~*B.Loody MarMalade*~ {Sky}

[FireFlyDragon]

Shattered
For what will never be...


Shattered gave a warning flick of an aud at Sky’s reaction, though he doubted she would head him. He kept his gaze still level with Resheph’s as she stalked off somewhere, thankfully not saying anything more, now at least. Resheph though, let slip from his maw lyrics holding back anger, and Shattered answered them with an unwavering voice, his words still in that same, emotionless voice though intense in their own way. “I have authority over you, and everyone else who sets dagger upon this land” He hissed quietly, orbs motionless. Silks trembled, flames ready to sprout like new growth in spring, though Shattered held back, still having more to say. “I’ am Shattered. King” Was what he merely added though, the nearby air seeming to crackle with withheld energy.

But before his own, flame once again erupted from the already sparking air, twisting violently behind Resheph’s hindquarters, enveloping his silk in orange fangs. The bender being Sky. Typical. The dun mare had returned to them, though standing a little ways away, Shattered’s gaze didn’t even flinch, he was more or less ignoring her now, her cocky words meaningless in his state. Though he did notice she didn’t walk off like usual, was she interested to how this would turn out? Well to tell you the truth so was Shattered, sure he had practiced but hadn’t fought for a while. If it did unravel to a battle he knew he’d be rusty, he’d just have to be careful.

He breathed deeply through widened nares, expelling smoke once more in a rush of cloud. Creamy silk tinged with deep scarlet, needle tips of flame flowing over seemingly untouched pelt, unruffled, smooth. Everything was heightened now, the sounds of tiny crackles of air alit, smell of tinged smoke like spice. His sight, sharper then even it seemed, as his gaze. It bored into the other brute, as if nothing could revert their intense stare.

[/blockquote]

[Random]

[&]Anger had subsided momentarily from the confrontational stag, though harks told different tales as they pinned themselves tightly against his battered skull. Her words were only teases, nothing to get upset about. Being called worthless wasn’t something new and he wasn’t about to kill and ruin this devious day over something so stupid. He merely shrugged it off as if it were an everyday occurrence, which most likely it was. Only the naïve ones were pleasant to him, the others took their stand against him in their various ways. But the fea’s last few words were what really caught Resheph’s attention, making him resume his stance closer to her. Though she only ignored him as if he were an annoying fly and went off to lie underneath a tree. The nerve. But before she could rest in any peaceful state he called out one more verse. “I can tell you all about myself if you’d like, dearie,” he retorted, enunciating his last word to imitate hers in pure mockery.

[&]Things were going so fast that he barely had time to even think before the bothersome stag decided to speak again. His words were only threats in Resheph’s sensitive harks and no sooner did he utter those words then trained pistons strode swiftly over to where he so proudly stood. Muscles clenched in anger and whole towering body started to quiver, though somehow he still managed to keep his cool when replying. “King you may be, as with having power over that weak wench over there,” he started, words spoken as if dripped in the King’s own blood. He momentarily halted speech so he could flip his cranium in the direction of where the mare lay before resuming vile lyrics. “But nobody can control me, and if you would like to try go right ahead. I dare you,” he spoke furiously, ending his verse with engulfing himself in flame. He backstepped once pace, leaving enough room for Shattered to attack but not enough to give the impression of backing down. Oh no, quite the opposite. He was taunting him, hoping, even wishing for him to make the first move. For even though he hadn’t planned to spill blood today, he wasn’t about to let such a good opportunity go to waste. He was riding on a very thin line, all amusing tones and jokes completely lost. The beast had awoken, and he didn’t really like authority figures.

