[brea] [king] the monotony

[kaemon]

Why can't we just admit it?
WHY can't we just ADMIT IT?

Savage desire ran through the veins of the Appaloosa stallion. Docile all this time, it had risen from a flicker of want to a throbbing, living thing inside of him, driving him to leave the purgatory he called home and go roaming in search of something to quench his aching thirst. Urumi was not tame; he never had been, and never would be, even if he wore this false title of light stallion for the rest of his unnatural life. He had developed a hunger for violence at some point in his young life that drove him to desire blood above everything else: mares, land, children... Battle was his addiction; it flickered quietly in his eyes as he walked, his smooth gait belying the intensity of his desires. Kaemon was possessed of more self control than his tendencies often implied, however; he could hold himself back as long as he needed to, even with the scent of so many other equines mixing in his nostrils. Part of that could be explained by Kaemon's inexplicably choosy appetites: he didn't want to hurt anyone that wouldn't hurt him back, and he didn't particularly like instigating fights. The dark shape of the little stallion moved steadily through the common lands as he thought about this, his keen eyes flicking from one patch of shadow to another fiercely. His reasons for being here weren't particularly clear, even to himself. Mostly, Kaemon had become bored with Trekaduio, and so had wandered away from it. His desire to be away from home didn't stem so much from unhappiness as from the simple lack of action there; he had nothing to do among the blooming trees and flowers.

The meeting grounds were as quiet today as they had been last time Kaemon visited them. His small ears flicked as he listened to the twittering of birds overhead, but he paid no attention to the graceful patterns they drew across the sky. Anything that wasn't large enough to be a threat was worthless to Kaemon, who heaved a little sigh as he realized this trip may have been worthless after all. He felt strangely lethargic today, and although he was bored he didn't particularly feel like searching for anything to remedy the situation. Giving up on wandering around aimlessly, Kaemon stopped walking and came to a standstill beneath the spreading branches of a large oak tree. Shafts of sunlight fell through the aged boughs and dappled the small stallion's dark hide with gold, painting him a more confusing shade than he had been originally. Failing to notice this, Kaemon drew the long threads of his thick tail up and swatted at his sides, chasing away the small insects hovering there. He cast a cold eye over his shoulder as he did so, feeling the tip of his black tail whisking across the velvet expanse of his small muzzle. Spring was a season of discomfort for Kaemon, whose cheerfulness was relatively genuine any other time of the year. Now, though, even his soft features seemed somehow false, as if he was wearing a mask that no longer kept back the truth of his ugly face. At least, he though mildly, it wasn't raining today. Kaemon had seen quite enough rain already.

The stallion's eyes lifted up toward the sky, which was a pleasant shade of blue. Most of the time, he saw very little through the curtains of absurdly long forelock decorating his face, but with his muzzle tilted heavenward, the black threads fell away from his features. A portion of the sky was reflected in Kaemon's strangely colored eyes, making the lavender irises seem darker than they usually were. He had the strong urge to do irreparable damage to something, but was disheartened by the fact that there was very likely no one who would agree to play any of his games. Whatever had happened to the old days, when he'd been the target of strong dislike from just about everyone? Everyone but Maylin and Miya... Kaemon's ears flicked back as he thought about them, especially Miya, who probably shouldn't have died so young. But that had hardly been his fault... Just because he'd been the last to see her alive didn't mean he'd killed her himself; Miya wasn't worth his time. Maylin was a different story, but she'd decided to abandon him, so he didn't allow his thoughts to center on her for too long. What Kaemon wanted was someone new, someone who wouldn't annoy him with their manners or their affections. The eight or so years Kaemon had already lived through told him there was very little chance of him finding anyone like that by just standing around, but he was stuck in the sort of mood spring awoke within him: irritated, lazy, violent. Kaemon wasn't usually so useless, but he had a right to be moody every now and then; he spent an unnatural amount of time being pleasant, after all.

We won't give pause until the BLOOD IS FLOWING.



ooc // I admit it: I'm terrible at starting threads... lyrics from "Vicarious," by tool.

[Ryder]

I'm the high pimpstress, I'm honeybrown
I'm the baddest bitch to ever hit this town

Song;
A beautiful black wench made her way across the land, eyes half-massed with a cruel smirk upon her lips. To an on-looker her expression would seem quite peculiar, for what reason would an alone maiden such as herself have to be grinning like that? But you see, that was the beauty of being a bitch like Song; you got to enjoy the pleasure of your own wicked thoughts, your own evil ingeniousness. Currently, the thoughts paroling around the devious mare’s mind-frame, was that of power. Power. The word itself made her shiver, like the rough touch of a stallion’s muzzle upon her flank. Her skin began to crawl as her thoughts continued, wondering who was in charge, and who now had a violent, bloody death wish. Getting power had always been so easy for the cunning mare, like taking candy from a stupid, broken baby, and after her first taste she had always wanted more. Yes she knew power was dangerous, corrupted you, consumed you, and eventually killed you, but when your soul was shriveled up and you just didn’t give a shit, what did it matter? Song loved traveling to different lands, for she found the hierarchy and the chances to attain power entertaining, and Lord knows Song loves entertainment. She found herself wondering though how it worked here. Was there three King and Queens, a pair of Lights, Neutrals, and Darks? Or was there something higher at work that watched down on all his little chess pieces? Whoever they were, they had it out for them as soon as the huntress found out. Maybe she wouldn’t be Lady over the whole damn world, but the title Queen of the Darks would suit her just fine.

