Dyzz
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 21, 2010 15:39:44 GMT -5
Russian . Tango The pretty little mare seemed to dance on thin air as she spun around, laughing vibrantly, lids closed of her grey-green eyes, as she pivoted and pounced, her tiara tossed high into the air, pushing thick tresses of rich black away from her face. Her mousey form seemed to shine through all the snow and ice of winter, as she giggled brightly. The grulla mare was a beauty, with her soft mousey brown fur. The dark brown/black points(only a few shades lighter than her darkly hued mane and tail) climbing up her legs, blending into the rest of her body, by the means of zebra striping, that appeared around her knees. Her legs were never stopping, as she danced. Pointing her hooves, and carrying her limbs high, her steps quick and graceful as she danced to imaginary music. Her tiara sliced downward through the air, tucking close to her chest, her darker toned head made darker by the bright white markings upon her forehead. The star and strip, connected, shined brightly, while a small white snip sat between her nares, the two white markings connected by a darker marking (the same shade as her points) in a spider-webbing pattern. Her twin towers , the same dark color of her point- a shade of two darker than her façade, where held high, taking in the sounds of the music only she could hear, as she wove a dance pattern all her own. She reared slightly, her back being displayed, and the dorsal stripe, along with her shoulder stripes were seen in clear distinction, that could only be seen so well, by a stallion mounting her, something the tiny fae didn’t allow.
Tiny she was, the dancer; standing at just 14.3 hands, her form that of a delicate Arabian, Tennessee Walker mix. Her hooves clashed and played in the sand, decorated by feathering that hinted at her mix breed form. She lowered herself back onto all fores, as her music slowed, with the wind, and slowly she fell into a complete stillness, her breathing slightly labored, but a bright smile upon her dark muzzle. Her eyes snapped open, the soft pale green-grey shining brightly with in her delicately carved tiara, as she shook out her mane, and whipped her tail through the air, before suddenly wishing for another song to begin. A wish that was not granted this time around, So instead, the neutral mare began to work her way through a collection of trees, her steps light and graceful, as if she was dancing on air, rather than walking on the ground. It was no lie that the mare was a beauty, nor was it a lie, how much she enjoyed the wild, clearness of her dancing. She was a bright mare, warm and kind, but held an unhealthy amount of innocence, and naivety upon her person. And while many would question why such a mix was so bad, it remains to be said, just what happens when a stallion approaches the pretty, but unclaimed femme.
But right now, Tango wasn’t thinking of that. No, her heart was setting on finding another song to dance to, no matter where it might come from, which is how she landed in the lands, that usually darks were found in, which is what would lead to a dark stallion finding her, and another neutral mare joining the party. But right now, Tango wasn’t thinking of what could happen. No, the little mare was more excited for the possibility to dance again. Because if she could dance, she’d be free, and if she was free, she’d be happy. And when she was happy, well. Nothing would go wrong. So the mare worked her way to the middle of a land, that many were careful to watch out for. A land were force breed, and force claiming wasn’t frowned upon. A land, that she shouldn’t have been in. But, what do you expect, from a mare that would do anything for a dance.
A swish of wind ran through the area, creating a soft symphony out of the leaves, and grasses, birds called in soft tones, and the mares steps changed, from floating on air, to dancing in the wind, as she swayed to the natural music, before spinning slightly, her tiara getting tossed back, as her long tresses coiled around her in a soft melodic way, before a pinprick in the back of her mind had her stopping in mid-dance, as she looked around, eyes wide, trying to find the soul who’d come upon her now, who was watching her from the shadows. The wind rushed past her, sending her dark fore tresses over her eyes, obscuring her vision, long enough for whoever it was that was watching the beautiful young fae, to approach her without her seeing. And as many would say, Let the dance, continue.
“I’m talking.”
