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The weather was angry, and for once her favored element had at long last arrived. Stinging precipitation clung to her tarnished cloaks as her shackles harvested long since deceased emerald, though now beige blades. The liquid element poured like hail, though crystallized and liquidated into the forbidden tears of the heavens. Every time it rained in Hades' great time with Persephone, the gods weeped over their loss of a potential goddess. The pain in the heavens caused the ess to cringe with pleasure as the cold, stinging liquid dribbled down her scorched skeletal like blood from her opponent. Ah yes, the pleasure of Hades was sinking into her. It was eating away at her, and her long lost sanity. Her soul, however, was locked up in a special room inside of her. Behind many in penetrable walls and significantly strong bars. It danced on a short chain, looking for a way to one day surface her and claim her sins, devour them, and return her to her supposed 'home'. She would forever hide her soul, however. And the beast of her would forever proclaim it his fugitive.

Her shackles continued to harvest dead elements, as precipitation fell upon all who welcomed it. The devil's day had come, and navy perched high in the sky, blanketing the earth and hiding it from protective eyes blinking down from the heavens. Apollo was out of order, and it was now Lucifer's time to rule and release his sins in defiance upon all those who defied him, and embrace those who embraced him. The night tyrant had arrived, and his shift would not cease 'till the breaking of dawn. Noi, as she was called, broke into a sullen smile at this thought as she stood solemnly on muddy turf.

After a brief cackle, the wretch stood motionless. One would have mistaken her for a statue, if they didn't know her well enough. She was nothing of the likes. She would not rust beneath the elements, or tarnish beneath Apollo's great wrath. She was forever strong, and strong she would be until she unwillingly fell. She held her guard close at all times, and refused to lower it 'till she was forced to do so. She held no expression, no emotion upon her upper facade. Only something truly dark and amusing could change her listless expression. She had an eery aura about her that often times felt to one like death creeping up their stalks, and claiming them unexpectedly. Even her voice was mysterious and eery. The most spooky aspect of her appearance, however, was how her eyes were constantly fogged, denying anyone passage further than the window to view her soul. Her eyes were never to be the window to her soul. No-one could see it, or anything else in those black orbs of nothingness. She held nothing of importance in them, and that was what was so peculiar about her.

She stood silent and motionless, not bothering to let out a scream of distress. She'd wait for someone to find her. It was weak enough that she was even cowering to this level to be claimed by a pharaoh who would bring her to his own dynasty. She saw this practice as a low for females, to bow beneath any male who thought himself superior. She'd die before she'd take anything less than an equal spot to whoever thought themselves worthy in her presence. She'd take nothing less than the higher archee on.

[Prism]

<sup>The rain was relentless as it gnawed on the beast's back, like claws upon his spine. Ahh, the feeling he knew all too well. He had been bitten on his withers and rump a fair amount of times, claws had taken root there byt a kindly cougar once or twice when Dak and Rohn took him in the woods as a colt and dumped him there overnight. It was both his downfall and his uprising to be raised by his bytch of a mother, Macon. The reason why he was nearly killed each day and night and the reason he survived his near-death experiences. Ironic, funny...whatever you feel fits the story best.

His nape was arched slightly, nose to the earth, the mud rippling at the touch of his lips and the drops of the rain. From keeping his dome so close to the earth, his facials were splattered with the milky brown substance. He was nowehere in particular, nowhere was his destination. Why should he care where he would go? He was clever, though one may not think at first glance, for he had been taught ruthlessly by his 'herd' to learn to survive. As was said before, Macon was both his gift and his trap. He knew where to return when he would get off track, how to return to whatever home he decided. He knew quite well how to read other's, though he never really let on. In battle, he knew their moves almost to a 'T', but he took a lot of the beatings. He knew what they'd do, so he would take the pain, carry the scars. Why worry what he looked like in a few moments...years? He was already a mess, a maniac-looking, psycho brute with the upturned lip, his smirk. The crimal smirk he was known too well for.

He wasn't white. Not now, anyway. He really was, but one would never have thought him a spectacular white with tiny red speckles on his hips and thighs and slightly dappled silver and crimson along his withers and face. Nope. You know why? Because scars had either erased the pretty little pattern - once called 'ugly' by everyone who saw him, even his mother and sister - or there was mud and blood caked over the hide. You could tell he was somewhat white, but at first glance, one would think he was a brown and red horse with a bird's nasty but humorous rendition of art.

A fea caught his slick eye, and audit of his drifting over as his muzzle was just abrely beneath the skin of the mud's surface. He didn't move, stayed sideways to the deliciously dark femmora save his wandering audit and wide eye. Had she seen him yet? No doubt. No doubt such a veiled princess would miss such a demonic soul as he, so tortured. Misery loves company, no?

His dial lifted somewhat, coffee coloured droplets floating down to the puddles. The rain quickly washed his face to a point until the deep grass stains and mud and blood stains were too strong to be washed out by simple drops of rain. He'd need to work at getting it out...like that was going to happen. Ha! Wandering over, his lips moved beneath an almost black tongue, curtaining his lips with a thick saliva. Ahh, delicious indeed.