As the femme continued on her journey, the scent of another briefly entered her nostrils. Throwing up her small, ebon skull she searched for the wavering smell, acrid and enticing, the scent of a stallion. Suddenly excited the mare redirected herself so that their paths would cross, a mischievous glint taking place in her cold black eyes. This would be fun. As the mare drifted into a slow trot, she considered how lucky she had been that she had found herself a play toy. Mares were no fun; they were bitchy and rude, and were only good for mind games. Stallions though, they were so much better. A seductive smile wormed its way upon Song’s features as she traveled, eager to see what new stallion would be satisfying her this lovely day. The mares twin harks were flicked forward as she listened intently, eyes scanning the terrain for him with little luck. Stopping abruptly and swinging herself around she searched for his scent once more, finding this time that it had disappeared. Where was the bastard? A snort was emitted into the otherwise silent atmosphere as her irritation began to grow, hating the fact that she was now being forced to wait. The obsidian vix’s harks were suddenly flattened to her poll, her yellowed fangs bared as she struck out with a powerful hind hoof. Whoever this little colt was, he was going to be terribly sorry when he realized that he had made a lady such as herself wait. As the mare scanned the terrain, the wind began to pick up, causing her thick plush to cover her muzzle and invade her visage. With a savage snap at the black tendrils the mare found her fury increasing, and her mood growing poorer by the minute.

With a snort of outrage and a vicious swing of her skull, the black mare began to stalk forward, plundering through the brush carelessly. The startled squeak of the creatures inside attracted the mares attention, and with a violent squeal the mare pounced upon them with her hooves. When she hit nothing but dry, dead earth she continued on still furious, her body language enough to send most all creatures scurrying for safety. After a while of walking aimlessly on she found herself in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by big elm trees and the incessant chatter of birds. Oh, and a stallion. Song snorted and gave a lazy attempt at rolling her eyes, wondering why she had not heard nor scented him before now. Surely she hadn’t been that self absorbed… With a sigh the black ess began to calm herself down, watching the handsome czar from a distance with a coy smile. This was what she had been waiting for, wasn’t it? Time to enjoy. Shaking herself like a dog, the mare began to transform herself into something a little more sexy. Her walk became slow and but purposeful, resembling the slink of a cougar on prowl, her cruel black eyes were hooded, covered by obsidian locks, and a seductive smirk formed upon her attractive façade. The mare knew how to draw attention to herself, and this spotted stud would be no different. As she drew near she began to examine him, noting he was rather small, sturdy and muscular, and had a few scars upon his muzzle. He was handsome as far as spotted equines go, and she found her desire growing as she watched him. He was brown with a big patch of white on his haunches, with brown spots and black tresses. Quite the catch. Halting in what some might call an uncomfortable closeness, the mare turned her skull as if studying him, blinking up at him with wide, doe eyes. Her jaws were opened after a long, silent minute, letting her charming vocals slip out.

Hey there pretty baby, you waiting for someone special? Well in that case, I hope I can satisfy.

With a suggestive grin the mare began to circle her prey, eyes scanning him like he was a delectable meal she couldn’t wait to devour. He was attractive this one, with a noble look about him that only the light-hearted usually possessed. So he was a light then, a sweet little boy who did what his mommy told him? Maybe, maybe not. There was something about him that suggested different, something that suggested he was a little more dirty then he let others know. Passing his muzzle the black temptress winked, her flanks temptingly close as she continued. He would be hers, there was no denying this. No matter how much honor he had, she would bet he hadn’t the nerve to say no to such a tasty treat like her. Stopping in front of him once more she began to look him over once more, wondering if he had a mate, a lead bitch to boss him around and tell him to be home before ten. Did she know about the naughty side her man possessed, what he did when she wasn’t looking? Laughing cruelly she watched the appaloosa stallion before her, enjoying the slow seconds that passed between them as she waited for a reply.[/size]

OoC: I'm starting to really like her. -laughs evilly- Lyrics by Esthero, Wikked Lil' Grrrls
Words: 1132

[kaemon]

Go on, paint the whole town red.

