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BLOODFLOOD (ALL) - Orithia - 11-18-2015
She seethed. Blood had dried on her lips from the last stallion that thought he could conquer her, but little did he know, she could simper and smirk right up to his neck. She could sashay and sidle like the best of them, better than the best of them. She could pucker and wink as she ripped his black heart right out of his chest. A cruel grin painted her face into a haphazard caricature of joy, her memory brushing over the image of his bloated body in the river. Face down, just like it should be. The mare had cleaned herself of the carnage that had splattered her coat, dutifully tending to her matted wings and tangled locks with a sort of loving care that almost made her seem vulnerable. Almost. But she had left her lips stained scarlet, for no other reason than to watch others' eyes trail over her immaculate form. To laugh hatefully as their grins slipped from their mouths in disgust. To lord over the discomfort and fear of others just as a lioness must lord over her kill. Ivory and coral blush painted her form some sort of beautiful, though treachery and self destruction had long ago scattered the ashes of her heart across the desert. So be it. She paused for a moment beneath the wide arms of a tree, not bothering to check her surroundings or even swivel an ear. Come what may, Orithia had decided long ago that whatever the world decided to throw her way wouldn't be able to pack a hard enough punch to ruin her more than she herself already had. aaaaand crappy first post! Trying to get the hang of her, but WELCOME ANYONE AND EVERYONE. Fair warning, she will try to fight you. tru story. RE: BLOODFLOOD (ALL) - Misael - 11-18-2015 Let me in I'll show you how the world really is Curiosity had burned it's way with Miseal through Helovia. His hooves of gold tread across the multiple terrains that made up the beautiful world of Helovia. His exploration of this realm had almost come to a close, he had found his favorite parts--his least favorite ones--and had learnt many things throughout his journey. Not only did he learn of the culture that stretched and implemented it's self in this place, but he had also explored the deep crevices of his own culture. He had come closer to finding his true nature; finding the real Miseal. The one that was uncorrupted by his sultry and sinister ways, one that was free of the weight of life. A lighter, purer, happier, Miseal. It didn't last. He had become angered, maddened by the corruption of his loyalties and the loss of a woman he held dear. So, here he was, dragging his sorry ass to the threshold that started it all. He remembered, as he tread across the lands that were so foreign long ago- but now were just another vast part of Helovia- the trees, the fragrance of the woods and the way that the rays glittered through the voids of the canopy above. It was all so long ago, but yet so freshly painted in his midnight skull. He assumed it wasn't easy to forget the ending that brought a new beginning; his resurrection one could say. The man was taken away from his thoughts as a pearl doll entered the sight of his golden gaze. Ears tipped forward as he took in the hues of blushes and pinks. She was a dainty thing (his favorite) arabian features were easily seen through the dish of her face and the arch that the fragile things always prized. Her locks matched the length of his own, porcelain in color and long in length. Any could say that she held a beauty about her, but the blood that very obviously was showed off on coral lips, made him interested. A smirk lit up his azure maw, his brow arching as he let his deep baritones bellow across the wild wood. "What unfortunate creature did you leave upon your lips?" "Talk?" image credits RE: BLOODFLOOD (ALL) - Iona - 11-19-2015
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She had to admit, the shade cast about her by the surrounding forest was a welcome reprieve from the exhausting heat of the sun. Gazing heavenward and into the layered boughs and the cracked eggshell blue of the fragmented sky, Orithia nodded. The tree could have her respect, it deserved it more than anything else on this wretched pile of dirt that got her attention; after all, it served a purpose and served it well. Virtually anyone else on the other hand... The snap of a twig caused her left ear to swivel in the same direction, though the ivory warrior did not deign to turn her head. A string of words broke the relative silence, spoken with a ring of amusement and coated in the familiar baritone of a male. Still she did not turn her gaze from the heavens, though her chiming vocals lashed out like a whip; "Come any closer and it will be you." Orithia felt her muscles tense in a sick anticipation; would the stranger continue to prod? Would he take her threat as an invitation? She hoped so. It had been mere hours since the salty tang of blood had coated her tongue, yet the scrappy lass found herself craving it once more. The only social activity she enjoyed. At the sound of yet another equine joining the already too crowded vicinity, Orithia found her ears pinning themselves against her skull whilst her gore covered lips pulled into a cruel grin. Another mouse had come out to play with the ravenous kitten. Finally, at the sound of a mare's voice, the coral brushed maiden lowered her gaze and directed it toward the newest stranger, assessing. Don't be so quick to assume. Maybe they deserved it. Her smile shrank to a smirk; this mare could either be a complete idiot or she could be just as screwed up as Orithia herself, but most likely she was going to land somewhere in the middle. Yet, as the unnamed mare continued to speak, Orithia withheld her judgment. Helovia. She had never heard of it and for that, she was glad, for it meant that many of those that must populate the area wouldn't know of Uumhala and their pleasure houses. "You're correct. They all deserve it." She slid her serpentine gaze over to the azure stallion, pupilless eyes