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Title: Exotic Mountains Herd Rp
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sassaboo - September 23, 2007 02:12 AM (GMT)
Following my mother into the freezing cold lands was not exactly something I had really been looking forward too, especially after she asked to come for the both of us. So here I was, listening to her yak yak yak as always. Only now, she was going on about our being in season. She for one was walking beside me with her tail raised and prancing about, I for one had my tail pinned and a permanent glare in my eyes. Of course, while she talked and yabbered, everything she said went through one ear and out the other.

"Eagle, lift your tail. You'll be lucky to carry a foal. Don't be so grouchy, your a beautiful young mare and if you've got it, flaunt it. So try and be semi-flirty!" Regret told her daughter, annoyed that she wasn't trying at the least to show off herself while entering their new home.

Spirit Dancer - September 23, 2007 02:16 AM (GMT)
Thankfully, the pale sun was hidden behind the clouds - though it didn't hide my blood red pelt from anyone or anything. My hooves tredded upon the earth, giving my presence away from the crunching of snow and the cracking of the occasional spot of ice, as the thick feathering on my hocks hushed it slightly. Coal black occuli stared out blankly from underneath my equally black, but immensily thick, forlock and mane. My stare and my stance showed I was obviously bored, or equally uncaring.

Eventually, my wandering gaze finds the outline of duo I'd met at the claiming grounds; Eagle and her mother, Regret. Diverting my path towards the two, the mares' scents soon wavers into my nares, and revealing that both are in season, which slightly dsigruntles me. I note that the younger mare's mother had no probblem with flaunt what she had to offer, though Eagle seemed determined to be an old spinstress for the rest of her life.

A chuckle thunders from my thick chest at the thought, as I shake my head as I near the two.
"It's nice to see you btoh came," I remark, raising my large diadem to stand at my full height. Here, I reigned as King. I would keep to my formalities - but tred across the very fine line of my manners, and I'd be all over you.

sassaboo - September 23, 2007 02:35 AM (GMT)
"But of course, my king." Regret spoke with a smile, flicking her tail from side to side, letting the icy wind carry her scent even more strongly. If some would threaten her and say she was asking for it, she'd just turn around and tell them that's exactly what she was doing.

Ugh, how annoying. My mother acting like a common whore around Vlad, if I end up without a little brother or sister on the way this year, I'll be utterly amazed. At Vlad's words, I just nod to him before returning my gaze to the ground quietly.

Spirit Dancer - September 25, 2007 10:09 PM (GMT)
I inwardly frown at the plying attempts that Regret had laid down. Much too early for me to fret about children, lass. For now, I was determined to gain one or two more members and atleast gain some reliable trust within the herd.

I can see the muted disgust across Eagle's facade, which conveys in a bit of pity for the younger femme. Just a smidge, though. It seemed that Eagle must of dealt with a similar situation before, or atleast heard of something like this from her mother.

[x] Sorry for the crappy response. D= I can't think of much for Vlad.. [/x]

Horsegirl - September 30, 2007 02:08 AM (GMT)
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The russet-and-onyx hued mare trotted into the main herd lands. She chuckled, having scented the stench of a mare in heat and seen the culprit with haunting yellow orbs. Spring. She'd be lucky to not carry a foal; frankly she didn't want one for a while yet. But with this dude, things might change because of either of them. She kept her whipcord pinned tightly, though, not wanting to chance it. Smoky daggers broke holes in the melting snow as she moved across to the three: her new lord and two other ladies.

"Greetings," she said, Irish accent plainly heard. "I am Black Shamrock, Shami if you prefer short names."

Spirit Dancer - October 4, 2007 06:32 PM (GMT)
"Ah, there you are," I say, hearing Shami's voice through slightly pinned audda as she approached. As I'd begun to worry about the conversation dying, she appeared - which may of saved myself from a reckless blunder. My pitless black gaze turns to Shami, before I reply, "Shami, this is Eagle's Glance of Desire and her mother, Damn Regret."