Disaster; even from a distance, Kaemon smelled it, a bitter taste riding bravely on the wind. She was a friend to the stallion, his oldest and dearest, although she never came in the same guise twice, and often she masked her familiar scent. Not now; the wind blew slyly in his direction as it rose up, peeling back the soft ebony threads of his forelock and revealing the finely sculpted features of his lovely face. Daintily, Kaemon lifted his nose to the wind, nostrils flaring and revealing their lightly colored interiors. The spotted stallion's ears rotated slowly forward in response to the foreign perfume filling his sinuses. Kaemon was quite accustomed to trusting his instincts, no questions asked, but he found it strangely coincidental that he'd come here seeking excitement and now excitement seemed to be making its way right in his direction. Lady Disaster hadn't visited him a long while, so long that he'd almost forgotten how sweet she tasted between his teeth; lightly, Kaemon shivered, and his head lifted to greet the feminine shape making its way through the trees. For her benefit, he controlled himself, remaining nothing more than a relatively unique assortment of colors beneath the spreading canopy of the tree he'd taken refuge under. Kaemon's grey eyes followed the mare closely, though, noting the swagger in her gait and the venomous fire in her eyes. What have we here?

Kaemon could not remember a time since his childhood that anyone had approached him in such a seductively menacing fashion. Through the trees the black shape came: all curves and sweeping steps and bravado. She gleamed like an onyx statue come to life, her hoof beats dim, ironically mundane sounds beneath her flashing dark shape. Not Kaemon's favorite sort of toy, but promising enough that the dull hunger left his eyes and was suddenly replaced by the default setting when it came to company: all politeness, hiding the eager anticipation that made his skin prickle and his pulse quicken. In acknowledgement of her presence, Kaemon shifted, muscles forming subtle ripples beneath his dark skin, and gave a slow toss of his head. The dark forelock became tangled with his ears, showing off the pale eyes, which glinted like jewels. They were a savage lavender hue, wide and unnatural against his mundane seal brown coat. Across Kaemon's hindquarters, the blanket of white twitched slightly, and he stepped forward. The thick muscles of the stallion's crest bent his neck into an arch while his small ears swiveled forward and his eyes fixed on the dark mare. She came to a halt just inside his area of space, her movements as smooth and as playful as liquid mercury.

"Hey there pretty baby, you waiting for someone special? Well in that case, I hope I can satisfy."

Her words were the perfect bait, left to dangle tantalizingly before his nose. Kaemon didn't even pause to think about them; he simply snapped them up. The stallion's keen eyes narrowed slightly and followed the nameless mare's stalking movements as she began to circle him. He allowed her to for the moment, enjoying this illusion of power she had over him. "Good afternoon," crooned Kaemon's sweet voice, low and harmonic, almost singsong. He had a melodic way of speaking that lingered in the ears even after it had faded from the air. Somehow, the tone always seemed slightly sinister; now, especially, Kaemon thrust a small amount of morbid humor into his voice. "I'm certain you're quite lovely, miss, but to be honest I was expecting someone with a little less bark and a bit more bite." Kaemon chuckled softly, that light, friendly chuckle that told her she would need to work harder than that to get a visible response from him. Inside, of course, the stallion was boiling: he fought the urge to press his velvet muzzle against her flank and bite down as he watched the muscles undulating there. Control; he must exercise mastery over it once more. Here was the sort of mare Kaemon had grown up with; she'd come too late to entice him into any of her little games. If they were playing, then they were playing his way, and that involved less strutting and more running for dear life. You don't even have a clue, do you? How much fun you might be for me...

Moving finally from his comfortable position, Kaemon came forward and circled around the mare once she'd stopped. His gait was light, rhythmic; his gaze was more inquisitive than baleful. Atop his finely sculpted head, the stallion's small ears twitched, his eyes roving across the smooth dark curves of the feminine body attentively. It wasn't what she flaunted that called to him, though; it was the sweet promise of warm blood pulsing beneath her flesh, the quick strength of the muscles suspending her delicate body above the earth. Kaemon was a light stallion; he couldn't do her harm without a reason. He was looking carefully for one, though, even for an opening to accidentally slip up and draw blood. Anything to feed the sickness raging shamelessly inside him... Why had he ever agreed to live this shadow of a life? It was a lie, and it brought him no pleasure... Pausing, the stallion collected himself, shaking his head so dark hairs fell haphazardly into his face once more. "My name is Kaemon," he introduced himself softly, voice still toneless and yet beautiful, "but you may call me Urumi." Cocking his head slightly to one side, the little stallion regarded his new companion shrewdly, ears pivoting forward. And you? The odd mixture of wicked desire and formal etiquette still danced in Kaemon's guts as he watched her, but from the outside he still appeared relatively calm, admirably controlled. Part of him screamed at her to do something that would give him reason to let go of all these manners; another part strictly forbade it. Now it was simply a question of which side beat the other into submission.

I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess.



ooc // lyrics from "The Wife, the Kids, and the White Picket Fence," by Fair to Midland.

