[B]oo t.o yo[you] to.o

[Aniya]

[ooc: Just wanted to say...please do not forceclaim her. And seriously only claim her or approach her if you are willing to gladly deal with the abuse that she will reak upon your other mares, because I will not change her personality...Thank you.]


Just like a nightmare, always moving in the darkness. Clinging to the foggy humid air like a moth to the flame. Bloody frame shifting along without much effort fluid movement natural within the equine bloodline. Upper held aloft as a fit mahogany form preformed a slithery smooth dance beneath the shadows of the large leafless oaks, their tangled fingers reaching into the night sky like worms to a fresh carcass. The stench of the deceased vermin that littered the lome mingled with the odor of seasoned mares, the two filled sensitive passages causing a snarl to cover ebonite kissers. Muscular pinions stilled at the muddy decline of the lake’s slick edge, razor like talons slid slightly in the mucky softness. Traveling down seemed to take mere seconds for the succubus to reach the nearly dry lake bed. Only a foot or so of liquid remained within the oval shaped bowl, a few feet from the bytch’s lucid appendages lay the body of a dove that had ventured to deep into the squishy earth becoming trapped and passed from this life while trying to give hydration to her golden form.

Snout inched closer as the seductive vixen dipped her raven skull towards the decomposing mass. A soft hollow laugh escaped her tight vocal box before letting her velvets touch the water’s inky surface. Though the form of the dead jezebel lay within the edge of the pool there was no other choice, drink or dehydrate further. Boodica did what was necessary in this life so that she might continue on with it…there was much more mayhem out there for her to stir. Dream box lifted into the still night air as the russet dryad burst into motion letting pitch painted shanks pull her up and out of the trapping mud. Fog rushed past her bodice as she sped across the claiming lands, zenith pushed low to reduce resistance. Advancing on as if Satan himself was on her trail…though if that were true Boodica would turn and greet him. The only one out there that might hold the same dark coldness that she held so dear. There would be none in this pathetic world of happiness and dreams that could captivate her enough to bring her into his lome. At least none would do it with the intention of having her behave herself, that just wasn’t possible.

Letting her bottom drop slowly as she skidded to a slow stop, dust and small particles of earth slung out before her in a small cloud of flying debris. Lifting her dome high as she let loose a call, one to those that might challenge her in this life, one that could control the inner beast that roamed her caverns…one that would understand what made her tick. Also roaming through the call was a almost silent warning to the ones who would cower at her way of living. Standing ready, plume whipping at the biting insects that plundered her limbs for her life’s crimson fuel. Seeking to fill their guts with a small gift of her life sustaining liquid. Boodica let lose a soft blow of hot air from her contracted lungs. Her scent would be on the air like the sickening odor of carrion, filling the paper-thins of seeking stallions and mares alike. Processing the same thought into their minds, the thought of death…for that was Boodica. Approach her if you dare, claim her only if you wish for a true nightmare. Look past the seductive façade to the true demoness that haunts the dark lifeless visuals of this blood stained form. Because that is what you will get...

[~*Lone_Filly*~]

[Not much time to do this post.. So its pretty bad!! Sorry! ]

A dark stag tripped over a rotten branch, it lay in his path.
He hadn't been watching where he had been going, his thoughts were elsewhere.

The creppy look was in his eyes, the one, that made others so afraid of him.
The one, that had made him kill from when he was months old, when he had killed just for his survival.

The dark bay steadied himself.
Trees' branches scratched his back, as he tottered along.
Blood.. It will be so joyful.. To see their blood.. When the crocs' get them.. Maybe.. Others will be joyful too? Maybe.. Maybe so.. He thought to himself.

Hades, the god of the underworld and death, was planted in his soul.
Hades' spirit lived in him.
This stallion, had a never ending thirst, for blood, of his own and others.

His dark orbs saw the vixen, in his crossing, and slowly walked towards her.
'Hello... My name is Deadly Sin.. Might I be able to know your name? Vixen? It seems, you might be able for a position as my lead, if you wish of it' He said quietly.

His breathing was slow and heavy.
His voice was rough.
His shook his head, and flicked his tail.

