 Astray was a complex emotion. Despite the fact that Feuille had no luck catching the attention of a passerby – possibly because she was so damn quiet among the decaying forest – she'd driven herself around as if she was a lingering odor, slowly cultivating hoofbeats that only crept a few inches in sound. The darkness fared her well, she was accustomed to living amongst the foliage, so adapted she should call herself a drifting leaf. Her body, often passionately caressed by the fire–like cindervine, wore a thickening coat which matched the deep red of her surroundings. Abundant hair spilled over her neck, tangled in itself, woven and clasped by burning leaves, smoldering the ends of tawny strands that meekly drag the musty ground. It wasn't a wonder, exactly, that she blended so well against autumn's strawberry bark. Her heart stabbed against her soul, an unruly briar, pressing deep into the burden of seclusion. Sometimes being a part of the forest wasn't as hopeful as being an alienated from it.
Feuille lifted her eyes to the sifting sunlight as she often did, catching the glimpse of drifting forest motes – or old, desperate pollen that dusted golden trees like a long night's glitter. Forelock fell into her eyes and earrings tittered together while she pushed her ears forward, intrigued by the sparkle of a daunting forest's sunlight. Indeed, this beautiful place for the brokenhearted spoke to her without words.
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You've been watching her since the minute she set foot in the forest. Your forest. You wonder if she even knows that you're lurking in the shadows just waiting for the perfect time to attack. You watch and observe like the predator you are. Like the predator you were born to be. All this time you've shoved that side of yourself away, trapped it in a box and kicked it to the corner of your mind and in one split second it all emerged. One twist of fate has turned you into the beast that lurks in the shadows. The monster that hides under children's beds and in their closets.
You emerge from the shadows when she looks toward the sky and from one side you look normal, though you no longer have the white markings everyone knew you for. They have been turned red, stained with the blood of those that you've killed and those that you have yet to kill. You no longer carry the bronze markings for those too have been tainted crimson. Your right side has fared a lot better than your left. You see, you've lost your left eye and all that's left is an empty socket and shiny, white bone. The lacerations in your neck have become infected and the stench of the infection is horrendous. The skin has rotted away over your rib cage and the muscle is gone. I can see your ribs. I can see your black heart beating and pumping your tainted blood through your veins. Your hind leg is nothing but shining white bone from the hock down and you're only lucky that you've kept the ligaments otherwise you'd be crippled and what good is a crippled mare?
What will she think when she sees that side of you? You think she will run and you will give chase because the thrill is all in the hunt and this hunt has only just begun. You will let her think that she's escaped you, but you know there is no escape from the darkness that has consumed your soul. Soon she will find it, too. You turn to face her and you peer at her from behind your white forelock with your crimson eye and empty socket. One word is uttered. "Run." You tell her and you wait for the hunt to begin.
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This desperation pushed her onwards, long limbs clambering, eyes sifting through the beauty of late autumn. She drifted through the cool, red-leaf embers aimlessly. She was lost to her heavy heart's bidding.
It was an evolutionary day. She knew something could happen, whether it be apocalyptic or just a lingering trifle and change the way she felt, turn her around and have her seeking something other than love. She was a woeful creature, spent on loneliness and tired of nobility. Anything could grace her skin at this point, and turn the tides in her head to pour in an all new ocean. And maybe a new ocean wasn't a bad thing, maybe she could grow out of her leafy life and sprout on a new branch, find something other than freedom. Even though freedom was what she wanted in the first place, Feuille found she was entirely dissatisfied.
On spindly legs, the mare's pace slowed and tragic eyes graced the sky once more. As they fell from the blinding beauty, she caught a glimpse of something more dashingly red than the nature around her. Her orange eyes darted to crimson-coated legs which were thick and toned like a muscular warmblood's, up to a jet coat, which to her withdrawn gaze, appeared murky and saturated. In an eye-opening instant, Feuille found she was half bone! Thick muscles and stark ossein warped half of this horse's body and only one saccharine eye glare right into the autumnal Jaune. In some sort of rhapsodic awe, the mare jolted into tensity, electricity blasting down matchstick legs as this demon uttered "Run."
Without a brink of hesitation, Feuille spun on light haunches, gaited stride making the run swift and smooth. The wind took full flight of her tresses, jewels bouncing in the frenzy. She was a swift blur, eyes as wide as a full moon. Adrenaline drained the warmth from her limbs. She staggered across the damp rot and fallen branches, she felt her heart pattering hysterically, remembering the cold demonic word that fell from bloody lips. Shock crippled her, and breath was the only thing she needed. In all her heart she knew she wasn't fast enough.