[Ryder]

And you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours

Song;
As Song stood there with a casual smile the minutes slowly ticked by, allowing the mare to begin to realize something. Not only was this stallion more dirty then his fellow frolickers, he seemed to have something sinister about him that bothered the mare. Not that she was unaccustomed to evil and its antics, she wrote the god damn book; but from him, she just hadn’t been expecting it. As his manner changed slightly from an odd, distant look to a polite, welcoming manner she studied him carefully. Stallions like him, the ones who pretended to be all kind and honorable, with good, respectable morals and an awesome personality to match, well they were just as dangerous as the ones who flaunted their joy at inflicting massive amounts of pain. Him though, this spotted hunter, he was unpredictable. It was hard to tell whether he wanted to convert her and fill her life with sunshine and rainbows, or rip her throat out the minute she looked the other way. Even with the muddled thoughts coursing through her skull she kept her composure, a lustful look shining bright in her soulless black eyes. Either way she would get what she wanted, no matter how much this stallion was off his rocker. She had seen worse. The femme fatale watched as he shifted slightly and took a step forward, arching his neck and causing his muscles to ripple and flex among the length of his handsome figure. Song threw her own skull to rid it of such pesky fly-aways, now eager to be able to see him clearly.

The stallions eyes were a intriguing shade of grayish purple, quite the contrast from his black, soft brown, and white pattern. What she found most interesting though was not the color, but the thoughts and secrets swimming around in their depths. Was this mysterious stallion really as disturbed as his presence gave him off to be? He was surely not like any light stallion Song had ever seen, and she noted this with a bit of disappointment. Prude little boys like she’d been hoping for were so fun to play with, but him, he was more than she had been in the mood for. She would rise to the challenge though, happy or not. With her eyes narrowing slightly she listened to his small string of words, twin harks remaining lazily to the side as he spoke. His tone came out syrupy and smooth, like he was a salesman playing his charm even when he knew product was poison When the multi-colored czar finished he was interrupted with the harsh chuckle of the cynical black mare, eyes now hooded out of sarcasm as she watched. She enjoyed his comment like any mare like her would, but in reality her respect for the small little stallion began to grow, enough to where she began to reconsider her earlier thoughts. Maybe the adulteress should go for prey a little weaker next time, a little more innocent and fun to corrupt. Although, it would be nice to show the arrogant bastard how hard Song’s bite actually was; maybe he’d even enjoy it.

His laughter from his own joke was oddly friendly, making it seem like he had just made a crack about the weather. Song smiled slightly as she watched him, realizing this was obviously going to be interesting no matter how it ended. Hopefully they both survived the ride. With another step toward him, she met his perilous gaze and began to make some more assumptions. He seemed fine to play her little game, but it seemed he had some intentions of changing it up a bit. Lets see what you got pretty boy. The beautiful onyx dove began to move in a half circle around him once more with a smug smirk upon her small, sturdy skull, eyes watching him carefully as she waited for his mask to break. She could see it in the quiver of his skin as she passed him so close, so tempting, and even though he practiced a strong case of self-restraint it was only a matter before he gave in. When she halted her circling he decided to do some of his own, his disposition seemingly harmless but unable to be trusted. She watched him with an inquisitive expression as he studied her closely, eyeing her dark frame with a flicker of desire in his mysterious, lavender eyes. A brow was arched as Song continued to observe him carefully, watching as he stopped and then began to speak, giving his name. His name was Kaemon, a good strong name, but instead he wished her to call him Urumi. The black temptress snorted at this, twin towers flicking backwards for a few seconds. What was the deal with this one? He was unlike any equine she had ever met, and the more time she spent with him the more confused she became. Why would he give himself such an odd nickname, when his original was so much better? Shaking her small black skull, the dove found her amusement at the situation slowly draining. His eyes clearly stated a question as he met her gaze once more, a wonder at what they called her. With a dry tone the mare hissed her name.

Song.

With that she waited for something to happen, feeling the tension he tried to hide slowly growing. Did he plan on hurting her, raping her, or maybe leaving her to find someone more intriguing to converse with? Whatever he was planning she waited for it impatiently, allowing her haughty disdain to show clearly in her soulless eyes. If he thought she was phased by this tough boy act he was sadly mistaken, for there was little in this world that could shake a bitch like her. Either way she got what she wanted from the stallion, a reaction, a pause, a little bit of interest to add to her dull afternoon. In her opinion he had lost the minute he had set eyes on her, so whatever he had to say, she was eager to hear it. [/size]

OoC; Sorry this took so long! And sorry its not that good. :[
Words; 1019

[kaemon]

With the lights out it's a little less dangerous;
Even with a stranger never gets painless...

Urumi watched the epiphany flicker through her eyes with satisfaction. In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting the mare to notice his eccentricity at all, but she seemed to catch the faint smell of wickedness hanging about his figure before he even gave her a proper clue. Interesting, indeed... Her thoughts swam like silver minnows beyond the dark windows of her eyes; painfully, the stallion watched them. What was she thinking? Was she afraid? Impressed? Confused? Why didn't she give him a sign? Any sign... Urumi wanted to feel the reaction, to taste, vicariously, whatever fear or anticipation or amusement she felt. But cruelly, bitterly, the mare locked him out. Her thoughts were no more than silent flashes behind her hooded gaze, and now even the shades were drawn up in her eyes, and all Kaemon could see staring at him was bitterness and cold intelligence. She'd seemed like such an easy thing, but now that first impression was changing, solidifying into concrete reality; this mare wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to make any easy mistakes. Urumi might have tripped over this fact alone, but he managed to avoid that with sleek, catlike grace, acting as if it had never happened. As if he'd never underestimated the black creature who called herself Song.