[&]No sooner had anger emerged again then a powerful ball of flame rushed past his hindquarters taking him by surprise, something that didn’t sit too well with him. Serpentine whipped around, whole frame quickly following to set sights on the attacker. It was only the pesky vix though, and she was even a less threat then this King. He merely set harsh blackened pools on her, orbs so stern they would like to pierce right through her tawny skull. “Do not mess with me,” he spat, each word let out separately to convey the anger that was swiftly consuming him. Skull jolted forward, jowls opening to revel greedy ivories that lusted for her flesh though they found none as he intentionally snapped at air. With this rush of rage he started to consider why in fact he was even holding himself back, he could easily take on them both even if this one did consider himself a King. Though then memories of the last King he had encountered entered his cranium, the one so easily killed yet left his permanent reminder in the form of a scar on his forehead. Because if you killed the King you were expected to take his place, and that was not fun. In addition he wouldn’t have anyone to taunt anymore, and that he would surely grow bored of rather quickly. So with a dramatic huff he let his flames die out, leaving them only burning on his cords and daggers, a small warning so to not anger him anymore then he already was. Then again...who said he had to kill them? Merely maim them or some other type of non-lethal injury would bring him satisfaction without any of the later repercussions. What a marvelous idea.

[FireFlyDragon]

Shattered
For what will never be...


Silence slipped from his closed maw, orbs narrowed to dangerous slits as the hellion thrashed about in his rage, spewing drenched lyrics. He was being underestimated, something he rather enjoyed. It made the look of surprise or rage when defeated so much sweeter. Auds pinned to his bald crown, fire boiling within he raised a dagger, flame replacing air as it lifted, as if he was ripping it from the earth‘s core. The challenger burst into twisting, furious heat, much like Shattered imagined his insides would look like if he was to be spilt in half. Cautious orbs still rested upon his heated frame, the air crackling furiously with the thrashing forces.

Flame spilt about his daggers, his first touching down lightly upon ashen ground, thick, bubbling flames scouring up his steady pillars with silken ease. Slipping over him with grace to contort his original body into a mass of swirling, screeching heat. It raged in his control, flames more like molten liquid then anything else, it bubbled and spat, as if taunting the enemy, screeching a battle cry. Shattered threw back his head, weight shifted to his back pillars as his body was carried into the air a ways, though not in a full out rear, that would be to dangerous in battle, to stupid. Daggers sliced through the eclectrifying heat as a team, once, twice, before retreating back towards earth with a defining blow.

At his landing the flames burnt with an even greater intensity, as if trying to please their master, completely dominant to his thoughts and wishes. Nares widened, orbs burning with blue flame and possibly murderous intent. At the hellion’s change of prey he let out a faint hiss, his encased silk flipping across trembling stalks. Heat flashed through the ground, a wall of flame broke out between Sky and Resheph, its trembling fingers reaching for the hellion’s outstretched maw. “I’ am your opponent.” He snarled, crown held in a low gesture, maw opened to bare his ivory fangs like an annoyed serpent. “Ignore the mare, if you want a fight then I will be the one to give it to you.” the wall died to burning embers, though still flickering with possibilities.

He shot a look at Sky, orbs churning with a look that ordered her to not to interfere. Though it seems it wasn’t needed as the challenger gave a dramatised breath, his flames dieing to mere flickers of light. A warning, like Shattered gave a shit about a warning now. He raised his crown once again, orbs defiant as his own power faded away, though much more slowly, he wasn’t bringing down his guard along with his flames, and he wanted to make sure this Resheph under stood that.

Flames slipped from his silks, hitting the ground with a sizzling splat, though the flora had long been burnt around his daggers. Among other places small amounts of liquid heat where slipping from his splattered bod, like blood from a thorn prick they welled and then dribbled across his pelt like water. His back silk swiped the air, sending droplets of churning flames from ever boiling heat as the silence dragged on, patience was short, but he would live with it. And yet the idea of burning the pelt off this one was highly considered, the thought crossing his mind more then once.

[♫ §kY ☼]

The nerve... Sky thought darkly. This stallion was in for a run for his money. She severely wanted to see whether he could put his power where his mouth was, but it could wait. Afterall, there was suddenly a wall of flame between her and the bay. She looked at Shattered and his eyes told her to back off. With an irritated toss of her head, she stepped back. Her ears laid back showing even more discomfort at the current situation, but she did back down.

