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Post by Random on May 12, 2009 13:05:09 GMT -5
Her agent of chaos [/color] {K A V I R A}[/right] It was a chilling night indeed as the lone wench traveled throughout the land, soiled daggers slicing mercilessly through the sand she ran upon. The temperature itself wasn’t cold in the least; with summer creeping into place it was a constant swelter. Even in the dead of night the particular mare found herself wet with perspire, something that made summer not as desirable as the other seasons. Though the night was still chilling in the fact that her presence alone was enough to send shivers down even the bravest souls, if she chooses to emit that persona that is. Kavira is a mater of masks and deceivery, and lives for the simple pleasure of changing another’s life for good, all while she enjoys it with a goodhearted laugh. Although oddly enough she always make sure to have her every move calculated, leaving nothing but the totally unavoidable planned out.
At these thoughts many of her nature would let a smirk creep upon their maw, a way of showing their amusement at reminiscing of the past deeds they have done. But not Kavira, she rarely let the weakness many call emotions invade herself, not even something as simple as amusement. Because once you become amused, you become distracted and cocky, two things that are not needed when you are in the heat of a battle. Whether it be one of brawn or brains, because she could play both almost equally well. The past was overrated either way, what you did two years ago or two minutes ago barely mattered. But what to do with the future, what events to plan and lives to ruin, now that is what really mattered to the scarlet vix.
A startling scent of another wafted into her sensitive nares, slowly swirling around in her nostrils before confirming it was masculine. Blackened orbs darted to and fro; searching cravingly for the stallion the scent belonged to. But the night was dark, the only light coming from the stars the shone down from above. The scent was very strong, and she could tell just about instantly it was of an authority figure. Had she wandered onto a King's land? How wonderful. Tangled cords whipped at her hide pitilessly, conveying that pain was not something foreign to this wench. She can quite certainty take what she serves, but rare are an equine that escapes her traps of deception. Although King's were suppose to be smarter then the rest, more cautious. Maybe this might even be a challenge, that would surely be something new and interesting.
Cranium rouse skyward, jowls opening to emit a neigh that verged on a screech. If he had ears he would know she was here, and that was all she aimed for. She wasn't about to go chase him down like a horny little bitch, if he wanted to play he would come to her. Otherwise, she could spend her time on much better things. Pistons halted movement, leaving her still in lack of movement. The ocean water lapped up at her pasterns greedily, and for a moment she was almost enjoying the dark silence that consumed her. But pleasure was something that could distract you also, and so she swiftly brought her attention back to awaiting the presence of this King...if he would come at all that is.
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Post by steph on May 18, 2009 16:54:05 GMT -5
M A S Q U E R A D E [/color] The muggy night drew on as the ebony stallion once again walked the outskirts of his terrain. The water king was on his third day in Nyore Valley, and he had stayed undercover; fading into his surroundings and familiarizing himself with this new place. The atmosphere of Orkney Cove suited this stallion well; it seemed to change with his moods, always trying to please him. It hadn’t taken Masquerade long to commit the map of the land to memory, he could easily walk it with his eyes closed. It was time however, to let others be known of the new king’s presence, it was time they bowed to his name.
Blowing a cool breath through his nares, the brute’s harks darted forward with the sound of hoofs. Raising himself slightly on his hind legs the equine took in the spice of the intruder. As his front pillars came back in contact with the lush grass a small smirk tugged along his velvet maw. The spice of the mare was sweet to the younger stallion, he could tell she was fiery and full of attitude, and he knew she would provide him with a challenge. With a small laugh Masquerade moved in the mare at an easy canter. Staying within the brush and thickly settled trees, the stallion closed in on the vix. As her scent got stronger, his pace slowed and his senses became more alert. Now at a slow walk Masquerade, spotted the fiery chestnut; she was a sound wench her frame was sleek and elegant and her pelt was kissed with fire, he could tell by the way she pranced that she knew she was desirable. Standing in silence the brute watched her, her orbs flared with flames and then cooled with waves, she was a hot blooded equine and appealed to his liking.