Song.

He let it echo inside his thoughts for a long moment, feeling the sound it made against his ears, pressing the music of it lightly onto his tongue. Urumi did not speak, however. He was irritated by the mare's lack of words, her simple, monosyllabic answer to his polite questioning. What is wrong with children these days? Has apathy become acceptable? The Appaloosa stallion had already established that this femme must be rather young; her build, although that of an adult, hinted at bones that were only just finished growing. Light, willowy. Urumi imagined she might be lovely to see in motion. Despite her loveliness, though, Song was acting unacceptably uncouth. Lifting one delicately shaped foreleg, Urumi pawed at the ground. The dull edge of his striped hoof tore a little furrow in the soft earth, and for a while the stallion simply stood looking at it, contemplative. He had never been the type of guy who wanted everybody else to conform to his wishes; the world was much more exciting if no two acquaintances were exactly the same. But Urumi was accustomed to giving a certain level of civility and feigned respect to everyone, and he expected to receive at least a little in return, especially from someone who recognized him as a different stallion from your run-of-the-mill, law-abiding light. Tilting his head to the side, the stallion watched Song with one eye, his gaze inquisitive but no longer particularly friendly. There was a sharpness to the color of that eye that suddenly made it seem more like amethyst and less like exotically toned ink.

"Song." He said her name at last, softly, his ethereal voice wrapping like a snake about the word. And ringing sharply in Kaemon's undemanding tone was a shrill sound, like iron striking iron. It was a veiled threat, a subtle breaking of the lovely mask he wore. Beneath that mask, there was a creature who was not a gentleman. A colt who'd watched his mother die while he was still innocent and spent the rest of his life in debt to her murderer. It wasn't as if Kaemon blamed all mares for what had happened to him when he was young; his mother had been female, after all, and she was the only thing he knew to be absolute good. The truth of the matter was simply that Kaemon was dead; he had died shortly after his mother had, or else had never really been alive at all. Now there was something walking around in his skin, an imposter so flawless he was never questioned as to his true identity. Perhaps that was the reason for the two names. Perhaps that was why he kept the unattractive title Maylin had bestowed upon him all those years ago. Of course it wasn't for any sentimental reason; she had been his friend, but he had never really understood what that meant. Friends, enemies... They were just words, labels creatures other than himself stuck on their acquaintances. To Urumi, everyone was the same in one aspect: they didn't matter to him, unless they could afford him some amount of pleasure. It wasn't masochism so much as it was the desire to prove himself better than everyone else. The little stallion thrived on adrenaline, and on the gratification of knowing he could not be killed as easily as his mother had. As Miya had...

"May I ask you a question?" Kaemon remembered somewhat belatedly that he'd addressed Song with something in mind. Oh, but his thoughts were loose today... They scattered like confetti in the wind, leaving him uncharacteristically quiet. Something about this mare, whether it was because of her seemingly predictable nature or the timing of her entrance, made the stallion more retrospective than he usually was. Without really waiting for her to answer his first question, Urumi launched into the second: "Why are you here?" His tone had become innocent again, nothing more than curious. A cruel sort of expression flashed in his eyes, though, as he continued. "Is your stallion too much? Or perhaps you couldn't seduce one satisfying enough?" The stallion's shapely skull turned, and he looked at her with both eyes now, expression shrouded by his long, soft forelock. Behind the black hairs, his eyes glinted knowingly, almost sympathetically, but he continued to insult her all the same. "If you do have a stallion, I would enjoy meeting him after this conversation is done. To thank him, if nothing else. For sharing you." He laughed quietly at the irony of the lie and moved swiftly, casually, toward her. Urumi had a way of moving, when he wanted to, that seemed to defy the basic laws of physics; his mane and tail didn't even flutter as he drew even with the mare.

She was quite warm, he realized, as he moved toward her. Warm enough that anticipation ran like electricity through his blood. His ears flicked toward her, Urumi imagined that he could just hear the steady pounding of her heart. Would it be beating faster now? Fearful? Aroused? His velvet muzzle pressed in the direction of her sweet flesh and he inhaled, tasting the smell of her life against the back of his throat. Oh, the things he could do... Not that he intended to overpower her. It was faintly amusing, though, sending the message that he could, if he so desired. Just to see her reaction. How he longed to feel that reaction... His own were so unsatisfying, so dull. He hadn’t tasted happiness in months. Hadn't really felt his pulse racing since the day he'd been given the three neat scars hidden beneath his long forelock. The stallion moved to press his lips directly against the skin of the mare's withers, anticipating the feel of the bone beneath his teeth, the elastic snap of her flesh as he bit down. Not hard, of course, just enough to tell her he was not afraid to break the rules. Then Kaemon moved back, swinging his head wolfishly and giving her the full power of his charming face. He would have made a skilled spy, had he considered such a thing; Urumi's features smiled at her even as he toyed with the idea of harming her simply to incur the wrath of a stallion he hadn't even met. "But I'm a light stallion," he murmured softly, telling her as well as reminding himself. "This isn't quite appropriate, is it?"