How'd he know she was dark, you may ask? What a silly question. Was it not so obvious to tell by how she seemed to at home in the rain, in the mud, in the shadows? Her wicked deminour was too painfully obviously dark and he was intrigued by the stillness she aquired as he approached her silent frame. She was slightly delicate, smaller than him by a few smidges, defined with the arab intonation. The arab gave her a delicate look, the innocent feel. But he knew better. Ahh yes, by just the look, he analyzed her as quite possibly the quick, the smart, the fearless. And oh yeah, he bet she could put on an act.

The rain compliments you.

It was a greeting most likely never used. How original could he get? Hmm...he'd done this once before, had swoon the mare, the vix attached like glue. She was a vicious, nasty prim princess, alone in the valley while daddy was out getting a pluck or two from the hag lands. She was prefetion, not a scar upon her and the night was a mask to her blur roan pelt. Such a find the color was, so was the mare that killed his mother. A blue roan. He had hardly tried, but she was attached and daddy didn't like it, so he came along and gave a few more scars to his pattern. Prism was needed...elsewhere, you could say, thus ended the story between him and Vixxetta, a race spun the length of two days and three hours.

His dial at a low, comfortable level. He didn't give submission, didn't bother with power. He knew who he was. The mare was most definately not going to submit. Weren't they all, 'I'm not bowing to anyone.'? So why bother? Why not just do whatever. Who says he even wanted the vix beside him at the dark lands that were now his? Only time could forsee...starting with her response. No doubt the first thing would be her startled reaction to his wild face, a puzzle of features no mother would love. A mess of scars on his body was frightening to many others. Would this be the first mare, the first equine at that, to ignore everything? Wasn't it the mind that counts? Ahh well...like Prism was affected. He knew that 99% of the population was vain and looked for beauty and brawn....it wouldn't surprise them if this was no different.</sup>


[ooc] sorry if the ending is bad...my sister's dog got hit on the road.

[Deja Vou]

Slowly a sleek onyx bod emerged from the mist that seemed to cover much of these claiming fields. A shiny coat was only typical of the stud, his position as he thought of the highest of standards. Yes he was a NightStalker. But why was he here of all places? Had he found a mare? No, but something else that intrigued him. Something he hadn't seen in quite a long time. Too long to let the opportunity escape. A broad smirk was echoing through his facade, a pure devilish glee upon his features. Pay back little sis. Oh yes, hadn't he mentioned it? He was after Noi, in one way or the next. Perhaps he would claim her, make her his own little slave. Breed her. perhaps... just to see what the foal would look like. Perhaps if it seemed functional it could live to breath in the sharp air. But it would most likely be just to do it, to see his sister's pain, her agony. Her humiliation. Perhaps each of the nightstalkers could have a go on her, a ride if you will. What fun, what fun. Imposter would probably be first, but perhaps he would be gracious enough to let Heartbreak have the first round. Just for old times sake. After all, they were all brothers right? A low distinct cackle ran through his jaws, his pistons gathering in movement, as he envisioned his poor sister in his claws.
His onyx orbs flashed along the lands, but the mist clouded his vision, making it hard to see more than a few yards. But her scent invigorated enough to see straight. Sick thoughts were what compelled him the most, as it was with most of the stalkers. Shackles hit the land lightly now, his pace slowing. He hid in the shadows as usual, a white speck catching his vision. A white cream stag. What fun. The more the merrier they say. Maybe you'll have someone to wipe off your tears little one. He snickered to himself. His muscles revolved with their normal ease, adreniline running through his system. Maybe he would kill the stag first, or perhaps he would make him beg for his life and then slaughter him. Killing had no negative effects on the brute. He supposed the more the merrier could fit in this as well. Indeed.
His onyx scorched bod shot out of the shadows abruptly, his masculine skull still hidden from the dim lighting, a shading cast over his features. He was bulk, like a halter horse, pure muscle showing him to his full capacity. He approached the duo with a steady pace, deliberate, his skull still masked. Onyx orbs seemed to glow wtih pure delight. His facade now moved as his bod halter, only a few yards away from the gray mare that stood infront of hi. His skull raised, his full height apparent, as the light shifted. His facade reconfigured, a smirk reaching out to the edges of his jaws. His canines shown brightly, in complete contrast to his scorched bod. His orbs were directed towards the vix, as his words shot out icily, shooting like bullets into her awaiting auds. Hello little one. Try to escape from me again I see? Playing with more boys are we darling.. Well don't worry I have plenty of brutes that wouldn't mind getting a good look at you. His voice was cold but yet amused. His skull abruptly flicked to the white heathen, his canines now bared in a threatening fashion. His auds pinned as he moved towards the stud, still perfectly aware of the whereabouts of his mare. Suddenly, as the stag came into range, he pivoted in one clean motion, both back legs shooting out in aim of the creature's barrel. His skull shot around incase of a rebuttal attack from either. Might as well be cowards. His vocals shot out again, this time being directed to the stag. What is light trash like you doing around here? Don't you know better then to stand straight in front of a nightstalker? Or shall I beat more lessons into you? His threat was idle, and he menat it. Orbs were upon both of them as his bod moved around again, this time as he made way towards Noi. His bod circled around her once, staying clear of any kicking range. A smirk reappeared on his facade as he waited for their repsonses.

ooc: major crappy

[Prism]

[ooc] oo, I love it! I haven't had a fight in a long while...I am just itching to reply, but I g2g and it is Noi's turn anywho. ^^

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The stinging of the rain beat down hard, the sensation of the mere pain forcing a smirk to her upper facade in pleasure. If anyone could have taken a glimpse at her fogged orbs of nothingness, they would have seen a sign of insanity welling up inside her. She was never one to release that privilage to any being, however. Her windows were shut tight, curtains naturally hanging to block out any peeping toms. She held nothing of importance to her in her hellish reflectors, and it would remain like that, no matter who she was around.

