` cold as you

[cineh]

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The light was quickly fading in the sky as my painted silhouette glided down a rather high hillside, picking its way through the loose stones and pebbles that lay hidden beneath the sparse, dry grass. My cracked, hard, sharp-as-a-knife titaniums sliced through the small tree branches that criss-crossed my path every now and then; my finely sculptured cerebrum was held high on a delicately arched serpentine. My slender ligaments seemed too small to belong to someone of my stature, but they had never failed me in all my six years.. except for when I was but a young filly. I do not dwell on the past, though, so I won't go into detail. My dark golden acoustics were tilted backwards, a normal resting place for them, if not flat down on my cranium. I moved stealthily, coming off the hill into a thick cluster of forest. Though there was no clear way through, I made it through, with nothing more than a scratch or two, not like it mattered. My eyes were basically slits, glaring out at the land I now ruled.. along with some tycoon. I did not look foward to meeting this fellow, regardless of how charming he tried to be. Hah, a dark.. charming? Like that could happen. My ice-blue eye rolled skyward, then back to the invisible path before me. I was now in a not so dense thicket, full of thorns and sharp objects. As usual, I ignored them. I did not give a flip about my appearance, and if anyone tried to tell me I should make myself look better because I was Queen, well, they better hope they can dodge fast. Who cares how pretty or ugly I am? So I'm the Queen of Darks. That doesn't mean I have to prep myself up like a Light. Ugh.

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I honestly had no idea where I was going. I was simply wandering aimlessly through the lands I now ruled, perhaps hoping to come upon some random, left behind creature to kill. I was, for some reason, almost trembling with rage, but for what, I do not know. Perhaps it was that ol' so-called wizard deep inside my body, banging on his cage and letting his anger and frustration vent up through my head. This was very well possible, and I didn't doubt it. I slammed a front hoof down, crushing some small mammal or something in the process. Oh well, I thought, they reproduce faster than I can run. There'll be more. I began to trot, my smooth gait like the gentle waves licking at an ocean's shore. Each leg moved in rhythm to the one opposite, never missing a beat or stumbling. My multi-colored but dirty tail floated behind me, like a flag lifted by a gentle wind. I was not beautiful, I knew that much, but much better-looking than some of those stupid horses that roamed this land. Some were just downright hideous. A slight smirk creased my dried, cracked lambrums as I slowed to a walk once more.

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There, in the distance, seemed to be another equine. I couldn't tell what color it was, for the sun had sunk deep behind the scraggly trees that seemed to serve as a barrier for the dark and neutral lands. My tiara lifted, then tilted, my multi-colored eyes squinting in the growing darkness, trying to see if what I was really looking at was an equine, and if so, who was it? I ventured closer, though I was still a few miles away. Ah, there we go. I could now see random patches of ivory which were quite easy to see in the darkness. Surely they saw me, for like them, I was painted with two different colors, including ivory. Oh, screw it, I shouldn't be standing here waiting to be noticed. I'm the freaking queen. If they had any brains they would have already approached me and bowed down. Hah! What an idiot. I shook my head, rolling my eyes. Well, I guess I may as well go to them, otherwise I may just say something bad unintentionally if they came to me first. I set off toward the black (or so it appeared) and white equine, and as I drew closer I realized that it was not black but a dark grey. And.. ugh, great. A vagabond. Of course, another matriarch would have been worse, but still. Who was this guy? Perhaps he was the so-called king of darks? I stood there, waiting. I didn't say a word, just glared at him with one of the many angry faces of Terryn. If looks could kill, the poor fellow would be dead. I grew agitated, and without thinking, words slipped from my tongue. Cat got your tongue, huh, bxstard? I snarled, stepping forth from the shadows as a large grey cloud floated over the half-moon. Not the nicest greeting for the sovereign that was most likely the King, but I didn't care.


WC; 851
notes; Suckiest post ever. Sorry Sonata. She's being a b**** too, so sorry for that too xD

[sonata]

ATROPHY

NO COLORS ANYMORE

Book: Cold As You

Chapter One: Changing Times, New Lands.s

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Cold as you would be an incorrect allegation, for the weather could never be as cold as I. Although, the newness of spring seemed to be oh so fearful of letting go of the icy chillness that was in alliance with the name of the dreaded winter months. Wind was a not so courteous god, his hand constantly beating away at the sullen pines and dark, brand new vegetation or running through the wiry tendrils erupting from the bases of horses’ haunches or along their curved boas. Rain was something that came and went with the solar and lunar gods, sometimes intermingling with a slushy frozen mixture called snow. Spring was definitely a horrid season, in my mind at least. All the little ass kissers were running around, the males throwing themselves into the air and screaming about love and protection and all that nonsense. The lands were quite lovely, well in my warped perspective at least. Tangled brush, thorn filled forests, dried lands, fallen vegetation; it all sounds so perfect to me, of course, to the ass kissers it would sound like hell on earth – which a few lucky ones would get to experience upon my raids of their lands – oh how lucky they would be, to survive, that is.