Unfortunately, doing this made Sky want to get as far away from the king as she could. He had just stepped in to stop a fight. Pissed is an understatement. She listened to the king speak. Well, she listened to him say to ignore her. The flame in her eyes burned brighter. Damnit! He's not as naive as I thought... Shattered had just shot her the look clearly holding her in place. Another step back, and the mare was furious. Suddenly she saw that the flames had died down to near nothingness. She immediately took the oppertunity.

"Boys...boys," she gingerly stepped between them, some of her anger dying as she looked them both in the eyes. "Before this show of masculinity..." She glanced from one to the other again, showing a calm and collected side that most horses never saw. There was no games here. She was not just being a bitch. She was actually calming a stressful situation. "This is niether the time nor place for this particular fight. Shattered, you're right to answer a challenge, but not here. Resheph, the challenge was misplaced, but I can understand why." Slowly, her gaze continued to move back and forth between the stallions. Both were hostile. Hostile to the point that they could probably kill each other on the spot.

Something in the back of Sky's mind told her not to allow that to happen. Now was just not the right time. She figured that eventually it would come to blows between them, but Shattered far outdid the stranger in maturity. Ebony whipcord lashed at the side of her pelt. In no way did she appear weak at this moment. This was a pony-sized mare standing between two much bigger stallions. Her pause grew in length as she tried to think of something...anything...to get the thoughts on something else. She flicked her tail again. Being in season was so annoying.

[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Random]

[&]Flames licked at the wrathful beasts hocks, desirous fingers endeavoring to snake up his tensed pillars and spread its reach to the entire mass of his bod. Though Resheph kept it skillfully under control, ever aware of its attempts to consume him in its firey rage. For his fire always yearned for the chance to show its nature as a jealous bitch of nature’s creation. It didn’t matter who or what it consumed, along as it resulted in utter destruction. It took a powerful mind to control its passion for flesh, and the stag that kept it so easily at bay was from a stupid one. Underneath his imposing figure and haughty persona you would find an intelligent being, one capable of realizing his actions were far from mature and rather childish at times. But his mentality didn’t allow for such a puny thing as logic to interfere with his rather prominent personality, and that included not really giving a shit about what others thought.

[&]The only thing he cared about was himself, and unfortunately even his own self frequently got in the way of his intentions and actions. For instance at this particular moment, the thought of bursting the entire surrounding area in bright flames was a very appealing idea. Illogical perhaps, as was unwise and the only thing that saved all of their skins was the fact he was still struggling internally on how to deal with the current situation. Burning everyone alive would work if they weren’t also of fire nature, and he would have to assume for now that the King’s power was great. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew it probably was. So there goes that plan. Another thrash of his deranged cords signified his irritation.

[&]Only a few moments had passed since he spoke his taunt, and locked abysses had yet to detect anything but subtle rage radiating from the King. A few sprouts of flame appeared here and there, though they were but insignificant details. As was his, though that was beside the point. The only thing he was looking out for was a possible surprise attack, and he didn’t expect it from this calm stag. He didn’t seem to be the type that acted on impulse, rather thinking things out through and through. Now the bitch on the other hand, regrettably enough she would be the one to look out for. Though he wouldn’t be able to take much more of her without acting out again, this time surely something that would result in injury. Her presence was only a pest, her stench having murderous intent on his nares constantly trying to waver his much needed attention. Thankfully he had much experience in this department and successfully ignored it, for now.

[&]Thoughts were adverted by the sudden movement of the King; daggers slicing noiselessly through the crackling air as a sudden wall of flame appeared between him and the femora. Chuckle emitted itself from his smirking maw, his skull slowly shaking in comic disbelief. He hadn’t even touched the wench, no matter the amount of huch he desired to. The only thing that kept his attention on the stag was the thought that he’d have her later if things went the way it should. Tuned harks carefully caught the utterance of this newly alive brute declaring himself his rival, and he actually considered it for a moment before bursting out in full blown laughter. This was no subtle snicker or cackle, he literally let himself envelop in full blown laughter right in his face, even taking a dangerous step forward to take the effect to another level. “Really? I would have never thought,” He managed to convey through spoken words in between a bout of cachinnation. Though beneath his chortling anger welled up, violently trying to battle its way to his surface.