Don't be afraid.



ooc // lyrics from "The Fantasy," by 30 Seconds to Mars.

[Ryder]

And never believe I won't turn on you
And never believe I do this for you

Song;
The mare watched him curiously, still and complacent as her thoughts continued to process. He seemed almost disappointed, as if the huntress she was revealing herself to be wasn’t quite what he had been expecting. Song could say the same thing though, for for a light he came up a little short on the pathetically happy scale. In fact, he was so different from any light she had ever seen she decided to erase that label from him completely, and to condemn him as the dark bastard he pretended to be. He could hide behind that obsidian veil all he wanted, but he would not be fooling her with his polite words and so called ‘good-intentions’ any longer. With a slight smile she found herself wondering how he would take her sudden change in demeanor, from smooth and seductive to something a bit more savage. Although she still felt a desire for him in her rotten heart she was taking precautions now, realizing she would have to be a bit more cunning if she wanted to stay in step with him. He was irritatingly smart, his lavender eyes shining bright with his morbid intelligence as he met her gaze. She couldn’t help but wonder what Kaemon was thinking, for his thoughts were masked even if his emotions were not. With a snort she watched his gaze shift slowly to the floor, a single hoof being drawn across the flora creating a small rivet. When it was finished she looked up at him again, only to find that his attention was still held captivated by the scar in the earth. Song sighed through tight lips to show her impatience, throwing her skull to rid it of the thick plush that had covered her eyes. What was he thinking now?

When Kaemon finally did look up from the ground she found that his expression had changed, his odd, artificial friendliness gone. Instead was the face of the demon he held chained up inside, the part of him that wanted to sink its fangs into her nape and taste the blood that flowed. A ravishing grin formed quickly upon Song’s features as she listened to him speak, feeling her first attraction to him rising up again, her flanks tingling with the desire for his touch. Arching her neck, the onyx mare watched him with something relating to self-satisfaction, assuming it had been her that had brought out this vicious side in the spotted stud. What could she say? She had a habit of bringing out the best in people. A single word was spoken from the appaloosa stallion when he finally shattered the silence, speaking her name like it had a hidden meaning yet to be discovered. In his small line of speech was some of his pent up cruelty, a threat that was no longer idle. She grinned again and waited impatiently, her features turning cold and taunting as she waited for more. It did not take long for him to continue speaking, causing the mare’s harks to flick forward and her eyes to brighten with her interest in this possible entertainment. When he was finished with his two questions she found herself amused, but content to stay silent for she was not yet provoked to give him an answer. It wasn’t long before the stallion continued talking again, this time re-using that familiar polite tone which now made his words seem ironically sarcastic.

Urumi’s first sentence about her ‘stallion’ clearly surprised the black wench, causing her grin to slip for a brief second as his words hit. Suddenly annoyed she quickly tried to cover up her mistake with a stamp of her hoof against the unyielding turf, the echo of the impact ringing loud and obnoxious in her ears. Her small, curved towers flicked towards her rump as he continued speaking, expression remaining cold and unreadable. Satisfying? Song could have whatever stallion she wanted, her beauty and talent promised that. But was it her fault that whoever was making these fuckers was doing a screw-up job? No, it wasn’t. She hadn’t found a stallion to meet her standards yet, so his question about her inability to seduce a satisfactory czar was irrelevant. So far, he was the first one she had even seen. When he spoke once more Song couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled from her throat, eyes glinting with a mix of fury, disdain, and amusement. He wanted to meet the bastard that held the key to Songs chains, was that it? Shaking her skull as if scorning a child, the mare began to slowly piece together her response. If she indeed did have a stallion Kaemon would not be alive once their conversation was over, and there was a good chance neither would she. Song had learned the hard way you don’t piss of a dark stallion, although it had never kept her from doing over again. Twisting her skull in a innocent, flirty manner she cooed,

“Looks like it’s your lucky day pretty baby... I don’t have one.”

Suddenly he was moving towards her, his small lithe figure just inches from hers. A cunning smile formed upon her features as she waited for him to decide what to do, a brow arched in cynicism. So, was he really planning to get his kicks from the black temptress like he said, or was he only playing the part? She had a feeling they both would be finding out, and probably soon. When his teeth bit down on her flank the mare shivered, wishing he would bite just a little bit harder. Instead though he moved away with a malicious glint in his eyes, seeming to want to charm the mare who was already a willing slave. Smiling sweetly she listened to his last line of speech and nodded, then began to move towards him. Songs first rule was to never touch the stallion first, always wait to be touched; after that though, he was fair game. Snickering to herself she moved to his side, planning to redefine the word inappropriate. As she neared his girth her teeth began to move in small, grooming circles, as soft and tender as a mare would groom her new born babe. As she began to move towards his flank they became harder though, more rough until she was near his sensitive area that shuddered at her touch. Drawing her tongue against the skin there she waited for his reaction, giving up any attempts at keeping herself safe. That task finished she moved towards his skull once more, her body lightly touching his, until her rump was enticingly near his muzzle. With a coy chuckle she sent an obvious challenge to him through her eyes, daring him to fulfill those dark fantasies that roamed recklessly through his skull.