He watched her from the shadows, with each movement she made Masquerade became more intrigued. Seeing the excitement fill the vixen’s orbs as she caught his scent, the brute chuckled to himself. He knew that her excitement was not of longing to meet the creator of the scent but more to give him a run for his money. Many of these mares had passed in and out of the kings life, they where fun for a while but soon enough they all began to blend in to one another; their antics where all the same, it was as if they read it from a book. But for some reason this mare seemed to be different in some way, smoothing about her stood out and Masquerade wanted to find out what it was.
Feeling as though he was intruding on her for too long Masquerade started towards the fiery wench; his black coat blending with the nights coloring. His harks came forward as he heard her call, and he chuckled she had no idea that he was already in her presence. Taking a deep breath the brute took in the sweet scent of the flowing river. Well now if she was hear to pick a fight, the river was not the best place. Stepping out of the clearing the arabian circled the intruder, his pillars coming down softly on the damp river bank. As he came to face her he stopped and his voice begain to fill the silence.“You have called?†|
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Post by Random on May 19, 2009 15:54:07 GMT -5
Her agent of chaos [/color] {K A V I R A}[/right] The stars above glimmered brightly, sending dim rays of light for sepia occulars to take in and survey the land she had intruded upon. Nothing spectacular it was to her seasoned orbs, though they could certainly tell the land was ruled by those of a water heritage. The ocean, the river and of course that familiar stench that she herself held. It was unmistakable, even to the weak ones that weren't chosen to hold these special powers of nature. Even though her past was filled with prejudice of these four elements, some believing a certain type was better then another, driving all by themselves-the best-to near extinction. Kavira still held no special place in her heart open for a certain element, and couldn't care less if you threw fire or rocks at her. Nevertheless, she was still interested in seeing what the King of her element could do. Was he really worth her time and efforts to deceive him in some way, or was he just like all the others and her skills would be best used elsewhere. Presently she didn't even have a plan for this King, she just knew she wanted to meet him. Then after that she would decide upon her plan of attack, if she decided to choose one at all that is.
Sudden movement threw her out of thoughts and into pools of chocolate ice darting around frantically to spy the originator of such movement. Hard to spot in the darkness, a charcoal figure stepped out of the shadows. A deep feeling rooted in pure instant relayed to her she might have been watched by this mysterious brute, though she had no idea how she could have missed something so obvious. Another reason to not let unessential things such as emotions and thoughts to invade her cranium, it was needed for much more important things such as spotting an undesirable observer. Nevertheless, occulars slowly glided over his features, though it was still dark and the only thing they could convey for certain was his silhouette. It was tall, though not obscenely so as many she had set lanterns on. Only a bit taller then herself actually, and this pleased her somewhat. As did his delicate features and slender body, something that she could most likely take advantage of if this meeting somehow turned to a battle. Though no doubt was left in her mind he still had muscles rippling beneath ebonite, and so she kept guard up as usual.
Close eye was kept on the stag as he circled her, one, twice, seemingly in effort to size her up. She had showed no sign of rebellion or challenge as of yet, and this led her to wonder if this was how he greeted all his mares. He certainty needed to work on his social skills if so, most wouldn't take that kind of workings very well. Stopping movement when his pillars carried him to their final destination right before her, he then opened mug and spewed curious lyrics. Yes, she had called. To size him up for lack of better words, though her assumptions about her were proving to be false now that his actions spoke to her more then his words. All was well though, Kavira was remarkably adaptable to a variety of situations. "Yes, I did. I've heard intriguing whisperings about the new Water King and thought I'd see him for myself," she spoke quite matter-of-factly. Emotion not infecting her voice at all, instead she spoke it simply but in an almost cold matter. Not that you could extract much emotion from this wench anyway, her picture would be right beside the word 'heartless' in the dictionary.
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Post by steph on May 23, 2009 11:16:03 GMT -5
M A S Q U E R A D E [/color] Masquerades orbs flickered slightly with amusement as the mare searched frantically for the creature that was approaching her. He felt her chocolate tinted orbs on his frame; he could feel her following him in his circles. Nares flared taking in her scent and he mulled it over in his mind trying to figure her out. Which to be quite honest wasn’t too hard, he could tell her persona by her posture. She was cold and had very slim if any variation in emotion. He could sense her need to always have her guard up and her drive to be the best at everything. As her reaction came to an end a thought trickled through the ebony stallions mind. Did she know how easy she was to read? He assumed not for like he said before he could tell she thought she was the best at everything, but that was her biggest flaw. Its one thing to be confident however, it’s completely another to be pompous.
