came to a stand still and Shabri stood calmly glaring at this other with the same smirk upon her features. Her breathing was even and blinking minimum. She was silent and still. Then she launched her attacks. First she darted in to nip at one shoulder, then out before darting in to nip at the other one and as she spun round to dart back out she flashed the darker mare her heeles. Shabri seemed to make an extra effort to aviod injuring the leg further, yet that did not stop her front attempting a full out impact with her hind legs to the other mare's chest. It was all a test. The queen returned to her previous spot and turned round to watch this other mare again. Same stance, same look.
I dont wish to kill you, you know said in such a casual manner, black librum hardly moving the mare did not hold malace in her vocals. More an enticing angle was given. and you do not wish to die these words were different. Not an observation, nor a question. A command perhaps? But how could someone command another to not want to die. Yet Shabri was not just a normal someone else. With her vocals laced with pure icy silver, yet so sickly sweet at the same time. A command it was. Shabri was layering on her powers, testing this mares state of mind and mental power. It was all tests, for the moment
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 12, 2007 1:52:03 GMT -5
No movement was made as attempts at injuring the mare was given. It was quite hopeless. Nothing could make the mare's pain worse than it already was. When the command was given that she did not want to die she glared at the mare. "You can not command me to do a thing, you wretched fuck." She was maddened now. No other presence dared come towards her mind at the present moment as she just stood and glared at the mare, daring her to try and hurt her again. Her voice was filled with angrey hatred for just about anyone and everyone as well as everything. Her whole body was completely calm and relaxed as if she couldn't be in a better, more relaxing situation and she did not move at all.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 12, 2007 2:48:42 GMT -5
Well this was interesting. This wretched creature had a stronger mind then Shabri had first thought. Still, she would not go all out. Instead another layer was added to her vocals Ohhh but I can. I can command many. Legions or a simple mind. But you are no simplton are you Death. No, you have the potential to be something greater then a carcass wasting away to bleached bones in the middle of my desert. You want to be something more dont you Death another layer, the silver tongued wench with her sickly sweet tones. Even if this mare had a strong mind she would be able to feel a tug at her mind as Shabri attempted to control it. Though Shabri just wanted to test and 'convince' her, not take over her mind. Yet if Shabri didnt suceed this time, the darker mare would be able to at least feel her there, probing the holds. The dun mare stepped closer to the bloodies one. Another step. She came quick close, the only things to move was her black wrapped stilts
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 12, 2007 2:54:21 GMT -5
There was a tug at her mind and at first the vixen thought it was just another presence of someone long dead wanting to take over and make her do something to this wrteched mare. She blocked it, it was like a brick wall being thrown at it. She was able to do this only because she was accustomed to having to do it to drive away those that wanted to share her body because they didn't have their own anymore. She wondered whether this mare actually knew her name or whether she was just guessing or giving her a name. "You CAN NOT command me." Her vocals were now harsher than they had been and there was more anger in them but still no movement came from her bloodied bodice as she stood and stared at the mare.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 12, 2007 3:11:21 GMT -5
Smile of satisfaction grew upon the minx features. She would have to break this mare in more ways then one to get the results she wanted. Though she knew it would take longer to heal, she made the decision to take out the mare physically. With a snort, and movement like lightning, Shabri struck again, aiming for the injured leg with imortal power. Again and again she struck out aiming for the other mares injury. She was close enough for any strike to hit with pure force. The mental stuff could wait, for now she had to get her friend here to be concentrating on something other then blocking her out of her mind
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 12, 2007 3:18:56 GMT -5
Sharper pain shot through the mare's injured leg as the other mare lashed out at it. She had to lift it up off the ground as fresh blood poured out of the new wounds and the old ones that had already been there. She snorted but she did not move as she asked her question. "And what is this supposed to do?" She asked with no emotion in her voice at all as she just let the mare hit her injured leg with force. She let it move with the impact so that the bone would not shatter. She waited patiently for the mare to take out all her anger or to do what she wanted to do. The newly added pain and the dehydration with the hot sun beating down on her started making her see spots, her mind was starting to feel almost emtpy and it was strange. She forced herself to stay awake though and to not faint.