Go ahread darlin'. Share me.

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OoC; Gah. I'm having trouble posting for some reason, sorry! I think i like this one though. Lyrics by Seether, Given.

[kaemon]

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted

A stiff breeze was winding lazily through the trees as the two equines spoke. It washed over Kaemon like cool water, an invisible force that tugged at his body with the inexorable strength of an ancient river. He was unmoved by this little thing, however, his inquisitive mind failing to acknowledge the subtle power of the universe around him. Because the wind was unseen, because it offered no immediate reason for him to acknowledge it, the little stallion took no notice of the way his mane and tail fluttered in the breeze, as delicate as strands of black lace hung out to dry. Kaemon's eyes, glinting like shards of amethyst, noticed only the shape of the black mare standing directly before him. She stayed burned into his vision even as he looked away, a shadow against the many shadows of the trees. The longer he looked at her, the more Kaemon wished the sun would arrive and burn her away.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day pretty baby... I don’t have one,” crooned the mare's voice. Her words dripped temptation like blood into his ears, and instinctively Urumi flicked those ears back, shielding them from such an unpleasant sensation. He could see that, even now, the mare believed she was pleasing him. She believed this was what he wanted to hear coming off her soiled lips. But this statement was a kiss of death as far as Kaemon was concerned; he felt his interest waning with every passing second, and the expression in his eyes slowly faded from one of anticipation to one of disappointement. What a worthless, worthless creature that had slunk right out of the shadows and into his face. On her own, Song would not be enough for him; he didn't care about her. He doubted she would even push him far enough in a fight to make this whole conversation worth it. Urumi wasn't really into fighting mares, anyway. He hadn't been entirely opposed to the idea of hurting her, but Song's only worth had been in the phantom stallion he'd assumed must lurk behind her, and now he found out that she was alone. A box that was wrapped very prettily, but empty once he opened it up.

Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal
Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found

Kaemon's thoughts began to wander as soon as he found he was becoming disinterested with the mare. No longer watching her so closely, he allowed his gaze to fall on other things around him, things like the trees hemming him in or the shafts of sunlight falling like heavy swords through the leaves overhead. One of Kaemon's ears flicked quietly toward Song as she began to move, but he was making a point of ignoring her now, partly because he really didn't care anymore and partly because he hoped he might get some sort of interesting rise from her yet. Urumi was surprised, though, when Song was bold enough to place her mouth on him. He flinched immediately in response to the warmth of her skin, turning his shapely head to look at the mare directly. Something savage glinted in Kaemon's eyes, hatred and disgust twisting his expression into one that made his quiet politeness from before seem like a dream.

Urumi did nothing to the mare for a long moment, but he stood stiffly beside her, his ears pinned and his purple eyes narrowed. She seemed immune to the warning, though, continuing to touch him when such a thing was clearly against the rules. Without speaking, Kaemon twisted his hindquarters in her direction and raised one slender limb. Hardened muscle rippled beneath his dappled white flanks as he did so, and then the stallion kicked at her without bothering to hold back any of his strength. Whether or not the blow connected wasn't Kaemon's intention; he was giving her the last warning he was about to give. It was time Song realized she was mistaken. Time she realized that his anticipation had very little to do with her.

Urumi watched the mare silently as she drew ahead of him. His features had lost their expression once more, as blank as white canvas waiting to be painted. "Go ahread darlin'. Share me," the mare was offering, her gaze teasing. Filth. The word flitted immediately into his mind, and, ignoring Song's hindquarters, Kaemon floated back toward her front end. His slender neck began to form a delicate arch as he moved, his eyes quiet and without laughter as he paused and lifted his muzzle toward her face. He stared up the length of his long nose at the mare. "I'm afraid you don't quite understand me, Miss Song," answered Kaemon quietly. His tone was as even as it had always been, but his eyes were sharper, cutting into her without hesitation. "I am not a slut, even if you are. And unless I am much mistaken, you are incapable of doing anything that might give me pleasure." As he finished, Kaemon tilted his head slightly, and his long forelock shifted to reveal the three scars across the front of his face. Deep lines, each etched in perfect symmetry to the other.

Lying here
Im dying here
Dying here...



ooc // lyrics by Korn; "Love Song." For some reason, I had a really hard time writing this... Must be my lack of sleep catching up with me. Sorry... I hope it makes sense.