Chapter Two: Love Ideologies

Cold as you would be an incorrect allegation, for you could never be as cold as I. Love; it could be a verb or a noun, whatever you wish, but in my opinion, ninety nine percent of the time it was fake. A word tossed around, not a valued item to be cherished – of course, I really couldn’t care less and honestly I still to this day am not sure if I believe in the enormity of this word. Love, from what I have herd, is something that is felt, not thought – and honestly, at the moment I was not willing to feel anything for any female, but only time could tell – maybe a stellar dark lady would sweep him of his feet, not literally of course.

Chapter Three: Sights Seen and Unseen

Dark carcass was stationed in a central position about the barren lands, the minimal patches of alabaster icing seeming to glare in the dim light of the lunar body. He really was an odd looking creature, with the dark grey patches merging with the white and fading to an almost ebonite color at some points. ‘Cursed’ as he was, many from his alliance, those who shared the same mind path as he, didn’t find his colouration anything to worry about – more they seemed to worry about his strength, which was good, his muscle tone, again good, and his strategic brain power, again very, very good. From afar one would assume he was the typical wild, painted bastard, black and white most likely – it wasn’t until your carcass moved forward and your liquids focused that it would be visible that I was not so painted. My grey and white hide may not be beautiful, but it was a rarity, and although I have thrown no foals to date, when I do, I am sure to throw a small painted devil, the colors unknown to even me – or so they say.

Chapter Four: Reactions to the Lady

A single equine was visible upon the horizon. The dense fog and hassling wind made my visionaries have to work extra hard to take pictures that were clear enough to see her alabaster and crimson pelt. She wasn’t the nicest looking of equines, yet he wasn’t one to talk, for he was the ‘cursed’ of the equines with his odd colored pelt – whom with the title he had now acquired – would soon be littered in scars; small pendants for those he crushed, something to show there mother in heaven. As she approached, lip was given immediately. So she must be the queen, for no other would dare give him, the king, lip, other than the one he was doomed to spend his reign with. His auduals were in their natural position when the b.itch spoke, but he allowed them to snap forward as he took in her lyrics. cat got your tongue, huh, bastard? Oh how funny she must think she was. A snort was released through his larger than average nares. Yes, he had the large nares that naturally came with the title of thoroughbred, racer blood.

Chapter Five: Responses to the Lady

It took a lot for my eyes not to skyrocket, instead I turned, my ass in her face as I moved a few steps away before turning around and eyeing her with direct superiority. Who was she to think that her greeting was fit for a king? It obviously was not, for otherwise my eyes would not be sparkling and dancing with amusement. Part of me wished to be the sarcastic ass that I was at heart, but in the off chance that this b.itch was the new queen of the satanics, he had to keep her within control – or within reach of companionship at least, for two darks who despised one another would not be good leaders.
A grunt of amusement sounded as I raised my thick cranium, my dark silver colored orbits slipping over her matted frame. ”And you are?” No, I was not going to be polite, and the attitude I gave her was an obvious statement of that. Again my optics slipped over her red and white frame, my dark lashes obstructing my view, but no worse than that of my thick silver and black forelock, an obstruction that lied within my view constantly, only being removed when my cranium was shaken viciously. Dark carcass’s muscles were quivered as the feel of a single pest rested just below my sloping withers. It didn’t take long for the single pest to decide that his resting place on my back was not somewhere he really wanted to be, and within moments I was aloud to stop my muscles from quivering, as I felt its departure. Maybe this female wouldn’t be the dark queen, and I could shake her as easily as I did the pest.


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I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK

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[cineh]

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My painted stature swayed slightly in a warm, moist wind that almost promised rain. Here I was, about to meet the sovereign I was supposed to rule these desolate with, and the first words I say are rude and arrogant. He probably thought I was some little whxre, come to make fun of him, but I assumed he knew better than that. Who else but the Queen would mouth off to him like that? No one, that's who. The other darks knew their rightful place, and they also knew that saying something like I did to the King would be an instant plea for being harmed, if not killed or banished. But I was the queen, and I ruled this place as much as he did, and therefore I could say anything I wanted. The haze and mist were playing tricks with my dark eyes, allowing me to see the painted bxstard once, then hiding him again. I was not afraid of him, so please don't think I am. I am now the queen, remember, and why should I be afraid of my king? Maybe if I was a slave or something, yeah, then I'd have a good reason to be afraid. But I was far from a stupid little slave, and I didn't plan on declining in the social status any time soon. My painted silhouette stood rigid, not tense, but just alert. I was basically relaxed besides that. I had been through it all, and nothing this bxstard did would scare me. My scarlet melarkies could hear him around me, even though my eyes could not see him. I'm sure he was wondering how I could say something so rude to someone with so high a position, but, as stated before, I am the queen. I have every right to state my opinion.

