Glaring around with hateful obsidian orbs, she tensed her muscles and prayed no stallion decided she was an easy target. Not again. She might not be as lucky the next time a stallion went after her. Blinking, she continued on her way with a grace few could match. Her mane was black, her pelt a base white with deep black splashes. She'd been named for her mother, Cleopatra, but she had hated that ignorant mare, and preferred to be called by her second name, Selene.
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10-25-2012, 04:29 PM
The large, elegant tobiano pinto mare trotted forward on long, slender legs. Her ears were perked and ready to catch the slightest noise, her head slightly lowered. The long pearly horn jutting from her skull left no doubt she would be a dangerous enemy if challenged. Her dark black eyes held menace and frustration in their gleaming depths. Danger radiated off of her; she was not to be upset today. Not after what had happened to her.
Glaring around with hateful obsidian orbs, she tensed her muscles and prayed no stallion decided she was an easy target. Not again. She might not be as lucky the next time a stallion went after her. Blinking, she continued on her way with a grace few could match. Her mane was black, her pelt a base white with deep black splashes. She'd been named for her mother, Cleopatra, but she had hated that ignorant mare, and preferred to be called by her second name, Selene.
10-25-2012, 05:34 PM
(Please don't be offended, I am only stating such.)
10-25-2012, 05:39 PM
10-25-2012, 05:58 PM
"Not that you'd care to hear about it." She shot back, flattening her ears against her skull and standing her ground, black eyes flashing hatefully at the stallion. "And not that I'd care to stick around long enough to tell you about it." She turned herself away from him, heading at an angle to get away from him. She held an air of disdain and anger about her, and her eyes glittered with hate as she glared at him from the corner of one black orb. She swished her tail and continued prancing away gracefully, as if he did not exist. To her, he might as well be part of the scenery. Wondering if he'd try to make an advance or come after her, she picked up her pace into a trot, lifting her legs high and setting them quietly back onto the cold earth. If she'd been a wolf, she would have snarled at him; a warning to keep his distance. Anger and humiliation roiled together inside the gut of the pinto beauty, anger at stallions in general and humiliation over the fact she'd not been able to defend herself, not been able to stop the incident from happening. Luckily she'd gotten away very quickly-- she would not birth a foal. Her ears stayed pinned no matter the fact she was ignoring Abyss; she could not force herself to forget the recent happenings of the day.
10-25-2012, 06:02 PM
Oops! Switched my accounts! xD Sorry!
10-25-2012, 06:28 PM
((As Elizabeth said above, you need to meet minimum word counts. I cannot even craft a response to a post that isn't even 60 words. My apologies.))
10-25-2012, 06:36 PM
I fixed it, hopefully, and I apologize for such short replies; I have had a major drop in muse lately, and when I do have bursts of muse, it's for Nefertari, not Cleo. D:
10-25-2012, 06:41 PM
10-25-2012, 06:50 PM
She turned and looked at him disdainfully. "Oh please. You? Innocent? Hardly." She snorted and braced herself, horn gleaming like a sharpened dagger. "We're quite rational, thank you. And no. It's much lighter than it appears." She tossed her head, shifting her mane so that it rested on the left side of her neck, and spoke again, a quiet whisper full of menace. "I think I'll run where I choose, stallion. You have no claim to me." A shudder ran through her bodice, and she knew he'd probably suspect that it was fear or wariness-- he was wrong. She wanted him to be aggressive, wanted him to give her a reason to tear flesh from bone and spit it back in his face.
Obsidian eyes flashed with hatred and unmistakable intent. If the stallion would not leave her be, then she would be more than happy to attack him. Flay him. There was nothing like fighting; to her, it was a drug. "If you're going to try and take what you're after by force... Try me." She whispered, giving him a nasty smile. "The last idiot was a little bigger than you... But I still got away. What's more, he's wounded." Her smile deepened, and her voice drifted to a soft, soft sound that barely carried to him, and was full of evil intent. "And I can't wait to see how much of your flesh I can rip off."
10-25-2012, 06:58 PM
10-25-2012, 09:35 PM
She relaxed completely, her obsidian eyes going blank. She refused to be goaded by this arrogant stallion. "My lord." She spoke through her teeth, a hard, sarcastic tone. "I doubt I would enjoy myself in your company, especially not after what happened earlier today." And then she was turning from him and walking away, refusing him, and refusing the fight she so desperately desired. Calling over her shoulder, she said, "If I were desperate for a fight, then you would have one, raven, but as it is...." She looked back at him, still blank-faced. "I am not that desperate, and I've grown tired of you." And then she was floating away, her hooves carrying her off over the snow. Again she called back to him, "And had you seduced me, it would have been a one-night stand... Nothing more. I daresay you would abandon me the moment after you'd gotten what you desired." And then she paused and looked back, stamping a hoof into the snow. "But, you see, I'm not interested in love of any kind; physical or emotional. Had you found me yesterday, perhaps I would have gone along with your game, and eventually you would have had me."