mapping out the best spots on his supple skin to pierce and shred. Snapping her attention back to the black spattered mare, she spoke, voice flat and without inflection. "Orithia." She stared them down as the silence thickened. @Iona @Misael OOC - Yay! Thanks for replies! BRING EM OUT LETS ALL GET IN ON IT RE: BLOODFLOOD (ALL) - Misael - 11-23-2015 Let me in I'll show you how the world really is She did not greet him, did not look at him as he let his chords echo across the wood forest. He was only welcomed with the sight of a porcelain doll staring into the stars and morning glories that loomed over this world. A wanting to get her attention arose in his dark thoughts, a challenge one could say. Perhaps the threshold wasn't so boring after all? It would surely be a prize to take her home. The mare replied to him then, words striking at him with venomous tongues. He wondered if this was supposed to deter him from pursuing and prodding? If it was, it would be ignored, for the beast was most definitely going to give her everything but. He walked closer then, slithering to her side like the serpent he was. Miseal arched his neck and lowered the massively crowned cranium of his so that he might reach her ear, whispering words that would begin his mission. "The thought of me on your lips does not scare me." He paused, the aroma of pines and crisp woods wafting off his coat. "Go ahead, try me. The pleasure is all mine." It wasn't long until another joined him and the white's presence. He slowly slipped away from her side, returning to his abandoned spot by the pines, casting a glare of amusement to the lady in white. The third was also a winged, ebonite and bleach scattering her skin. She too, commented on the crimson lips of the newcomer. Miseal's brow arched at the onyx's words, another devious smirk slipping on sultry lips, "Oh I did not assume, I merely wished to know what creature unfortunately ended up upon the lips of a doll. I do not care if it was deserved, merely entertainment was all I wished for." He chuckled, the sound low and obviously humored. The black, Iona seemed to get the doll to speak more easily then he could've. Perhaps it was because she was winged, or that she was just that; a she. However it was, Miseal did not feel threatened and simply was excited to see what this concoction of a mare would bring out. Her name was revealed then, the brute let it bounce around in his head as the word became associated with the albino snake that sat sneering in front of him. "I on behalf of my heard, the Dragon's throat, welcome you as well. I am Miseal and it's lovely to be of company." He spoke, the enthralling darkness of his deep words and masculinity not failing him now(or ever, he's always a charmer.) "Tell me, what travels brought you here?" "Talk?" image credits RE: BLOODFLOOD (ALL) - Iona - 11-26-2015
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The ivory mare was only able to give the winged stranger so much of her attention before the insufferable stallion spoke again. Pale eyes narrowed to slits as the tiger-striped stallion continued to prattle, his incestuous need to be at the center of her attention grating at her every nerve. Her mind's eye was slowly filling with images of him, bloodied and beaten at her hooves, apologies dying upon cracked lips whilst old pleas for mercy echoed through the forest. She glanced again up into the tree boughs, deciding that they were old enough by now to have seen it all; they would not be offended by a little murder here and there. She licked her lips, wetting the scarlet stain and igniting the tang of iron upon her tongue. It was so sweet, the taste of someone's sin upon her lips, the taste of another's defeat. A step was taken toward the horned brute as he spoke, the syllables and inflections of his words a meaningless mumble. Eyes sparking with something that could be recognized as lust, Orithia grinned cruelly at the stallion, her mind finally focusing upon what idiocy his lips were spilling. An attractive arch to her neck, a coy batting of her lashes, a flick of the tail and a flirtatious pose later, she spoke; "Oh, Misael," she purred, honeyed words dripping poison to the earth, "I would take so much pleasure from entertaining you into a shallow grave." He could keep his welcomes and keep his godforsaken herd, she didn't need them. As for answering his question, she simply ignored him and switched her course to the winged stranger. The tale end of the mare's dialogue was caught and Orithia's eyes slid to the gruesome scars that sliced at her skin. Jaw clenching, the ivory serpent's ears threatened to flatten against her skull as her rage ignited once more in the pit of her stomach. She was about to speak, about to ask who had so viciously treated the mare and where they could be found, but the nameless mare had begun to speak once more. A battlefield? Orithia's lips twitched; it would be a lie to say that she wasn't intrigued. Eyes slipping back toward the horned cretin, the coral stained shrew bared her teeth. If there were any more like him - and she knew there would be - a battlefield would offer much more to her than he ever could. What a wondrous, war soaked life she could lead. Returning her attention to the ebony spattered pegasus, Orithia offered a terse nod, "I accept your terms and your offer on the condition that you show me this battlefield upon my acceptance into this World's Edge." A joker's smile spread across her effeminate face as she drug her gaze across Misael, "I get the feeling I may have many differences to settle." And with that, she shoved past the stallion, feathered wings brushing against his flank in a gentle promise; if he wanted to find her, she would welcome him with open lips ad sharpened teeth. For now though, the Edge was calling. @IONA @MISAEL ooc- we can end it here if you would like or y'all can add your exiting posts as well. I hope the contact toward Misael was alright, if not, I'll edit the post c: ALSO IONA DAMN SON ORI DOESNT HATE YOU FOR SOME REASON GOOD WORK BBY |