Take Me [:Break Me:] (Dark)

[Andromeda]

Like a phantom in the night, it slunks along, as silent as the grave. For love is like a fickle friend, that appears at the most inopportune times to those who scorn it as an illusion. Slowly, stealthily it creeps along, cackling like some mad beast who has taken it's foe prisoner; until, with a scream of rage and regret, the foe falls to the ground writhing, screaming toward the heavens; or perhaps the pits of Hell. For love is a truly dangerous disease of the mind, body, and spirit; it weakens you, lowering your defenses against something even more horrid; compassion. Compassion for the other. And though one may scream and writhe, calling upon the devil to take them, quickly, before anyone finds out. Death would be preferable, in the eyes of those destined to be damned, then to be chained to another by the sin of love.
Iron ivory pillars struck the earth with a dainty step, pulling up and down to the rhythm of Satan's bidding. Delicate barrel heaved, not from exhaustion, but from pure exhilaration that comes of seeing others being foolish. Defined skull was tapered down to a fine point, salmons flaring to take in the hated scent of those no darker then the sunlight that streamed like a curse through the meadows. Carbon was released into the atmosphere as war-sharpened flints tore at the terra firma below, as if the very grass were an enemy yet to be conquered. Boa arched and fell with the motion, tresses lifting and falling with the rhythms of movement, while ill-fated banner stretched taught behind solid muscled quarters. Most menacing of all, lips pulled back to reveal ivories, which may or may not have been stained red with the blood of fools; and the orbs. Orbs were like steaming pools of hatred, which shone black under good circumstances, but which turned a fiery crimson in the light of battle. The devil's princess had arrived; and she meant Hell.

†

Scorn painted the facade of the seductress as she looked upon those that all of the swarthy alliance considered below them; those light, never-do-bad fools, who would rather face the pits of fire then do some injustice to another. Idiots. They had no more sense then a new-born foal, and even the stupidest infant had more sense then that filth. Still, it was amusing to watch them writhe beneath you, begging for their sorry lives while you stood over them, dealing mortal blows. Only the very young and helpless were to be spared, for possibly they might be turned to sides of greater intent, but even on occasion that proved hopeless, and so they were set out as bait for the young darks to practice their blows upon. It was a petty game, but one she enjoyed to play over and over again. Each blow raising her upon a new level of this hobby. But even if they were turned, they were never worth more then a servant's scapegoat, a piece of recycling gone bad. They were mental, all of them.
Sneer twisted the features of the ess as she observed the most pitiful sight of a light steed trying to coax a mare along to his home with wheedling tones. "Please, Sumatra, come with me! For thine own heart has seen nothing more beautiful in all my days upon this sun-drenched earth. Pray tell, do you feelings for me equal my own for you?" the bay steed begged, passing his ivories in a most disgusting way over the fae's boa. With a dramatic role of her crimson orbs, the fae cackled menacingly, pillars moving in to partake in the fun. Her voice high and taunting, the fae spat out lyrics in such poisonous fashion that it is sworn that the leaves on a near-by bush withered and died. "Oh, Romeo, please, please take me home! I so desire your gallant company, even though you are a stupid as your words. Oops, did I say that out loud?"
An un characteristic giggle followed that, as the ivory fae's flints slashed down once, twice, leaving the steed still on the ground. The light fool gave a scream of despair, falling forth to find any signs of life. Another cackle, another corpse laying still in a crimson pool of blood.


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With only a slight disturbance to the atmosphere, the triumphant fae paced off, her carcass pointed toward a stand of dark, bug-filled trees. The sun seemed the shine less as she approached, darkening her pelt so that it seemed somehow more mysterious, more lethal. Horizon became dull in the distance, the abyss engulfing her more and more with each proud step taken into the blackening night. Audits twitched, listening for any other signs of life, while darkened salmons flared a trail of steam into the atmosphere. A smirk told her that the stand was deserted, much to her satisfaction; she wanted no one to compete with her. Being began to swivel, banner raised to send off her scent in hopes of attracting a steed with a heart as swarthy as her own. Now, she wasn't looking for love by any means; love was an illusion, to be scorned by those who held power. No, she was merely looking for an opportunity to sedate her desires, for blood and for matrimony. Perhaps here, she would find such pleasures. Smirking, the fae's boa curled upward, raising her skull to the sky as an eerie squeal was emitted into the atmosphere, the harsh, grating sound echoed throughout the lands, calling forth all those who wished to make an attempt for her virtue. The deed done, Cadaver settled back into the shadows, awaiting her dark-hearted savior.