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firehound12
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Post by firehound12 on Jun 21, 2010 20:33:12 GMT -5
The Stallion who was colored in witha gray colored pen walked along, seeing a mare. She was a brown, but more like a mouse brown. She had a lot of different markings, stockings, a star on her head, dorsal stripe... He focused on her unique Gray-Green orbs. So odd, so eye-catching. He had to have her. No matter what. He'd have her as his own. She was 14.3 Hands tall, He smirked. He was a good Three or Four hands taller than the fea. Who was this stallion you ask? So far a nobody. So far he held no power or rank. He would soon be a tittle holder, he'd have power. He would make sure. As he got a closer look at her, he made sure he still kept distance, he stood a foot away from her and spoke."Why Hello there pretty. What's a dancing girl like you doing way out here? Get lost? I can help you out if need be. I'm gonna be king to a land soon. You wanna join me? Eh, there Dancer?" Deception in Heartache smiled and spoke once more "Guess you wanna know my name. It's Deception In Heartache. He Grinned and as he got a bit closer to her, his auds perked up just a bit more.
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 21, 2010 22:22:11 GMT -5
Russian . Tango For the longest time the pretty little grulla mare was completely oblivious to the gray stallion who had been watching her as she danced and played, watching her as she moved and pranced. Had she been aware of the stallion, perhaps she wouldn’t have strayed so far away. Perhaps not. But as it was, Tango was just naïve enough that when the stallion suddenly showed up, his taller formation forcing her to look up at him she tilted her tiara to the side, her brightly hued grey-green orbs sparkled lightly in the sun that shown through the clouded sky, as he fell short of her by a foot or so. I didn’t know he was, but he looked innocent, and nice enough. But daddy always told me to never take what a stallion looks like, to be the judge of who he really is. But, then again, daddy was always over protective, and worrying about me. He always said that my sweet, innocent nature was going to have others taking advantage of me. That I was too willing to see the decency in everyone. That one day it’d be my greatest downfall. So, I’m sure my daddy was just kidding about all that, right. Besides this stallion looked nice, and he looked polite, the way he gave me space. I tilted my head to the side, my long dark dresses falling in loose, crimped waves down the side of my face, swirling around, and half obscuring my right eye, as I regarded him with a sweet, but slightly shy smile. His words were nice, almost kind, as he greeted me, and I dipped my tiara in a sweet, shy response. ”Hola, Senor.” Her greeting was soft, with gentled tones, a soft accent lighting her words, giving them a gentle, sensational purr that was only made possible because of the natural Spanish that flowed over her lips.
His next questions where simple, but his title of ‘dancing girl’ had a bright smile lighting the naïve, innocent mare’s muzzle, as she shook her head. ”No, Senor. I’m not… lost, I don’t think. I wanted to find more music to dance too, and so I followed it here. But, now it’s gone…” Her tone took on a sad edge, at the mention of her music now being gone, as she looked around and sighed, the wind now gone, and the world silent once more, except for the stallion, that was, who was once more talking. The mare pranced in place, her tiny hooves moving beneath a soft rustling of her dark featherings, as her legs never stilled, the soft gentle movements keeping her on her toes, and kept her mane and tail in a constant, bouncing movement. ”Help me, senor? I’m sure, I could… find my way… out somehow… I hope…” Her voice trailed off as she looked around, and paused, suddenly realizing that everything around her was indeed… unfamiliar. She sighed, wincing at the realization. That wasn’t likely to be a good thing, right?