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 15, 2007 4:15:18 GMT -5
A pleasent smile curved itself upon her blackened lips. Her pools large and luminous, never left Death's face, her pools staring into the exhausted pools of the other. She could see her mind vacating behind those pools. There was a combination of factors contributing to this. One was due to Shabri. She did not let up either. It was a rythmic movement that took no effort on her behalf, each strike of her foredagger precise and dangerous. The force behind it did not slacken or increase, but remained consistend. It was a powerful blow each time, one that would cut deeper and deeper into the flesh, widen the wound and infect with the essence of illness. Shabri's own flint was tipped with crimson liquid. This did not seem to interest her as she kept up her movements, nothing else moving, her eyes intent on the other, the purple and silver swirling together to create an illusional effect. This time, Shabri packed a forcful punch of power behind her smooth, sweet layered voice. Her librums seemed not to move. Power pulsated from the queens impressive form as the words floated upon the air a moment before homing in on their prey. With swift force they would hit, cutting through anything and everything in their way to reach the mind of the victem. You would be happy to die a miserable death of a commoner. Come. Come to the forest. Regain your health and join the Queen. The Queen of all of Grisken. The immortal queen who can make you a somebody, somebody to go into history. Somebody to be respected, feared, looked up to. Your hearts desires open at your very word. Death Dealer, a fitting name. Do not let it vanish unheard of, unknown in the dunes of the desert. The Queen can help you, she wants to help you. She wants you. She senses the force within you, the force which could help make you into a horse of might. One to aid the campaign of power........... the last words faded into nothingness as Shabri stood as motionless as before, her looks slightly wolfish yet her pleasent grin still set upon her features. If the mare did not agree, Shabri would have to make sure her life ended with nothing, in the depths of her desert. The queen had revealed much too much to a commoner. It would be dangerous if anyone else got wind of her intentions. Her meddling brother would find out soon enough by himself. He did not have to have any help from anyone else. Shabri had no wish for an encounter with her dam. As for her other brother. It would not do well for the dark palomino to know of her thoughts, plans and plots. Though they shared the gold in their coats, they could not be more different in thoughts and oppinions. The good king with his pansy ways and froliking in the meadow with the bunnies attitude disgusted the Grisken Queen. Her appearence had not changed, and there was no sign that otehrs could read indicating that she was lost in thought. It had not lasted long anyways. Soon she was back to herself and still staring at the other with her wolfish looks and her foredagger still striking out against Death's leg. The words were still replaying in a semi-whisper and pushing against the mare's mind. Forcing its way through to the deepest parts. Convincing, sweet, understanding, suducive, inviting, mocking. Anything to break down her barriers and get inside
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 15, 2007 4:43:58 GMT -5
Death could feel something trying to enter her mind, she tried to block it but she couldn't. She heard the words but yet she did not hear them, all her senses had numbed but her world had not quite gone numb yet. Her stubborn nature kept all this from happening too quickly and without too much of a fight. She started to feel as if she should live, as if she had a reason to live but yet she didn't know why or how this change of mind had happened. Both her mind and her body rejected this type of thinking but some trace of it still remained. Her senses sharpened with a new force as she drew back from the mare's unresentful attacking of her leg. She half reared and lashed out with her good forleg at the mare but not really meaning to do damage, just to warn her that she had grown tired of this and that it was getting to be quite a boring experience. She no longer wished to die but she still did not really care whether she did or not. She wanted to leave her mark on anyone that got anywhere near her though and that was quite a strange thing but a pleasing thing as well. Maybe she should start with this mare that was injuring her so... Death decided not to as she came back down to earth and then moved back before turning around and starting to walk away from the mare in the opposite direction from where they had been going before. She was going in the right direction this time, towards shelter and water, away from the endless sand and the hot sun that beat down on her dark hide with fury that could not be denied. She snorted, fury in her eyes as she walked on three legs, unable to use the fourth because of the pain. It wasn't broken though but the cut was deep and she left a trail or blood where ever she went, the wound was bleeding quite a lot and had she not had such a strong will and had she not been so stubborn she would have blacked out and not known what was happening around her. And had that happened the mare that she did not know as the Grisken Queen would have been able to invade her mind completely and everything would have been different than what it was now. That would not have been such a good thing either for bad things could and would happen if her mind had been altered too much. She did not even glance backwards at the mare as she kept going in the direction that she guessed was the right direction. She also hoped that it was for she couldn't go for too much longer before the dehydration would become too much or before her lack of rest would become too much as well and she would have to sleep or at least rest her three good legs. Each of them now had to carry an extra amount of weight, unbalancing her greatly and making it harder for her to travel succesfully at the same speed. She kept slowing down a bit but then she would just force herself to go faster, she needed to get to water and she wanted to get away from this mare. Maybe later she would meet up with the mare again and then she could leave her mark but right now she needed to nurse her injured leg and right now she had to make sure that no infection that was too big would set in. She knew how to keep a wound clean so that it would heal better and faster and now she had to make sure that her leg would heal or she would be completely fucked. She wouldn't be able to do anything with only three legs, it would become too much and she would end up getting killed bu some horse that didn't really like her particularly well. And she could think of quite a few of those.