[Aniya]

It never seemed to take long for one who thought they were worthy to approach, it had happened before. Paper-thins took in the titan’s musky scent, the signature of his terra swirled around the blood-tinted minx. Lifeless visionaries shifted within their sockets to rest Boodica’s line of sight upon the stag. Uttering no sound as long muscled columns began to carry her slender well sculpted physique in a tight circle around Deadly Sin. Raven chains slashed out at her flanks, catching the whip like tips across the stallion’s rump as she passed. Once satisfied with his outward appearance the harlot extended her velvet out towards his muzzle, taking in his scent slowly. Processing it’s many tell tales through her complex dream box, her mind sucking ever smidge of information from this small sample. Blowing a lung full of hot vapor against his sniffer before squealing softly and rocking back onto her hind limbs. Thrashing her beautifully crafted skull violently before becoming deathly still, left front support clawed at the earth before her as the snowy lace of her lamps flashed dangerously. Once calming herself back to her normal disposition…it seemed at times that Boodica was haunted. The spirits of evil beings flooded her mind, causing her to react in a violent manner. Perhaps that was what cause the death of both of her foals, their small bodies broken by their own mother.

Still ignoring his offer as well as his question, no position would be accepted if the giver of such was unworthy. Sliding her bodice up against his as she began her small tests. His manners towards her would have to count and be processed as well. Hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with the sahib, Boodica dropped her elegantly gorgeous dial quickly, sharp ivories biting into his flesh letting a small stream of his blood trickle down his appendi. This to would count in her small check list of things that had to be just so…housing the possessed was quite a job. Satisfied at the moment with the performance that he had given to her, vocals relaxed as labrums parted to expel her curse to his twin towers.

“Boodica. Position matters not…only your ability to handle one such as myself. Though it does hold promise.”

Vocals not unpleasant to the listener, quite contrasting however. Dark and evil yet lyrics were soft and harmonious, as different as noon is to midnight. Though laced through the simple words as well as her name there was Boodica’s venom…for him to play over. If he could handle her, she would accept. A position such as lead could bring her much joy, though Boodica’s idea of joy was the pain and suffering of others. Pain caused her ecstasy, like drugs to an addict.

“Why would I choose you? Besides I feel the evil coursing through your vein…it speaks to me. Excites my own demons. “

Little more than a hushed whisper escaped her moving velvets as lifeless opticals searched over his carcass once more. The same deep bloody color seemed across his construction that also painted Boodica, Nigrescent colored diagnostics lay comfortably against raven dreads that covered a slender flexible nape, waiting for his answer.

[blackie]

ooc| - is interested in posting since Inco and Boodica have already met -

Intentions probably won't be to claim since being Lead is probably more enticing than common mare, but at least a hello

[~*Lone_Filly*~]

Deadly Sin

Bloodthirsty..

[you]"Handle you? I think, I could do that, very well.. Boodica, come and live with me, and I shall do, whatever, you wish of.." His lyrics echoed, wandering towards the vixen.

"Dont you.. Just love to see the blood, when your loved ones, and enemies fall at your feet? Just love, when they do whatever you wish of, whenever you want? Dont you just want to be the most feared in all of the world??" He cried to her, taunting her to come with him, he could make that happen..

His demonic skull, reaching towards her.
His cord writhing behind him slowly.
He pulled his skull back at the last minute, cocking it slightly, he watched her.[/size][/you][/b]

[blackie]

It could not be said that the Hessian was haunted by the fatale which he had met earlier. A haunting was a terrible thing which none could produce for this bastard. However, her image was stitched to the fabric of his brain and the encounter was an omnipresent memory. Although the fae seemed persistent in continuing her journey at the time, the presence she had left with him was refusing to leave. It was not lust or some sort of charm; she held nothing over his head for blackmail. Perhaps it was just ‘that mare’ that got away. No matter how troubling he perceived her to be, his interest in her would not recede. His wanderings did not coincidentally bring them back together, and he did not try to find the mare after they had departed. His thoughts just mingled with an unknown awareness of the mare, which he knew only as Boodica.

These meadows were not a favored place, but they were apart of his regular agenda. He had only four mares – 3, he thought, since Misty seemed to have disappeared. That was a small herd, and with no foals on the way with this drought, he had no insurance. It was peculiar how these extreme conditions were upon the land, yet still horses were coming to claim land, find homes and cause trouble. He didn’t understand it, but assumed if there was an even worse drought in other areas then maybe they didn’t have it so bad. There was no knowing this unless he himself figured this out since very few outsiders spoke of their pasts and other places. The bastard he been many places, some he may have considered extreme regions, but it was usually common in such places.