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O ; ;

b e c a r e f u l w h a t y o u d o ; ;

A consistent, annoyingly rhythmic, yet cliche beat, thumped out across the earthen floor, as obsidians tossed up pieces of dead leaves and dirt, and tossed them carelessly into the shallow air. Audits twitched, rolled back upon a spottled cranium, and pressed forward. Scents mingled, and danced upon the lonely essence of the land, as though seeking companions to draw forth under false pretenses, and swallow them whole. The muscles of the brute rolled lightly, pressing against the prison that held them captive, as strong appendages mustered what energy they had, and released them down each appendage to the connected obsidian. Almond orbs looked unwaveringly ahead, never once, out of curiosity or any other reason, looking to the side or behind. If something were to catch this beast's disordered attention, it would catch it before he approached, or it would obviously not catch it at all. The silence rang out, deafly, and ominously. It was as though the world had taken to a mute path, which seemed pleasant to the creature. The sounds that would normally echo off of the audits of every beast, were annoyingly consistent most of the time. But for once, if just this once, they hushed their mutterings, as though obeying an unspoken command. And just when this beast would have thought himself obeyed by the silence, something disturbed it, and shattered it, and ripped it to pieces. Something, somewhere, dared to voice itself, or rather, herself to the world. And at once, everything disappeared. The crunch of obsidians against the earth sounded loudly, along with the clenching of of muscles, and the flick of tresses. Sweat gleamed from the spottled body, that would otherwise not be notice. But, since the trance was broken, why should any one thing go unnoticed?

And on pure instinct, the creature turned, and thrust it's entire bodice in the direction of the noise. This creature was certainly going to get a piece of Surgio's mind, whether she'd meant to disturb him or not. His chorded neck rolled down to his chest, before swinging to the side, as his obsidians hit the ground in doubled motions, the steady rhythm broken within a moments. Almond eyes now shown from the dark sockets, or rather shown out more prominently, as they sought out this creature. And though the darkness might be hindering his greater senses, Surgio was bound and determined to find this nymph. After all, she been bold when she'd disturbed his perfect silence. Although she probably had no clue she'd done so. It didn't matter. As thickheaded as this brute could be, he certainly was going to take action, whether it was right or wrong. Why? Because Surgio wasn't a creature to ignore things that annoyed him, or disturbed him. He was the kind that faced a threat head on. And if that threat prevailed? He'd simply turn about and return the threat. Perhaps Surgio was not the most threatening creature to enter the world, but he certainly was the most determined. And so what if others saw that as a flaw, rather than an added blessing? Those were the ones who looked fear in the face and said 'Ok, I give up!'.

Velvets parted as appendages shifted and sent obsidians to a skidding halt. This was where the creature was, this shadowy abode. He felt it in his bones. Forelock hung over the deep sockets, as nares flared to inhale the clean oxygen that infested this place. After taking in as much as possible, Surgio exhaled, sending an extra dose of carbon into the surrounding air. Lyrics rang out in a deep octave, as Surgio made his presence and determination known. That was quite disturbing, dear, and it broke my daze. Have you never heard that silence is golden? I suppose you wouldn't have. But if you'll step out from your abode and face me, I'll gladly teach you just how golden silence is. I was enjoying the silence, until you interrupted it. and then in a heavier, angrier octave And silence is not exactly what this hideous place is known for. So, as amazing as it may sound, when silence does seem to encompass this place, some would prefer to enjoy it. Raising a front appendage, he scraped one obsidian against the ground, as he tossed his head and bared his ivories.

e v e n w h e n y o u d o n t k n o w y o u ' r e d o i n g i t ; ;

[sonata]

the coming of A T R O P H Y is imminent.

[Andromeda]

Ah, silence. Such a pleasure, such a curse. Now, what good is silence when that time of serenity could be much better spent listening to the agonized screams of lights as they writhed out their sorry lives beneath you? What good was silence, if you could kill a couple of in pure ones while the mocking bird sung it's song? For, to this Essa there was no sweeter silence on earth then the silence of those you had slain yourself. The blood, pumped out of the veins by a palpating heart, rushing over the lands with a long, low swish; the grass would remain forever stained by the blood, for so impure was the crimson fluid that no plant could grow beneath it. The last squeals of ravaged lungs were music to her ears, and the snap of breaking bone rang throughout the atmosphere. As far as she was concerned, the only kind of silence deserving of her attentions was the kind that only death held. The kind after your enemy had been slain by your very flints...[/color]

†

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The gentle, careworn buzz of flies penetrated the steamy air, and ivory banner flicked the little bitting pests from the fae's flanks. Orbs were half closed, almost as if the ivory fae was dozing, un-alert. But, it was during these times that Cadaver was the most alert, the most focused on what was going on around her being. Audits flicked in harmony to the silence, which she could now enjoy; for she had slain two impure ones today, and was counting her blessings; silence could now be achieved, since there were no longer any sniveling, cowardly lights in residence. The thick, almost painful silence of death hung around the air, penetrating even the thickest mind with it's threat. The grasshoppers, who had been serenading the so-called lovers a moment before, had now fallen silent by the lull of death. Skull was shaken, barrel moving in and out in the rhythm of life's breath, carbon released into the atmosphere by flickering salmons. One hind pillar was c.ocked, resting on the ground by the flint. Banners still lay to one side, intoxicating pheromones catching the attention of those who knew the scent well; the scent of a virgin.

