Title: ~ She'll Treat You Like A Dog ~
Description: Volpe Rossa, the Infamous Red Fox
Description: Volpe Rossa, the Infamous Red Fox
Horsegirl - November 27, 2007 02:55 AM (GMT)
~ MUSINGS ~
Sigh.
This life could be so boring.
I mean, all I wanted right now was some lovesick bloke to come by and let me temp him. Flirt with him. Convince him to bring me home. Then once he's had his fun, turn tail and strike him dead. Maybe one of his lovers too. That'd be fun. Or before I kill'd him, somehow get to Queen, then be leader. Yeah, that'd be good. Except for one problemo.
There was no freakin' one out here.
I mean, yeah, there was Halcón, my hawk friend, but no guys. Stallions. Those toys that thought they were so hot, so smooth, so cool. Not really. Sure, I played with 'em, letting them think that, but overall, they really weren't all that great. Too stupid. Never know when you're dumpin' them, when you don't like them, when you know but they've been cheatin' on you but they don't know that you know and then you get into a whole hissy fit and he stalks off 'cause he's so mad that you're mad and you're both fired up and then he kills someone and gets thrown out and all.
Now, that part's fun, but the others aren't. But oh well. Let's just leave it.
~ ACTIVITY ~
I trotted though the land, smoky daggers tapping softly in the dirt, Halcón wheeling above my skull, watching for others that dared to come for me. Whipcord flicked to the right, as well as an aud; our little signal to ask if he saw anything. "Nothing, Rossa," he replied, his voice as deep as a hawk's can be. I nodded and continued on. After a few more minutes I stopped, crimson tassels flying in the wind. The hawk glided down to perch on my withers and arranged himself to be able to watch both ahead and behind us without having to move much. Amber orbs met my own baby blue pools as I glanced back. "Soon," he murmured. "Soon you'll have your fun. Just wait."
/Sorry about the addition of Halcón, just thought it'd be cool./
rocka - November 28, 2007 03:24 AM (GMT)
Muscular legs struck out in an extended trot, a quick pace; yet somehow the brute made it seem merely elegant and leisurely, and not a mad dash to the claiming lands. The scent of mare was floating through the air, tempting and teasing him. Orbs darted about, searching ever so carefully, alighting on a russet figure, a dainty mover. Ah, a lovely specimen. Sly smile spread across his maw, a depraved looking grimace. A bird on her back scattered as soon as he drew near, and shocking blue eyes turned towards him, a flirty and taunting. A sarcastic expression came upon his ashen face and he spoke with mockery and contempt dripping from his words. Welcome, my sweet. May I assist you?[B]
ooc;; sorry for the totally crappy post; my muse is out the back door
ooc;; sorry for the totally crappy post; my muse is out the back door
Horsegirl - December 1, 2007 02:20 AM (GMT)
"Calm, Rossa," the hawk on my back whispered. "He meant no harm by his comment." Amber orbs flashed murderously . "I dare you to speak like that to my mistress again." One aud flicked to hear Halcón speak before twitching forward again. "However you may, proud brute," I said, trying to stay calm and tossing my tassels to hit Halcón. He glared at me before settling in the other direction, but I could tell he was listening. "Ignore the hawk. He is my companion, but can be rather annoying at times." Whipcord swished to let the bird know I didn't mean it. "I be Volpe Rossa, Rossa if you prefer shorter names. What is your calling?"
rocka - December 2, 2007 05:15 AM (GMT)
The mare had said to ignore the hawk. He remembered this, or tried to. But he didn't really care. Dark eyes glittered maliciously as he thought about knocking the damn bird from her back, but he turned away from it's beady, amber eyes and decided to pay heed to the mare's comment after all. The bird wasn't really worth his time. Though one remark couldn't do much harm. I shall speak as I wish, bird. Eyes looked deeply into the vix's shocking orbs. You may call me Santico. Others just call me the beast. Eyes moved quickly over her frame, taking in the proud head carriage, the high set tail, and the sleek muscular bod. How he would enjoy "taking" her. Oh yes, a delicious affair.
ooc;; sorry for the crappy post; dangerously low muse
ooc;; sorry for the crappy post; dangerously low muse
Horsegirl - December 8, 2007 05:45 PM (GMT)
~ MUSINGS ~
Who did this jock think he was? Telling my best friend, my companion, my only other for so long, to shut up! If I wasn't trying so hard to get him lured in, I would be tearing his throat out right now. You do not tell Rossa's Halcón to shut up. The notion. Ugh!!!
~ ACTIVITY ~
My hide twitching once was the only indication that I was angry, but the way I was going to go, he wouldn't even notice. Halcón fluttered up to the branches of a nearby tree, glad to be away from us. It was our little plan: his leaving so that he wouldn't distract. "You must have a pretty handsome reputation to be called 'The Beast,'" I breathed, starting to circle him coyly. "You must be such a bad boy to have them call you by that. I am so honored to be in yor presence. Tell me: what's one deed you've done? Your land, perhaps?" I circled him calmly, skull lowered stunningly, maw close to him, letting him feel my breath. Whipcord touched his cheek, silky-soft, taunting him.
Who did this jock think he was? Telling my best friend, my companion, my only other for so long, to shut up! If I wasn't trying so hard to get him lured in, I would be tearing his throat out right now. You do not tell Rossa's Halcón to shut up. The notion. Ugh!!!