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Post by iceheart on Aug 24, 2007 23:17:45 GMT -5
As quick as lightning and with a pelt almost black,the dark king Shetan.He reared up."Lo faes."He hissed looking at the mares.His orbs glowed an unnatural red as his ord laid upon Death."And who would you be?"He asked his voice hash,commanding power.He reared up expressing his freedom.His bodice was huge larger then either of the vixens.He shook his banner before resting his peirceing red gaze on Death.((Museless))
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Sept 14, 2007 19:46:51 GMT -5
Shabri watched quietly and calmly as the mare lost her temper slightly. She did not move as the other mare hobbled off but as soon as she was some distance off, a large grin lifted her blackened librums. She watched as Death Dealer hobbled over the dunes and into the distance a long moment before she herself moved. Charred stilts blurred into action as the Queen launched herself into animation. It was true that the mare was going the right way yet Shabri would get their quicker. As she climbed a large dune, the dun vixen looked out over her desert, watching the other mares progress. She wasn’t getting very far with her three legs. Shabri let out a small chime of laughter and a strange thought crossed her mind. Looking down at her own powerful, slender limbs she wondered how difficult it was using three legs. The mare considered trying it but banished the thought as quickly as it came, scolding herself for such a foolish though. She was a queen, and such silly little ideas were a waste of time. Laughing at herself the Grisken queen bolted off towards her dark forest
Ancient beings, reaching upwards towards the sky, even blotting out the sun. The air was cool and smelt strongly of vegetation. Through the branches and vines came a vixen pushing with all her force. The surrounding forest recognized its Queen yet it gave way to none. That is the way she had trained them. Her forest was her pride and joy, a place where she was truly Queen of all. Each and every organism within the boarders of the thick greenery was a living thing. Shabri could hear them, talk with them. Her king also enjoyed her forest yet he could not hear the voices that whispered in the dark. He did not feel each and every voice, every presence. Not like she did. Her forest was a unique one. While others got thicker and became denser the deeper you got, this one started out as thick as it could get. The great trees hugged each other tightly, only separating in random places where one could slide through. Each and every space was known to the queen. Thick scrubs entangled her pillars yet she calmly stepped from them. Her thoughts wandered from the forest to that other mare, Death Dealer. Mug wrinkled with amusement. That minx was going in the right direction, true enough. Yet what she didn’t know was that there would be no water waiting for her. The stream was on the other side of the forest. Too far to reach with a lame leg and a thirst to die from. No, no, no. This other would have to enter Shabri’s forest. To where the stream ended in a cool, deep pool. Death Dealer would be able to smell the gloriously cold liquid. That is where the games would begin.
The forest was now starting to thin out and the queen could stride along without being deterred by the winding vines. It was nearly open, though the trees cut out the sky and sun so it was a gloomy light. No grass could grow. In its place was spongy moss. Shabri could feel it beneath her hooves and delighted in the feeling. She kept walking, running over many things floating inside her cranium. Further and further in she traveled. So lost in thought that it seemed she did not notice the dark figure fall in beside her. Shabri remained silent and the large, grey and black wolf that had fallen in to prowl beside her looked up with a gaze of uncertainty. My Lady? His rough voice gargled forward with hard placed courtesy. He was leader of the forest pack yet he was one of the Grisken queen’s loyalist subjects. No one knew of her connection with the creatures of her realm yet she had a strong bond with the wolves. They shared her cunning nature, and pleasure of bloodlust. She respected and loved them and they returned her feelings with added loyalty and service. Her deep purple optics slid to the canine beside her and her skull was nodded once I have a task for you Morgal. There will be soon another in this forest. No, not the king. Another mare. Been in the wars a bit she has. You will be able to keep track of her easily, with all the blood she is carrying upon her coat The wolf nodded and bared his fangs in a grimace of anticipation. The dun mare saw it and shook her head No. Do not kill her. I want only you, and you will stay with me. We will wait for her at the pool. She will drink and perhaps bathe her leg. We will wait. Then the real testing will begin Ignoring the wolf’s puzzled glance she continued on to the pools, picking up her pace to a smooth trot. Soon enough, they reached the ring of trees and shrubs that guarded the pool. They were not as big as the outside trees, yet they cut off the outreaching branches of the others so small spares of light could filter through. Hardly anything at all, and not enough for grass to grow. There was other edible plants around though and in the center, the pool. Shabri stopped to look at it. It was only a circle, set in the middle of the large circle. This was a special place. It did not hold any real magical value but the pool was just enough to capture either the sun or the moon when either was overhead. It was also very deep. Though, it was not big enough to hold a full grown horse so it was difficult to drown in. There was no danger of Death Dealer drowning. Only recovering. He queen smiled before indicating to Morgal and they both faded into the thick, dark vegetation some distance away from the pool. Both had a clear view and both had their scents covered by the smell of the vegetation that concealed them completely. All they had to do was wait
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x..Vilifier..x
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Sept 18, 2007 4:23:59 GMT -5
Fuck this! I hate this forest that I'm in. It's so frustrating with its walls of trees! The blood covered mynx moved through the forest, reaching dead ends time after time but not giving up and not letting her mind go blank. She was stubbron and she could smell water. All she needed to do was get to it. But how? Snort excaped her but made her groan, it had been too much of an effort and she was already lightheaded and dehydrated enough to pass out right where she was now. She forced herself to stop and wait for a moment, to try and get herself back under control. Her temped had been lost with the other mare and this forest with its trees were making her even more mad. She could smell the water and it came from right in front of her but the trees blocked her way.