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Bodice stiffened, audits pricked high at the sound of approaching hoof beats, while orbs were focused on what lay ahead. Ah, so one steed was taking the bait, was he? Well, who wouldn't? She was a flower, a stalking tiger Lilly, who hadn't yet been plucked from her stem. Her scent, her scent would tell them all they needed to know about such things, pulling them in like foolish fish who have been netted. For it is a great passion, and sometimes a hobby, for a steed the pluck the flower from the stem; a plate of food is most appealing when no one has touched it, taken a taste of it's bounty. Ah, the life of a virgin...

Curtains closed over orbs, flicking back up just as quickly. The steed was approaching her hideaway, his dark-hued barrel heaving with... anger? Smirk took it's place upon the maw of the fae, prose passing over her facade. So, she had done something wrong, had she? Well, he wouldn't be so hissy for long. For Cadaver knew just enough to put him in his place, with a little extra room for wriggling. Bodice took on a relaxed state, while heady scent perfumed the air. Eyebrows raised high in anticipation, Cadaver waited for the lyri that seemed yet to come, though the steed was a good few feet away from her now.
"That was quite disturbing, dear, and it broke my daze. Have you never heard that silence is golden? I suppose you wouldn't have. But if you'll step out from your abode and face me, I'll gladly teach you just how golden silence is. I was enjoying the silence, until you interrupted it." Smirk spread wider across the facade of the ess. So he was complaining about the noise was he? Well, if he hadn't been so intent on belittling her, he might have noticed the a new silence had taken it's place upon the lands. Condescending twitch took it's place, while the steed reeled off more irrelevant lyri.
And silence is not exactly what this hideous place is known for. So, as amazing as it may sound, when silence does seem to encompass this place, some would prefer to enjoy it.
The soft swish of a banner cut through the stony silence that hung between them, delicate pillars moving forth toward the so-called steed. With merly a slight crunch of the icy grass beneath, Cadaver stepped out of her little shadow, pausing just out of reach of the steed's fore-pillars and teeth. Light smirk painted her maw, while her eyes flicked up to his for the briefest second, a stunning crimson, before they were pulled down by the gravity of her mind. Kissers parted to reveal newly-bloodied ivories, while tantalizing lyri smoked a hole in the little cloud her heat-scent made. Silence? I dear say, if you were not so intent on blaming someone other then yourself, you might have noticed why this place has such a deadly tint to it? Or why the grasshoppers have stopped singing their lovely serenade? If you had not been so intent on...What was it? Me? you might have noticed the blood of the impure staining the ground not where you stood just seconds before." Banner swung, and the ess gave the steed time to consider her words, before returning to the attack. "Show me what silence is, are you? Well, perhaps if your skull wasn't stuck into the ground, you might have noticed what an opportunity you are passing up.

Orbs flicked upward, catching his eye with all their crimson charm, before flicking downward once more; the act of infatuation. Yes, it was an act; although it was so perfect, so well timed, that even the most hardened steed would have fallen to his knees for her favors. Bodice shifted, a small whiff of her sweet perfume drifting in the steed's direction, while eyebrows were raised coyly, daring him to challenge her. She had been in many a fight in her time; let him see that she was no soft, pampered pansy, but a hardened and ruthless warrior.[/color]

ooc: I hopes that's ok. I havn't got the hang of darks yet...

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O

d e a t h i s n o t d a r k
d e a t h i s a p a r t o f l i f e
y o u ' v e d o n e n o m o r e
t h a n p u t o n e o u t o f

a m i s e r y i w o u l d h a v e m a d e t h e m e n d u r e ; ;

Smirk plastered to parted velvets, as vocals swelled to emit laughter from the deep octave of the beast. Almond orbs looked intently at the desolate nymph before the. Truly she thought she'd done a dark deed! Though, most in her spot, would have thought the same. Obsidian scarped dry earth, and cranium lowered, and then slung back, his throat heaving with laughter. His heart clenched, and beat faster than it had when his obsidians had raced across the earth. Tresses flew back with the steady movement of the beast. His jaw flexed, silently popping, as ivories slammed shut, swallowing the heavy gush of laughter. Considering what this beast had seen in his life, and endured in his life, this had sent a new humor to him. And though it seemed that he found it so humorous that he couldn't stop laughing for a moment to catch his breath, he didn't. In fact, he laughed only half at the scene before him. The rest of his insatiable humor came from the thoughts that followed the realization of the scene. All too often did 'dark beats' think that killing made them dark. Lights killed all of the time. Whether for self defense, or what they felt was right. But darks? Only a true dark could go without bragging about death. And, though Surgio had killed before, he found that killing was not a part of being dark. Being dark was not being afraid of things that should scare one. Being dark meant that death was no big deal. If you could accept the fact that death was just a part of life, than you could call yourself a true dark. Not that Surgio would boast that he felt he was. On the contrary. If others couldn't notice it for themselves, or come to the assumption, than it didn't matter.