[&]“You are sadly mistaken, I wouldn’t waste my time battling this fae. She has much better uses,” he spoke with wicked grin spreading wildly as he purposely shifted his bulk to the point that it rubbed against her heated hide. Of course her stench excited him, sending signals to his brain that no stallion could resist. He just had the self restraint to not rape her the moment he saw her, and to keep the games alive as long as possible. Even if this meant she got away this time, and the next. For eventually he would satisfy his urges, and that was the only thought that he needed. For now he got his pleasure taunting her, something that almost rivaled the act itself. She surprised him as she bravely stepped between him and the King, her King, his King? But she only did so to postpone the seemingly imminent battle. Little did she know that he had already decided against starting a war with this stag for the moment. Though he could see how she would have thought differently, as he still stood imposingly near the brute with coal hued eyes slanting downward to stare daggers into his skull, fire still dancing upon various parts of his bod.

[&]Deciding now would be a good time for his own words he prepared himself for speech. “As for our battle, it’s completely up to you. I am merely letting you know I accept orders from no-one, and if you feel threatened by that I will eagerly relieve you of your life,” he replied to Shattered, voice starting out oddly calm with a hint of joyous ring to it. Though by middle of sentence it quickly switched to savage words practically spat to his opponent and with last word hissed in contempt. The beast was awakening, though he swiftly pushed it beneath his mask of indifference. For once in his bloodied years of six he actually was fighting to stay in character. His true persona shining through but mixing with his current chosen act so much he found it difficult to separate. Was it possible to permanently adept a different personality? He could ponder this and similar for hours if he had the time to spread his wings in confusion, though for now he would have to do with just pushing through his limits and acting however the hell he wanted even if it confused the shit out of his audience.

OoC||Sorry it's so long, but it took a couple paragraphs to get back in the grove and then I got...inspired xD. Wah so sue me! lol.

[♫ §kY ☼]

Sky stayed between them for what felt like a long time. It annoyed her to no end that she was basically being ignored, but at least she was being useful. Blue orbs continued flicking back and forth between two great stallions. It was taking most of her concentration but slowly all the flame around the three of them died, leaving only the ashen remains of what was once alive. She heard the new stallion speak once, twice. Her pride roared in pain.

"I'm not a toy, dear stallion," she whispered to him. Her eyes held a spark of her former anger, but her words showed only promise. A promise to him that her honor would not accept his bash to her status like that. His browned hide touched her side and she ignored the urge to shiver. He was basically letting her know that he could get rid of that nagging to foal. It was the most annoying thing she'd ever endured and she had to twice a year. She'd lost count of the times she'd gone through this, and every time was the same as the last.

"There's no need for death here," she said. "Not many things can be worked out through words, and violence solves everthing. But let's have this particular fight at a better place and time. This isn't it..." She took a step back, away from the touch of the gamma stag. Turning on a dagger, she slowly walked away. She wasn't going to walk far, just out of range of those hooves and ivories. If she was called back it would bug her, but she wouldn't complain...much.

[FireFlyDragon]

Shattered
For what will never be...


Overall the only thing Shattered wanted to do was keep silent. He didn’t feel like talking to such equine as Resheph and Sky but he had to do a lot of things he would rather not. Sky’s rather calmed tones surprised him though only a flick of creamy silks acknowledged this. “Indeed” was all he murmured, though flames still spilt from him, he might not want to fight but this brute might have other intentions. Though this seemed unlikely as he merely burst into laughter, lyrics somehow slipping from his tangle of chaotic cries. Shattered remained motionless, not really seeing the humor, though he wasn’t one to care about such a thing. Though at his last line his auds snapped back, his orbs narrowing dangerously. “Equines are not to be used by another” He whispered, though barely contained fury threatened to flash upon him. That really pissed him off, thinking other could merely be used then tossed aside, or even just kept for other’s own, twisted uses.

