When we arrive..

[Deja Vou]

Why are you trying so hard to save me?
I don't want to feel your warmth any longer.

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Where have you taken us now, Azula? Another swamp. Another dead place that has no life. Good. Your learning. Slowly. But surely. We don't wish to be seen by others now do we? They spoil our fun, ruin our games. They mock us, Azula. Some try to torture us, yes. But we won't let them do that any longer. Not while I'm around you won't. We have to isolate ourselves. And this swampy like region will do fine. No fools would come around these areas to look for a meager vix. Yes, I know we're in the claiming fields, but our scent is mellowed out with the stench of the mud around is, the gnats that sawrm our bodice. No one will find us out here.
Our bodice was covered with these vermins. Gnats, they were called. They bit into our gray flesh, only to be met with the sharp angle of our ragged whipcord. A satisfying snap would be the end of the small insect's 24 hour span, its blood mixed with ours that it had taken. It shown dimly on our bodice with the moon's mellow light, untill being soaked back into our hide, leaving the blood stain until a fresher purity could wipe it from us. Our daggers were cracked with wear, although we are only 4 years. Our whipcord, when not being thrown around, was almost dancing around our hocks, whispering through our pillars as our forward motion continued. Our pillars were covered in a muddy crust, the earth's topsoil had tarnished our normally freckled ivory pillars with a thick pasty brown. Our hazel orbs were always revolving around the shadowed plains, our every move speculate and analyzed in advance. Our orbs finally rested on one spot, as our auds checked her perimeter for any hiding predator that may have wished to feast on a lone vixen. Whether for mourishment from hunger or for sexual resaons. Both were things a young vix had to look out for, especailly all by ourselves. Our pillars creaked to a stop, our daggers resting upon a thin stretch of land that was surround by a wet deep swamp around us. A moat, a border. If you will. To protect us. From what? Perhaps our fears. Perhaps from others that wished to prey on us that night.
We have to becareful. No matter what. Others like us. They lie to us my dear. But no one will distrub our peace for too long. Not too long. And now, for now, we are alone, in the peace and sanity of ourself, Azula. We can comfort ourselves for now, but stay alert. Things could alter all too quickly, but you know that. As well as I. Now be a good pet and stay awake. Let no one go unnoticed. You konw as well as I do what could happen my dear Azula. You know as well as I.
We look out into the night, shadows dancing before our orbs. We turn our skull, shadows now cast upon our features, making us seem all the more menanacing. A soft breeze seems to pass us, as a loud hiss vibrates through our jaws, our ivories being shown to the light. Our canines are a dim reflection of what true spirits roam in us, we are much more than what we seem. Now that the wind has picked up, we must escape to a father sancutary. Our stench will carry off further into the center of the Claiming Fields, and more carcasses may come to seek the answer. And we're the answer, but not the solution. But we must escape, as I said before. Our orbs dart around almost frantically, but the little light that is shown through the terra, gives our oculars no reprieve. We are hopeless. My dear, we are no cat. No predator. Our orbs shed us no light in the dark, as our whiskers aren't long enough to guide, nor are our auds trained to reflect off of sounds like a marine animal. For now, until the moon is seperated from the clouds, we shall stand here. Until it's segregation lasts no longer.

Our story has finished / Our story remains untold

OOC: Crappy crappy post. sry no muse

Why can't you leave me by myself
Alone in my own comfort.