Her poise was always defensive, no matter who was around her. Her skull was never raised in dominance or challenge to whoever stood before her. She'd rather be safe than sorry, though she was daring when it came to oral communication. She'd travel out of her comfort zone and attack the minds of many. She was crafty ess afterall, but anyway, back to her posture. She stood with her skull bowing to her own coiled back constrictor, a devilish position that protected her jugular from lurching ivories, as well as made her look strong and dark. The muscles in her nape flexed as she arched her passageway, her pillars aligned as she did not shift her weight but stood upright and even the entire time. Her rags hung limp, as the vermons did not dare into heaven's tears that soaked all who came beneath them, nailing the smaller fauna to the floors of the encompassment. She was a truly motionless, and nearly lifeless looking being. It was a spooky sight, to see such an ess in a lifeless though defensive stance, standing motionless in the pouring precipitation. How eery it was..

She too had a past to tell of. She had not been beaten by her paternal beings, however. She had been more deeply scarred. She assumed she had been the only to escape the wrath of an overbred herd that her legendary sire had created. When the great stag laid down to die of old age, the massive herd was without a leader, and without order. Soon predators stalked the boundaries of the forbidden lands, and within months, the decaying carcasses were all that remained of Noi's bloodline. Confused and distressed, the ess set out on her sire's will to find a higher place in a dark pack and spread his legend by being another truly renowned dark. This was what she had come to achieve. Little did she know, her brother was lingering, willing and ready to take this all out of reach for the ambitious corpsed contessa.

A scent of a stallion lingered around the area, and though Noi knew he was there by the strong odor of testosterone, she knew not of his direction. The falling elements created many illusions, and even the night stalkers themselves would not be able to track anything down accurately in the unaturally hard rain. She was sure that he was there, though. She would let him come to her.

Suddenly, her tarnished reflectors scanned him over. Was this indeed the being that she had sensed so near? Perhaps. However, there was a lingering scent of another. A familiar scent that bothered her for some strange reason. How could it be familiar when she knew no being native to the lands? She dismissed the thoughts quickly, not wanting to appear unorganized before the intriguing being. Intriguing indeed..

She parted her soot hued kissers that had never dared to brush the unworthy pair. Her pharyx vibrated to release her dreadful speach of reply to the strange looking hessian,

"Greetings, captain," she hissed in a sullen tone, a dark and humorous smirk lingering upon her upper facade as she stood motionless still. "I cannot say the same for you, however. Your phantom physique provides no camouflage, even in the oh so comfortable fog of Hades. You have a glow to you, though your tarnishes are quite noticable, but as my instinct penetrates your corrupted aura, I see you are no less than a son of the demon. However, I am looking for one of his advocates. Dare you disapoint me? Or will you give up on a difficult catch like the rest who claimed they could endure my labyrinth of mind games?" She enquired. It was tricky question, but she often spoke in riddles, rhymes, and metaphors. Her twisted mind was a labyrinth. You had to weave your way around for hours to find the point to it all, and you often had to restart the whole thing. It was Noi's typical mind games here, a simple test of wit.

As her morbid reflectors took flight once more about the wasteland abyss, she focused on a dark being standing rather near to them. She held no signs of shock nor surprise as she instantly recognized him as her older biological brother, Eternal Heartbreak. As she looked him over once more, she recognized a stance of power and dominance in his step. Still, she stood motionless, her thorns pricked as she held no sign of fear nor intimidation. Nor did she sense any sign of a threat. Surprise, surprise, she was actually rather amused. A cackle found it's way from her pharyx and as well as a smirk to her upper facade.

"And what shall I name you? You already know my label, however you refuse to use it, do you? Tell me, fellow, what am I to you now?" She asked him, her poise and expression settle and blank, giving him nothing to work with. "Oh no, Eternal Heartbreak, I wouldn't dare try to escape my own kin. What good would it be to harm me but rid the surface of quite possibly it's only remaining well moralled and philosophical dark wretch and please Hades with a new slave? I would gladly accept his offer as his servant, but you..well now..you are hardly the demon I search for, and I assure you those who sink so low to stand beneath you are fairly out of my interest," she spoke easily. "I'll deprive my own self of existance should your grasp be my fate. My soul is long gone, anyway," she finished. After a moment of watching him attempt to set the opposing stag aback, she continued her easy speech, her stance never changing from the original stance she had when the first had come. "Ah, a night stalker. Something that even I am not aware of. Enlighten me, brother. Or do you have the sense to flaunt your title in the open? Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand, my brother. Even you should know this," she said as she watched him advance on her. As he snapped at the beast, she cackled, favoring Eternal in the time of humor. "Leave the beast alone. Or is it him you have come for?" She asked, deviously.