He fought the urge to merely explode and try to pummel his opponent, though it took quite a lot of self restraint on his part. Thankfully he was quite experienced at wearing a mask so most likely the others wouldn’t notice, hopefully. “I don’t care whether we fight or not, Resheph” he breathed, nares expelling a cloud of heated smoke. “But I doubt one such of yourself could take life from my body.” A small smile slipped upon his maw, amused by his attempts to hold himself together, not to let the beast out, witch Shattered had imagined lay dormant within him. “Well then, if your done with your speech I would enjoy it if you returned to gamma land” He tossed his head, auds still pinned upon his snowy crown. Silk fluttered gracefully back to his frame, flame now sizzling ambers upon his pelt.

His gaze drifted briefly to Sky as her own lyrics lit the air, still with that strangely calm tone. Shattered had to admit that he liked that voice much more then her usual knife edged words, though he doubted she would ever address him like that unless in a situation like this, where her safety was also in danger. He almost allowed himself to sigh, almost. “Sky, leave if you wish, I myself I’m returning to my own place” Orbs returned to the scarred form of Resheph. Depths churning with unreadable expression, though I doubt you should stay to figure it out.

[Random]

[&]A long stretch of time has passed before one of the three spoke, and surprisingly he found it was the nameless whore. Oddly enough he wasn’t even bothered he hadn’t been able to catch her name, all that mattered is she surely knew his. Not that this mattered as her verses were only lost to the brewing wind, his cranium not even wasting the time to sort them out. It was only her feelings on the matter, and he didn’t give a damn about her feelings. Before witty remark could be spewed from his proud mug, she decided to speak yet again. Rehashing already used words about how violence could wait until another time, blah blah blah. He was already past that loves, get with the times here. Unfortunately she then moved away from his reach, but not from her words. And as the King only merely agreed with her nonsense she spewed from her maw, and threatened him with subtle body language at his previous crude words he decided now was the time to speak again.


[&]“Keep telling yourselves that,” he replied loudly enough for the wench to hear from her hiding place with a soft chuckle and a wink in her direction. It would be hard to convince this ruthless hellion that mares were more then just a stallion’s sex toys, because that is what he thoroughly thought and really nothing would change these feelings. Maybe one wench in the future could earn his respect for being an equal, but still he’d view the majority in the same way as always. He could see how most equines didn’t think the same way as he, but that just made him feel ever the more special. Now feelings of superiority came crashing down as the deficient King decided to continue on with words concerning his already discarded offer to battle. Though his sharp taunt followed by command entered his inattentive auditiores, making them perk curiously and charcoaled optics stray from the distant fae they gazed off and back to the hessian.


[&]“Think what you like, King, but I don’t live to please you,” the hulking mass spat, anger intertwined in his voice but otherwise not showing in his body language. Truthfully he wasn’t all that hurt, he just added that little touch to his tone to sound more threatening then he truly was feeling. Right now the stag was merely an obstacle to overcome, an indifferent being. No more energy needed to be wasted on him, and so as he turned his back on him Resheph did the same. Ebonite pistons carrying him faithfully away from his presence at a swift trot, though they didn’t turn in the direction of Verbrannt. Contradictorily, they glided suavely carried him over to the whore that all observing whore. Maybe she would prove more interesting then that the King who clearly didn’t deserve his rank.

[taybay]

Now where was that god-forsaken wench when he most indeed needed her.? OK, he didn't really need her, but he was indeed displeased into how she had disappeared from his side in a moment of distraction on the Patriarchs part. She better d**n be in the confides of the Fire realm if not in Tristeza or someone would have their blood split from the powerful Patriarch. He was infuriated that she had gone against her captors wishes and ventured from the confides her own trap. It set the monarch seething, and she would probably be chastised despite if he found her within the perimeter of the fire domain or not.

Movements across the charred topography were suave and well-implied as the ebonite King meandered down the path that led into the main kingdom from his beta positioned herd. Belfry hung royally on the pole it inhabited as sienna poles maintained that deadened and shallow look that implied not only an cold nature but also an impassiveness for the beings around him. It wasn't a facade either - which was what disgusted and terrified most to begin with. Was that they were dealing with the real thing right then and there. It was something rarely seen, but it was there. Many fire beings beheld the same air as the stallion too inhabited.