Death was sacred. It was a part of life. Life is hard for all, no matter what alliance they choose. Therefore, to kill someone because their 'pure' and think that you did a good job. Well. Them enduring their miserable lives as lights, well, that was what a true dark would have done. Let them live. If they come face to face with one pure at heart, and let them live, they have the satisfaction. For the pure of heart are easily scared. And when one is easily scared, they tend to fear the darkness, and the shadows, and every bump in the night, or whisper in the wind. Tossing up his heavy skull, his velvets parted and his vocal chords swelled once more, as he released his octave onto the dark scene. My dear. Did you not know? Death is sacred. Everyone endures it. Life is just miserable for the poor lights, because WE, you and I and our kind, make it this way. By killing one, the only thing you have accomplished is putting them out of a misery that you should have let them endure. But looking at the scene once more, he was reminded of his own brush with death.

Would killing me make you happy? her soft velveteen octave uttered out through the air. Her thin bodice quivered, as if she were afraid to move. Her voice was a mere whisper. She was a picture of perfection. Dark to the bone. A breaker of hearts, and Babylonian princess. She was no more than a wench. How could you take something that someone else wanted, and destroy it? Of he course he wanted her dead. He wanted to cause her death. He wanted to be the reason for every gasp of pain, every snap of a bone, and every ounce of crimson that would spill from her.

Of course it would. You know that Tryst. You always have. The moment you went with him, and turned away from me, you knew you would die. Whether by him or by me. Either way you were bound for death. Surgio's octave had rung out, solemnly, strangely void of the sweet emotions he should have felt.

Tryst nodded, and seemed to gather her courage, as she submitted himself to his desire. Death was never escaped. Even she knew that. It was a game of cat and mouse. Death was the cat, and the living the mouse. And some could go a very long time without being caught, and some only a short while. But it caught all eventually, and took them home to their eternal rest. Everyone knew it as a true fact. I know Surgio. I knew. But you know me... she laughed slightly nervously and slightly ironically I'm always doing stupid things...

Yes. You are. Surgio had said, not regretting the words, while, at the same time, wishing he could take them back.

And that had been the end of Tryst. And the end of a somewhat normal life for Surgio. Shaking his skull, his orbs flickered back to the nymph, taking in her scent without wanting to. A stab of desire flowed through him, but, somehow, he managed to hide it. Sighing, he stepped forth You may call me Surgio, Dictator of Ambosnia. Forgive me for lashing out so. I was merely reacting to a strong desire for quiet. It's not often that I'm blessed with a place void of lights and such, who banter and prattle on like sissies. Smirking lightly at the crimson that caught his orbs, he almost whispered, in a heady octave And does my little murderer have a curse?

ooc; In ref. to the Babylonian thing. Babylon is supposed to be a kingdom full of whores. So, yeah...

[Andromeda]

Ah, but I see you are misinformed! Dear one, death is not any more sacred then life. It only depends on where your going. To Heaven or Hell? That is the question one should be asking...

Coy brows rasied high at the steed's mocking laugher, flints digging into the soft terra beneith them. Banner lashed in anger, as the steed's searing lyrics caut a path through her brain-pan, orbs scorching into his own. Fool! Did he not see that death was no difforent then life, but worse for those who's life had been so perfect on earth? Harks pinned flat against her snowy skull, kissers pulling back to reveil blood-stained ivories; snarl began to build in the essa's throat, while hind quarters bunched for purchase. It was all for show, of coarse; there would be not point in ending the sufforings of the stallion before her. But, this follish one needed a little leson in being polite to the ladies; for it is not polite, nor even remotly advisable to laugh at one so very dangerous.

With a great thrust of pure power the fae lauched, her being flying through the atmosphere with all the grace and forboding a dark ess holds in her power. Boa stretched forth, ivories aimed for the harks of the steed, skull twisting her being about in a tight swath. Pearls came closed with a dry snap, mear hairs away from the laughing steed's ear, though leaving not one scratch or blemish upon him. With a twist, the bodice of the essa sailed scross the clearing, pillars placing themselves in the smae spot where they had stood just seconds before. Compleate serenity returned to her features; not a ripple of emotion crossed her features as her pearly banner brushed across her un-dampened flanks. Of coarse, it was to be expected; steeds only thought of themselves, never taking a fae's oppinions into account. Though, of coarse, she could care much less. They were only put on earth for her pleasure, not to listen to her petty problems. But, if she was going to take up residence with this steed he'd have to learn to at least show a little respect. After all, he was getting her virginity, if he wished it. And Cadaver had never known a steed who passed up a chance at an unbitten fruit.

Once she had lived elsewhere, in a land which was now forgotten to her memories. Most of her herd had been made up of mares; steeds being somewhat hard to come by (decent ones, at least). Now, she had once had an older sister who had scoffed at any steed that dared to take a fancy to her... Untill one day. The steed war large, his coat a deep ebon hue, and his soul almost darker then her own. Her sister was smitten with him imeadiatly, and him with her; though only because she was stiil untasted. He had spirited her away to some dark, dank place, and Cadaver had never bothered to track her down. For, you see, Cadaver had been as close to her sister as she had ever been to anyone; and, though she hated to admit it to herself, from then onward she had known him onyl as "Public Enemy #1". Soon after that, Cadaver had left, setting off to seek her own fortune here. And it was standing right before her.