[Deja Vou]

What fun he was having here. Too bad the other sinners didn't have other siblings. They were mssing out as far as he were to glance upon it. Espeically little sisters. His lungs expanded momentarily as oxygen and nitrogen and carbon dioxide flooded into his veins, as he took the brief second to remember this particular incident. Here he was, with his long lost sister and a cream brute. Attention ran back to the mute brute, a slight scowl forming upon his features, he had been hoping for a more dramatic response. Perhaps the fool really did run in the light, shadows weren't in his blood. Unlike Heartbreaker. THe cream would die anyways, whether he was lgith or dark. He didn't feel like putting up with his presence any longer. ORbs flickered around momentarily, picking up random objects in the fields, seeing if any he could twist to his own advantage. There were plenty of rocks to trip over and land the skul upon, plenty of sharp objects to protrude into the flesh of a crown. He could merely resort to fighting, as he ran over the many ways to paralyze the brute, outweighing them by his position to the brutes. He had a few favorites. There were a few trees further off, with thick branches looming over the forest. A perfect way to end ones life, though he wouldn't expose how until the last second. Wouldn't wish to give too much away to the opponent although he wouldn't be able to read Heartbreaker's thoughts anyways.

A smirk reformed on the brute's twisted features, as his mind continued to routinely run through plans as if running through blueprints for creating a house. An equine was one of the more challenging animals to kill, but the challenge was not unappreciated. He relished a fight, as his muscles quivered in his bod, adreneline coarsing through his blood. The excitment ran through his orbs, through the emotion was masked by his onyx occules.

His pillars stirred again as he moved towards the stallion, his mass quite terrifying in its own regards. He was pure muscle, pure power, full of talent, intelligence, speed, accuracy, and the pure will to get the job done. A dirty job that invigorated him. Killing was something he thrived on doing. His whipcord cracked in the thin air, the sound mimicking a bull whip, threatening the animal that it could be used to extract severe pain. Long gashes that would scar over eventually. After the blood had clotted. He knew what scars looked like, how much pain had to be given to receive a scar. Like a war marking. He was branded on his left orb, something that he saw when he looked at his reflection, the marking glimmering in its own way. It had earned its right to be there, and he thought it made him all the more repulsing.. good.

He circled the stud, watching for any sudden movements, threatening actions. He was out of kicking range, but still watching for any charging. His mind was running with ways to counter the attacks, like battle simulations. His pillars creaked forwards as he changed course, now for the mare that had been silent for quite some time now. As he approached her, her tones swarmed to his auds. And what shall I name you? You already know my label, however you refuse to use it, do you? Tell me, fellow, what am I to you now? What is he to you now? Your enslaver, your master. Your lord. Your ruler. Shall he go on? And she will start treating him with the proper respect if she wishes to survive longer. Her tones emitted again as he decoded them, her vocals running through his silent mind. Oh no, Eternal Heartbreak, I wouldn't dare try to escape my own kin. What good would it be to harm me but rid the surface of quite possibly it's only remaining well moralled and philosophical dark wretch and please Hades with a new slave? I would gladly accept his offer as his servant, but you..well now..you are hardly the demon I search for, and I assure you those who sink so low to stand beneath you are fairly out of my interest, Ah, a night stalker. Something that even I am not aware of. Enlighten me, brother. Or do you have the sense to flaunt your title in the open? Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand, my brother. Even you should know this. Leave the beast alone. Or is it him you have come for? Goodness gracious. With that long speech he had almost drifted off to sleep. Was she trying to re write the declaration of independance or trying to show him that she really did know more than a few simple words? Either way neither things did impress him. She was beneath him, whether she wished or not. He was a nightstalker and would not be spoken to in such a manner.

He stopped once he reached her, almost seeming humbled for a single second. A quite decieving thing at that. Suddenly, he charged out at her, his ivories emerging from their cavern, striking towards her dial. Hoping to hit the area between the nasal bone and the eye cavity, right on the bridge of her muzzle. It would sting alright, but it wouldn't be anything but a warning. He should have been close enough to make some sort of scar, but only her reaction would tell, only her blood shimmering along the moonlight would confirm his aim. Blood had so long lingered in his palette, it tasted as similar as water to a light.

A smirk re-entered his facade, as his bod re-adjusted, watching both the mare and stud, incase the stud decided to come flying to the rescue. He would be too late anyways. His skull raised, as he made sure to rise above her own, just to shove it in her face. His vocals penetrated through the air, no longer seeming to hold a tender placement. Becareful Noi, sarcaism is said to be the refuge for the weak. His vocals shot out effortlessly, holding a cold air to them, always errie and seeming to cause even the wind to stop. You wrench, have no choice whether to become my slave or not. And seeing that you are already beneath me, you should have no problem getting along with the others that I deal with. His vocals seemed to be floating in midair, never ceasing to take a breath. Dramatic pauses weren't to his liking. It isn't surprising that you didn't know i was a nightstalker, you hear only rumors that you seem to take as.. facts. After the beast? No. I merely came to do him a favor and get rid of his pitiful existence. I know. How nice of me..His last statement was followed by a deep cackle, vibrating through the air as it quivered through the others bodies, making their bones tremble. His orbs redirected on Noi, showing only a cold glance that most found would freeze them to their bones.

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[{ n i m b u s }]

Fun? Could that even be in the darkest of vocabularies? Siblings. Hah! Far from it. Yes, they were of the same root blood, but they would never be as close as such. Noi had tried her best as a foal, but she was a simple sin of estrogen, not the desired sin that fumed with testosterone. In her herd, a leader was always of the male race. Their sire had been a great one, and every sin he had made him greater. Noi had been his chosen one for the longest time. She was often called a 'daddy's girl', but those who chose to nail her into the ground with such calling had found their way to an early death, hadn't they? The fate would have been the flicka's as well, had her sire not callen upon her and spoken to her moments before his departure from the wasteland that they lived in. Though he was still there, the phantom had left him, and only his empty carcass was to remain an eternity in the valley of fallen figures, as it is now often called.

