waiting for my KNIGHT in s h i n i n g armor

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+LADY ARCANE+


The dark mare glided through the forest, her black pelt blending into the shadows. She carried herself with a regal air, head held proudly, tilted downwards slightly, neck gracefully arched. Her blue eyes were a clear, rich navy, like bright sapphires in her skullery. Her long mane hung like snakes from her neck, long enough that her fetlock touched the velvet between her nose. Her body moved like a big cat, she stalked her prey silently. Her tail fanned out behind her like a banner as she trotted, her black hooves touching the ground lightly, resting on the ground before she shifted her weight gradually, keeping movements fluid and quiet. Her lusitano lines were put to good use in her, she held herself like a queen, but exerted no fragility; she was a warrior princess, a noble of the highest blood, named after her Great-grandfather, Apocalyptic Arcane, the founding father of her homeland, Damnation XX. Her brother, Apocalyptic Warrior, was the current king of XX, waging war against those devils that took the proud mare away from her home. How she ended up on this island was a question she had no answer too. Nor did she know how to get home.

All she knew was that she didn't want to remain here, she wanted to go home, back to her people. She thought little of any of the horses she had met here, they didn't have the greatness of her herd. She stalked through the forest, greatful for the time alone, and let her thoughts travel to the forest itself. It was old, very old, and had many stories to tell. The branches were gnarled and rough, the trunks twisted and broken. Here and there sat younger trees, their bark white beacons against the ashen colour of the ancients, and she camouflaged perfectly, her body black, her legs a dark ash grey. They were stories she couldn't read, but they were many, and interesting, known to all the trees and bushes in the forest. Even the birds and the deer knew the stories, but not her, for she was a stranger. She halted her stride and wheeled 180 degrees, rearing and lunging as she did. The cougar didn't know what hit him, but the hooves of the mare threw him several metres, and he didn't waste time in leaving. Stalk like a cat, think like a cat; she had seen him in the shadows, as he had seen her. Now there was something else in the shadows, but it was far less dangerous.

She snorted dangerously, she had come into the forest to avoid confrontation, but perhaps she was still within the boundaries of the claiming grounds. It was time to pick up the pace. Like a phantom, she turned, her tail flowing in her haste, and she sprang across a fallen pile of what used to be trees, her body stretching out and curling back in as she leapt and landed, taking off at a brisker pace than before. Her soft hoofbeats could be heard, beating the ground in a taboo, carrying her to the safe havens of free ground. But if her new stalker was a stag, he might catch her before she got away. In such a case, she would stand and fight.

status// complete
character// Lady Arcane
Word count// 547

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O

it came upon the midnight hour
putrid hooves upon the land
forsaken beast would trod for hours
to find himself by death's own hand.

hatred clasped in fury waning,
life was losing death was gaining,
all was sour all was rotten,
any good so long forgotten.

Resounding thud tapped the ground, rythmically, a constant reminder to the world that life still existed, even in places thought impossible for it to. Muscles flexed, rolling under the spottled pelt of the large beast that swiftly dodged leaning trees. Leaves and sticks were victims of the heavy pounding of the beast's obsidians, as he pressed himsel faster, and closer, towards whatever it was he was seeking. Neck raised, cranium holding high, as his nostrils flared, not only taking in the pure oxygen, but the scents of other euid nearby. This was no equid who was awaiting claimence, patiently, knowing it was to come. The nymp was obviously moving quickly, as if she knew that she would if she didn't, she'd come face to face with some beast. Smirk flickered to his velvets, as he turned a sharp left, readily following the scent, his dark form moving quickly towards the nymph. Audits pressed roughly against the top of the beast's cranium, allowing him to move faster, as he lowered his cranium to his chest, and picked up his pace. Appendages moved swiftly in that same rythmic motion, daring the beast to keep moving. Daring the beast, also, to give up this unimportant creature he persued.