His next words had her tilting her head. Wondering what his words meant. Join him? He wanted her company… right? That’s what she was getting out of it. He wanted her company, her friendly companionship…. Surely, that was it. The pretty, little naïve mare tilted her head, ”You’re going to be a king soon? How do you know, senor, if you have yet to request the land you are after. And please, do not mistake me for being rude, curiosity has always been my worst downfall, senor.” She said with a smile. ”As for joining you… As much as I would like to offer you my company, I’m afraid I cannot. I’m in search of the perfect source of la musica. And, Senor, my name is not Dancer.” She informed him, before he spoke again, this time giving his name. Deception In Heartache. What a peculiar name… She’d never heard another like it. Sure, her parents had odd names, Denial and Dreadnaught where not names you’d expect a parent to give foals. The stallion grinned, as he finished his name, stepping closer towards her, his auds pricking forward, focusing on her, and for a moment, she could hear her father’s warning tones, telling that when something happened that had her worried, for her to get away, and find safety elsewhere. But, her naïve, innocent way she saw nothing out of the ordinary with this odd meeting with the stallion. In her mind. It was all the same. Like any other meeting with another horse, and so she smiled, and dipped her head in polite greeting, ”My name is Russian Tango, but mi’ama y mi’apa always called me Tango. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Senor. But your name is rather… long. I’ve never heard such a calling before, Senor.” She smiled again, before a slight breeze whispered through the area, pulling at her tresses and whisking the dark tendrils into the air.
She let out a joyful whinnied and spun around, her eyes closing as the breeze whispered secrets, and the wind rustled through the nature, causing a symphony to erupt for a sheer moment in time. The music spun around her, the prettiest of sounds swirling around her. Her eyes fell closed, as the wind pushed past her, even as her own lyrical words joined into the natural music swirling around her, ”You see, Senor. Music… And the most beautiful of kinds, too.” She stated, as she tossed her tiara skyward, before the breeze slowed down, and her tresses falling limp to curl down her neck and chest, her tail once more falling back down in coiling ribbons to the ground, as she tilted her tiara, cutting towards her chest, touching her chin to her chest, in a graceful arch, before finally opening her pretty gray-green eyes and looking at the stallion once more.
“I’m talking.”
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firehound12
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Post by firehound12 on Jun 22, 2010 12:29:09 GMT -5
He snorted lightly as he picked up her Spanish accent. It was hard for him to hear what she was saying, but he made sense of it. Deception suck out his chest with pride and looked at the mare who seemed to be tapping her hooves on the ground before them, in an odd pattern, making a delightful sound come to his auds. She was following music? Alright then, he would have cocked an eyebrow if he had one at her comment. He couldn't hear any sort of music. He wondered if she was crazy, or got dropped on the head as a filly. Brain-Damaged, or Crazy...Which would be better...Deception decided on Brain-Damaged, sure they might be a bit slow but at lest he wouldn't have to worry about the problems that went with having a crazy live with you. He listened to her next set of words and watched her sigh. She couldn't find her way out! Perfect! Simply perfect! Deception caught her next words though, despite the over joyed thoughts going through his head.
"Well, señora, how do I know I will be king? I already am. No one had spoken or challenged me since I claimed such tittle. Therefore I have it. It's mine. And you are not rude at all, m'dear, don't think that, Questions, do get the better of us all at times. And, señora, I do believe you could very well find la música in my Terra. Deception spoke these words a bit louder than he had been talking earlier. He moved back a bit from her, trying to ease the mare in case she was frightened. She gave her name and said her words, he noted she said his name was long, he nodded and spoke once more. "Bueno, Hola que el ruso Tango, Usted me puede llamar a engaño, que si te queda bien." Deception gave a soft smile and laughed. "I guess It's more common from my old lands, flaming passions. el nombre de mi hermana es la sangre de aves Decolorar. He replied. He knew some Spanish. Not a lot, just enough to get by. He wondered what she would say.
She spun around and whined and did some odd movements. He just watched in amusement. His little Dancer. How cute. He saw her eyes open after she was done speaking, her green-gray eyes looking at his own pale eyes. He had felt the breeze, but thought nothing of it. He shrugged and spoke once more. "Bien hecho, mi hermosa bailarina. ¿Por qué no pasar la noche conmigo. Tal vez te gustan mis tierras. He gave her a bit more room and a polite bow and a childish smile. His eyes dancing in wonder at the very fea who puzzled him.