The thoughts of her past were triggered momentarily, and a blank look washed over her.
mas·sa·cre /ˈmæsəkər/
Pronunciation noun, verb, -cred, -cring.
–noun 1. the unnecessary, indiscriminate killing of a large number of human beings or animals, as in barbarous warfare or persecution or for revenge or plunder.
2. a general slaughter, as of persons or animals: the massacre of millions during the war.
3. Informal. a crushing defeat, esp. in sports.
–verb (used with object) 4. to kill unnecessarily and indiscriminately, esp. a large number of persons.
5. Informal. to defeat decisively, esp. in sports.

It was a massacre. Between beasts and innocence. For once, we were not the beasts. I saw. I saw those I loved fall. Falling to the burning pits of hell, their lives cut short as they felt the stinging of knives peirce their flesh, force breaking their bones and creating something that was worse than any nightmare I had let linger into my now corrupted mind. A feel of death crept over me as a phantom stepped up to battle me till the death. I refused, and a call sent chills through me. All to familiar, I rushed towards the echoes. My destination.

des·ti·na·tion /ˌdɛstəˈneɪʃən/ –noun
1. the place to which a person or thing travels or is sent.
2. the purpose for which something is destined.

I saw with a true eye once more. He spoke to me. The black figure was lying there, limp. My creator. My only maker. Dying, his heavy breath filled me up, offering me his soul. I took it, as my blackened hole was vacant after seeing the sight of a massacre of my own loved ones. I now ran with his soul, vowing to protect him. He would live on within me. The phantom came forth once more, challenging me. I fled. He has followed me thus far..both of them. The figure and the phantom. The story. My story. His story. Their story. I just have to tell myself..

It's all in my head.

The thoughts subsided, and for the longest second in history was her vision distorted. Finally she regained her stare at her brother, though she had appeared just as she had before throughout the entire flashback as well as her silent comeback.

She stared over her brother as he circled the alabaster hessian, who was already draped in scars. What hath Heartbreaker become?, she asked herself. Of course, he had always been one of corruption and discord, but never had he ever showed the signs of an elusive assassin. This simply stunned the ess, but she showed none of it in her posture or facade, and definately none in those mysterious eyes of veiling fog. This did not put her into a disapointed state, though. Oh, no. She was rather..impressed.

As he aproached her, she stood her ground, though a smirk found it's way upon her upper facade. He thought he could harm her? He was sadly mistaken. As his stained ivories lurched out, he was lacking just so from his intented area, but probably much to his surprise, she moved under his ivories, taking the blow with a twisted grin as a cackle seeped out from her passageway. She stood, eyes flashing for possibly the first time ever with an eery glow from the moonlight, as if she had become a rabid wolf from the vampire's touch. She drew back in a midst of mad cackles. "You honestly think you can harm me? Pain is just as much a pleasure to me as it is to you when inflicting it, brother," she hissed.

As he spoke, her corrupted grin grew wider. Noi had snapped. Was she going mad? That was his quess to take. Becareful Noi, sarcaism is said to be the refuge for the weak. You wrench, have no choice whether to become my slave or not. And seeing that you are already beneath me, you should have no problem getting along with the others that I deal with. It isn't surprising that you didn't know i was a nightstalker, you hear only rumors that you seem to take as.. facts. After the beast? No. I merely came to do him a favor and get rid of his pitiful existence. I know. How nice of me.. The words warmed into her poised upward thorns. She began to circle him as most predators would their pray. He must have now known that striking her would only send her closer to brink of instanity. Her grin was only growing wider with every word he spoke, her occules glowing with an eery presence, "How ironic. Within your words lingers both speak of rumors and a hint of sarcasm. 'Twas you that repeated the rumor that sarcasm is said to be the refuge of the weak. 'Twas also you that said, indirectly of course, to never believe the rumors moments later. Tell me, do you ever confuse yourself? Or are you confessing that you are weak? You've said it yourself. Or shall we add regret to the list of ingrediants of weakness in this discussion?" She asked in a hiss. She knew her punishment would come soon enough..

..and she would welcome it.

[Deja Vou]

Well well. Noi is being quite the mysterious vixen on todays list now, isn't she? Many would find the duo quite strange. Brother and sister. Alike but completely against each other. Bitting at each others jugulars at any given chance, trying to pin down the other before they were knocked down themselves. Always finding small ways to irriate the other, digging into each other's secrets to expose the other's pink underbelly. Quite a disturbing thought there. Sorry about that. It was a shame really. The duo could make such an accomplished team if they worked together. They both were extremely intelligent, cunning, sly, bold, and had the killl to cause pain. Heartbreaker was naturally bigger built and taller than his sister, but she made it up in other ways that at times neither fully understood. They could protect each other. Help each other. But that just wasn't the way a dark mind crumbled now was it? Every equine for itself. Defend your own self at all costs. The others pain is your pleasure. Long live yourself.

Those other ways were the intentions of lights. Teamwork. Sportsmanship. Compassion. The only thing Heartbreaker had compassion for was others suffering. And spreading his seeds around. It didn't matter whether it was his sister or his mother. Anything would pleasure him. Sick right? Quite.