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Sinner was lingering so near to her. He was surprised the ess had not suspected him yet, however he did not blame her senses for this lack of knowledge in his whereabouts. She had obviously not expected to be stalked by one of the night. His scent was placed in many areas, an illusion intentionally forged to promise a silent and unknown stalk among the vixens that dared to wander at this forlorn time of day when the wind howled it's mournful cries with the wolves to the moon and trees seemed to grab out at trespassers whom they assumed unworthy to slip through their thin sheets of leaves and pass on to the claiming fields where our 'predator' would be roaming. It was impossible to sense him near or far. He was nonexistant in the flood of many scents that had rendered the abyss unsanitary to most that inhabited the cove.
Fathomless voids grazed through her personal space, penetrading her figurine as he started upon her with an unbreakable interest. She was of the lighter physical hue, not a trait of the average dark. However, what wasn't there to see was made up for in her mental power. She did not appear to be of the dark alliance, but Sinner was still thinking snake.
His pistons carried him in inaudible silence as he wove around fallen limbs, and distorted foliage to view her physique from all angles. As his stare penetrated her space in every way, his mind was carefully calculating her faults. Every equine had a weak spot or imperfection in their appearance. His was the grotesque appearance at all angles that could scare off any of the most powerful of beasts in the darkness. He was the lead night stalker, afterall. He was indeed the most corrupted being on the earth, excluding the king of all night stalkers, Imposter. Anyway, he scanned her for flaws and imperfections, as well as memorized every detail..every crease and line she held in her luminous skeletal. It was determined. She held no corrupted feature on her exterior, but he still was determined to find her out. Where did this ess truly dare to walk and talk?
Suddenly shadows were cast upon her features and he instantly knew where her loyalty was. Hisses erupted, burried in a fit of maniacal cackles as he stepped forth to reveal his presence to her from the front for once. He always appeared from the back, but he was growing weary of this routine. He figured hed jazz this one up a bit.
The beast settled his fit of cackles and a smirk came to his upper mask. He skeletal did not shift weights and stood even on each side, muscles eternally flexed to flaunt his power of all who dared linger near him. His jugular was hidden from lurching ivories of maddened souls as his constrictor was coiled back, corrupted cranium dipped ever so to cover the essenial wire. His molevolent voids peered over the vixen before him, his sullen stare full of twisted tyrany as it feast upon her. Another cackle came forth as his wicked grin was made and his laryx virbated to release a deep and hoarse voice,
"You're coming with me. No questions, or you will perish and I will leave this place with no guilt to haunt me. You will join my race in the forbidden lands of Asile De Nuit, and become one beneath only the night stalkers of high authority. I am Sinner, leader of the night stalkers and advocate of Hades. Dare ye defy the commands of the hidden elite brotherhood of evil?" He enquired, his sinister grin never ceasing.

[Deja Vou]

Why are you trying so hard to save me?
I don't want to feel your warmth any longer.

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Now Azula, we are alone. Or at least, that is what we wish to think, whether it is wrong or not. But we know that isn't true. Things are always stalking. Always watching. Death always lingers over most, as it has for us for a long time now, Azula. Waiting for us to slip up, to make a slight error in our ways. But we have made many of an error. We made a mistake coming here Azula, I warned you of that. And now we shall pay the sharp price that comes with the liberty of not listening to me. Yes, death has lingered with us for long, we know the feeling, we know the scent. It is embedded in our mind, our thoughts always reflected upon such things. Death. What a wonderful word. But look here, I am already coming off course. What a bad influence I really have become.
Our nasals outstretch, as we filter in new scents. We catch one, faint but coming from what seems to be all around us. We know this is impossible. But the scent is not familiar to us. It is not like the comforting scent of death and decaying flesh, which has come second nature to us. It is one of superiority. Or that is what the scent is showing me Azula, but we shall see what lays underneath.
Ah yes, this one is trying to fool our senses. Our auds pick up no sounds, our orbs see no falters in the shadows. Our nares pick up only a faint scent from no where. But it has forgotten one thing. Vibrations. We can feel it, echoing through our bone cavities, we know something is there. Its larger vibrations indicate it is larger than us. So it is reasonable to assume it is an equine. No predator is larger than ourselves. And now that we focus more carefully, we could swear we could track testosterone in that scent. But it weakens before us, the vibrations now hitting infrequently and with more care. It is spying on us. Or something near by us. Ours auds still revolve around our ivory and onyx splattered skull, but they are set back. We aren't happy. We don't wish to be interrupted from our peace. We wish to remain alone. Our mind drifts off slightly as we try to formulate different plans for any equine that may run through our sanctuary. Rejection first comes to mind, but only a short term solution. No dark being that would wander so close to us would give up that quickly. Exinction comes to our mind second. But is unlikely, especially if the creature does have testosterone. We are not as physically toned as most males, but close. But that leeway will be too great. Unless the brute is incredibly foolish. Another way? Mental insanity. That is one of our best traits. Allowing horses to crumble beneaht our daggers from the mere words that run from our jaws and into the sharp air. Like a knife slitting through skin. The outside is slightly tough, but once the puncture has been made.. blood falls.
A cackle reaches our auds, disrupting our thoughts. How rude. Can't we at least be uninterrupted. Where ever are your manners, stud? As we listen, our bodice turned in its direction. This time we know where the creature is. And it will get all hell, if you listen close Azula.
A shadowed form now unclogs itself from the shadows, a light hiss escapes our maw, alerting our new distaste for the newcomer. Our pupils slit to a bare minimum as our auds now retract to our skull, making them almost invisible from several viewpoints. What a devil picture is that. An equine with no twin towers. How amusing the thought, but that is what we must have looked like, Azula. A devil. Good, maybe it'll frighten the sucker off. No skin off our hide, now would it be? Ivories flash into the faint light of the moon, as it slowly seems to grow in intesity, finally escaping the prison cells of the pregnant clouds. A new light sheds on our position, allowing both us and the brute to be more rapidly exposed. We searched over his strong bod, an onyx hue seeming to emerge from the moonlight. It was in contrast to our own, but his breed was unknown to us. A mutt most likely. Some sort of mixed blood as were we. His tones flow to us, they hold power unlike that what we have heard for a while now. It attracts our attention, for the time being. We process these tones as they flow into words. You're coming with me. No questions, or you will perish and I will leave this place with no guilt to haunt me. You will join my race in the forbidden lands of Asile De Nuit, and become one beneath only the night stalkers of high authority. I am Sinner, leader of the night stalkers and advocate of Hades. Dare ye defy the commands of the hidden elite brotherhood of evil? Quite a long speech, we must concure, but most of the talk is useless to us. We filter through the pages again, picking out what interests us most. Come with me or you shall perish? By whom? Thou stag? We doubt this, as we allow a low hiss vibrate from our esophagus, striking quickly to his auds. We've made sure he could hear our displeasure. We glance to his maw, seeing that a deep smirk is imprinted upon it. Our own facade allows to be reconfigured, as our own devilish smirk is formed. Except, ours hold a mere amount of amusement. As we replay his tones again. We find this all.. very amusing. I have a response for you now Azula, so be a good girl and repeat it to the lad. Our vocals run out, as they hold no fear nor discomfort.