Horsegirl - October 28, 2007 11:43 PM (GMT)
"Pleased to meet you, Regret and Eagle. If I may call you by those names," the mare said, nodding to them both in turn. She then stopped, glanced around. She loosened her tail a bit, let it blow in the cold wind. A shiver ran up and down her body; living in Ireland made her not used to cold. But she would have to get used to it, having to live here for a while. "Well, I suppose that it's rather difficult to hide the fact that I come from Ireland, my blood and accent show it rather plainly, am I correct?" She knew it was dumb, what she had just said, but anything to get the conversation going. And truthfully, she really didn't think that she had an accent, only others did. Of course, anyone thinks that those from another country have an accent, but they don't. Only her friends told her that her flawless Irish accent was there. But she had no friends here. All the better. Friends weren't needed when you had a herd with a leader and others.

sassaboo - November 19, 2007 09:57 PM (GMT)
"Likewise. And yes, it's quite noticable." Regret said politely, time had come and gone since she and Eagle had been here. She was rather surprised that Vlad had not yet chosen a bride to become his Queen. Though she new her daughter wasn't having any problem with that, always avoiding the herd all together.

I hate this place. I hate how my mother acts like such an obvious, desperate, hormone driven mare. Which is practically what she is. Granted, the place is somewhat okay to live in, I haven't had too many problems. But I was becoming bored out of my mind! There was nothing to do! I can't even argue with my mother, she's too busy throwing herself at Vladimir. Letting Shami and my mother talk, I stood alone with my back turned to them. I could run, but I wouldn't get that far. I don't think Vlad would care enough to stop me. Escape this life, find something to do. Even if Vlad did stop me, it wouldn't make much of a difference. With my size, few would want a mare like me. Few /could/ have a mare like me. With a sigh, I pawed at the snow before shaking it free from the feather around my hoof. Every now and then I'd glance back at ther group, just in case by some miracle, something would happen.

Spirit Dancer - December 10, 2007 12:19 AM (GMT)
[x] Alright, I want to know:

Is anyone getting rid of a character that resides here? If so, let me know now, so I can take their name(s) off the Ranks and stuff. [/x]

sassaboo - December 10, 2007 03:20 AM (GMT)
(( Regret...))

Spirit Dancer - December 17, 2007 02:38 AM (GMT)
Black rimmed audda flickered back briefly, as nares inhaled sharply. Something wasn't right. No, not at al. Mingled amongst the scents of the mares one was missing.

But who?

My attention was drawn into their conversation, sable hues scrutinizingly searched the icy mountain terra carefully. There lied my answer; the young mare's mother, Damn Regret if I remembered right. The older one who seemed so hellbent on getting a foal, (probably presumed I'd get one by force), when all she had to do was ask. Mt muscled frame lurched into a walk, sidling alongside Desire, my sable hues not looking at her.

"Do you know where your mother went to?" comes my blunt question. I wasn't one to "beat around the bush", so to speak.

sassaboo - December 17, 2007 02:54 AM (GMT)
I chuckled, flicking my tassle as I tried to guess where my mother went. Like I knew, I avoid talking to her whenever possible. You'd think that since my mother was always throwing herself at him, Vlad would have realized earlier that she was missing. Then again I should have realized she was missing with all the quiet around here.

"Don't know, quite honostly don't care. She probably got tired of not getting a foal from you and ran off to find someone else, or to find my sire. Either way she probably won't come back, when I traveled with her, we never returned to where we went."

Aww, so sad that I may never see her again. Well good riddence, now I won't have someone constantly pestering me all the time, yakking in my ear and never shutting up. Oh yes, what a tragedy this is.

Spirit Dancer - December 22, 2007 04:45 PM (GMT)
In truth, I'd begun to ignore her mother's antics at getting a foal. It was what I did to things that annoyed me; ignored them, or destroy them. Obviously I wouldn't hurt a mare, despite my Dark alliance and tendancy to like the tast of blood, but a stallion I had no issues with eliminating him.

"Honestly, I don't mind that she left. Makes me a little less tense, wouldn't you agree? I have a feeling we all my actually get along now," comes my reply, dismissing Desire's comments about her mother, with a tinge of humor in my gruff voice.

