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Post by betrayed on Mar 12, 2009 12:22:00 GMT -5
;;I¡¦d Rather Laugh With The Sinners;;
Betrayed Sweetly
;;Then Cry With The Saints;;
Black hoofs stepped upon the ground, as the mare¡¦s stunning blue eyes scanned the area. Her audits erect as she listened closely to the earth. Scents wafted up her nares bringing Stallion¡¦s and other mares to her attention. They were old scents, but they were still engraved into the earth.
The blue roan lowered her head to the earth getting a better smell of the pass horses that were here. Black main flowing down her neck as she did so, her ebon tail twitching as she took them in. Registering the different horses.
Betrayed could smell cinder, so now she knew there was a chance that she could be claimed by her own element. Fire. Sweet burning warmth. God she was thankful that she could control her element now. It made her feel so¡KEmpowered. A small smile danced upon her mug as she leaned back up from the dry earth.
Now it was time to announce her presence. Rearing upon her back haunches letting her daggers dance in the air she let out a bay, sounding her whereabouts. She didn¡¦t want to stay to long out in the open, she just wanted a place she could call home for how ever long she was to stay.
Once the mare was done, she lowered onto all fours, holding her head high. She was proud of her self, she knew she wasn¡¦t a bad looking mare. And she also knew she wasn¡¦t the best. She was a Mustang, A mix breed of a lot of other horses Quarter Horse showed in her, but you could also see Tennessee Walker, and Thoroughbred. So, she knew she was the perfect mutt of the horse society. So, she was proud of herself, but not to proud.
OOC
Okay, my first post as Betrayed Sweetly really blows ><
I need to develop her more give me a chance 
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Post by Random on Mar 12, 2009 13:04:41 GMT -5
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Muscled stilts carried his massive frame through the grass, the sun high above shining brightly. For once it wasn't raining, something he was highly grateful for. The rain annoyed him to no end, though the sun didn't similarly. So he was rarely ever happy so to say. He was most pleased, though, at night. The darkness suited him well, though oddly he always found himself wandering in the daylight hours rather then night. Instincts trump preferences, he supposed as he continued to wander. He wasn't wandering in search of something or someone specific so to say. He was more looking for entertainment, no matter what form it would come in.
Perked auds caught an ever familiar sound nearby, that of another equine. He quickened his pace, curiousity and suspicion making him move into a canter to search of the one who uttered the bay. Maybe they would entertain him somehow, if not he'd just move on. The norm for this twisted stallion, his routine so to say. But maybe he'd break the routine just once...though it all revolved around one thing. Being entertained. Smirk formed on his mug as his dark endless orbs caught site of the equine. A mare. Even better.
He made his way toward her, each step leaving behind a scorched hoofprint on the flawless green grass. He guessed she was of a Mustang decent, from the little glimpses of many breeds present in her. He himself was of mainly Cleveland Bay decent, which was the reason of his large frame and imposing figure. It was one of the few things he actually prided himself in, though it didn't make him any happier about his past. Nothing would, though he rarely thought about it anymore. It just wasn't worth it. He snorted, and prepared himself to speak to the femme.
"Hello," he greeted, though he couldn't muster up the skill to make it sound warm and cozy. It was his usual voice, rather. Cold, emotionless and possibly startling. "I am Resheph," he continued. Same tone, just different words. He held his skull high, banner whipping in the light spring breeze. He wasn't going to play nice for long, he was too bored with it already. He hoped the mare would be entertaining, or else he'd just have to spice it up. Which wouldn't be too pleasant for her.
[Ugh, I am totally museless. I apologize x(.]
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Post by betrayed on Mar 12, 2009 13:19:33 GMT -5
;;I’d Rather Laugh With The Sinners;;
Betrayed Sweetly
;;Then Cry With The Saints;;
Boredness swept the mare as she danced in place, moving her restless legs, scorching the ground beneath her as embers danced around her. Shaking her black banner after her legs had stopped moving. Soon her main settled on her bluish pelt, as she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Only getting a cloud of smoke exiting her nares, she was still just to anciey.
Hearing the foot steps of another being, auds erected themselves and her head turned. Seeing a stallion, she felt a small bit of relief. The black marks of burned grass under him made her even smile a bit. A fellow fire bender pleased her. She might be able to like this Stallion.
That opinion changed as she herd his voice… He sounded cold. Usually fire bender’s were warm.. Warm like there element. This stallion startled her. Okay, well then. She could be an ass to.
I’m Betrayed Sweetly… You can call me Betrayed… She used a tone that put off the bored vibe. Even though she wanted to know him. Wanted to know more secreats of this fire bending. But, no. If he was going to be an ass, so was she.