Kill me then. You seem to believe that you have the right. Our voice cackles, our own amusement allowed to be apparent. This is all a very funny joke, we see. But our voice still continues further. However, I believe you possess neither the right nor the skill. Am I correct? Or shall you teach me better? Have I been a bad little vix? Lay one dagger on me heathen, and you'll learn to bite your words. We threatened, seeming to no longer be amused. But secretly we are. We shalln't submit so we can be raped. Or be belittled. He has to earn our respect. It goes both ways, not one. Tell him that next Azula. The next time he talks, shove that it in his increbibly handsome skull. What? No, I'm not losing it. What the hell do you know? Just shut up and listen.
Yes, we seem to jump from one emotion to the other. Some swear that we have mulitple personalities. They are fools, Azula. It is just you and I.. Multiple has to be more than two.. right?


Our story has finished / Our story remains untold

OOC: Finished =)

Why can't you leave me by myself
Alone in my own comfort.

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Of course she wasn't alone. Or perhaps she was, in the small world we all lived in. One so daring and unique could hardly be matched to yet another of the feminnine race with such a distinct personality from the rest. To rival this would seem nearly impossible to anything, but this fact didn't bother Sinner. The crook had delt with many a sly ess, and this one was no different. They were all tricky, or at least attempted to be, but Sinner always found his way around their slippery boundaries. He, too, could play mind tricks on them..manipulate their thoughts into something sinister and corrupted as his own. This was no arrogance, though. He did dare be c.ocky, for every being had it's own set of surprises. He was superior to them all, though. He could handle resistance, as well as overcome it. He was not vulnerable. He was (almost) invinsible.

It was true. A stalker was always somewhere to watch their fugitive, every moment of the day. Some suspected that even the birds were spies, working for an evil force. Perhaps they were, but Sinner never thought once of troubling himself over these thoughts. The way he saw it, he'd let them watch in horror as his elusive self entered Demur Cove. As long as those spies stayed out of his way and the way of demonic crew, there would be no trouble. Of course, a slaughter or even massacre could occur at any given moment when the stag felt threatened or insulted.

