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Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Oxy - 05-09-2014 OXY.
I never said that I want this
You've probably been doing too much brooding lately. Things have been a little weird lately ever since you beat the crap out of Eris and then decided not to take general from her. Or maybe you decided not to do that before you put her in her place. Maybe you just wanted her to know that you're better than her and you could take her position any time you wanted, if you wanted. Now you just wish that her and Sugar Lips would hurry up whatever shady planning job their doing. The anticipation is almost killing you. Therefore, it's time for a break. A break from your herd, a break from thinking, a break from trying to say almost sober in case anything happens and you need to jump into action.... Yeah, it's definitely time for a break.So nose dug into your bag, too many vines hanging way out of your mouth and dripping their very green juices down your face... Yeah, you're a sight for sore eyes. And you're not even sure where you're wandering, but there are way too many drapes hanging down and columns all around you. And with the wind blowing through the structure, the leaves rustling and sun shining through... It's almost like a fairytale that you're not really sure how you got in to. But while you're busy pondering your role in some imagined fairytale, some romantic tale that you could only play the villain in, you see something- or someone- out of the corner of your eye. “Hey you!” you practically shout into the silent, serene surroundings. “Get over here! What the hell is this place?” All your bellowing makes you more than a little unsteady on your hooves and by the time you're done shouting your swaying way too much. It is only an act of the gods that keeps you standing, hooves spread wide, head held low, ears splayed out to the side... Others might think you've seen better days, but as far as you're concerned you're having the best day ever right now. Locoweed fixes everything, after all. @[Kaiylia] RE: Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Kaiylia - 05-14-2014
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I never said that I want this
A lot of horses might wander by here and think about how beautiful it is, how lovely the sun is when it shines in from above, how the gentle breeze plays at the tattered curtains that entrap the mystical structure. You could think about those things... if you wanted to and you have to admit you did for a minute. After all, even if you're playing the villain, being in a fairytale is kind of everyone's dream. Right? Because seriously, physics don't even apply and who doesn't want to call up ACME for instant delivery of dynamite that blows up you but never lets you catch the roadrunner. Ok... so not all fairytales are ideal. Still... an evil villain can dream.But anyways, dreams or not, you're doing a fairly good job of playing the evil villain right now. Your huffing and bellowing has sent some poor creature skittering and skipping sideways, head tossing about in the air. You know that look- it's one you've worn many times. Fear. Well, maybe for her. You tend to look like that when you're over-reacting. Drugs kind of make everything hazy and make things all the sudden pop up where they weren't before. Like the little Blue when she fell from the tree. Although that was more her doing than the drugs... It still makes you smirk when you think about how you stole your obnoxious boggart companion from her. Anyways, back to the thing that you scared. A second look at it- her- makes you furrow your brow in confusion. Is she really that tiny or are you just seeing things? Nope, she's definitely tiny. And, as she has been well-trained to do, you see nothing on her face except neutrality. Drugs do not leave you with the senses to scrutinize minutia like tight mouths and whites around eyes. You've barely got enough consciousness to wrap your brain around her miniscule stature. At least she's got enough sense to answer you. “You're kind of small,” you respond back to her, not trying very hard to make normal conversation. “What good are you, anyways?” Already your mind is clicking, turning, whirring... maybe she will have some hidden, secret talent. Maybe she will be worthy to let in on your little plan to take down the Glass Horn and the Golden Asshole. Maybe... But it better be a pretty damn good talent. Otherwise you might consider just squashing her and putting her out of her misery now. Above you, your little wisp of a companion uses her new found magic to levitate a rock from the ground and let it bob all about. She considers jettisoning it at the little pony, just to see how she will react, but she waits a moment, having enough sense not to piss you off just yet. If the pony proves useful and the little boggart causes her to run off. Well... she's smart enough to know that a bad day will swiftly be headed her way. @[Rayo]- sorry for the delay, I was waiting for you to get internet back :D RE: Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Kaiylia - 06-12-2014
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Table by Sevin RE: Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Oxy - 06-14-2014 OXY.