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 22, 2010 18:46:43 GMT -5
Russian . Tango Despite her slightly accented voice, the vocals in which were issued from Tango’s mouth was a soft, delicate tone. Her clear voice ringing in soft lyrical notation that would have the most appraised vocalist green with jealousy. Everything about the little grulla mare flowed together, into a gorgeous work of art. Even her natural way with dance and the way the very nature around her became a symphony. She saw the way he responded to her comment on the music, and she tilted her head, her grey-green eyes saddening with the realization he was one of the many who didn’t hear it. A shame too. ”Did you not here the music, senor? Every part of the natural world accompanies it. From the wind rustling through the trees, to the bugs buzzing around. The birds high in the air tweet to the music, adding to the volume, while reeds clash together to form a drum. Senor. The entire world makes up one elaborate orchestra… All you must do to hear it, is close your eyes, and listen with both your ears, and your heart. It’s always there, just waiting for you to really, truly, hear.” With her words finished, she nodded her head in a ‘that’s that’ sort of way, before admitting that, while she wasn’t lost, she defiantly didn’t know where exactly she was. But before that topic could be breached again, the conversation turned towards that of his station, as King.
She tilted her head, as he spoke, her darkened auds twisting towards him, her face attentive as she listened to him speak, before nodding, ”Oh! I see, senor. So you already are a lead of a land? Of what nation does your land, and you belong, senor?” Ah, the nation question, the mare knew the difference between light, neutral, and dark. And she knew that as a neutral horse, she could lean whichever way she wished. But it was still a good idea to ask such a question, because nothing tells a horses character better than learning his alliance. His next words had a soft smile falling upon the mare’s features, as she dipped her head, the dancer in her, making the movement more graceful then courteous. ”I do, terribly, hate being rude. I was raised better than that, so I’m glad you saw me as not being disrespectful. As for Questions getting the better of me, they tend to appear out of nowhere.” She laughed, with a soft, gentle shrug, as her grey-green eyes closed for a moment, before he spoke again, this time, his words catching the mare’s attention, and she looked at him, as he moved back a few steps, giving her more space, and she smile, her pretty eyes, that seemed to show more emotion than any other horse’s eyes, lit up, and she giggled. ”Senor. As long as you search hard enough, and far enough. You can find music anywhere.” She told him, her tones sweet, and held the innocence that most mares at her age had long ago lost.
He spoke again, and a delighted smile came upon her façade, as he spoke his words in Spanish. She giggled brightly as she dipped her head in response to the stallion’s greeting towards her, ”You know Spanish, senor?” Tango asked, her shock evident of her face, along with her joy at having another speak a language she spent so long, learning herself. She laughed softly at his next words, tilting her head to the side. ”What a peculiar name, if it’s not rude of me to say so. I, myself, have no siblings, though mi’ama y mi’apa had their fair share of odd names. Mi’ama went by Die, but she was named Denial, while mi’apa was Dreadnaught, shortened to Dread.” She said, a smile appearing at her lips, at the sounds of her mom and dad. Die and Dread… somehow even their names sounded like they went together. Always the romantic, Tango couldn’t help but find all the little ways that seemed to support just how ‘well’ her parents belonged together.
Tango had always been a romantic, believing in love at first sight, true love, soul mates. You know, that sort of thing, and a lot of times it showed itself, especially when she was talking about to equines meant to be together. And then came the wind. She giggled to herself, as she felt the wind wrap around her, swirling in cool turns, as she glanced back at the stallion, to see him watching her in amusement. But not even she could read his thoughts, and if she could, she might have been worried especially at the ‘His little dancer’ part. She went back to her playing, as the wind tossed away at her mane and tail, flipping them both wildly, before the wind died down, releasing her from its grasp, and she spoke, her words still happy, and bright from the wind, and the music it carried to her. She tilted her head to the side, as he saw the stallion shrug, even as he spoke, his Spanish coming out, and instantly being translated for her to hear. ”Gracias!” She replied, as she tossed her mane, attempting to get the coiled fore tresses out of her eyes, but failing as they once more landed across them in what many would call a sexy, but messy curled mess. However, it was his next words that had the mare look at him, in what could only be described as shock, as she tried to figure out where the question had come from, a question, that she translated, to meaning that the stallion wanted to give her a place to sleep for the night. She tilted her head to the side, her ears falling slightly adding to the slightly confused look she held. She mumbled the Spanish to herself, wondering if she’d mistranslated it, before realizing it was as he asked.