Arching limbs only ventured him further into the charred remnants of once was a beautiful path of flora - now deadened to all but musky stalks of primitive wood that reeked of the smell of smoke. Much like his own domain - but the lushness there was much more distinguished than the normal visiting grounds. Which by the sound of two impassive yet challenging bass's and one ever-familiar soprano pierced the flesh of his tympanums, someone had come onto the terrain or one member was fighting with an opposing force. At the very least he knew Sky was in the middle of it all - the trouble making whore she was. Seeming to shake his lantern in disgust; appendages accelerated into an three-beat staccato to wards the rash group as tassels thrummed against his shank in the most in-time metronome the Earth could have graced him.

As his approach was made known 'brow' rose as he distinguished an unknown being and the King of the entire realm. His lord, in all honesty. Although he disposed no over respect onto the lord - he wasn't going to brown-nose the overlord when he had nothing genuine to compliment him about. He merely knew his calling was of shattered and nothing else, what could the beta say anyways? Ah. Sky, seems I have found you, darling. Only she would know the displeasure he was exerting as he raked his ivories across her spinal cord. Shooting a glance to the intruding member of almost a warning - but the cool glance won out as he worked along her neckline to almost say this will be decided between the two of us later. Roses erected from their coffins on the Knight's bonce as attention momentarily adverted from the stealthy slink that ran so close as to brush along the length of his maiden to the overlord. Hello Shattered, sorry for my interruption. I was just looking for this dove. He had come to claim back and tie down to his own domain as he shot the maiden a warning glance before merely skimming over Respehph as if he were merely a pest 'pon his expanse of sheened hide.





Music: already gone - sugarland
Muse: pretty damn good
Notes: hope you dont mind art interupting. ^^
Words: 634

[♫ §kY ☼]

Sky had only walked a few lengths from the two stags before turning around. She cought the wink from Resheph, and he was sure to catch her icy stare. No stallion was going to make her go through all that again. Art was enough, thanks. Speaking of which...she was probably going to be in trouble when she turned back up in the beta lands. The mare would've loved to kick his skull in, but she wasn't so unobservant or ignorant enough to believe she had the physical ability. The stallion towered over her small frame.

Her gaze softened as her cranium turned back to the king. It appeared as if Sky and Shattered had reached an understanding of each other. He was not ordering her to do anything, but she felt compelled to follow his wishes all the same. She blinked once, twice. The spirited buckskin had several choices right now. Ebony whip lashed at her sides, dispelling those annoying little insects that plagued all mamals. It seemed like several minutes, but the time that had passed was maybe a full five seconds. Her tone calm, respectful, true, she spoke, "Thankyou, Shattered. Travel safe, sire." Her proud head and neck actually bowed ever so slightly. It was more of an acknowledgement that he had spoken to her than it was a bow. She'd never do that, unless...

Her head shot up as the scent of another stallion caught her senses. Immediately, she was on full alert. Her eyes widened in fear and tall auds laid back. She knew that scent better than her own. Art... the thought sent a shiver down her spine. Her theory was only proven when he came into view. She shut her eyes and her head automatically lowered in submission as he spoke to her. Trying to supress a visible shudder, and failing miserably, Sky managed to keep still as his maw traced her spine.

There's gonna be hell to pay later, she knew it. She was positive he was telling her that. Something else she was positive of was that he wanted absolutely no attitude or any of her usual words. She noticed how he stayed so close as to touch her and she had to put forth effort to not step away from the ruthless stallion. It killed her to know that Resheph and Shattered could see her as a submissive fae, but what could she do about it? She looked at her lead. "Forgive me, Art...I meant no harm." The beta stallion would be able to see it immediately, she was scared shitless, but maybe the other two wouldn't realize it.