Horsegirl - January 6, 2008 12:37 AM (GMT)
So, the wench had left, aye? Better. Now they could all actually talk without her trying ever moment to get a foal. Annoying, was what it was. Obsidian tassels were swung back and forth, then raised to normal height, definitely not flaunting, but still being good-looking at the same time. "I have to agree with you too; she was getting rather annoying, if you excuse me, Eagle. Now we don't have to worry about her constantly distracting with her comments and such, aye?"

sassaboo - January 6, 2008 01:52 AM (GMT)
I smirked to both Vlad and Shamrock's comments, I had to agree with the both of them. Now that my mother was gone, I might actually manage to get along with Vlad, instead of thinking of him as just another brute that my mother throws herself at. And for Shamrock, well...I never really talked to her either, but conversations will certainly be a lot better, hopefully.

"Think of it this way, neither of you had to live with her your entire lives. This has just been a little taste of what it's like to live with her. So, yes. Now that she's gone, we'll all probably relax a bit more..."


Ha, already I was in a better mood! I'm going to like this, mother being gone and all....

Spirit Dancer - January 6, 2008 04:38 AM (GMT)
I grinned heartedly. Without Desire's mother around, alot of the built up tension between all of us ceased to exist. Mine hadn't gone completly away, though, and probably wouldn't until I could see more waltzing around in my Mountains.

Lest they be blood or not, I didn't care. I hated seeing just the three of us amongst the ancient, icy granite giants. In time, I would probably finally get my wish.

But my heart's desire would probably remain unfulfilled. 'Twould take a miracle and a blessing combined for me to finally hang back and decide on a Queen. Hot blooded and somewhat unstable, it would take a mare with a firm command and a silver tongue to soothe my boiling veins and short temper. Shaking my massive diadem to rid myself of my seemingly always-plaguing thoughts, my coal hues watch both mares intently, still, with my hearty grin plastered onto my features.

"I suppose it was for the best then, eh? I would, undoubtedly, go in insane, if I'm not already there, if I had to live with her for the rest of my miserable life," I reply, laughing at my own joking statement. My laughter is barkish, yet oddly warm for my usual persona, and brogue like my accent and language. "I'd probably keeled over before my next birthday."

abbydoodle96 - January 6, 2008 11:15 PM (GMT)
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I followed the brute that had come for me when I was in the claiming lands. Not the best first meeting, but I got a home and that was all I cared about at the moment. I'd want a mate in the future and maybe a foal, but for now a home was all I needed. I was content for the time being.

I walked into the Exotic Mountains where I saw Vlad and another mare. So much for the mate thing threw him, they might be together. No biggy, I didn't care. I snorted and walked up to them. "'Lo, Vlad," I said, looking at the brute. "And mare." I looked at the mare for a moment before looking back at Vlad.


((Low muse.))

sassaboo - January 7, 2008 01:35 AM (GMT)
((Actually there's too mares there...))


"More than likely," I smirked to Vladimir before interrupted by some prissy little newcomer of the lands. I flicked my ears back, annoyed with how the smaller mare introduced herself. Didn't even introduce herself, just barged right into the conversation like she was /all/ that. Psh, ugly *** little ***** needing to mind some freakin manners... I glanced to Shamrock with a raised brow, then to Vlad, then back to the smaller mare.

"There's this little thing called a name. It's usually given to everyone when they are born. I have one, she has one, and Vlad has one. Your welcome to use it if you ask, mare." I snorted back, as she didn't give me her name I gave her the same attitude with the same calling she had given me. Ugh, this isn't going to be another annoying mare that only wants to hook up with a stallion long enough to get a foal is it? It'll be my mother all over again....


abbydoodle96 - January 7, 2008 01:47 AM (GMT)
((Whoops...))

I just come here and I'm already getting insulted? Whatever, I was used to pathetic tried for insults by annoying Dark horses, if they were actually worthy of being called one. I snorted at the mare as I looked over at her with a glare. "Its Ghost, mare," I snapped, already not liking this mare. "And your's?"

Ugh, was I going to have to live with this annoying creature for the rest of my life as I stayed here? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to follow Vlad here, but at least I wasn't be myself in the stupid Claiming lands. Oh well, I guess I would have to live with this stupid bunch of horses. I rolled my eyes then looked down at my hooves, thinking of something to do to occupy myself.

sassaboo - January 7, 2008 01:57 AM (GMT)
I rolled my eyes back at her, what a pity. Why is it that everywhere mares thesedays think they are just the best thing in the world? Like nobody can top them? "Eagle's Glance of Desire, Eagle or Desire to you, Ghost." I snapped back. Hell maybe I should have left with mother, because /this/ is what I had to put up with everywhere. Tiny little mares that thought they could get away with everything they wanted. Oh my, she glared at me and rolled her eyes. I'm terrified, truly I am. No, seriously. Ignore the sarcasm, I'm truly petrified of this mare. Stop laughing. That's not nice I said stop laughing. I glared at Vlad for a moment, a way of saying 'Why the hell did you bring her here?' Pinning my ears, I turned away from the group before walking away some distance. I was returning to my usual habit of standing at the edge of the herdline and ignoring them. It was probably for the better of them anyways, over here I could may more attention to anything coming after the herd before they realized it.