I need to get to water! And fast! Her temper flared again and she reared, striking out at the tree in front of her with her good leg. Being careful not to give in to the temptation to strike out with the other leg as well. She knew that it would break if she did. She came back down, her coat full of dust now as well as the sweat and blood. She was getting way too frustrated now and she didn't like it. It was just getting too much for her. She breathed in deeply and the smell of the water filled her nares, making her groan again. She needed to get to the water and she needed to get there fast. She turned to look around her and soon saw a gap in the trees, it was small but she was sure that she could make herself fit through it.
There! There, I can get through! Water! She almost bolted towards it but as soon as she put weight on her leg a scream of shere pain excaped her maw. Fresh blood started to ooze from the wound, making it throb again and harder than it had before. She saw a mixture of red and black before her as she started to hobble slowly towards the gap, being really careful not to step on her injured leg again. It was making the other legs hurt as well and it made her even more lightheaded. Her vision had faded completely now but she had reached the gap and gotten through it before it faded completely and she couldn't see. The smell of water drew her towards it and she knew which way to go, she almost fell into the pool of water before she knew that she had reached it but stopped herself just in time.
Water! Water! Drink! Need! Ouch! Pain! Her mind was almost completely blank now. She fel to the ground next to the pool, her maw near the water's edge but not quite there. She stretched her neck to drink but it was hard, she could barely reach the water but she made sure to get a good drink before pulling her maw back. Her nares flared as she took in breaths to try and keep herself awake, she had the feeling that she wasn't alone but she couldn't tell. Something wasn't right. She stayed awake but everything was black now, she couldn't see and she couldn't get up, she could barely move!
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Sept 25, 2007 7:34:59 GMT -5
Morgal shifted slightly as the clear scent of fresh blood filled his sense. A warning look from the Queen yet she too was moved by the tantalizing scent. Nares were widened to take it in. When the other mare came into view, cold and cruel orbs locked onto her shattered form. So far so good. Death Dealer had been lured by the water. Shabri watched carefully. Somewhere she felt the presence of her king yet she was too wrapped up with her current plan. The excitment coarsed through her entire body as she watched each and every move that the mare made. When Death let loose her scream, Shabri closed her eyes in bliss. The agonizing scream with the strong scent of blood was something the royal lady relished. Probing gently but not enough to be detected, Shabri checked the webs of the minds around her. Morgal was eager and his mind was in a frenzy, trying to figure out his Queens plans and holding himself back from leaping upon this easy prey to wondering about his welbeing of his pack and family. Shabri smiled to herself before optics narrowed with cunning. Death Dealers mind was something to touch. It was a mere blur yet Shabri sensed that there was a caving of the walls that had once surly been secured around this mares brain. Time to act. Like a tsunami crashing down upon everything in its path, her mind power forced itself down upon the other mares mind. Death Dealer would definatly feel her there this time. It would be impossible to to remove her but it might be possible to fight her. This is what Shabri was hoping to find out. Though, she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Switching her steely gave to her canine companion Shabri hit him with her plan. Morgal yelped with the pain of the sudden impact of the mental package but had leapt into immediate action. He emerged from the hideaway with a menacing growl and with his bright gaze locked on the equine. He circled, making snapping noises with his jaw and adding plenty of growls while the Grisken Queen bombed Death Dealers brain with her mental demolishion ball
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