10-25-2012, 09:48 PM
10-26-2012, 12:35 AM
She chuckled darkly. "Ah a stallion with rhymes." Her eyes held sorrow in them for a moment. "Once upon a time I would have fallen for a stag like you." Obsidian lanterns turned cold and hard. "No doubt you would have broken it." She trotted back toward him, and stopped a few lengths away. "Very well, I will stay-- if only because you bring out my anger... And amuse me at the same time." She gave him a small, cold smile. "Not many can do both, and the ones who can't..." She made a sharp jerking motion in the air, her horn slashing through the fog that had begun to settle around them.
She looked him over and said softly, "Other stallions may try and woo me, stallion, but they will not succeed. Just as you will not. Never again shall I bed a stallion-- until one wins my heart." With that said, she sat herself down so as to be immovable. If he tried to get her up, she could easily jab him with her horn or strike out at him; and she would enjoy it. "Perhaps you like pain?" She murmured. "And perhaps that is why you offer your flesh to me. You'll find I don't tear flesh just to tear it-- the taste of blood has become something I enjoy. Must have something to do with my upbringing." Here she flashed a cruel little smile at him, and waited for his reply.
10-26-2012, 01:34 PM
10-26-2012, 02:04 PM
She laughed quietly. "Foals? At one time I would have wanted a few, yes, but certainly not with a stallion I felt nothing for. With a stallion that would not stick around to know whether or not he'd impregnated me." She eyed him suspiciously, pointedly, as if to say, 'Like you.' "Love, however..." She looked away from him, and then said softly, "I cannot afford to love." She looked back at him with hard eyes. "And the last stallion I had any trust for tried to rape me. That is why I've been in a bad mood since we met." She got up and shook herself, stretching and then looking at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing she'd ever seen. "Of course I want a foal." She said softly. "What mare doesn't? But once upon a time I had one, and a mate as well. Before I came here. But they both betrayed me." Her voice turned cold. "Guess which one you remind me of, stallion. The cheater, or the deserter?" She bared her teeth at him for a moment before calming herself and looking down.
"I think I'll go now." She whispered, turning and beginning to walk away as if the conversation had aged her. "If you seek company like that... Go find someone else. Leave me to my misery, and go sire someone else's foal who won't care if you stick around or not." Her tone was harsh and cold, but she couldn't quite hide the edge of pain she felt cutting at her like a knife. "There are plenty of mares out there, stallion... Go after one of them instead." She lifted her head up high, and kept her face from view of the stallion. She refused to let him see the tears in her eyes. He reminded her so much of her old mate... Too much. Anger flashed in those black eyes, anger that the stallion could bring those memories back unbidden. Of course she wanted a foal! She missed her own, but he'd chosen to go with his rat of a father. In her mind, he'd betrayed her. He'd declared that day just how much he cared about her. She flattened her ears and bared her teeth, lashing out with hooves at a nearby tree. She wanted to scream at the agony of her memories, wanted to-- and there was her answer. A deep pool of water lay to the left. She froze, shaking, looking at it. She could plunge in and freeze to death, or drown... No more memories. No more attempts at rape. No more stallions trying to seduce her. Nothing but blackness... No more her.
10-26-2012, 06:58 PM
10-27-2012, 03:26 AM
"I cannot." She whispered, taking a trembling step toward the pool. "Because I hurt... I am in agony... The wounds are still fresh." Another. And another. Then she was there, rearing up and slamming down to break the ice. Her black eyes brimmed with tears. "No more..." She whispered. "No more." She stepped into the water slowly, blinking the tears back from her eyes.
Gasping at the cold, she continued to wade in until she was up to the underside of her belly. The stallion couldn't stop her now... Wouldn't. Why would he care? Of course he wouldn't. She was just another toy to him... He wouldn't care if she did this. And she would. She had to escape. She couldn't go on this way... Couldn't keep this up. Needed love, though she denied that she wanted it, refused to admit she needed it, still hung up over her old family. But this stallion could not, would not, provide her with true love. She was too far gone for that, too damaged. She knew that even if she did carry his foal, there would be no point to even letting him near it. Too complicated, to grow up in a family where the parents barely had tolerance for each other. She would know. She waded in a little farther, knowing soon hypothermia would set in, and she would freeze to death. Her legs were already numbing, her vision flickering, her lungs slowing in the intake of breaths. Peace. She would finally have peace.
10-28-2012, 11:59 AM
10-28-2012, 12:54 PM
His last words made her head snap around. She bared her teeth and flattened her ears, rearing up and plunging out of the water. Glaring at him, she lowered her head. "No one will help me. I'm pretty sure your idea of 'help' is a one-night stand to knock me up." She stamped a hoof angrily. "Try to love? Try? Is that what you ask of me? Bring me a stallion who could return my passion!" Her black eyes blazed with fury; the mare was incensed with rage at the stallion. "Bring me a stallion who could stand before me and not loose courage; a stallion who will remain his own person but also not be so very independent from me! Someone, anyone who can love me as an equal, not as a subordinate. I will bow to no one's wishes. Find me a stallion like that, raven, and I will try." Panting with fury and exhaustion and cold, she stood shaking in the cold wind, glaring at him.
10-29-2012, 10:36 AM
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