Title: X.a.n.t.h.i.a
Description: don't touch what you can't have
rocka - January 6, 2008 06:46 AM (GMT)
A great heave came from deep in the fae's chest. It originated from boredom, which for the past hour had been constantly on her mind. The landscape was dark and desolate, not another living soul to be seen aside form herself. Back foot cocked, relinquishing the weight. Golden hued whipcord lifted slightly, and the fae's head turned to look over her shoulder. A rather awkward position overall, what with the slightly lifted hoof, but graceful nonetheless. She began thinking of others things than boredom, for fear that she might go insane. She craved some attention, brute or mare. She might chat out of the sheer tediousness of her current situation, but she would not trust.
And what reason had she for doing so? All her life she was betrayed by other equines, shunned and beaten, despite her ferocious fighting. Never again. She would not be taken advantage of. Someone wanted to take her home, fine. But they were gonna play by her rules, not theirs. That she was sure of.
Horsegirl - January 6, 2008 06:03 PM (GMT)
The brute galloped through the land, obsidian banner waving behind his massive bod. Hard muscles stretched and retracted with the movements of his pillars. Onyx hide glistened with a slight sweat from running here. He scented the air as he came. All of a sudden he scented something. The stallion halted and smirked. The scent of a mare, another one to add to his collection. Of course, he would be at least slightly nice. His bad days were over. He cantered on and stopped in front of her.
"Greetings," he said, in a deep voice, fitting to his stature. "I am Black Onyx, ruler of the Forbidden Caves. May I ask who you are?" He looked her over quickly, noting her russet coloring, blonde tassels. She was much shorter than he, his 18-hand bod easily dwarfing hers. He wouldn't be more forceful than needed, but he knew he could take her, if needed. Thorns swiveled catch her response, when it came.
rocka - January 7, 2008 12:34 AM (GMT)
The fae gave a slight snort. Another brute, another day. They were all more or less the same. Gathering mares each day, each meaning nothing to him, just another pretty piece in a collection. She suspected this stallion was no different. Well this brute would get more than he was asking for. The fae was more or less an "all-or-nothing" kind of mare. She had her rules, she expected them to be followed. Nothing much to it, unless one refused. Then you were going to get things you didn't expect. She was forceful, that was for certain.
You may ask, brute. That does not, however, mean I shall answer. Lucky for you I'm in a good mood, and I will anyways. My cursing is Xanthia. What business have you here?
Horsegirl - January 12, 2008 12:37 AM (GMT)
The hellion was set slightly aback by her outburst and growling speech; thorns were set against his crest, then forcefully were brought back up. She clearly was not one to be messed with. Best to take it slowly. "Well, seeing as this is the claiming grounds, I'm here to bring a mare back to my land. She doesn't have to however, if she decides she doesn't want to." He looked at her meaningfully, showing that he meant to harm, that he wouldn't force her. "So let's at least attempt to tolerate each other for the time being, until we can decide if we'd survive in the same place. Now then. Have you any questions as of my land, or leadership, or anything?" He'd let her call the shots, decide what she wanted to know, have the upper hand. He could easily destroy her, if needed. But he didn't think he'd have to, yet.
rocka - January 12, 2008 02:41 AM (GMT)
The fae threw her head a fraction of an inch, swishing her whipcord sharply in irritation. She despised it when the tainted brutes turned nice guy on her. She liked to see some promise of what was to come, and acting like a daisy wasn't the way to approach her. As for your land, I could care less. Leadership... I can deal with that too. I don't need to know anything about you. Trust me, your name is enough. She regarded him with cold orbs.
What I want you to know is that I will not let you take me to your home, and put me on a shelf with the rest of your mares, letting me collect dust in solitude for the length of my life. Auds were layed back flat against her head once again, her temper rising. They all thought they were all powerful, infallible, incapable of being beaten. Xanthia often mused that she was put on the Earth to prove the stallions wrong. She could put up a hefty fight. And she often would not back down. Xanthia had much fire in her heart, and needed a brute that could handle her. She was a free creature, one who did not thrive in chains or cages. Give her liberty or give her death...
Horsegirl - January 13, 2008 05:59 PM (GMT)
Clearly, she didn't appreciate his efforts to be nice. He growled, a deep rumble that came from deep within his powerful chest. "Clearly, you have high expectations. I can't promise that you'll be with me forever, but you won't be 'put on a shelf' for quite some time. And anyways, you can always leave if you feel that it's not working." Thorns were pinned, and would be, as long as he spoke to this Xanthia. He wasn't really liking her attitude much, and actually was slightly wishing that she wouldn't come with. Too much to handle. But it was worth a shot.