[Random]

[&]No attention was even being given to this King by the ruthless fire stag of Verbrannt, even if more words were spilt to him in his direction twin spires would not pick them up. Concentration had swiftly transferred back over to the vix, just as quickly as it had before. Unfortunately for himself there was barely a moment of alone time for them before the scent of another hessian sent them both into an uproar. For Resheph it was for the fact he was getting sick and tired of meeting these stallions of royalty. The King definitely didn’t deserve his spot, with his unwise spewing of complete shit. If blood wasn’t to be spilt today by his own daggers, then all he wanted was to play some games with a mare or two. Was that so hard to ask for? He surely didn’t think so, and as the brute so rudely interrupted his planned meeting of this potential whore, abysses glazed over in pure, undefiled, hatred.


[&]The ess on the other hand, seemed to be upset at his appearance for an entirely different reason. Frantic and inescapable alertness flooded through her visibly, then when his long strides brought him oh so suavely over she shamefully slipped into full blown submission. Something that was the complete opposite persona she had shown earlier. Then the way the hellion grazed his ivories across her fuscous hide, acting like they were two lovers was so utterly repulsing. Of course if it was him that was doing the seduction and foolery he would be all for it. But seeing another take away his current plaything-even if she didn’t know it yet-just pulled the wrong string in the already strained emotions of the mahogany stud. Not to even mention the way he didn’t even size him up as if he were an worthy opponent or even thought. Just one insufficient glance was taken, and then he was ignored as if a foal.


[&]“Excuse me for interrupting your lovely reunion,” he spat, lyrics seething with sarcasm and forced outward for intruding charger to hear impeccably, optics staring at him with inescapable enmity. His sudden hatred might seem nonsensical to some, after all in some ways he was quite like himself. Though his anger was very much in place, for although the same exact words the stag spewed were right in his eyes, he wanted to be that one. He wanted to be the one to force fear into the wench’s rebellious eyes, he wanted others to cower beneath him. He definitely had the skill if he wanted to show that side of himself, he just had such a hard time finding the mares that hid so well from him. Nevertheless attention was shifted back to the two when he decided to shed more verses. “But you’ve haven’t left me with nearly enough time to experience the full…potential of this beauty,” he said with a low cackle, though carefully shooting a glance to the vix as he purred his last words. Though not even another glimmer of gaze was sent again toward the fae, for she was barely worth it at this point of time-unless to taunt of course. His full focus was on this despicable stag he so wanted to light aflame.

[Not proud of this post...but....it's a post xD-sigh-]

[FireFlyDragon]

Shattered
For what will never be...


Silence. That’s about all that came from Shattered’s maw. Personally he found nothing to say to the vulgar stallion before him, the one deemed Resheph. Anger spewed from his lyrics, unfiltered at this point though is bod was held ever so tightly in check. His gaze drifted from the defiant hellion as Sky once again spoke, her quiet and uncharacteristic tone startled him. But she seemed to be full of strange and new possibilities today. He merely gave her a thankful glance, though she might not know the reason for his happyness at all. He really had no reason for it either, it was just rewarding to not hear a sharpened lyric from her maw that was directed at him.

At this time he turned to leave, thinking all was well and he wasn’t needed. The cushioned footfalls that vibrated through his auds told him otherwise. Resheph was nearing Sky, and Shattered doubted he just wanted to talk. Auds pined back with lightning speed and he whirled about, silks snapping back with the speed. But even as he registered the current brute’s steps another echoed nearby, his nares caught the scent within a moment. Now he had another hellion to deal with, the scent seemed familiar though he had a hard time placing it. Maybe that was because his mind was co contorted with everything and anything. Man he needed some time to think thing through, though he doubted he would be able to do that for some time. Considering the situation.

But even before the new hellion’s appearance Sky reacted. Her orbs widened in sudden realization and fear. Wait a minute. Fear? Shattered took a step closer to the mare, though his whole bod was on cautious alert, if Sky was frightened then he had reason to be. Well most likely, even if Sky disliked him he wouldn’t doubt her instincts or anybody’s for that matter. Better to be safe then sorry, wasn’t that the saying? Daggers like the darkness of night stepped into the clearing, a similar pelt followed, tall and graceful. This stallion was big, well bigger then Shattered though that wasn’t saying much, the splattered stallion himself was more on the small side, being only 15.3 hands himself.