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You terrify her, this poor girl who was just innocently strolling through the forest, but the look of terror on her face and in her eyes makes you smile, but half of your face is always smiling, isn't it? She heeds your command and she runs while you stand and watch her rather than give chase because you don't chase. You are no two-bit predator, you are queen. You will stalk her and track her until she can no longer run and you will stand over her while she begs for you to let her go... but you won't. While she begs you the only thing you will be doing is trying to decide where you want to cut her first. You think that pretty face of hers is tempting. You could pluck an eye out with your horn, or if you really felt like it just shove your horn into her skull and end her life.
But that would do you no good.
Her steps have died down into nothingness and it is then that you start after her. In her panic she has left a clear trail for you to follow and you make a noise of disapproval in the back of your throat. You want a challenge and this mare will not give you the challenge you crave. As you walk you begin to hear her steps again and your ears fall back against your head and you are left in even more of a state of disapproval. What did you expect?
The closer you get the louder she becomes and the more dissatisfied with the hunt you become. Finally you've had enough and your magic bursts forth and seeks out her body and when it enters you constrict her airways and leave her gasping for breath. Does she know what's happening? Does she know its you already and that she's not gotten far enough away to save herself? You smile again because you know there is nothing she could have done to save herself. The moment she stepped foot into your forest she had sealed her fate.
When you get to her she is writhing on the forest floor, eyes wide and fearful as she stares up at your skeletal face. How ugly you are. How fearsome and terrifying and so utterly perfect. "You did not run fast enough." You tell her, your voice emotionless and nearly robotic. Your gruesome face appears almost stoic as you lower your head and press the tip of your horn against her shoulder. You shift your weight and your horn sinks into her flesh and her blood rushes forth, so fresh and sweet smelling. You drag your head down, slitting her flesh and then you do it again, over and over until her sides are littered with lacerations caused by you.
You move to her neck and and you press the tip of your horn into it, but you do not stop when it pierces her flesh. You keep pushing until your horn is nearly halfway buried in her neck. Its a miracle that you haven't hit any arteries that would make her bleed out before the infection you want to taint her with takes effect. You pull your horn out and you cut across her face face with it and when you're done she has a menagerie of cuts and that lovely stab wound you've placed in her neck. Her face is bleeding and you lick the blood from her face and you think it tastes good. Much better than those spoiled apples you'd eaten last season.
As you step back you say nothing to the mare who is still gasping for breath and writhing in pain. Finally, you release your magic and your ears tilt forward as you wait for her tortured screams to finally burst forth.
ooc:// permission given by tay :3
tay, if its too much lemme know and i'll edit
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Feuille may post once more before the dice roll determines her fate!
not all who wander are lost
The only thing that matters in life is survival. Life depends on survival as a planet depends on gravitational love between itself and its moon. Life depends on an orbit, revolving span produced a rolodex with all the instincts applied to adaptation, evolution, and beyond. The world is truly our oyster, and we've become accustom to the freaks of nature life was built to protect and produce. All of it drained into spirits, into entities, which we soon embodied. We learned to fight the peacemaker and run from the bombs.
Feuille's breath finally ran out. She collapsed, pitchy groan rolling in her throat while she squirmed. As her windpipe refused to open, her mouth attempted to grope the air, to swallow it, but the hoof-weight on her airway turned her red.
It lasted seconds but each one felt like years of brutal seasons. Fawn flesh cut like butter to the demon's horn, it had already been red, as if it was born that way. Blade chased along her shoulderline, down her body, seductively, execrably. She could not feel anymore. Her legs had run themselves out and the lack of oxygen released adrenaline, so much that she could not even see. Blood, wilted and rosy, traced down the carving of her body as the demon proceeded work. It was brash and wild, lacerations coming in the fifties, in seconds that moved like minutes. But as it moved back up her once beautiful bodice, the cutter made one final jar of her head and surged her blade into the muscle of Feuille's delicate neck. The mare's head writhed, in an exonerating way under the pain - the only pain she felt - before she finally submitted herself to all darkness.
Unconscious, she did not feel the spiral weapon slide away from her neck and the grip on her throat release. She did not feel the creature, undoubtedly wicked, move to her face and press the gelatinous tongue against the wounds, sealing the lines of her face in effluviuous saliva. The demon pulled away from her work, looking as though Feuille was artistic laying there in her own coagulating blood. But the demon would not hear screams, perhaps not if life lost its gravitational love with survival.
[Sorry RE, I was a little reluctant to post after ali's awesome maiming of Feu]
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Feuille becomes Infected!
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