And, as if in answer, he heard the pounding of obsidians, at their own rate, crushing the leaves and taking the dead trees in quick jumps. Her scent came more readily, as if she hadn't thought to factor in that a beast, as himself, might pick it up and follow her. And then, in the blink of one almond orbs, her black form was spotted, not but a few hundred yards away, a black victim to the claiming grounds not-so-subtle intentions. She pressed on, as if she knew he was behind her, tracking her. As if she was afraid of stopping. Driving himself forward, he gathered speed, taking the distance between them and shifting it to only a few short feet away. Thick laugh emitted, along with breathy words in his deep tone. As if he knew his words would wrap around her as a lasso, and drag her to a halt. You can run as long as those limbs will carry you, but soon enough you'll have to stop, and I'll be right there when you do. He raced beside her now, his tall form easily keeping pace, as he eyed her slender form, subtle sigh escaping, as he realized that she might be as stubborn as every other nymph he'd ever come into contact with.

Lowering his cranium, he surged forward, rounding in front of the, and sliding to an abrupt stop. Leaves, dirt and sod flew up around his obsidians, as he planted himself firmly to the ground, firm appendages bracing, giving off a firm stance. He clinched his entire bod, awaiting the thrash of her bodice, as she would certainly end up sliding into him, not having a sufficiant stopping space. Seconds flew by him, as though he knew she'd be entirely vexed by his bold move. But he really didn't feel like chasing her all day. Though he could easily keep up, it wasn't exactly a good way of getting to know someone.

count; 546 (haha. one word less than yours.)
completion; complete
comment; crappy, I know.

[Zanefera]

ooc; el finito !

[BRiGHT]

She could hear him behind her, covering the ground between them. Well, she had come here by mistake, and she had no intention of becoming another collectible in a stallion’s herd. She had survived all these years alone, she could more than happily die alone as well. Her hooves carried her elegantly through the twisting forest, but obviously not fast enough, she could hear his hooves behind her, a loud pounding she couldn’t ignore. She glanced behind herself, just barely, and saw a muddy brown coat, on a stallion not too much larger than herself, possibly a little smaller. Although she had never truly been afraid of her pursuer, this fact made her more confident to face the beast. She turned her attention back to the landscape in front of her, running across a brook hidden by the darkness, and heard, to her dismay, his increase in speed. Within seconds, he was only half a horse length behind her, and then he was in front of her and it was time to stop running. She skidded to a halt, almost at the same time as him, but still she collided with him, gently, and firmly, before she sprang backwards and planted herself, facing him, her legs tall and placed slightly apart, her ears back, and her cerulean eyes casting daggers at her opponent.

”Well, then I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

She regarded him with a cool arrogance, her tail swishing lazily, as she assessed the situation, and considered whether it would be in her best interest to make the first move or let him do it. Some stallions and an over excess of pride, and hated it when mares spoke first, and others preferred the smarter approach, and let their prey get rid of their steam. Either way, Arcane didn’t care, she would still take command of the situation entirely, and manipulate the poor bastard into getting lost; literally or figuratively, she didn’t care, as long as he left. But, all the same, she was a lady, and a lady always gave her company the courtesy of speaking. He could pitch his little speech just like he wanted, and then she’d turn him down politely, and be on her way. But what if he doesn’t handle politely very well? Well in that case, she’d show him who was boss. If she were back on her home island, she would have scolded any mare she caught behaving like this. She would have called it irrational, that arrogant as some stallions may be, a mare had to be lenient, and sometimes just go with the flow. But this was a foreign island, and she didn’t belong here. Therefore, no stallion native to this island could have her. And that was that.

”So, let’s get this meeting over with, shall we? Say what ever it is you want to say, and let us go our separate ways.”

status// complete
character// Lady Arcane
Word count// 489

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[Zanefera]

ooc; Reply coming! My house got damaged in a Tornado Sunday, so I've been running behind on my posts. Really behind. But I'm catching up now!

[BRiGHT]

ooc; Wow! Yeah, well, don't rush, I think a tornado trumps rpgs, lol. Was it badly damaged?