Why not spend a night with me? Maybe you will like my land. She looked at the stallion, her innocent green-grey eyes reflecting just how easy it is to con this mare into doing anything, if you phrase it right. ”Er, ummm, I really don’t think I should, senor.” She said, in a soft voice, wondering what the meaning behind his questions had been. He wanted her to spend the night? The suggestion that she might like his lands. What was he trying to say. She shook her head, always the polite mare. ”As kind of an offer as that is, senor, I must decline…” She told him, easing back a step, before she frowned and looked around again, still not too sure where she was. And that led to another problem. If she didn’t know where she was, how would she find her way out. And, even better question yet, what were the rules in this land. She might have been more worried about the stallion approaching, had she known that these were one of the few ‘anything goes lands’ from force breeding, to force claiming. To fighting. To anything. There was no escape route, for a mare, in these lands, unless the stallion was willing to let you get away. And when Tango decided enough was enough, would Deception in Heartache allow her to walk away. Or would he become another dominating stallion, and force claim her, just to make sure she was his.
And better question yet. If she did allow him to help her out of whatever land she was in, if she allowed him to show her the way out, so she wouldn’t get even more lost, then if he did help her, what would happen next. It was one question after another, of what could happen, if anything did happen, but even as the writer worries, the mare is let out in the cold. She knew nothing of the stallion’s thoughts. She knew nothing of where she was. And being as naïve and innocent as she was. Just the right word can turn the little mare into a worried, and rightfully scared creature, being bound against her will. But, as it was, the mare was still attempting to sort out his offer… and finally the confused little mare looked up at the large stallion, before looking around, and forgetting about his offer, as she admitted, her words aloud, but directed towards herself. ”I am lost, aren’t I… Where on earth, am I?” The last sentence was directed towards the stallion, as she looked at him, hoping he might have an answer to help her out, as she bit her lip, and swished her tail, the threads lightly pooling over her flanks, before swaying backing into proper formation. Lost. In a land where anything goes. With a stallion who already considered her, his… What else could go wrong?
“I’m talking.”
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Post by firehound12 on Jun 22, 2010 20:36:20 GMT -5
She loved talking about music, didn't she? He played along, of course. Being the good stallion he was. Wait...Good? Who the hell said he was good? Oh yea, no one. He, Deception In Heartache, was not. And would never be, Good. Good was weak, it was being a play toy for others to use. To be walked on, and excepted to do good and righteous things, to be the hero. Not the Villain or Anti-Hero. To have limits on what you could or could not do. The stallion swore he could hear music. He swayed a bit and tossed his mane around. He caught the mare's appearance as she danced. And smiled. He heard her other words and replied. "I can hear it! And Neutral, although I lean more to the Light. And some Spanish, not much. I'm afraid. He gave a laugh. As she giggled. Deception had lied through his conning, dark, cold, evil, teeth.
When she spoke of names again, he nodded his head and sighed softly. As she declined his offer to join him in his lands. He shock his head and snorted softly. If only she knew what he was thinking. How scared she would be. And with good reason too. He manipulated others. Conned. Lied. Beated. Just to get what he wanted. He looked at the ground and when he spoke he looked at her "It's dangerous though. You might get hurt. And no one would come to help you if you landed in the dark lands. Come, Please, I wish to see you safe. Please. He looked at her eyes and saw her childish side. He smirked and spoke with a lighter tone. "Would You like to play a game? It's called Hump the leader...You'll be the leader.. And I get on your back, and We'll I Forgot the rest of the rules, but we can make em up! He suggested to her. And smiled a boyish smile.