Audits twitched, taking in the steed's lyri, his voice deep and rosounding in her brain pan. You may call me Surgio, Dictator of Ambosnia. Forgive me for lashing out so. I was merely reacting to a strong desire for quiet. It's not often that I'm blessed with a place void of lights and such, who banter and prattle on like sissies. Smirk made it's way across her painted maw; so he was feeling her spell, was he? Good. It ment that she wouldn't be left stanind here, waiting for one who was probably more foolish then he was. There is nothing to be forgiven, Surgio; though I daresay, you give the lights a little too much credit then they're worth. Well, she couldn't be too accomodating. Harks pricked once more, listening to the deep, steady rythm of his voice ans he spoke once more. And does my little murderer have a curse? Smir grew ever eider upon her facade; so he was acnologing her power, was he? Well, he would be rewarded for this little bit of insanity. Coy lyri were emited, dripping with muffled poinsen as kissers moved in time to the beat. As it so happens, this little murderer does have a cursing. Pillars brought her forth, till her velvets were brushing lightly against his dark-hued ear. They call me Broken Cadaver. she whispered, befor epulling herself slowly away. Sashaying across the clearing, she took her place before him, emiting a bit of her perfume as she spoke her final piece. Though you may simply call me Cadaver if you like. Banner twitched, orbs holding a light teasing crimson as she waited for his next move.[/color]

ooc: Ug, not long or good. Sorry, I didn't have time to spell check it.

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O

m y w e a k n e s s i s
t h a t i c a r e t o o m u c h

Audits pricked and flickered forth, not startled by the nymph's sudden bout of hostility. Indifferance flickered into the almond stained orbs, as they watched the fae settle back, as if the scene hadn't happened. It wouldn't be the first time this beast had imagined the hostility between him and aother creature, so it certainly wouldn't be a surprise if this fae hadn't so much as moved an inch in the few moments they spoken. Cranium dipped lightly, snort ruffling from within expanding nares, as the beast stepped forth only a scant step, keeping his natural distance from this fiend, as he would any other. Vocals expanded, emitting his thick ocatve, hardly laced with the small bit of desire that he felt towards thi s nymph. As obsidian press against the earth and scraped backwards to the hind obsidian, lyrics pressed out. No matter how harmless an enemy may seem, it is wisest to think of the worst they can do, or the worst you could put them through. Why kill them, and send them to their...heaven, if that's what they believe, when letting them live side by side, in a world that will be ruled by the darks, would be a misery no hell would ever put them through? You must not always seek the logical answers, but the illogical too. But enough of that subject, it bores me too much. Audits twitched at the remembrance of her name, as it flowed through his mind, in a way that made it feel familiar. But it wasn't, and Surgio knew thus. This chit-chat, or their banterings about lights and callings and such were beginning to annoy this already impatient beast. Raising his chorded neck above his bodice, he looked down at the nymph before him. Her white pelt rebelled against her dark nature, and her velvets lined with a deep crimson hue. The crimson could not only be seen, but also inhaled. It's scent the crisp salty, yet rusty, remains of a life that once needed it to survive. As impossible as it seemed, the thought of someone else's crimson pon the another's velvets or ivories, did not seem to sicken Surgio. After all, he himself had suckled from the life of another. He himself had done away with something that was certainly useless. The only thing, Tryst had ever done for him, was make life harder.

Hind tassels twitching, the beast opened his velvets once more, his deep octave ringing out again, with the poison laced lyrics that flowed through his ivories. Broken Cadaver? The name is befitting, and oddly familiar. I have not known another with the same name, but I do not know you. Your trickeries are vast, are they not? Muscles twitched lightly, as his almond orbs flickered over her entire being once more, as if trying to memorize her. Not that he would have to, for he'd already decided that she'd be his. And even if she declined to go with him, it wouldn't be hard to use brunt force, if he had to. A sigh escaped his vocals, as his orbs turned to the scenery around them. This place was an eyesore, compared to Imbosnia. That black lake made it feel like home, with no sunlight to penetrate it. Turning his cranium back pon the vix, his lyrics rang out, thickly, almost needingly, as he hurried the pace of their meeting. This idle chit-chat bores me. I should be more inclined to remain here and speak with you, but what is the use when you are coming home to Imbosnia? He'd said such in a nondisbuting way, daring her to decline him. Daring her to wish to remain unclaimed.


count; 619 or so
completion; completed
comments; I know it's really short and sucky, but I'm kinda in a rush. I've got a limit of time, and I'll have a limit for a few days. Until I get finished with my stupid Desk Top Publishing report at school... -Will make up for it later-

[Andromeda]

The large steed seemed confused by her fake show of hostility; even stranger, he seemed to put it aside like it had never happened. Well, that was interesting. Most steeds would have pressed her, pursued useless memories in order to prove that they were right. Still more would have attacked her, making very heartfelt attempts to end her life. But Cadaver was not fool; at the slightest sign of attack she would have whiffled aside, twisting about harmlessly until the opposite party was existed. And if they felt like going further... Well, she wasn't a delicate little flower to be plucked a crushed to death. She would have ended their life with a simple snap of her jaws, let their crimson fluid coat the lands. Perhaps this steed was not as much of a fool as she had taken him for.