The two equines stood in silence for a few moments each of them looking over the other. The ebony stallion was of different blood then this mare. Her body was more built for the wild world where as the brute had a more elegant frame. But it would be unwise to think that this elegance took away from his power; for there were plenty who feared his name. As the brutes cool gray orbs looked into the chocolate coloring of the mares, he could see her indecisiveness, and her pending options. He could feel the vibes radiating off of he fiery coat she was looking for some sort of excitement withier it be a harmless game of cat and mouse or a full out battle. Masquerades pools stayed a steel gray; they didn’t flicker with a thought or a change in emotion. The brute was not one to communicate through body language he wasn’t one for words nor for being read through is orbs.
It was a waiting game, and a moment of suspense. What would this vixen do? Would she just lash out or try to play the water king? And if she chose to play a game would he fall for it? No he wouldn’t. Although Masquerade was young to be a king he was wise, and had plenty of experience with these mares. His body readied itself for the mare’s next action withier it be words or movements. As time drew on he began to rule out that a fight would be her first move, for as of yet she had not shown a movement of challenge. Masquerade’s harks came forward as her poisonous lyrics filled the silence. The black brute showed respect to all equines unless they disregarded it. This mare was no different. Yes she was cold and could possibly be here to battle him, but it was good that the water equines where showing interest in their new ruler. Perhaps she was here to test him to prove he was worthy and if that was the case he would grant her more respect. After the fiery chestnut had finished the air was once again salient for a few moments. Than the king spoke, Well. I am Masquerade, the new king. And you are? Even though he asked for her name he was not sure if he would get it. [/color] |
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Post by Random on May 26, 2009 0:56:57 GMT -5
Her agent of chaos [/color] {K A V I R A}[/right] To be quite frank, if one thought they could read Kavira clearly they one were one very foolish individual. The vix was so caught up in her masks and personas that it was rare a day when she felt she was entirely herself. Really, she probably didn’t have a full personality to call her own. Emotionless is not a personality, is it? The constant numb feeling that meant death could creep upon you and you would feeling nothing, not even a twinge of feeling. She feigned emotion when it was needed, and that was as real as it got. Though that became so real that at times she could think it was real, get my drift? No? Well that’s because as simple as she is, she’s utterly confusing.
For now the chaotic mare simply stood her ground, watching almost humorously as the King made idiotic assumptions about her. If he wanted to think these things, then let him. She didn’t know exactly what he was thinking, for she was smart not a physic. But she knew she was being underestimated, and to an extent she actually enjoyed that. Though he still readied himself for action, muscles visible tensing while hers remained relaxed. Or they looked relaxed anyway, this femora was never truly at ease in a situation. Even when she was in total control, why take the chance of falling into anothers trap? Though by now he decided to finally spill verses, and ask for her calling in such a particular matter. She had thought his words would have been harsh or riddled in those fancy smancy words. Though she was fooled, and for this she just learned from her experience and moved on without missing a stride.
“Kavira, pleased to meet your acquaintance,” she spoke with flat tones. Flaxened crown lowered itself in respect, one pillar slowly sliding outward as she preformed a sort of light bow. Betchya you didn’t expect that oh assuming one. Straightening her posture to full height once again she choose this as a time to survey him once again, deciding what move to take next. She would have to continue with this road she’d taken of being polite and feigning respect, for she didn’t want to seem fake. Oh no, she was skilled at deception and her lies couldn’t be deciphered from truth.
Pistons carried her bloodhue’d chassi toward his onyx one, gliding softly to his side. “Would you care to show me some of your…abilities? I’m afraid mine are awfully limited,” she whispered carefully in his ear. Tone was still far off, though she laced it with a hint of seduction. Velveteens momentarily glided along his auditory before she took a step back and infused her caramel occs with charm. She was in fact speaking half truths, she did indeed want to see his powers and hers shouldn’t be as great as his if he truly was a great King. Still, this was Kavira we’re talking about. No matter how damn convincing she is, she’ll always have an ulterior motive hidden deep within.
OoC||Trying yo write through my muselessness, excuse the sheer cappiness x.x
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