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 22, 2010 22:02:20 GMT -5
Russian . Tango The mare was completely oblivious to who she really was talking too. She had no idea of the dark being that lay behind a smiling, warm exterior. And she was falling for the good boy act. She was believing him to be just who he claimed to be. A bright smile fell upon her features, her pretty grey-green eyes lighting up at his call of being able to hear it, and her smile was even brighter at his response of being a Neutral, who leaned more towards light. Tango, herself, was balanced perfectly well in the middle of Light and Dark, though when her anger was stroked, she could easily surpass any dark. ”I’m Neutral myself, though I don’t lean either way.” She admitted with a bright smile, as she flipped her thick, dark mane, the long threads showering down the side of her neck, as she laughed softly, ”Not much is better than none.” She told him with a gentle tone.
The stallion looked at the ground, when she declined his offer, and only looked up again to speak, as he spoke on her safety, and a slight blush came to the pretty little grulla’s delicate muzzle, as she tilted her head to the side, obviously thinking about his offer this time. ”I… I don’t know. Mi’apa always said to never take anything for face value. And when the time comes, I could spot a dark from a mile away.” Ya… right. She was talking to a dark now, and the mare had no idea that she was. Then he smirked, his tone going lighter, and he suggested a game. A game called hump the leader, and curiosity lit with in her tiny form, at hearing a game she never heard of before. ”Hump the Leader? I’ve never heard of such a game… It sounds odd… Are you sure it’d be an okay game to play?” It was the boyish smile that pulled her in, the innocent way he’d phrased everything. She was being pulled into the act. Hook. Line. And sinker. And at the rate he was going, he’d have her caught, trapped, and cornered long before she’d catch onto what had happened…
Though, the moment he did, he’d catch onto just how dangerous of a mare the little flicka could be. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes showing she was taking heed, and really sorting through his offers. ”I suppose we could play a game… while I think upon your offer….” And there you had it. She was caught. She’d believed him, and now the little dancer was trapped, because Deception wouldn’t be letting go, till he was done with her.
“I’m talking.”
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Post by firehound12 on Jun 23, 2010 19:34:34 GMT -5
Deception heard Tango's words and shook his head, something about her threw him off, something hidden in those innocent sweet eyes of Tango's. He bite his tongue and decided not to play the rape game with her, going with his gut feeling. Deception sighed and than spoke to her in a soft voice. "Hrm. Let's not play that game, It's a bit hard to play with someone who's not quite your size, It'd be playing leap frog! He gave a laugh and shock his head. "Hey, it's getting cold out, and late. I'm sure your tired. Let's get out of this land. Wolves might come here. I know a place where they cannot come. If you follow me, M'Lady I will assure you safety. Deception told the mare, and gave her a bit more space. "And your answer to the land? On staying a night? He asked, hoping she'd say yes. Of course, he knew he could force claim her. Wolves howled in the distance, their nightly ritual. Deception snorted "Sounds like their ready to come over here and try to hunt us down. He was lying, tricking and making this mare go into his false sense of safety and help. Once he had her. She'd wish she had run away from him. Or never even stepped one hoof into this terra. Force claiming, Force breeding. Anything went here. Which Is why he stalked around here so much. It was fun, and he could do whatever he wanted to do to anyone, any mare and any stallion. He waited to see her reaction. And swished his tail from side to side "Even the wolves are making music.