I never said that I want this
The pony is correct in assuming that you only want power, only want to feel big, only want to know that you are in charge. It has been a terrible struggle of yours, to find some way to get the power you desire, but you feel like you might be getting closer. A step here, a stride there... In time, you will have made it to the finish line and you will finally be a winner. You deserve it. You were destined for greatness in your home and now... now you are but laughing stock of a warrior who cannot convince anyone that you are worth your salt. You have worked hard, trained harder, and still you are ignored. You don't know why. Or perhaps you do. You are under no delusion that you are a handsome stallion. You are a skinny beast, a drug addicted fool with too many scars and not enough fur to hide them all. You wouldn't be made except they judge you for your exterior, look at your locoweed bag and know that you are no more than peon. If only they would give you a chance.... But they won't. So you'll destroy them. It's the only solution.Just as soon as you ask your question, you are given an answer. This one is well trained in all manner of serves. You cock your head. Services? No sooner have you thought the word, however, before the pony is clarifying. A slave, and she offers herself so willingly? You're sure you must be massively high. However, your wisp of a companion sends you a complex series of emotions and images in your head that you're sure must translate to an attempt to tell you that you are not that high. You're torn between whether you understood her correctly or not. And, if you have understood correctly, if she is worth her weight in services. “Don't move,” you demand suddenly of the pony, turning your head and nodding towards your invisible companion and her floating rock. She knows what to do, though she suddenly does not like the reason for doing it. Before, it was for mischief, a game of fun. Now, it is for purposes of torture that she does not exactly condone. Still, she is a slave in her own right, and because she is afraid of you she does not disobey. Using all of the force she can muster, the boggart sends the rock headed towards the pony, hoping for her own sake that it will hit. She has aimed for the pony's shoulder. Interested, you watch and wait for Kaiylia's reaction, wondering what will come of this. You had never considered holding a slave before, but you think that you may consider it now as you imagine all of the potential uses. Indeed, this could be a very profitable venture. @[Rayo] RE: Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Kaiylia - 06-14-2014
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I never said that I want this
You are not entirely certain what being slave entails, you've certain never held one before or even heard of horses following such a code willingly. However, you understand the idea of slavery and if this pony is fool enough to behind herself to your will then you are willing to entertain her. You are impressed by the speed with which she freezes upon your command, holding herself terribly still as the rock assaults her side. In some ways, it makes you feel big. Even if she is small, even if you could best her anyways, it gives you a sense of satisfaction to know that you can simply say two words and she acts without hesitation. And she is pleased to have served you. How quaint.Its hardly a conquest to have bested this little pony, a creature of miniscule proportions in your eyes, but you're just a big bully. And everyone knows that bullies don't pick on horses their own size. In your head, you can sense the sadness of your companion, the disappointment in herself for what she has done. It displeases you and you lay her ears back, sending her a clear signal that she should give the child no leeway. Pressing your body into motion, you move towards the small creature, beginning a circle around her, inspecting her build, her size, her shape and color. Scars, the gold band on her limbs, the brand that lays on her hip, her pale eyes of different color. You are... amused and curious. “Do you fight? What about healing? I assume you keep secrets.” She seems rather small to be a warrior. Still, better to have half a warrior than none at all. She may prove useful to fix your wounds, however, if she knows anything of plants. Or a messenger for other purposes. Yes, you can think of plenty of reasons to keep her around. Once you have passed down her left side and back up her right, you head back to where you were standing. In those few moments while you wobble back, facing away from the pony, your companion takes her chance. She has some ability to hide herself from your mind, due to your constant state of intoxication, so she hopes you will not notice what she does. In the only way that she can, the small boggart tries to apologize for her cruelty. Even if the pony thinks she cannot do better than slavery, the smoke wisp feels that she can do better than a cruel beast. But she understands Kaiylia's predicament- she is in the same position. Trying her best to wisp about Kaiylia's muzzle for a moment, she then heads towards the pony's hooves, turning into the image of several marigold plants that rise up around the pony's hooves (if Kaiylia has not moved). Too frightened to hold the position for very long, the boggart disappears back into her naturally invisible state and returns to you. She is lucky. You have not noticed, this time. As you turn back to face Kaiylia, you nod then. “I'll keep you.” It is almost as though you are a benevolent host rather than a cruel beast. @[Rayo] RE: Chameleons [Kaiylia] - Kaiylia - 07-06-2014
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