Onyx orbs drifted around the site, the dreary depths of the area that surrounded them. Quite boring really. No sudden ambush of a equine eating predator. Not even the cream stud had offered any rejection to Heartbreaker. But his presence was quite irritating. But for this second, the stud was not his challenge. It was his sister. Noi. The lovely vixen herself. Mind had to control his bod from shaking with a pure sense of invigoration at what would happen when he finally was with Noi alone. Wouldn't be too long now. Orbs widened slightly, though unnoticable from the shadows. His smirk stiil played devilishly on his features. As if the natural expression was permenantly imprinted on his facade.

Whipcord whispered in the slight breeze that had overtaken the parts. Not hard at all, just a slow caution breeze. Pregnant clouds loomed overhead, as if warning their arrive, a soft echoing of thunder many miles away. It was coming soon enough. The moon's light faltered out of their orbs reaches, pupils enlarging to grasp the darkness. The cream was easy to spot, but the duo were harder. Both onyx like the shadows, their figures whisping in and out of each others optics. Pupils surrounded his whole occules, which were the same color as his irises, so they appeared just the same. His vision re-established the vix's posture. The moon continued to fade in and out of the clouds, pupils switching with the lighting. Vocals soon echoed through the air was his auds swiveled in Noi's direction, inhaling her tones. You honestly think you can harm me? Pain is just as much a pleasure to me as it is to you when inflicting it, brother. A cackle shortly followed after this remark, but Heartbreaker was the one who was issuing it. It was quite a chilling sound, like nails running along a chalkboard. The sound dimmed slowly, as his regular deep tones took the other's place. However Noi, your pain causes me more pleasure than you can even dream of.His vocals echoed hollowly through the air after that thought. The words implied more than what they may have seemed.

Suddenly a smirk entered his opponents jaws, as she began circling him, as if rounding him up. His skull followed her antics, his amusment fading. This was not his envisionment of fun. His mind allowed to tinker the thought of striking at her, but he kept that silenced for the time being. He would let her wear herself out by circling him. Then when she was tired out, he would strike at her weak spots. Yes, even Noi had them. Her vocals now appeared again, as she rounded around him, her speech continuing around him. How ironic. Within your words lingers both speak of rumors and a hint of sarcasm. 'Twas you that repeated the rumor that sarcasm is said to be the refuge of the weak. 'Twas also you that said, indirectly of course, to never believe the rumors moments later. Tell me, do you ever confuse yourself? Or are you confessing that you are weak? You've said it yourself. Or shall we add regret to the list of ingrediants of weakness in this discussion? She spat at him, only waiting for his retaliation. A chuckle vibrated through his chest cavities, shaking the better half of his bod, as his vocals re-emerged as well. How little you know. My comments had no sarcasm because, even you realize, they were competely true. Probably the only things I have never lied about. Intriguing no?

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Muscle rippled beneath her cloaks as the smirk of sinister pleasure played her upper facade, winding up her facial muscles, the tiny tissues bending to her whim with ease. Many would have been taken aback at her wide, grinning smirk, as she rarely performed like this. Oh, no, she thought it unwise to reveal the inner urges and emotions. Tonight, however, she was feeling confident. Perhaps this was foolish of her, but her brother was indeed smirking ear to ear as well, although his expression was well hidden in the shifting shadows that miraculously continued to veil his mask. Mask. What a peculiar thing. An object used to hide one's self. The question came to her mind. Was he really wearing a mask, or was this tricky and cynical being truly her brother? Yes, yes he was, and she would have welled up with pride at that particular moment had it not been for the simple fact that joy was not in her ever extensive vocabulary. Yes, she knew the word, but it was almost as if she was forbade to use it by her own self.

She was brought out from her own thoughts to listen to his lyrics once more at once he replied to her words. However Noi, your pain causes me more pleasure than you can even dream of. A cackle protruded from her passageway, rippling up it and leaking out in echoes of a satanic song of blood lust and simply sullen tone. "Right you are, then, for dreams are for the weak minded." She shook her skull at him. Dreams? Was he honestly being serious? It took her a good moment to think of the right words to place down on the table, as it was not every day she had to answer to this. If equines had eyebrows, you'd better believe hers would be raised in small confusion and massive amusement.

She aproached him, occules suddenly flashing with shere amusement as she did so. She had ceased her circling. Out of genuine curiosity, she reached out inches below his skull, running her tarred black tongue along his nape only so, just below his jugular. "Do I really know little? Or is it you who knows little about what I know?" She asked in a confusing little question. A smirk played her mug as her own blood trickled down his boa from her touch. She lowered her skull, running her tarred tongue along his nape once more, swallowing her own crimson fluids like a corrupted and twisted being would. She kept her broken reflectors upon him at all times as she did so, dipping her skull only so to hide her own jugular from him.