When he stepped into the meadow, he was not aware of the mare being here because he saw her in the distance, or had a sixth sense which alerted him. No, it was her scent that suddenly came upon him like a devil and overtook him with true aggression and desire. He snorted forcefully, mind briefly clouded as new thoughts collided with old thoughts, colliding with what he was trying to do presently. Aerial sensors pricked forward, the patron wandered the meadows with very little interest in anything except seeking the mare out. Obviously she wanted a herd or else she wouldn’t be here. All the mares here were already being courted anyways and Incognito was not interested in fighting with anyone now – be a waste of time. Yet as he became informed that he was close to Boodica, the smell of a stallion entered passageways. He should have known that someone would already be there to greet the mare, and no doubt enticing her with god knows what.

Incognito came upon both equines in time to hear everything being said between them. Grimace was upon labrums, obviously displeased. With this brute offering her Lead rank there was no doubt in his mind where Boodica would go, even though he found the brute’s pointless rambling kind of... well, pointless. He was still flustered from earlier however, all the stupid quarrels between his mares so he ignored most of what was being said by either as he cried out his presence with a husky bugle. Caudal appendage was hung high upon his posterior, elegantly caressing his hindquarters as he approached the mare and stallion. Ebon cadaver glistened with the suns got rays but he did not notice. No, he was drawn between defense and eagerness, pleased to see Boodica but naturally aggressive with the presence of another stallion.

Boodica, we meet again.

Tenor was deep but filled with certain acidity to it as he stopped before them both. Dial tipped slightly in acknowledgement of the brute, though with nothing more did he reveal he was their.

I’d offer you a home as well, for my handling skills are quite polished… He spoke sarcastically, not intending to insult the mare with such a reference but perhaps only mock her other suitor. But being a Leader is much more enticing than just a mare in my herd.

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[Aniya]

Even as the possessed czar spoke to her, the scent upon the midnight breeze caught her attention. Paper-thins flared to take in the deep musky scent…images of the past flashed through her dream box. Ebon form standing in her path, his handsomeness catching her attention though not able to distract her from her quest. Only mere moments passed between them and even fewer words, though the demoness had thought of him as well. Though Boodica would never admit to such things. Twisting her regal cranium towards the direction of the on coming breeze, it’s slight temperature difference brushing ebonite dreads from her lifeless view. Sin had become an after thought as Incognito appeared through the dark foggy night. Just as he had appeared the last time they had crossed paths, only this time she would not ignore him and try to push him aside.

Appendages pulled the bloody bytch away from the other stag and a few inches towards Inco, letting herself become still between the two. Plume swishing slightly, the only movement happening upon the vixen’s slender frame. A smirk curling her kissers slightly before her lyric’s fell from her maw.

“Incognito.”

Hushed voice as normal, never to loud. If you were truly a strong enough presence your tone didn’t have to be loud. They would listen when you spoke, as most did with this wicked dove. Dipping her delicate dome slightly in a small respectful show of acknowledgement to the titan, extending her velvety muzzle out towards him. Taking in a deep breath, his musk mixing with the thick night air as it traveled through her paper-thins. Causing thoughts and memories to tumble together in her brain fibers, filling her with an annoying fluttering feeling. Stomping a razor sharp knife into the soft earth, aggravation at her free feeling emotions that she couldn’t control.

“Position is only what you make of it…Being lead is only useful if you’ve the want for It.”

Twisting her mahogany cerebrum to look back at Deadly Sin, still not done with him either. He had promise, though she doubted his ability to keep one such as herself. Death wasn’t something that she loved as he seemed to, wickedness was just her way of existence.

[~*Lone_Filly*~]

Deadly Sin stared at Incognito, almost annoyed at his presence, but ot was somewhat enjoyable too.
He snapped his chops, and looked at the two.
He backed away a step, turning, he flicked his whip across to Incognito.

His dark eyes, glared at him, figuring they had had a past.
He remained silent, listening to their talk.
He turned again, so they were in place of a triangle.

[blackie]

Boodica’s awareness of his encroachment was poorly received, though not entirely to the Hessians disadvantage. Although misunderstanding her attentiveness to be inadequately hidden curiosity, he at least could distinguish that she had not been rejecting his advances. Very little thought was taken to the unease he may have caused the other stallion as his concentration remained conscientiously upon the jezebel. Flesh tingled as she moved minutely closer to his masculine frame, nigrescent valves flaring widely as if to exhale his acceptance of her. Aerial sensors twitched involuntarily in recognition of his name, addressed specifically and almost intimately by Boodica. Her hushed tones rang loud within his thoughts and bounced around his skull uncontrollably. They were taken in with no irritation, suddenly finding that he was calmed by the presence of the mare. He harbored no knowledge as to why, believing it simply to be that he was not within the grips of his harem and wraith of his mares, but instead, resided within the presence of a fatale he felt comfortable around. Rarely did he feel threatened by other studs and this brute was no different, still proffering him very little acknowledgement of even being apart of the group. Muscular curvature rippled with sinews as dial rotated to look upon the mare. Nodding, muzzle briefly touched her own and exhaled upon the soft plush of her nose and lips. This was a momentary action for he was unwilling to relieve his defensive posture; regardless of how he did or didn’t feel with Boodica’s other suitor being here. A smile slowly etched itself upon once tightened labrums at her retort to his comment, finding it well suited to his desires though probably not to the opposing stallions. If he cared however, then perhaps Incognito would feel some remorse and offer the stallion and apologetic look. Selfishly concern with his own desires and instincts, and naturally indifferent towards the emotions of other males, there was only that mocking smile.