The stranger’s voice sounded, letting slip a slightly strange set of lyrics. Shattered’s boa turned, crown turned towards the ever so defiant mare, though she didn’t look at all like she usually did. For as the stallion approached her she looked about as defiant as a worm, from when looking at one you couldn’t really tell what emotion they wore. Shattered again remained silent as the new hellion ran enamel upon the buckskin’s pelt, orbs of an unknown hue flashed towards them. Him and Resheph, in truth Shattered could not discern who the look belonged to, or what it meant.

Shattered listened quietly to the hellion’s words, though his mind whirled with screaming thoughts. He defiantly recognized his scent from somewhere, but from where. If only he could organize his thoughts and just remember. “There’s no problem-” He breathed, words spoken with indifference. At least he could hide all this chaos from the outside world. But even at his cold words he worried, always worried. It was obvious to Shattered’s observing gaze that Sky had some serious problems with this stallion she called Art, for he hadn’t missed her trembling lyrics in all his thoughts.

His blue orbs shifted to Resheph, wanting to see what he made of this newcomer. It wasn’t obvious, but it wasn’t hidden at the moment, for Shattered could sense his unfiltered hatred. Most likely because he was being ignored by all. Though Shattered doubted be cared what he and Sky did, so he must be upset about this new comer. Even more lyrics flashed from a heated voice box, orbs grazing over the two forms that all attention was paid to. Shattered himself looking more then for a second at the pair. Wondering thoughts, and asking himself questions…

[♫ §kY ☼]

Sky actually smiled as she realized that Resheph was being completely ignored. That was sure to infuriate him. Something else he'd probably hate was the fact that she, herself, was submitting. There was no way she could fool herself and say that the fire king and gamma stallion wouldn't recognise fear in a mare's scent. Her fear was burning her own nares. Upon this realization, she knickered and relaxed. Yes, she was still afraid of her stallion, but now only he would know.

She glanced up at Art and steeled herself. He was repulsive, annoying, retarded, a complete asshole, and a man whore. But, he was her captor. She knew that if she ran from him, he'd kill her. This did not scare her in the least. What was frightening was what he would do to her if he decided at the last minute not to kill her. She took a deep breath. Her face showed nothing but utter respect and damn near devotion. Not the kind of devotion that comes with love, but the kind that comes when one's well-being is at stake. One day, maybe she could learn to love the beast, but it wasn't today.

Also, she knew that if she appeared to be devoted to Art, Resheph would probably be even more pissed. The gamma stag's next lyrics sent a shiver through her. Without meaning to, she pressed her pelt against Art's. She was fairly certain she hated both stallions, but Art would fight to protect her for his honor. Resheph only wanted to play with and use the mare. Vaguely, she wondered what Art would think of this side to her. He hadn't seen it before, and she hoped it wouldn't disgust him.

He didn't seem the type to really want to protect her. Sky hoped acting as a mare should might make him mildly more pleased with her. That wasn't her original plan, but it justified her immediate response to Resheph. She wasn't afraid of him, she just needed the suport of Art. That idea in itself was kinda frightening. This entire thought process was over in a heartbeat for Sky had a verbal reply to Resheph almost as soon as he had spoken. "As I said before, my dear Resheph, I'm not a toy." She gave him a glare that would make the dead cower. "But thank you for the compliment. You believe me beautiful." Her glare turned into a mocking grin. "Too bad you can't touch me..."

Even in her permanently shamed state, she still had a bit of her internal fire. Her spirit would never be broken. A sideways glance at Shattered and she tried to tell him...something. Her eyes still showed fear for her safety thanks to the arrival of Art, but they also told Shattered that she would be ok. At least, he had no reason to worry. His reaction when she flipped did not go unnoticed in her panic. She was fine now. Art had control; Sky would sit back and let him handle everything. That's how mares are supposed to work right?