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 23, 2010 20:10:06 GMT -5
Russian . Tango Tango smiled softly at him, as he sighed, wondering what the sigh was about, but decided not to say anything in regarding to what it might have been for, before he spoke once more. His tone was the same soft tone that he’d used earlier, and the grulla mare blinked her pretty gray-green eyes, as he told her that he’d decided against the game, before she nodded in faux understanding. He was rather confusing it seemed. ”Okay, Deception.” The tiny mare said, with a slight nod, for the first time, actually speaking his name. Give her another few minutes with the stallion and she’ll probably have it shortened to Deca. Or Decep. Just wait. She smiled, a joyous look coming to her gorgeous eyes, they eyes that had been the deciding fact for Deception, at having to have her, as he laughed. And she nodded slightly to him. ”It is getting cold, as well as late.” She agreed, before biting her lip, and shaking her head. ”But, I’m not that tired. I’m almost nocturnal, some would say.” A soft laugh lit her vocals, thrilling into the air for a moment, making its own beautiful music. ”I’m not afraid of the wolves,” She declared, with a bright smile, ”I smell to much like them, for them to assume I’m prey.” She told her, her tones honest. And it was true. Sonata had made sure of that, at Die’s request, before Tango left. The little horse held the scent of a pack upon her coat, just as much as everyone in her family had that slight scent of blood mixed into their personal scents. It marked them as Thestral. It made them part of the family, that could easily be one of the deadliest ones in the world. Even if Tango never followed any of the dark ways the rest of her family did. Besides, pack, and blood weren’t the only things contained in Tango’s personal scent. Overpowering both scents, were the soft delectable tinge of roses, dew, and some sort of exotic scent, that left just a hint of spice.
The stallion then offered safety to the pretty little grulla mare, and she blinked her eyes, as he gave her more space, and she bit at her lip again, thinking about it, before sighing. ”I don’t know…. I mean… it seems a little wrong. I barely know you. But, I suppose that I could walk with you to the ends of this lands, and from there I could decide to either occumpany you, or go my separate way.” Translation: I agree, I just don’t want to seem like a whore, or anything. She smiled softly at his assumption of the wolves, and stretched her muzzle out to bump it against his neck, ”You’re wrong. They’re actually calling to each other. You can hear it in their tones. They’re asking location, attempting to gather all in. You might be surprised, but wolves keep almost the same schedule as horses do. Sure, many can hunt in the dark, but only for a true hunt would they team up to hunt down horses. And only a stupid, and starving wolf would attack a horse alone.” It was nice to be raised by horses and wolves. You learn so much. She smiled softly as she walked past him, her tiny form seemed to become smaller as she walked around him, his own form towering over her, before she walked around him and glanced over his shoulder.
”Er, I, ummm, lied… I am kinda lost… Mind showing me the way out, Decep?” And there you had it, the final shortening of his name. if he let her get away with it, the nickname would stick, till he did something to piss her off, and make her hate him, in which he would become ‘Stag,’ or ‘Brute.’ At his next words, an amused smile came onto her face, as she nodded, her warm smile directed at him, her eyes shining at his words. ”You should hear the music they make when they mourn. It’s sad, true, but it’s one of the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m talking.”
[/b] I’m Thinking.[/i] You’re talking[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] && tagged ---[/b] FireH, and Dec && words ---[/b] 689 && lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] >.> Watch out, Dec. You’re going to find her falling for your good guy act. && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup]
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firehound12
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Post by firehound12 on Jun 24, 2010 17:02:23 GMT -5
She was an odd wonder. Deception looked at Tango and snorted. He was never wrong. Well, at lest to him he wasn't. Deception looked at Tango and heard her affection for the wolves. Was she raised with them? I mean really? He sighed, shaking his head. The stallion continued to move towards his lands. "Really? Your lost? Well, come on. Tang. I'll show you the way. And, complete strangers let others stay in their lands all the time. Not uncommon at all. Just one night. You may like it. I need more members, and-I'd like you to come back and stay..." He tried to reason and make her stay in his lands. Once they where there, she'd be under his rule. He would also hopefully be the king of the dark's if he had his way, soon. Deception walked to the ends of the land and looked at the mare. Russian tango. An odd music loving mare. He shook his head gently and let hs eyes trail over her body. Mating with her-and any other fea for that matter, could wait. He needn't be a man whore...Yet. He smirked. And spoke "So, we came to the end...