[Ryder]

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world

Song;
With a small smile the black femme looked past the Appaloosa stallion before her, observing the trees with a dull interest as they swayed gently in the evening breeze. A few leaves were plucked by the wind as it continued on its course around the trees, the leaves once part of the tree being swept away to where they would eventually shrivel up and die. Night now was slowly closing in on both the trees and the equines as they continued to converse, but now the coal black huntress would welcome its shadows that would sheath her from sight and leave her feeling comforted. Stamping her hoof suddenly she directed herself to the situation she had currently gotten herself into, black eyes attempting to blink into focus on the spotted czar before her. She could sense that their meeting was taking a miserable turn for the worst, but part of her had known that it was destined to fail as soon as he began to talk. She had not predicted that he would be so different though, and so difficult at that. Song watched as his ears flicked backwards when she spoke, and a look of disappointment crossed his face. What, he had only wanted to mess with her for the dark controlling bastard he had assumed to be at her side? What a joke. If one existed the little light bitch who called himself Urumi would be laying lifeless on the ground. With an exasperated sigh the mare lifted her finely chiseled skull toward him, feeling the change of mood immediately and his disgusted gaze on her body even before she met it. As she studied him his disdain attempted to surround her and choke her, to get some sort of reaction to please his masculine little ego. Arching her brow in her own contemptuous attitude, she made it clear through her expression that she really didn’t give a damn.

As she touched him though she watched as his muscular body immediately tensed, his skull swinging around to focus on her. The black belle noted his features carefully and found the hatred there humorous, a laugh lifting easily from her throat. What a hypocrite. Shaking her skull as if mocking a colt she watched as his demeanor became threatening and dangerous, his lavender eyes narrowing, harks pinning tight to his skull. Ignoring his warning though to show what little respect she had for him she continued to touch him anyways, a cruel smirk playing upon her lips as she did so. When he spun his hind quarters toward her she danced away undaunted, but his powerful kick caught her by surprise and lit a spark to the mares temper. Spinning around to face him again Song let a leer mar her attractive features, furious that his bone-breaking kick had come just an inch from her foreleg. As far as Song was concerned he could call her any kind of trash he could think of, but if the bastard thought he could physically damage her and be okay he was severely mistaken. Throwing up her skull and flexing the muscles upon her figure, the mare watched the sadistic stallion before with her earlier intentions forgotten. To her, stallions were play toys and she took pride in using and manipulating them, and she was not even close to a fragile little bitch that could be easily taken over. Song was the user, they were the used. Soon he began to speak so she listened quietly, eyes rolling in a fake good-humor with a fierce smirk upon her lips. Looks like the stallion had a lot to learn for acting as mature and experienced as he did, and one lesson was to not underestimate those around you.

His ever-persistent 'politeness' by adding the word miss to her name made her smile, tail flicking from side to side in impatience as he finished his speech. Incapable? From the haughty way he acted she had begun to wonder if he had even managed to get a taste of the word pleasure. When he finally stopped talking Song let a few minutes pass between them, enjoying the silence as her gaze never wavered from his, her black eyes intense with stifled anger and cruelty. When the mare finally did consider speaking her features had become rather calm, keeping their usual touch of arrogance but spicing it up with a cunning glint in her eyes. The beautiful doe’s head lowered as she looked around though for a brief moment, wondering what she would do after she left this place. Was there any one else who would offer her a bit of entertainment or were they all a stick in the mud like this stallion here? She prayed that there was someone who was just a bit more enticing than him, or she would be forced to once again find somewhere else to play her little games. She did however enjoy playing this one though, the “im so better than you and let me tell you why.” The only problem was Song always lost. Returning her attention back to Urumi, she let a single yawn expel from her jaws before letting her speech slip out. This time though her words were no longer sugar-coated, letting her true spiteful and sarcastic voice that spoke of the Song inside slip out.

True, you may not be a ‘slut’ as you say. However I can proudly say that I’d rather by labeled as a ‘slut’ then a hypocrite, Mr. Kaemon. Your words mean nothing to me though, darling, and I will forget this meeting probably tomorrow. Maybe with any luck, you will to? However since you like pretending your of dark nature I am sure this will eat at you, and your disgust and hatred of me will do nothing but plague you for quite sometime. Unfortunate isn’t it? Anyways pretty boy I wish you the best of luck with that problem of yours, your inability to obtain pleasure from even the most experienced of mares, and well, I’ll see ya around.

With a coy wink and another flick of her obsidian whipcord the mare had turned herself around, and was slowly beginning to make her way out of the Meeting Grounds. It was interesting, this clash with the spotted stud, and although she had not particularly liked him she would never forget him and his character. He was an interesting color amongst so many shades of grey, the only problem was that this time grey was what she had been looking for. Maybe some other day she would have been able to capture his interest a little more, and he hers, but that was not the way things had worked out and Song didn’t really care either way. Something that did not please her though was that she was still alone and thoroughly bored, and would now have to go in search of another being to torture and tease, bringing some entertainment to her incredibly boring stay here. As for him though he was just another experience the onyx matron could better her knowledge with, and she doubted that she had made much of an affect on him either.

OoC: Sorry this took so long! I'm not sure if i like this one, hopefully you do. :]
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