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I heard him get closer, obviously to catch the unnecessary words i had thoughtlessly tossed to him. I heard his obviously large nares flare, snorting in apparent annoyance. Ah, so i've angered him. Great. You see, I did not plan on becoming close to him, or anyone for that matter. I had never loved, and I honestly doubted I could. I had never been shown affection, and perhaps that's the reason I was so mean. I couldn't help it. It was just in my genes, and the fact that I had lived a solitary life didn't help at all. And perhaps some of the anger from my old friend Cine had rubbed off on me. If you thought I was mean, just wait til ol' Cine gets in your face. She knows she is royalty, whether you think the same or not. She's not afraid of what others think of her. She states her opinion whenever she wants to, and if the equine she's talking to gets upset and tries to harm her, she will fight back until she wins or dies. Cine never gave up, I knew, and I wanted to be like that. Maybe one day she would stumble upon this land, and we could wreak havoc together. But for now, the only companion I had was this Atrophy fellow, and I guessed that I may as well attempt a little conversation. After all, he and I were to rule together. That wouldn't work if we hated each other, now, would it? Maybe he could even capture the minuscule shard of what you'd assume was a heart inside my ribcage, though that was unlikely. My silhouette's position changed from relaxed to alert in a millisecond, as the painted bxstard emerged through the haze. At first glance, he was faded nigrescent and dirty ivory, nothing special. But as he grew closer, I realized that instead of the faded ebon, he was a dark grey, though still splashed with dirty white patches throughout. So. The queen and king both are unusual colors. That ought to make one unique little tyke, eh? I sblack personed silently. I doubted that would happen any time soon. Unless of course, he forcebred me.. which would be a bit stupid if you ask me. Besides, I had been forcebred several times before and I merely killed the fxcking result without a thought. Only if I was actually allies with the sire would I consider sparing the thing. My dark occuli rolled upward, sending all those thoughts away. Before we even think of creating an heir to the throne, we should probably become friends, if nothing else.

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My almost-lifeless pools aimlessly stared at him, waiting for a reply. I was in no hurry, mind you, for where else did i have to go? Well.. I did want to meet the King that was over both me and the boy before me, but that would come in time. My labrums parted, and a long, almost inaudible sigh was expelled. I almost wanted to be nice to this bxstard. I was tired of playing the mean old witch. Some little part of me wanted to be able to love. But I kept that little part pushed down. I would not end up like those sappy little lights or neutrals who fawned over every bxstard they came in contact with. They always ended up being forcebred or a slave or something like that. Love wasn't worth the heartache, nor the trouble. I had learned that from Cine. She knew. She had loved before. Yet she said that she had been let down every time. And I listened to her. I didn't want to end up like the worn out, broken down mares that trudged behind their so-called lovers. I knew the minds of stallions; Cine had explained it all to me. Stallions, she said, would pretend to love the whxres, but once the mares were screwed and breeding was no longer fun for the boys, they just cast the mares behind them until the next spring. I didn't want to end up like that. Of course, I was the queen, and this fellow had no right doing that to me. I sighed again, turning my attention back to him. My occuli hardened once more, glaring at him. I was not going to put on a pity act in front of this vagabond; no way. I knew better than that. And he was waiting for an answer to his question. My serpentine lifted, and I gave one of those I-could-care-less looks. But I still replied to his interrogation. Terryn. The Dark Queen. I snapped, still glaring at him. I was quiet for a minute, searching for his name on my list. I knew it, as I knew every dark's name in the land of Equivation. Not knowing my subjects' names would be pitiful, and not knowing the king's name was worse. And you, are Atrophy. The Dark King. I didn't feel like wasting my time on introductions, so I saved him the breath of telling me who he was. I knew. I studied him silently, noticing his annoyed stature. He seemed to hope that I was someone else. Someone other than the dark queen that he was doomed to rule with. A smirk creased my labrums as I realized this, and I grew slightly smug. Well, Atrophy, if you don't like me, that's just too bad, because it's not like you have the power to replace me. Only Riddle does. Though, I suppose that we should at least attempt to get along, but I'll leave that part up to you, because I've said enough already. I'm not a big talker, so don't expect a long conversation. Now, hurry up and reply, boy. I've got a kingdom to run.



WC; 1,306
notes; yeahh, she's got a lot of stuff running through her mind. She'll eventually be nice to him, don't worry xD

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[sonata]

Ill reply soon, my comps down. And I rly don't wanna write a 1k post on y blackberry. Also, I - the roleplayer - am Sonata. My char - the dark king - is Atrophy.

[cineh]

mkay, take your time; no rush

and i soo knew that. [slapsself] I tend to be a bit scatterbrained sometimes. I fixed it in my post!