Spirit Dancer - January 7, 2008 02:31 AM (GMT)
Things escalated out of control faster than one could of imagined. I was damned to an eternity in Hell, already, by the words of my mother, and I'd probably just damned myself another eternity or two. Maybe more.

A gutteral growl rumbles from my scarred chest, as coal hues glare at each mare individually, mostly towards Ghost; sending out the same message.
'Watch your tongue.'
It was the truth, afterall. I was more flexible with mouthy equines outside of the Mountains. But here, you go by my rules and my rules alone. I hardly tolerated mouthy exchanges unless it was some type of feud that ran back generations - even then, I barely accepted it. Any type of back talk would land you a garunteed spot face-first into the icy ground with my ivories clamped at your throat, as canines found your major artery; threatening to kill you with just one bite.

But, I'd refrain from taking such actions. I didn't need any of my mares knowing about my "condition".

"Watch your insults, Ghost, Desire. I don't take kindly to blood being spilt on the icy ground."
'Unless I'm the one doing it.'

Listless pools sent one more glare to Ghost, conveying the message she was "on thin ice" already, before making my way to Desire.

"Excuse the lass, will you, Desire? She was like this in the Shadowlands - I could barely restrain myself from doing something I'd regret. I told her she could come her, for a last resort," I explain, though I'm confused on why I'm explaining my reasoning to her. Maybe I just felt like she needed one, after their conversation.

sassaboo - January 7, 2008 02:47 AM (GMT)
Startled out of my trance that I sort of got into when I was ignoring people, my auds flicked towards Vlad to catch his words. I shrugged, though rather surprised at his apologizing myself. With a sigh, I looked up towards the brute. "It's alright, I'm kind of used to it. You can't change a person unless they want too, and I doubt she'd want too. Besides, with anymore conflicts, I can just ignore them like I did with another certain equine." I smirked, thinking of my mother for another second.

The silence grew awkwardly, seemed that happens quite a lot around me. Then again I haven't been much of a talker anyways, unless I really trust a person and such. But this was getting boring, and dead silence was not making me feel any better right now. Besides, now I could talk to Vlad without interruptions from Regret. "I am kind of surprised though, with you apologizing. I mean, your not the one I just had a little confrontation with."


(( =( Sorry for shortness))

Horsegirl - January 9, 2008 11:42 PM (GMT)
Thorns were pinned back as the dark mare entered the small group. She knew this type. The "I know it all, I'm prettier, I'm better than you." The rude one. The one that she enjoyed calling "sweetheart" in a voice thick with sarcasm. As she was doing now.

"Since you don't seem to have much respect for me, mare," she hissed as she called Ghost by the name she had given them, "I don't have much for you, either. Seeing as you have no manners whatsoever, am going to give you my name, and what you can call me by. My full calling is Black Shamrock. You shall address me by Shamrock, and that only. No short, cutesy names at all. Are we clear?" She was trying to say it in a voice that was threatening enough, but nice enough to try not to make Vlad even more angry. From this first appearance, it was clear that the two were never going to appreciate one another. Igoring Shami was never a good idea.

Spirit Dancer - January 13, 2008 09:48 PM (GMT)
I grin sheepishly, or atleast, attempted to grin.
"True, true. Let's just hope, for the sake of the rest of our sanity, she'll come to realize that insults and agruements are worthless," I comment, chuckling softly, as black hues turned towards the icy mountain peaks in the distance as I settled into a comfortable silence. Atleast, until it turned ackward.

Black rimmed addua flickered back at her statement, disappearing briefly into my thick mass of sable tresses, before the returned to their forward stances. Wide-set shoulders heaved upwards, in a shurg like gesture, before my gaze returned to Desire.