Audits pricked, taking in the next lyri of Surgio. They did not miss the dismissal of the topic, nor the desire that seemed to lace them like cyanide. So he felt for her, did he? Well, it was just a little obsession; no love, she was sure of that. Smirk prickled across her facade; this stallion was as good as bought. He'd come at a good price too; not too rude, yet not so bleeding polite for her to taunt him more then she needed to.
No matter how harmless an enemy may seem, it is wisest to think of the worst they can do, or the worst you could put them through. Why kill them, and send them to their...heaven, if that's what they believe, when letting them live side by side, in a world that will be ruled by the darks, would be a misery no hell would ever put them through? You must not always seek the logical answers, but the illogical too. But enough of that subject, it bores me too much. Ah, good. This topic was boring her too; besides, it would take too long for her to prove her point. Silken lyri slipped through the atmosphere, coating everything with gentle seductiveness. As you wish, Surgio. she murmured, sauntering over toward the steed. Delicate pillars whisked gently across the terra, boa twining up wards as kissers gently lipped his mane. Not to be too sweet, but she did need to seal the deal. Bodice twisted under his nape, banner raised high and free as her heat-scent twined through his salmons. He was completely in her grasp now.

Harks perked up once more, taking in the latest of his honeyed lyri. Broken Cadaver? The name is befitting, and oddly familiar. I have not known another with the same name, but I do not know you. Your trickeries are vast, are they not? Smirk crawled carefully across her pale kissers. So, he appreciated her, did he? Well, she would soon give him even more to appreciate. Lyri twined once more through the atmosphere, intended only for this steed's harks. So some would say... Though I daresay you know better? she murmured, crimson orbs flicking up to his once more. He seemed board, though certainly not by her she was sure. His next lyri seemed casual, though she did not fail to notice the double meaning in his words. This idle chit-chat bores me. I should be more inclined to remain here and speak with you, but what is the use when you are coming home to Imbosnia? Skull was shaken, wires flying up in a gentle cloud. Well, no doubt that if she said no, he would drag her home; sometimes it was a pain being so good at what you did. But then again, she would have a place to reside. Lyri rose, more seductive this time then what she Had used before. Unless you want to go somewhere else.. she murmured, spraying him once more with her scent. He had been so easy to lure into her trap. But that was not curse; for he would have her virtue, now and for as long as he held the role of ruler over Imbosnia. Orbs flicked up once again, flint stomping the terra below lightly. Well, if they were going somewhere, the sooner the better.[/color]

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O

t h e y c a l l t h e m f o o l s
t h o s e w h o m u s t d a n c e w i t h i n t h e f l a m e,
w h o c h a n c e t h e s o r r o w a n d t h e s h a m e,
t h a t a l w a y s c o m e s w i t h g e t t i n g b u r n e d.

Orbs flickered cross the nymph's delicate features, rebelling against the sharp need to look away. Velvets parted, only slightly, to emitt a sharp growl, from deep within the pit of the beast. She was going to drive him mad, and he'd not let her have that victor. Some would say? All was more befotting of the vast numbers that had felt as though she had twined them in her magics. Obsidians scraped the ground, as vocal chords flared, pressing air through tme, so his octave could ring out deeply. I should know better. Cranium shook from side to side, as a sigh escaped in a single exhale of breath. Almond orbs flinted with a glare, as the beast pulled his chorded neck up, allowing his cranium to rise above the nymph. Yes. I'd like to go somewhere else. Somewhere more familiar and private. You have stricken me Cadaver, and dare I say, that is the hardest thing to do. Mind tingled with thoughts of bringing this nymph home. Crimson laced velvets were spotted once more, as the scent of the liquid met the inhaling nares of the beast. The oxygen smelled, and tasted, of death, and that pleased Surgio. It had been a while since he'd met another who could do away with a life, and not brag about it throughout the conversation. That was the sole reason he hardly ever associated withother darks. Most of them killed lights for the simply fact of what they thought a dark should do. Being dark was not entirely about ruining your enemy. No, it was so much more. The darkness was a path you could take if you liked the fire. If you weren't afraid to give in to all your wants, wishes, and deepest hidden desires. It was a path for those who made their own rules, who weren't afraid to break other's rules to do what they wanted. You could survive, or you you live. The differance? Surviving was simply getting by. Living was knowing that you did everything you wanted to in your life, and there would be no regrets when it came time for you to die. Death is inevitable. All will face it. So it simply matters whether you did all you could to live, or whether you scarcely got by. Then you would know if you were a dark or not.

s o h e l l b e n t o n l i v i n g,
w a l k i n g a w i r e,
c o n v i n c e d i t s n o t l i v i n g
i f y o u s t a n d o u t s i d e t h e f i r e