~ ACTIVITY ~
My hide twitching once was the only indication that I was angry, but the way I was going to go, he wouldn't even notice. Halcón fluttered up to the branches of a nearby tree, glad to be away from us. It was our little plan: his leaving so that he wouldn't distract. "You must have a pretty handsome reputation to be called 'The Beast,'" I breathed, starting to circle him coyly. "You must be such a bad boy to have them call you by that. I am so honored to be in yor presence. Tell me: what's one deed you've done? Your land, perhaps?" I circled him calmly, skull lowered stunningly, maw close to him, letting him feel my breath. Whipcord touched his cheek, silky-soft, taunting him.
rocka - December 10, 2007 02:37 AM (GMT)
Ah, so he had insulted her little friend. He snorted in a mocking way as the bird flew off. The mare began to circle him, speaking in slow, seducing tones. Ah, it was quite sad that she believed she could lure him in that easily. The simple fact was he wouldn't be lured in at all. This was his game, and she would play by his rules. My deeds are mine to tell, and you will not hear them now. There are other times and places for that. Her whipcord touched him softly, and he stood unflinchingly, face stolid and expressionless, head turning, watching her every move seemingly uninterested. He knew she was dangerous, and would be a formidable foe if she decided to rebel, but he found it laughingly pathetic that she thought she could outsmart him, lure him in on a string. Oh no. He was much stronger than that, and if she thought he would fall for flattery, she though wrong.
Horsegirl - December 11, 2007 04:32 AM (GMT)
Auds were laid back with his comment. That was always my method of choice: lure the suckers in, then do away with 'em. But clearly not him. I pricked my ears forward again almost instantly, attempting to not let him know I had been fazed. "Dai dii, siete disperati!" I growled, taking a few steps back. Hopefully he knew no Italian. I had a habit of speaking in my native tongue when angered, although my mother was Spanish, while Father was Italian. Se non desiderate....ach. If you do not wish to at least attempt to impress me with your doings, then I have no business here. I will leave. Halcón, come." The hawk flew down from the tree as I turned and began to head off in a prancing trot, banner flowing. Seeing as I was leaving him, there was no harm in flaunting my looks for another would-be brute, intent on trying his luck with me. Halcón fluttered his russet wings, stripes shining obsidian in the sun.
Dai dii, siete disperati! ~ By the gods, you are hopeless!
Dai dii, siete disperati! ~ By the gods, you are hopeless!
rocka - December 13, 2007 03:10 AM (GMT)
The brute rolled his eyes at her self conceited remark, but as she turned and trotted away, he grew angry. Auds pinned back to his head, and hindquarters sprung the great beast forward. A few loping strides and he was in front of her. Angry tones issued from his maw, ears still pinned back. This is your last chance. You may walk away if you wish. A whispered string of Spanish came floating from his velvet kissers. Si eliges estes 3ultimo, te haría bueno irse rápidamente, m'dear. Planeo todavía salir de este lugar con mi dignidad intacto, si estás conmigo o no.
TRANSLATION
Si eliges estes 3ultimo, te haría bueno irse rápidamente, m'dear. Planeo todavía salir de este lugar con mi dignidad intacto, si estás conmigo o no. ~ If you choose the latter, it would do you good to walk away quickly, m'dear. I plan to leave this place with my dignity still intact, whether you are with me or not.
TRANSLATION
Si eliges estes 3ultimo, te haría bueno irse rápidamente, m'dear. Planeo todavía salir de este lugar con mi dignidad intacto, si estás conmigo o no. ~ If you choose the latter, it would do you good to walk away quickly, m'dear. I plan to leave this place with my dignity still intact, whether you are with me or not.
Horsegirl - December 15, 2007 11:32 PM (GMT)
Auds were set back as he leaped to stand in front of me. I snarled softly, letting him know that I did not appreciate his stopping me so suddenly. One audit pricked to catch his spoken words, however, they were in Spanish. Now, my mother was Spanish, but having been born and grown up in Italy, she never saw it fit to teach me her tongue. I learned the dialect of my father, who was also born in my homeland. I was not fluent in Spanish, no matter how close it and Italian were. Best I could figure out, he was saying something about me going away quickly and him leaving with dignity intact. Halcón, who somehow was good in nearly every language (go figure), translated for me. "He says that if you choose to walk away, then go quickly," he whispered. "He plans to leave with his dignity intact, even if you are not with him. Go carefully." Banner flicked before my answer. "Now, I don't mean this in a bad way, maschio, but the language I speak is Italian, not Spanish. Just thought I'd let you know. Second, you tell me the name of your land, and I'll go with you. We have a deal?"
rocka - December 17, 2007 04:56 AM (GMT)
Eyes regarded the mare coldly. We have a deal... I reside in Deathtrap Riverbed.The mare was going to be a problem. He even had second thoughts about it. But it was done. There was no going back. She was cunning. He knew, she knew. What she didn't know was how cunning he was. And if the little bitch thought she was going to have him by a string, then she had better think again.
Horsegirl - December 18, 2007 11:18 PM (GMT)
/Can I just bring her to the Riverbed? I really don't have much more muse for this topic, sorry./
rocka - December 20, 2007 02:06 AM (GMT)
Yep, that's fine. I am running out of muse as well.