The agitation which suddenly unveiled itself upon the other brute’s features was responded to mildly. Single auditory inclined to the apex of his skull, dial tilting in towards his gullet in protection. Other than these two reactions there was nothing more done with the brute’s meager smack to his rump by tassels disregarded as if it were a dismal and minute pest of the season. There was no returned glare but instead, a blank look, disregarding the brute as a spectator instead of a suitor. Incognito could discover no reason to get flustered over any of this, and so his demeanor remained passive yet authoritative.

Well Boodica, as I said, just a common mare. You decide your own power in my herd with only a few regards to others ranking.

He spoke just as softly, though not as hushed as the mare. Gaze lazily drifted to the stallion in anticipation of a reaction. Muscles flexed beneath his ebon tapestry, noticing the triangle they were now in. Somehow his attention seemed ever present upon Boodica, skillful in allowing mares to feel important while still fulfilling his duties as a stallion – protecting them and defending himself.

Then again, I’ve never known a mare to decline the offer of being lead.

This time he spoke to the stallion, for the first time truly addressing him as he nodded in a weak gesture of commentary on the brutes part.

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[Aniya]

The breeze began to pick up, it’s heat nearly smothering even in the open. Silky mahogany pelt glimmered in the slight moonlight. Thoughts dancing within her beautiful noggin, lightless orbs flashing between the two stags. Each were handsome in their own right, powerful and able to keep her entertained as well as contained. Switching her long ebon pelt against her muscular hind legs before stepping back a step to turn her attention upon Deadly Sin, impressed with his darkness and his blood lust but something about Incognito just impressed her much more. He was the reason she was in this pathetic land to begin with…and if the time came that she became bored with her decision she would simply disappear into the night and find a new existence.

“Deadly Sin, I do hate to turn you down…but sometimes I do strange things.”

Form moving beside the large onyx bronco, letting her physique slightly brush his shoulder as she came to rest within his space. Giving him, her freedom. Knowing that she would simple be another mare…however that suited her completely. No one to bow to or so she knew of, if there was she would battle them for their position. As mares had been doing for thousands of years. Only the strong survive and Boodica was that mare. To fight for what she wanted, and position gave her offspring, if there were to be any, the best chance at survival.

“I give you my freedom. Lead the way…”

Voice hushed as usual, keeping her lyrics for her stallion only. Flashing orbs glanced to the loosing stallion, no pity. Today was simply not his day, perhaps if she and Inco hadn’t met a while back. However their pasts were set and now their futures would be as well.

[blackie]

Nigrescent valves flared with the sudden updraft, seeking the advantage in scenting his surroundings by inhaling deeply to take in scent particles before exhaling exaggeratedly to flush the scents out. Everything still seemed right just as it had been before, though he never considered before to be right in the first place – just better than where he had been, what he had experienced. This thought was not to disgrace his mares or pity himself, but he was not exactly looking forward to returning to his herd. Truly his mood would be further improved if he departed with Boodica at his side, finding her to be more and more comforting though perhaps somehow sensing her secretive likeness to him; he didn’t acknowledge it, though. When the fatale looked upon Deadly Sin, her gaze just as critical as ever, the patron found himself waiting to hear bad news. Her reply came swiftly and without stutter, confident as she spoke and denied Deadly Sin her ‘freedom’ as Boodica called it. A different presence suddenly came upon Incognito, suddenly taking a more defensive posture in case the stallion got angry. The touch of the mares flesh to his own merely allowed his adrenaline to pump more, dial tilting ever so slightly to nip her upon the shoulder in claim – gaze never leaving the other stud.

When no retort was made by the brute, Incognito nodded acceptingly to Boodica before turning and heading for the mountains – cadaver intentionally shielding the mare, never straying from his awareness of Deadly Sin until they were gone.


ooc| I'm making a post at the herd for you, as well as one at the plateau after his little herd battle... eventually.

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