"Yes, but it shouldn'y be much of a surprise. Everyone has two sides; their outer self, who they show everyone that they're strong and brave - and then their inner self. Their true being. I learned to hide my true self, long ago, and only a few have seen it. Including you."

sassaboo - January 15, 2008 01:51 AM (GMT)
I glanced back to the newest member of the herd as he mentioned that the insultive comments would be meaningless. If she didn't come to understand that, she'd more than likely get into a fight sooner or later that would teach her that it would be worthless. I nodded as he spoke before looking back up to him, watching him shrug. Now that my mother was gone, I was able to have a normal conversation with him, was able to actually look at the brute without a nudge from Regret. I wasn't constantly annoyed, or uneasy to talk with Vlad, and even able to notice he was quite handsome...Hold up, what the hell was I thinking? Ugh, don't start that now, Desire....
"You have a point, and I must admit you are differnet that what I thought when I first met you. Nowadays it's best just to hide someone's true self, too many backstabbers that would use it as blackmail against you."

Spirit Dancer - January 15, 2008 10:05 PM (GMT)
Coal hues noted her glace towards Ghost, but I refrain from following it. Black rimmed audda catch Shami and Ghost's verbal exchange - but dealing with them can wait. Having a meaningful conversation with Desire was important, since her mother wasn't constantly there to pester the young femme anymore. She was starting to actually open up, like I was. Though my "opening up" would be very limited. Unless any of my future children had my...disease, I would only have to worry about covering up my trail whenever the desire for blood became too strong.

I nod my massive diadem softly in response, before a coy smirk twisted my charred maw.
"True, but I've become a master of deciet throughout my lifetime, because I needed it to survive this long."
I paused long enough to listen to the rest of her comment, before letting my facial features settle into their passive mask again. Emotions on my face were rare to see, which seemed painfully obvious with our conversation - no matter how hard I tried to show any type of warmth.
"Backstabbers? Yes, they're a worry. But I have a feeling I won't have to worry about someone like that too much amongst us. Our herd is too small to tear eachother apart, for the moment." I added, before frowning slightly. Bigger herds always ran a higher risk of tearing eachother apart; destroying their social system and Utopia within their herd while the rest of the world was oblivious to the chaos. Smaller herds, like mine, weren't as prone - but they were just as lethal to a matter like it. "Unlike some Kings, I trust the members I have. Maybe some more than others, but not exactly with my life. Yet."

sassaboo - January 18, 2008 12:48 AM (GMT)
"Well for one I doubt that a stallion like yourself would have much trouble with gaurding his life one his own, don't you think?" I smirked, my ever so common trademark. I understood that this was probably one of the most serious conversations I've had in ages, but I wasn't used to it. I was always using sarcasm, trying to annoy my mother, or ignoring people with my own thoughts. So this was not only a rare somewhat serious conversation, but it was also a very awkward conversation. I had no doubt that Vlad was just as awkward as well, I don't recall him getting much of a conversation done either since I had met him.

"Well, how large do you expect, or plan, for your herd to become? Hopefully not one of the herds where members can hardly put a name to a face...."

Spirit Dancer - January 18, 2008 02:24 AM (GMT)
Wide-set, muscled shoulders upheaved in a shruglike gesture again. The size of my herd, what I wanted it to become, wasn't soemthing I thought about often. The only thing in my head that was related to the size of my herd was the subconcious, yet constant, thought of carrying on my bloodline. Whatever means necessary. But raping a vixen wasn't for me. It was beyond my trachings, and too barbaric for me to practice.
"Definately not a herd that size. Certainly. One where I know everyone's faces and names, and can easily identify their own -"
I can feel my muscles tense unexpectedly. Jaws snap shut, clenching so that my cheek muscles knotted painfully. That familiar feeling, and icy trickle down my spine, gave me a warning. Despite being "open", now was the time to withdraw back in my shell before it was too late. Ironically, I knew that if I didn't get away in time and took Desire down - curse my father's lineage - I would feel remorse and despair afterwards.

I know my coal hues have darkened, if that was even possible since they were already black, as I tear them away from Desire. The less I look at her, the better off I'll be when getting away.

