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it's a battle of the fittest - Morir - 02-24-2014
RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morana - 02-24-2014 Time had seemed to elapse within the walls of the caves, day after day of crowded loneliness. Who would have thought one could feel so distant from others in a crowded room of bodies. But it was no matter now, the darkness had seemed to elevate itself from the lands of Helovia and the crisp dawn was breaking upon the horizon. Though the warmth of the sun was masked by the smudged clouded sky, and the snow still fell upon the lands, leaving spring to withdraw into hiding till the sun kissed the earth again. I had decided to wonder from the safe walls of the underground caverns, passing past the heart of Helovia, savoring the warmth that brushed against the fibers of my skin. Intrigued, curious, my intentions of abandoning those cold rock walls are inevitable now. It was a perfect timing, as pink tongue laps upon velvet lips I could taste the adventure, the unknown fluttering in the air. It was mine for the taking, and there was nothing, no one to hold me back. A glint- I’ll bet a sinister one, mingled within my focused pools, gazing upon the snow dusted tundra before me. Deadly beauty, this was winter, the cold biting at my heels- threads of onyx and ivory dusted in flecks of ice. The cold was numbing, but to say the least, I was rather starved; there was not much source of food within those musty caves. Not that there would be much luck in a winter wonderland either. So with a burst of energy, I exhausted all my resources into my stride. Legs ache from being captive below the earths crust, unable to stretch and exceed to full length. Muscles stretch and mend as the cold snow and ice pelts against my warming auburn cloak. Ivory legs pump wildly, and yet retain their grace and my body follows suite. Heaving breaths, stagger against the cold. I could feel my glass crimson pendant bouncing upon my breast as I plowed through the fallen snow, leaving a spray of white behind powerful hooves. You should have stayed within the caves. Eyes rolled and narrowed to the suggestion my mother had made. It was always amusing she still lingers in my mind, even after her death. I refuse to stay locked up in fear. I did not know emotion well, and fear never had crossed my mind. Lobes arose from my lifted crown as a shadow figure rippled into view through the sheets of falling snow. A unicorn stallion, dusted with ice and snow, grazed upon what little foliage he could find. Hooves slowed, legs clenching and sliding through the snow to a graceful halt. Heaving breaths fluttered through my nostrils as I perked my head in his direction, eyes fixated on his features, his weaponry. The envy in her eyes cascaded through them with obvious delight. How stunning he was, to bare such a wonderful set of weaponry! Delighted, and eager to meet someone new unsure if this was a demon or not; though I did not think a demon would be feasting upon herbs, I made a graceful walk toward the being. Rounding to approach him from the front, as not to shock or surprise I couldn’t help but notice his unusual markings, and his eyes laced in scars, there were no pools to gaze into, nothing to show emotion or greet. Curious, I froze in place, gazing upon his rather unique body. Well that’s not natural. I wonder what happened to him. Shuffling my hooves to a firmer place in the snow, I let my voice, soft and seductive flow from my plush white lips, steam from my breath melting the layer of frost upon my nose. ”Dining alone tonight?” I remained at a safe distance, wary of those pointed black horns. There was no telling if the stallion was temperamental or not, and I really didn’t have the energy to fight in a snow storm. @[Morir] Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother. RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morir - 02-24-2014
RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morana - 02-25-2014 The bitter cold nipped at my painted skin. Ice and snow clung to my silken fibers, as they would take their last moment to melt against what little warmth my skin radiated from my long run from the Sanctuary. Chilled, my body heat soon plummets, sweat freezing upon my skin, now blanketed in a soft shimmering sheet of ice and snow crystals. The elements were still harsh, and through it all I hadn’t forgotten that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one that yearns for fulfillment. Lips parted as pink tongue kissed the plush muzzle of white, the thought of fresh greenery made my mouth water with excitement as I let my gaze fall from the stand-offish unicorn, and iced pools rested on the nourishment below the fluttering snow and ice. I ignored his statement, and lift a single leg and plummet it against the snow. A smirk played upon my lips, as the pale masked blade carrier armed himself against me, weapons in the ready. I couldn’t help but to let a soft, sinister chuckle ripple from my lips. My pale dagger slams into the wet snow once again, drawing back and tearing into its once smooth appearance. Again, I repeated this motion until the brittle twigs of winter sprung forth, the dead weeds of last summer, what the autumn didn’t kill off. My eyes twinkled with a wondrous child-like tendency, as tiara lowered to the ground. Lips scuffled against the white powder, parting to let pearl flats snap and rip upon the earth’s fleshy foliage. While I enjoyed my rather dry first course, I let my depths gaze back up to the obsidian stallion. His tone was obvious, that perhaps he didn’t want company. It was a shame really; I did like the company of those I could find of use, or just have a general conversation with. They were so complex, these stallions. The way they held their forms, their emotions and ager issues, it was something I alone would never be able to fully understand. Elevating my head against the white falling snow, sorrel lobes fall to the sides to refrain from the winds grasp, hooves step with neutral caution as I decided to brush the face of danger with my lips. Standing to the side, and moving closer to the handsome beast, I once again found myself gazing upon his chiseled visage, masked in what would appear to be a skull. It was fitting, creepy but intriguing all the same. My muzzle of velvet plush extended to his shoulder, a huff of warm steam aiming to brush against his skin; though I dare not touch him. ”No need to be so tense” A simple statement fluid like water from a stream, chopped by the winter winds. ”May I know your name?” I questioned, I could play nice innocent girl for now. @[Morir] Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother. RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morir - 03-02-2014
RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morana - 03-10-2014 I mused on the dullness of the blind stallion’s actions, his captivating matted fibers breaking way to the thoughtless account on his appearance. I stepped back from the onyx being, granting him the space he deserved, partially because I didn’t feel like taking a blow to the flesh should the stranger decide to push me away with other means. I did however continue to envy the weapons that he wielded, his unique structure, and his towering physique. It was a pity to see one so mangled and matted against the beauty of the alabaster snow. My twinkling jewel bounced upon my chest as I was startled to his deep snort, an obvious warning that I would need to heed, should I wish for some decent company in this unicorn. You’re just wasting your time Morana, this mongrel is blind and useless to you. As much as I wanted to roll my eyes to my mother’s haunting statement, it held a hint of truth that I couldn’t really avoid. But what was the point now, if I just turned and walked away- the boy wouldn’t care if I moved away I was sure of that. No, perhaps he’s not so useless. I told her promptly within my ever grinding mind. I continued to watch him, digging upon the earth in almost desperation in awkward silence before his words shattered though the dead of winter. It was true, the mention of my name I didn’t utter upon my lips to the stranger. It was out of habit, when I come from my name wasn’t one that many liked to hear. My apologies. My voice soft and smooth, pouring from my lips like cold sterling liquid. ”I am Morana, still new here and I haven’t grown custom to the ways of Helovia.” what I said had a hint of truth within, these lands were ever-changing, and I was still learning to adapt to the ways of this culture. To blend and mingle with the champions and peasants of this kingdom, to learn and understand their emotions, and this one was making it hard- his emotions were blank, but his energy was negative. ”I was just in search of company, I no not of many here.” I breathed, voice laced with innocent pitch as I turned a little and gazed upon the snow glazed horizon. ”If I’ve come at a bad time, maybe I should leave you be?” I questioned, a hoof shifting within the snows grasp. What are you doing? Just trust me for once. I wasn’t here to harm the being, as I really wasn’t sure what was running through his mind, or what he had done to anyone here. My code follows to only kill those of the dangerous type, those that have killed. And I know nothing of his past. The winter pulled upon my mane, whipping fibers wrapping around ivory hocks as my legs seemingly vanish into the snow. If he asked me to stay, I wouldn’t hesitate for the company. But my legs were hankering to move away, should he wish for his privacy, although from what in this barren waste land, I would never know. @[Morir]: OMG so sorry for the wait. <3 Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother. RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morir - 03-12-2014
RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morana - 03-16-2014 He is rather vulnerable you know, he can’t see what you do, or when you’ll make a move. Lobes remained erect and pinned upon the skull faced creature. He was strange, hard to read, impossible to understand. But then again, perhaps I was the same, just a well crafted actress and liar. Do as you wish. His tone seemed blunt, bland and uncaring as my speech didn’t seem to do much good. Perhaps I was a little rusty on my damsel in distress act. I contemplated for a moment, torn between staying in the company of what appeared to be a homeless-man, or just be on my merry way and encounter others that might show the slightest interest in me. Eyes narrowed against the harsh winter winds, glinting; what little light reflection that could muster from the snow. Strange one. Not sure why I’m still standing here, he means nothing to me. And yet I was compelled. Something had drawn me to you, like a pest to a light in the middle of nowhere, my hooves shuffled, and nostrils lowered to the soft powder as I lipped at the ice, crunching on it lazily in thought as I gazed upon his obsidian coat. Perhaps it’s as if I was ignoring the beast now, not that he’d know this. Shuffling away a little, a voice strikes my ears and I slowly raise my lips from the plastered ground. Nape curves and twists to better gaze upon this dark being, who uttered his name Morir. Oddly close to my own, a twisted smirk crossed my lips as I cleared my throat silently. His question of if I was alone, was a little eerie, why did it matter if I was alone. A quick glance around the barren lands of rolling snow that surrounded us, my eyes glare returned back to the skull faced stallion. My facial expression would repeal the look of “Duh” but I said nothing of the sort. ”I am... have been for a while now.” My voice was kind, but laced with that hint of ‘What’s it to you?’ cockiness. It was true though, she had only met one other since her time here. Hector, and well.. Phoenix but he didn’t say much their time together. And the thought occurred to me, I didn’t really... have a home? My mind lingered on the fire-kissed stallion Hector, and his mentioning of the Dragons Throat. I would have to find this, Dragon-Keep, and seek out Hector and see if my company would be welcomed in a kingdom that from what he said was primarily made of Pegasus. ”Why do you ask?” I questioned softly, collecting myself and stepping to face the obsidian warrior. It would mean one of two things, he would find my solitary existence easy to intimidate, possibly attack, or he’ll think nothing of it- maybe just keep munching on that dead grass- maybe I should have just walked away. Probably. Zip it. Tags: @[Morir] Words: 686 oOc: <3 Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother. RE: it's a battle of the fittest - Morir - 03-18-2014
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