The blue roan looked at him, slightly trying to figure him out, he seemed so off put. There was something telling her that she should run from him. Maybe it was just his size. He was a lot bigger then her, and wider. She knew her legs could carry her far and wide. She was a mustang, she was bred for long distances. But, she wasn’t bred for speed. She could run fast, but not for a long period of time. More of a sprint. That might be all she needed.
But, she stood still. She wanted to see what would happen.
OoC/ No biggie.
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Post by Random on Mar 12, 2009 14:13:25 GMT -5
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Whipcord lashed out at his hindquarters, shooing away the pesky flys that invaded his personal space. Another landed on him, though too far away for his whipcord to reach. He concentrated for a moment, then a sizzle was heard and the fly disappeared with only ash remaining. He smiled, proud of himself. It wasn't that big of a feat, oh no. He just liked using his talents in as many different ways as possible, it entertained him. He needed to constantly be entertained, as boredom didn't produce good things from him. He tended to be destructive when bored, almost like a foal would be. Beads of perspiration shone off his deep mahogany coat, though even now he couldn't stand still and let himself cool off in the shade. He shifted his weight to the other side, then back again, waiting for her to speak. Waiting to be entertained, waiting for the boredness to end.
"Betrayed? Hm, is there a reason to that name?" he wondered aloud, a spark of interest in his tone. Small flames broke out around his daggers, encircling them completely. She seemed as bored as he was, which was something a little different then previous encounters with mares, if he used the same approach that is. He had a tendency to experiment with different persona's when meeting another equine, to see how they would react. It surprised him how many reacted in either two ways, defending themselves or cowering and running away. So far she fit into neither off he two, but he still didn't pin her as unique yet, for he took a lot for him to be impressed. Whether it be something simple like a personality, or something bigger like bending skills. He hadn't seen very many equines with the ability to bend the elements, only a few fire ones actually. And all of them were weak, so weak. He sensed she was a fire one too, from the way sparks danced at her hooves. He wondered if she was any good at it, but left his thoughts to himself.
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Post by betrayed on Mar 13, 2009 8:19:14 GMT -5
;;I’d Rather Laugh With The Sinners;;
Betrayed Sweetly
;;Then Cry With The Saints;;
The buzzing of flys around Betrayed was annoying, getting to her eyes to steal a drink from them, gnats going into her ears making the buzzing noise unbearable. Flame circled her orbs to burn the pest away, as she shook her dreambox knocking the carcasses from her. When the stallion spoke shelooked at him as he spoke and a small smile broke upon her mug.
Her name had caught his interest. Well at lest she didn’t feel completely boring now. Warning bells danced in her head, the feeling to run still hadn’t left her yet, but for right now the stallion wasn’t doing anything that seemed threatening.
There’s a reason for everything isn’t there?
The mare’s voice spoke, with a little sting of sarcasm. A little bit never hurt anyone right?
Her eyes noticed the small flames dancing on his hooves and she smiled. Fire made her feel at home, the one thing about her that she enjoyed. Even though that was the reason why she was thrown out by her parents. They had thought it was weakness that caused her to lose control when she was young. Wong, her power was so strong with in her, that it was harder to control then her sisters. She was stronger then them. It wasn’t her fault that fire ran in her blood.
So, are you claiming me, or not stallion?
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Post by Random on Mar 14, 2009 20:04:26 GMT -5
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A snort interrupted the silence that had slowly grown between the equines. Resheph shook his hide, warding off the incoming hoard of flys that were tormenting the two. Thoroughly annoyed by now, with a flash he set his whole body aflame with orange flames. Anything and everything, including the insects that wouldn't depart his skin, were charred to a crisp. He let the flames die on his body, not burning him even in the slightest. What good would being able to control fire do, if you burned yourself every time you practiced it?
Her voice caught his attention, auds becoming perked in able to listen in closer. He then proceeded to chuckle, shaking his head slowly back and forth. Well maybe this mare actually had some fire in her, pun intended. Smirk placed itself upon his mug as she continued to speak, her words repeating itself within his head. So she wasn't just going to waste her time on him if he wasn't going to claim her? His smirk widened, stilts carrying him even closer to this Betrayed.
"Hm, claim you? Already? We were just having fun! Besides, that would be too...boring and ordinary," he answered, closing in on her. He was well within her personal space now, his thick boa leaning down to make his skull level with her face. He didn't try whatsoever to hide his tone, or the sinister smirk that made itself home on his lips. He wanted to see fear in her eyes, to hear her cry out in agony. He hadn't feel this good in ages, this bloodthirsty, this relieved. Like he had been holding himself back lately, and he finally shed his shell. And to think of it, this was only the start....Oh this was becoming fun!
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