"Their own offspring," I continue, but my voice is strained. Still looking away, I continued; "I'm sorry, Desire. But I must leave for a few moments to take care of...something."
It was a lame excuse, but I couldn't find another way to explain it. I wasn't about to go, "I need to go kill something, 'cause I'm hungry", or something along those lines. I would need to justify some type of connection, much more than this, before I even told Desire. Not waiting for an answer, I abruptly turned away; purposely turned away from the three mares' direction and towards the snowy forest that stretched out towards my left.

sassaboo - January 18, 2008 02:42 AM (GMT)
I stood there, like an idiot, watching him run off towards the forest. Had I said something? Well, not that I could think of... I tilted my head to the side, my charcoal gaze keeping an eye on him while he ran off. Glancing back to Shamrock and whatsherface, I kept my distance like I had earlier. Guess there was nothing to do now but wait for Vlad to return. After all, neither of us were really able to give each others, we were merely all his mares. And as he was the king, he already had more than enough reason to run off when he wished. Hopefully he just won't come back with another mare...


As tempted and curious as I was to follow him, explore his paths and figure out just what he does when he runs off, something told me otherwise. The look in his eyes, it...changed, yet it didn't... I kept to my better judgement, and kept my hooves firmly planted in the snow.

abbydoodle96 - January 21, 2008 08:31 PM (GMT)
I stood to the side, ignoring their conversation and everything that was going on around me. I wanted to keep a low profile and just stick to myself, as it seemed that no one liked me anyway. I suddenly saw out of the corner of my eye, the brute leaving. Where, I didn't know or care, so I decided to think nothing of it.

I began to think it was a bad idea to follow the Alpha here from the claiming grounds, as I would have to put up with the other mares' attitudes. I lowered my head for a moment and kicked at the dirt, trying to find any way to entertain myself. There was nothing to do but talk, and none of the other herd members wanted to talk to /me/. I let out a quiet snort and looked back up at the other mares, thinking of something to do.

Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 12:00 AM (GMT)
Thankfully, as I broke the treeline, I'd caught sight of a herd of deer trying to make a break for it from my loud entrance. And, as an added bonus, the herd had a straggler; which made my life so much easier. It only took a few leaping bounds and a good started to catch up on the injured fawn, and take it down.

Satisfied, I reappeared from the treeline some time afterwards, making the mental note to start remembering when I'd gone into an "episode", so I wouldn't have a repeat like this. I trusted Desire fairly well; but it would take a little longer before I could trust Shami and Ghost. Until then, I couldn't risk telling anyone about my condition.

Approaching the trio, black rimmed audda flickered back slightly. Despite my calm demeanor, I still had the small worry in the back of my mind that if I spoke, the metallic smell of blood would radiate off my breath. Sure, I'd gotten rid of the physical evidence as best as I could; but I could only hope none of them would detect the smell off my breath whenever I spoke.

-FIN-

sassaboo - January 22, 2008 02:36 AM (GMT)

My auds swiveled back listening for the approach of Vlad, turning back see it was indeed him. He didn't return with anymore mares, so I had to admit I was glad about that. I'm not sure if I could handle dealing with another mare that won't mind her place. Granted, I could be a mare like that, but you get my point. Walking up to him, I eyed him for a second, wondering about whether or not I should ask him where he went. I decided against it, it wasn't my business to begin with and if he wanted to tell me, he would.

"Welcome back." I said rather bluntly, having been bored once more during his strange dissappearance. My tone changed the wording into it's slightly more realistic meaning; 'Where'd you run off too?'




Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 07:53 PM (GMT)
During my short leave and little "episode", I was given some time to think. Think on things important, and reflect on some things - and things I ought not of reflected upon. Upon my return, coal hued chasms lightened back to their natural state, as black rimmed audda catch Desire's welcome. I gave her a hearty grin.
"Yes, well...'Welcome back' might not be the best way to phrase it." I replied, coming to a stop once more within a few feet of her. "And, I apologize for my rude departure."

sassaboo - January 22, 2008 09:00 PM (GMT)
I smirked as he grinned, but I noticed something odd while he did so. I could have sworn that his teeth had a set of enlarged canines, much different from my own teeth. I didn't say anything, and kept calm as he stopped in front of me. When he spoke, it hit me like a rock. The metallic smell I had been forced to grown familier with when I still lived with my father, blood. I hardly flinched, possibly used to the smell, maybe I just wasn't surprised. It would explain the fangs I thought I saw, as well as his odd dissappearance. Either way, I wasn't going to bring it up. Might as well let him tell me when he wanted to tell me, if he ever told me. But I would make a mental note to remember my theory, and keep my mouth shut around the other members.
"It's not a problem, you are the King after all, and can do what you wish."
I smiled, letting my auds flick back for a couple seconds.

Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 09:16 PM (GMT)
Coal chasms saw her grin, but then the reaction to what I guessed was the smell of my breath. I cursed myself mentally as my grin dropped and black rimmed audda flickered back. She probably figured it out anyways, or she would eventually. I was glad that the other two hadn't figured out.
"Desire, can I ask you a few things?" I asked, almost hesitantly. There was one major thing on my mind, but I wanted to see her reaction to what I wanted to tell her before asking.

sassaboo - January 22, 2008 09:26 PM (GMT)
I was a bit confused at his question, what could he possibly want to ask me? Maybe he noticed that I had spotted the smell on his breath, and wanted to ask how long I had known about it or something. Or maybe how I found out or to keep it a secret or something around the lines of that. "Sure, what is it?" I asked with some slight curiousity in my tone.




((Gah, shortness!))

Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 09:36 PM (GMT)
"Well, I'm guessing you caught the smell of my breath?" I inquired offhandedly, moving to close the spacebetween us, before turning to stand beside her to obscruct any view from Shami or Ghost.
"And the changes in my behavior?"
I let my questions sink in for a few moments, and mentally readying myself, to continue.
"It's from a condition that I inherited fom my father. Some might call it cannibalism; but I've trained myself not to dine of those of the same species. My half brother, regretably, has the same sort of condition...But, throughout my years, I've done some research about this "condition" of mine - and fortunately, I probably won't pass it on." I continued, coal chasms flickered to Desire's facade briefly, before turning away incase she had a bad reaction. "I'm telling you this because I'm pretty sure you've got most of it figured out. It doesn't matter if you tell Shami or Ghost."

sassaboo - January 22, 2008 09:49 PM (GMT)

I nodded to answer his questions, I figured that's what it was. I was calm about the entire thing, mostly because I was expecting it. I wasn't really sure why he was telling me he probably won't pass it on, I didn't really need to know that. I gave him an odd look as he said it didn't matter if I told Shami or Ghost about his 'condition'. I glanced over his shoulder towards the pair of mares, before looking back up to Vlad. "Then...Why are you blocking their view?" I asked, waiting for an explanation. If it was okay if I told them, why couldn't he just let them listen in? Or even let them see us having the conversation?


Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 10:01 PM (GMT)
Wide-set shoulders hunched over as muscles loosened up as I relaxed. A sigh escapes from my charred maw as thick black tassel flicked from side to side thoughtfully. I was half glad that she didn't panic and run off, like the chosen few I'd told about my "condition"; yet I was slightly worried. That meant I could just say "Forget about my other question" - now I had to ask it, since I knew that atleast that wouldn't be an obstacle to what I really wanted to ask.
"Because of what else I wanted to ask you," I replied, coal chasms flinted from the distant mountain tops, to glance behind us at the other two, before returning to Desire. Even with how level-headed I might come across there were times were nervousness overcame other emotions; like now. Even though I was pretty damn sure she wasn't expecting what I wanted to ask to come from me.
"Desire, even though your mother wanted it, I don't want that to sway your answer. I wanted to ask...Will you be my Queen? Queen of the Mountains?"

sassaboo - January 22, 2008 10:41 PM (GMT)
My jaw dropped for a couple seconds, stunned at his words. All that mischief my mother had caused led to this? Did I hear him correctly? You know, maybe he said something to help him clean the mountains and my imagination is just playing tricks. No, no he said to be his Queen. Could I handle being a Queen? Could I handle helping to lead the herd when needed, to be above the other mares? Well, I suppose I could, if Vlad thought so.

I shut my jaw, my ears flicking back unsure. Over time I had grown to like Vladimir despite my mother's antics, and I knew he was somebody I could see myself with. Out of nowhere my heart had started beating doubletime, and I was just as nervous as he was. "Uh...Um...Yes?" I said shakingly, confidence building up as I spoke more firmly. "Yes, I'd love to be your Queen, Vladimir."




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