Sinner's cold stare penetraded her personal space once more, roaming her physique and picking out every flaw as he did with every potential crew member. The darkest of hues filled his eye sockets, however, and it was nearly impossible to tell where he was looking, which made him all the more intimidating. His glare was brought back to her own upper facade as she spoke with defiance dripping from her every spoken word.
Kill me then. You seem to believe that you have the right.
A cackle rumbled from the back of his passageway, his pharyx vibrating to give her his response amidst his dark cackling,
"You are correct, wretch. I do fill in for the reaper every now and again, but unlike the reaper I do not foolishly commit my grousome tasks alone. You see, I'd rather share the pleasure of it all with those who share the same twisted interests as I. Others whom you will meet on your journey should you decide to quit rebeling against me, defiance which you should know is a lethal move," he hissed, continuing as his cackles ceased, "for though I prefer to act beside my brothers, I will not hesitate to bring you down upon this very turf and vanish as easily as I have come."

He listened to her next statement.
However, I believe you possess neither the right nor the skill. Am I correct? Or shall you teach me better? Have I been a bad little vix? Lay one dagger on me heathen, and you'll learn to bite your words.
His cackles were brought through louder. They ceased quickly, and he spoke once more. "Will I now? Tell me, how foolish do you think it is to engage in such a battle without further testing your opponent? You could quite possibly be overcome with regret, and that would be punishment enough. I'd have to leave you, dying simply by your own fault. Regret is a wound that can never be healed, afterall." He hissed easily, a smirk upon his features. "And a wounded being is hardly worth the time of any significant or wise other."

[Sorry it's so short. I only have a bit of computer time and I don't want to spend it all on one post. Post with Noi, now?]

[Deja Vou]

Why are you trying so hard to save me?
I don't want to feel your warmth any longer.

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Optics search around this place that many call their temporary home. All we see is a black shallow land filled with mud and swamps. Filled with pesky creatures like gnats and misquitos. And other equines. At times we wish we had family. We wish we had ones to cling to, to hide under if we didn't feel like speaking. A shelter, a guidance, a pillar to lean on. But we only have ourself. No one to save us when we fall, making that life saving grab to save the other. No one to tuck us in at night and give us a kiss. But we don't miss it. How can one miss something they never had. We never had a mother or a father did we? Sure, biologically we did. But not really. We were abaondoned almost after birth, in the middle aof a horrid winter. We haven't seen other equines for quite some time. Except from spying in the shadows. Perhaps that is why are etiquette has never been quite.. tamed. We learned things for ourself, by ourself. We learned to stay away from other males that were larger and had a large herd. They could easily rape us when we were young. But we aren't as young as we once were, as naive as we once were. I like to think we've gotten better since the beginning. We've bonded with eachother. Haven't we. And now here we are. In a mud pit. This is what we worked for. What we earned. This lame swamp filled with nothing but vermins. Although it should anger us, it has the opposite effect. It pleases us slightly. Seeing that we could step into a claiming fields is pleasing. That means that we took care of ourself enough to get us this far. Unlike some that die in the first round. We have endured a lot. But it seems not enough to some. Why can't they just see it our way. Why be so stubborn. You first meet a male and what are the first syllables out of their ugly jaws? Come with me or you'll be killed. How nice. That really makes us want to follow them right? Wrong. Don't they get it that we would come easier with less pressure. No. We shouldn't get upset though darling. We must remember that they are only males. They don't have the capacities in their brains to think the way we do. I suppose its a sex weakness in the breed. Oh well. The poor things.
Our thoughts run back in tune as we glance to the stud standing in front of us. Looking all macho and tough. Sure. His onyx hide scorched over most of his bod. His orbs seem shadowed by the light, but that doesn't bother us. If he's too afraid to come where he can be seen, so be it. We aren't afraid to be shown. But there will be a price to our unveiling. He just doesn't know it yet. It isn't something that happens immediately. It takes a long time, but in the end it is worth it. We have learned from the best I like to say. Ourselves.
Now our thoughts are once again slaughtered, as his speech continues. He sure talks alot doesn't he. Oh well. Just wish he would shut up is all. Mind records the message as if to play it at a different time, at her own convience. Without a thought, we pick out the words that mean something to us. Tell me, how foolish do you think it is to engage in such a battle without further testing your opponent? You could quite possibly be overcome with regret, and that would be punishment enough. Ah yes. But we shall respond with barely anything, just to see if that sparks his nerves.

This is your test. We speak sharply, but yet say no more. We don't go on and one with our words. Merely say all that is needed. Which is usually less than most. We weren't the talkitive type, that much was apparent. Pillars resettled on the grounds beneath us, as we shifted our wieght cautiously. Some would attack us. And he might do that. So we stand ready. Just incase.


Our story has finished /Our story remains untold

OOC:done sry its short

Why can't you leave me by myself
Alone in my own comfort.

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