The light path? It was so much differant. They did as much good as they could, thinking they'd be rewarded in the end, when, in truth, they would regret not grabbing or chasing their dreams while they could. Neutrals? They were in between. But the point was, those were the reasons that Surgio was not a 'social butterfly' as the rest, or as most were. Mind focussed back to the task at hand, as the white nymph came back to his visual, which must have seemed as if he were looking off into space. It probably looked as though he were in a daze, but those were only for creatures who had no thoughts to occupy them. Velvets split apart quickly, allowing air to rush past crisply white ivories, and carry the beast's lyrics and deep octave into the surrounding air. We, dear Cadaver, shall go to Imbosnia. It's such a delightful land. The most beautiful place of all the lands, if I say so. And I do. You'll probably like it. The sun has never touched the onyx liquid that lies hidden within all of the ash and destruction that surely claims it. I dare say it brought me such joy. Almond orbs flickered over the nymph, as a smirk took hold of the dark kissers, that parted once more in a slithery, lust-filled beat. Though I'm sure the joy you'll bring me, will overshadow the joy Imbosnia does. In time. Audits flickered slowly, twisting about on the cranium of the beast, as he stepped backwards almost a foot, smirk still in place, and orbs glinting slightly with all the thoughts swimming through the sadistic and crazed mind he called his own.

b u t y o u v e g o t t o b e t o u g h
w h e n c o n s u m e d b y d e s i r e
b e c a u s e i t s n o t e n o u g h
j u s t t o s t a n d o u t s i d e

t h e f i r e

Laugh emitted, momentarily, from the beast, as he dipped his cranium, allowing his velvets to nearly touch the rotting earth. Calming the laughter, Surgio stepped forth once more, offering her his dutiful personality for a change. But enough of this. I'm bored with this place, and all too tempted to drag you off against your will, in order to have my desire for private conversation appeased. I wish to know you better before I offer you anything serious. But keep in mind, you are already a part of my herd. Anything else that I would offer, comes from a desire to see what kind of a ruler you would be. And I'm also quite a jealous beast. So I must add, that anything else I would offer, would also be to appease my desire to keep you as my own and see you with no one else. To Imbosnia then? Appendages moved forth quickly, pressing his bodice against her own, as her tossed his cranium to her whithers and took her pelt into his ivories. One firm bite, and he stepped back, turning quickly while muttering quite loudly I must do something to ensure that any brute we meet along the way, knows that you are spoken for. Otherwise they might wish to pursue you, and I'm not of mind to fight anyone right now. It was true. He was uncannily excited and curious about taking this particular nymph home. He'd learned thatr a strong brute bite's to ensure his claimage was understood, not only by the nymph herself, but by those who might wish to steal her away so quickly. His father had spoken something of one's scent lingering longer with a might, than any other route of claimage. And although Surgio like to remember his father, he didn't like to question any successful herd leader about their methods.


count; 1009
completion; complete
comments; Spell check won't work. Oh, and see what an inspiration Cadaver is?!?

[Andromeda]

Genlte smirk painted to features of the fae as she shifted from one pillar to the other. What fun this steed was! Indeed, it brought her such pleasure to watch his features contort under her coy replies. He had seemed angry, almost as if she had betrayed him by leaving him with nothing more then a simple answer. And yet, what else could she have said? For it was really a matter of oppinion on the other's part. Some would say that she was unskilled, positivly dull compared to those who left paths of blood-shed in their wake. Others, fools that they were, would say that she was a absolute genious! And pretty to boot. To herself she held no oppinon. She knew how enchanting she was, how possitivly coy she could be. However, she had better things to do then to worry about what others thought of her. Pah! Except for this steed standing before her, she had not a care in the world. But she did need him, for her own purposes. A lead femme, no doubt, was one of the top things on her list; and no doubt that she would become his. But her main and most pressing issue was that of her virginity. When she had been younger and a good deal more foolish, she had relished the stairs of others; she had enjoyed the lustful light their orbs took on when they caught sight of her. But wisdom had come with her years and now she was quite board of all this attention. Should this stallion continue prooving himself, she would loose it for good. Then, perhaps, the thers would stare at her with respect then with concern for the state of her virtue.

Harks flicked lightly as she watched Surgio; he fascinated her. He seemd to have come to his senses and decided that her brusque reply had to do with the little bit of humility she still possesed. And she could tell that he admired her for it. He was smarter then anyone could have, would have anticipated; the fact that he spoke in a manner as if board with all this small talk told her that. Smirk grew ever wider as he paid her a hight comploment. You have stricken me Cadaver, and dare I say, that is the hardest thing to do. Ah, sweet-talk. Well, she would see just how far his praise for her extended. Ah, such high praise from one so exaulted. How many poor faes have you fed that to, I wonder? Lyri burned the atmosphere lightly, coy and seductive. The genlte glint of crimson that stined her orbs let him on to her little joke. His reaction would prove just how good a fish she had caught. For you see, even the most skilled lier could not escape her notice if he were not truthful. She happened to be very observent, and expiriance had taught her well the ways of males.

