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[PRIVATE] Hoard of the living... Kids?!

Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE


"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Airlia had been wondering around getting a feel for Helovia, and trying to find that damn stallion. Anger flared in her breast as she thought of the massive black and white stallion. Her ears flicked pinned to her head as she strode through the forest once more trying to find that stupid man. He was supposed to be with her, supposed to keep her safe, and amused. So where the fuck was he? A growl like sound slipped through her gritted teeth. If she found him fucking some mare she was going to lose it. She could already feel the blood lust pounding through her veins. The spider queen knew she would kill, or at least try to kill, the slut.

After a few days the mare found herself somewhere creepy, and very interesting. 'Why didn't he make this his home?' Silver eyes took in the scarlet, well, everything. This was much more to her style. Her regal slender frame strode proudly through the bloody foliage. She loved how she stood out so starkly against the bold terrain. She grinned at the thought and tossed her black tresses turning her stride to a strut. If there were any prying man eyes she wanted them to all be on her.

The longer she walked the fast her attention turned back to the damned stud. The mare stopped at a waterfall of blood. Her nostrils twitched carefully searching the wind for the scent of iron or sweat. Slightly disappointed she stepped into the pool of crimson water. Greedy eyes searched looked down at the glittering gems below the surface. It seemed to blatant, to easy, to take the jewels just under the water. Her heart longed to reach down and pluck one out for herself. Anger spiked through her again. She couldn't do anything she wanted. She couldn't take a damn gem from the water, couldn't tease her stallion, or anything else she wanted too. Her rage boiled over, "Damn it Volterra! Where the fuck are you?!" She glared around her as if daring him to step from the trees and greet her as if everything was just peachy.

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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra (if you want to later) @Tyrath @Sabre @Zhu @Valdis All Vol kids are welcome! I'd even take a few mothers if you want xD

Sabre Posts: 21
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 3 years
Cutlass :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Reli
our kingdom come
Volterra (it’s still way too weird to think of him as dad) and I haven’t traveled far since he found me in the Threshold. We had agreed to travel a little ways north first—where the emerald leaves turn a sinful scarlet, and the boughs are thick enough to choke out all but the strongest light. Before I had wandered off on my little adventure, we had spent some time here in the Blood Falls (brother and I) and I thought I might—just might—find him here. Ma had been with us as well, of course. I suppose you could say that this had been our home away from home; the Deep Forest’s northeastern cousin, the blood wood.

Exhaling heavily from my nostrils, I shake the curls from my eyes, each glance of the dense, ruby trees breathing life into a memory. I pick my way not-so-carefully through the underbrush, kicking a rock here and there, my ears trained lazily behind me. Part of me expects Volterra to come crashing in through the wake of my tracks. After all, I hadn’t exactly told him I was leaving his side; I just sort of...wandered off.

Did I have to tell him?

I’ve never had a father before, and my experience with ma had been anything but conventional (she had preferred to raise us with iron-wills and stone hearts rather than manners or decorum). Either way, it’s not like I would roll over and play obedience to him easily—what has he done to earn my respect enough to heed his word? I wield a double-edged sword, people. (Still, isn’t that what dads are supposed to do? Worry? Protect?) Ma had never run after brother when he had snuck off (she’d only beat him senseless when he happened to return).

Tucking my chin in towards my chest, I hide a smile, remembering his mischief. I had never considered myself the obedient one, even if it was technically true, but oh how the tables have turned! —Who’s sneaking away from the parent now?

Snickering to myself, I’m caught off-guard by the sudden shrieking of a woman. I would have rolled my eyes, but the bellow of Volterra’s name distracts my attention and captures my interest. Narrowing my eyes, I march through the trees, stumbling upon the sight of a mare standing in the familiar ruby waters. “Probably avoiding you,” I scoff boldly, like any typical teenager with attitude. I don’t recognize her—I would remember markings like her plaited webs and blood-red skin—but for all her theatrics, she exudes stubborn confidence. And I admire such proud women.

If only she didn’t have that sickening tumor of a horn germinating from her forehead.

“Maybe if you stop screeching for a second, you might not scare your bait away. You’re huffing like a damn priss,” I spit away the curls that have fallen across my brow, narrowing the yellow of my eyes accusingly. What did this woman want with Volterra? Should I bother myself enough to care?

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