[ Sorry. Short. I'll post in Azula's next. BRB. REPLY while I do so. <3
Edit: Bleh. Sorry. Can't post in Azula's right now. x.x Out of muse. ]

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Optics revolved in her circular form, his amusement fading to a bare flicker. He didn’t like being circled around. It made him feel particularly vulnerable. His auds laid back with discontent, ivories bared in her swiveling direction. An incessant growl rang through his throat, as it rumbled deep in his chest cavities, the snarl muffled by the wall of his bared canines. What was wrong with her? She continued circling around him, her smirk only growing in size, becoming larger with each revolution. Back right pillar swung out sideways, but not intending to cause injury, as it swung sharply into the ground, only a few centimeters from which it had been propped. A slight indentation of the soft earth was a marking that he had impaled upon the mossy surface, his pillar retracting again to its previous position as weight was re-established to it again. Onyx orbs continued to monitor her every step, watching her carefully, mind formulating several plans according to each separate angle she paced around him. Thoughts drifted slightly, as he watched her. He had never seen his sister act in such a ludicrous way. She was always a sharp tongued but cool headed specimen. Always attacking from her mind and not her bodice. And yet even he was unsure whether it was a ploy to scare him off, or if she was really loosing it. His mind thought roughly, as his growl continued to grow.

His thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly halted, her laughter slightly surprising to him. But he let no alarm or shock shown in his orbs on upon any spot on his bod. His snarling was momentarily ceased. Her vocals now replaced the dim echoing of her amusement, catching his auds as he deciphered her thoughts. Right you are, then, for dreams are for the weak minded. This remark almost made a chuckle emerge from his jaws, but he silenced it, instead thinking of another sentence that would falter her thoughts. He announced it. Than you must be weaker than I thought, seeing that you can not even handle dreams. Now the smirk re-appeared on his empty facade, etching the grin on the edges of his maw. As his words cleared his facade, however, his approached him. Slowly. Cautiously. Nape arched instinctually, as pillars widened their gap, as if preparing for anything she should do. His smirk now dissipated as quickly as it had emerged, a scowl replacing it. As her own nape stretched out, his cavern opened, lips parting as ivories lit up appearing from their own shadows. His jaws were bared open, as if a viper ready to spit venom, his snarl starting up again. She edged closer, as he saw her own maw opening abroad. His snarl became louder, now sounding like a dog getting too close to its kill. Her tongue emerged, scraping the bristles of his hide along his nape. If he had been a light, he probably would have squealed out of shock, but no sounds similar ran through his vocals. Only the snarl remained. Incessantly humming. Her tones emitted again. Do I really know little? Or is it you who knows little about what I know? Her melody whispered in his auds. Her maw opened again, her tongue reaching up a bit higher, as he felt a liquid substance running down his neck. Was that his blood? No. it was her own.

Suddenly his testosterone levels rose dramatically, his hormones and a boost of adrenaline coursing through his whole bod. He shivered in a pleasant delight. Was she teasing him? Noi? It was hardly like her, but then again neither was any of her other acts that he had just experienced. She suddenly retracted back into his whole view, her boa arched as if hiding something from him. Quite coy for Noi. A smirk now ran through his maw, as he let his muscles rotate again under his soft onyx hide. His blood was coursing through his bod, refreshing his every step. He now moved towards her, confident strides mocking her own, his smirk only growing. He faced her almost head on, but at a slight angle to her left. He now approached her slowly, his own bod now dangerously close to hers. His hot breath ran across the midsection of her neck. His ivories re lighted, as they locked unto the lower middle section of her nape, where a stud would usually grip a mare during reproduction. His ivories locked onto her nape, tightening slightly his own blood running from his tongue that he had just bitten. It ran now down her boa. After about 10 seconds he released his grip, his smirk still apparent. His orbs locked on hers. He circled around her once fully, always watching her. Then abruptly he stopped directly behind her as he pivoted so he was facing in her direction. His fore pillars lifted off the ground as he landed upon what should have been her back (trying not to powerplay lol.) His front pillars locked on her barrel as he lifted himself on top of her, his ivories grasping onto the same spot he had bitten her just a few moments before. Suddenly his bod jolted into hers, but he didn't allow his tool to escape from his bod. He was teasing her just as well. He mocked a humping motion, however, didn't enter her caverns. His ivories let go as he whispered in her auds softly. I don't know. Shall we test your skills for good?

OOC: *shivers* that was even a little creepy for me lol. *hint* he didn't reproduce with her at all, he's just teasing her.. *suspenseful* .. now its your turn to decide what happens. lol bom bom boooommm

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She watched him impale the mossy surfaces of the earthy floors, scattered with elements rendered afloat momentarily by his force, before landing once more as if bowing to him, though far off as if in fear of the great stag she would someday believe was her true, full blooded brother, born one year apart.
Thorns swivelled in his direction, poised towards him and locked in that very position as if he were the only one she'd let speak to her and pay mind to. The twin towers took in his hisses as if breathing him in, inhaling him. There was an odd thought. Her amusement was only fed by these bear like growls. Suddenly, as he sounded more and more like the canine creature that had made off with their makers and others of their beloved home, darker than any place on earth, and quite possibly hell itself. The wolven. Her smirk faded slowly but dramatically, leaving not a frown, but her blank, staring expression she had once held upon her fleshy mask.

Did he truly wish to frighten her with this bit of noise? Secretly, it was working, but she'd never admit it. She drew back at the sound, feeling rather uncomfortable, but for good reasons that even he could surely understand. After all, when they had been so much younger, the massacre had easily striken fear in both of their eyes.