We, dear Cadaver, shall go to Imbosnia. It's such a delightful land. The most beautiful place of all the lands, if I say so. And I do. You'll probably like it. The sun has never touched the onyx liquid that lies hidden within all of the ash and destruction that surely claims it. I dare say it brought me such joy.[/i] Banner flicked lightly at this comment, heart quikening in time. Lyri snapped out again, cool despite her growing excitement. If it is as grand as you claim it is, I'm sure I will enjoy it tenfold. Ausits swivled about, taking in his latest praise with great relish. Perhaps, she murmured, flicking her eyes up to his once more. but do keep in mind that I shall call the shots in such matters. Fore-flint was extended daintily as with narly a sound she moved to his side. Kissers parted, ivories fliting gently over his crest. He was, after all, her lord now; that had been sealed the first time she had spoken to her. So she was certain that he wouldn't mind a small show of affection. Yes, affection. Not love, per-say; parish the thought! However, she did have a certain fondness for him now, which, if unlucky she was, might blossom in time. The very thought of such a thing happening made her shutter; but then again, it would never happen. Reasured, she once more began lipping his tresses lightly, relishing the texture and taste as if he was the very air she breathed.

She could hear him laughing, hear him take on a slightly more flirtacious tone as he spoke again. But enough of this. I'm bored with this place, and all too tempted to drag you off against your will, in order to have my desire for private conversation appeased. I wish to know you better before I offer you anything serious. But keep in mind, you are already a part of my herd. Anything else that I would offer, comes from a desire to see what kind of a ruler you would be. And I'm also quite a jealous beast. So I must add, that anything else I would offer, would also be to appease my desire to keep you as my own and see you with no one else. To Imbosnia then? Laughter began to take her on, her bodice heaving in almost silent mirh. What as charmer he was! What as fool she had been, to take him as one at first site. Boa rose, orbs meeting his with gentle affection as lyri were returned in simular fasion. Indeed! An anything that I should offer or take would be of jelously of loosing you to some other wrench! Orbs held a teasing glow as her flint stamped in mock impatiance. Small pressure was felt as he latched on his ivories; for a moment, she was frozen. She could feel his breath upon her, as he murured once more the lyrics for only her to hear. I must do something to ensure that any brute we meet along the way, knows that you are spoken for. Otherwise they might wish to pursue you, and I'm not of mind to fight anyone right now.[/b] Bodice twisted around, quarters rubbing gently against his own as she replied by raising her banner to let pour some of her scent. No lyrical reply was needed; she was ready to follow him to Imbosnia, her new home.[/size][/color]

Status; compleate
Words; 1084
ooc: Hehe. That post made my spine tingle! So, if you want he can reply (just so I can see his reaction) and then you can go post in his land, if you like.

[Zanefera]

S U R G I O ; ;

this is just supposed to be game,
we're not supposed to feel a thing,
stopping clutching my heart strings,
why won't you let go of me?

i'm supposed to pretend it's just a joke,
because, in truth, i have no hopes,
of finding someone to share my dreams,
someone to help me make the world scream.

so stop making me need you,
and just let me be!
if you make me love you,
i'll make you love me!

Appendages halted, turned slightly, and allowed the beast to whip his cranium around. Smirk slipped from his velvets, allowing all humor to disappear. Spottled pelt twitched over convulsing muscles, as the beast made his way back to Cadaver. Hooded lashes blinked over the almond orbs that were normally unconcerned and void of emotion. Velvets parted only slightly, releasing lyrics meant only for her audits, that would probably never be repeated. I doubt any other nymph would draw my attention like you. I know not whther it be the crimson or the thoughts, but you draw out the desire that boils within my blood. Let us only hope that this will not end as badly as I believe it will. Pressing his own velvets against her's lightly, he turned quickly, and began the trek ahead. She could make of that what she wanted, but, in truth, it had scared him half to death. His heart beat hasrhly within his chest, and his frame shook with shiver, that tingled up and down his spine. His audits flicked lightly, as his appendages pressed him forward in a quick lope. He pause only once, to eye her suspiciously, before quicken the pace. He knew she didn't know the way, and most brute's would have slowed down to walk, but he knew that she would follow. And if she didn't, he could easily drag her along. He did not fear pushing her away by forcing her to come along. And he certainly didn't, or he hoped he wouldn't, need her to survive. Any nymph could quell the desire tha boiled in him. Any nymph could keep his company on stormy nights. But only one nymph would ever draw his attention and captivate his life. And he hope, prayed in the depths of black soul, that she was not it, and that these next few years would be void of that one. But something, startling and full of emotionless depth, screetched out in his mind, and told him he was blind. Something pointed right to the murderer behind him, and spoke that it was she. But only time would tell. Snort wafted gently from flared nostrils, pushing out oxygen, as his cranium whipped up in a deffiant motion. Damn it all to hell if he'd be captured by a nymph the early in his ruling days. It wouldn't happen if he could help it. And if it did, it would end even worse than it had the first time.

word count; 421
completion; complete
comments; short, but I had to do one.

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