Occ:Sorry! I forgot about it!~
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Post by Dyzz on Jul 13, 2010 3:06:25 GMT -5
ooc: Bump? Have you forgotten about this... or what? *hopes you forgot, cause I really like this thread*
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Post by firehound12 on Jul 14, 2010 9:51:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dyzz on Jul 15, 2010 14:23:53 GMT -5
Russian . Tango They say it takes time to learn who someone really is. That you cannot just judge, and then leave it at that. It takes time to learn who someone really was. But it is harder to learn who someone is if they hide it from you. And in all truth, this stallion was hiding everything about who he really was, from the poor, little miss Tango. Mi’ama always told me I had to be careful when it comes to stallions. How there are so many of them who are cruel, and rude. Who play up on what they want you to think. Who’d do anything to get you where they want you, and that’s beneath them. I love mi’ama, but sometimes I think she carries that idea a little far. I mean, she was a whore before mi’apa stopped her, and had been with every type of stallion plausible. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love mi’ama… but, sometimes she just worries a little too much…. And, I don’t think Decep is anything like that… Not at all… He’s different, kind, wonderful, caring. And he was hiding who he really was from the beautiful, grulla femme. She tilted her head up, as she looked at him, and grinned as he sighed and shook his head, and she decided to take pity, and explain her loves for wolves. ”There were a few wolves who lived with mi familia, and I. That is all… I’ve grown to see the better side of them…” She smiled softly, and wished she’d been able to bring her lion with her. So many of her family claimed wolves as their companions. But when she’d found that abandoned albino lion, she couldn’t separate them. And she really missed Atrax now… But, eventually she’d go back to him, or have him come to her, or something, right?
She glanced at the stallion, as they continued to walk towards the edge of the forest, the little mare unaware that he was already heading towards his lands. The mare glowered slightly, playfully at the stallion, as she cut her eyes at him, ”I don’t admit to being lost often… Don’t make me take back my words.” Her harsh words were thrown off by the smile on her dark face, as she nudged the stallion playfully, ”Just lead the way.” She said, ignoring the way her heart fluttered slightly when he shortened her nickname to Tang. Something no one, not even her parents had ever done. ”Where I come from, everyone’s careful to keep to themselves. We rarely have visitors. But I think it’s because they are afraid…” When you live with a bunch of serial killers, you don’t get others to come by often. Her face showed she was really thinking over his words. Just one day, would work. He even offered that she could stay, if she’d like to come back… An idea to really consider… She kept pace at his side, humming softly to herself, as they walked, her soft voice singing beneath her breath, as trotted, Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell. It was love from above that would save me from hell. Her soft singing voice, was barely heard above the sound of the occasional voice, as she sang beneath her breath, hoping not to draw attention, from the stud, as they walked, She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see. How the devil, himself; could be pulled out of me. There were drums in the air, as she started to dance. Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands. It was as far as she could get in the song, before they slowed at the edge of the lands, and the mare looked around, as they stopped at the edge of the forest, and she missed his eyes running over her form, as she glanced around her, as she pranced slightly in place, before she looked over at Decep, catching his smirk as he spoke, and wondering what the smirk was for. ”I don’t think I will be able to find my way, this late at night… I suppose… staying with you, for just a night… wouldn’t be so wrong… I promise I won’t be a bother, or anything… And I’ll be gone by morning…” Her silvery-green eyes looked away, slight, as she frowned, really not liking the idea of having her guardians worrying when she didn’t get home… But hopefully they’ll understand. She glanced back at Decep, her eyes trusting, though if she knew what was really going on, she’d never trust him again; she spoke, ”Okay, Decep. Lead the way.” Let’ hope she knows what she’s getting into. “I’m talking.”
[/b] I’m Thinking.[/i] You’re talking[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] && tagged ---[/b] FireH, and Dec && words ---[/b] 785 && lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] I think I’m going to be looking for a cool new template for her… I want a thread template with the lyrics, into the night. Cause it is her new theme song xDD lol And no problem, in regards to the wait… xD && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup]
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