As his rumbling ceased and words were spoken once more, she regained her composure and listened to his statement. Than you must be weaker than I thought, seeing that you can not even handle dreams. He said. She gave him a half hearted look of amusement and questioning, speaking her question aloud to him as her sullen tone was resurected to the lingering other. "Are you telling me that you dream? An image only the unsucessful turn to as a temporary escape from true reality as we know it? Or are you proposing that you are weak-minded?" She asked. "Those are the only two options you have given yourself in that foolish come-back, brother." She hissed.

Occules watched him carefully as she noticed an almost unoticable change in him. No, she had not been teasing him, but the yet still he must have taken it that way. She drew aback, knowing how dangerous a stud could be in that state of mind. She grew wary of him, occules locking onto his with hesitation to even breathe..as if it was as if she stayed in place, motionless as the trees with the dorment wind, he would not see her. Yes, even Noi had something to fear. It wasn't exactly fear, though. Rather..smart caution. She let a breath out, and it seemed as if he focused on her even more, but it was an illusion she was giving herself. She took a single step back as he stepped confidently her way, scenting the heightened amount of testosterone on the lingering oxygen mixture, far more noticable above all the foul scents, miles out. She decided to stand her ground, breathing steadily to show no fear to him. This time, when his ivories latched onto her, she did not grin with pleasure in the pain that he caused her. No, but she did not frown either. She stood with a blank stare at him, knowing what his next moves would be, or at least attempting to predict them. She snorted in indignance, a foul glare sent his way as she twisted her skull towards him, though nothing was in her eyes as usual. It wasn't exactly the tease that had set her off, but rather the feel of being beneath someone she thought equal to her. She lashed out best she could at him before squeezing out from beneath him. If he was going to try anything, she'd rather be away from the cream stag who could only watch in either pleasure or horror, his decision. She would not allow eyes upon her in the hour of her doubt and confusion, amidst her rage. She gave a brief stare to Heartbreaker before kicking into a blur of movement, swift as she penetrated the darkest abyss of the nearby, vast forest area. She knew well that he'd, without a doubt, follow her. She was a prize to hold in posession, this was certain. There was always the small chance, however, that in his eyes she was not worth the fight. It had happened many times before, after all.

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Ah yes. The massacure. The day that the duo had truely been in tune as one. Thier fear had channeled through each other, their strength flowing between the both of them. They feld directly off of each other's emotions, paralyzed in fears. He had been younger than her yes, although at times he had wished it was the other way around. He at times had been braver than she, for he was a stallion and it ran through his veins. But she at the time was much more inteeligent than he, but he was stronger still. They had worked in harmony to escape the wolves that torn apart their pride, their dignity, their family. Their parents were now part of the soil. They had been the only two survivors. They were tracked down by the wolven, encountering a few at a time in two instances. The first was the worst, the alpha male was along in the hunt. Heartbreaker was fearful of his only sibling becoming hurt, and he foolishly warded him off, repaying him the favor of returning the alpha male to the earth's crust. For good. But he had recieved actions in turn, his left orb being branded with a long scar that never faded. It was one of the many reminders he had of that day. That week. That year. The second attack was with fewer wolves, but Noi was the hero in that regard. She was the one that dfnded Heartbreaker in that turn. But yet, when they escaped it all, all they had were hollow memories of their family. All whom they could balme in one cruel way or another were each other. Nit picks became arguements, arguements became fights, fights became battles, battles became war. They went their seperate ways in the end, not being able to stand each other. It had been 3 years since that time. But the pain was still there, the vengance still lingered. Now Heartbreaker's only last wish was to cause Noi as much pain as possible. But yet in those last few seconds as his vocals had whispered into her auds, his heart longed for her to be part if his herd. So he really truly could protect her.

Her bodice slipped from his grasp, as he let her slide from underneath him, the tender thoughts now brushed away as if carried by the wind. Her amusement had faded. As he knew it would. She didn't like playing by his rules. But thats what she got by being momentarily out of check. Letting herself go could have consequences, as she should have knowm all too well. In his own way, he knew how to put her back in her somber conrner, her emotionless state. Sulking in her miseries by herself. In his enjoyment, he had almost forgotten the cream one, as ivories bared momenatily at the creature, auds flushed against his skull. In that split second, he had let his attention from Noi lapse as movement was flashed through his perifial vision. Bod moved too slow as she lashed out at him, her back hind dagger scrainng his broad chest. A momentarily sting of pain flooded his bod as his felt the warmth of his crimson blood dripping through the crevaces of his chest before splattering to the soil. His orbs flashed as his onyx orbs only caught her fleeing figure. Cursing under his breath he let his pistons shoot off beneath him, quickly gaining a quicker pace. He allowed to keep a distance, as she turned toward the forest, his angle matching the same course and speed. He wouldn't just let her go. Not yet. He had to see how much destruction he had caused before leaving her in her misery to herself. Muscles rippled under his hide as he continued his pace , her tones running through his mind. Are you telling me that you dream? An image only the unsucessful turn to as a temporary escape from true reality as we know it? Or are you proposing that you are weak-minded? Those are the only two options you have given yourself in that foolish come-back, brother. Dial shook slightly as mind made note to reply to the statement once he had gained enough ground and she would decide to stop. For now, he would pace with her, letting her energy sap out. He was close enough to follow her every path, her scent too strong. He would reach her.. Soon enough.

OOC: short but i couldn't really decide what would hapen after that point, since Noi hasn't stopped running lol.

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[ end thread. it's been a while. i'll just have her follow him on the way back. ]