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Gentle rolling hills covered in a cape of worn dead grass swept across the landscape, occasional lines of eerie pines rising tall and scraping at the sky with arms clothed in layers of darkened needles that fluttered in the slightest breeze. Bright blue sky shone brilliantly down, casting shades of light over the land and adding reflections to things that normally weren't reflective. Clouds like that in cartoons, puffy and large, swelling like they're about to burst yet looking as soft and comfortable as cotton candy swarmed in the atmosphere above. The winds were a comfortable gust, not too hard but just right, the sort that would catch one's locks and toy with them in the air before releasing and letting the silky strands slide back down and through their fingers once more.

Petite hooves danced lithely over the emerald blades, their pink surface skimming gently and lifting once more at such a quick pace it would seem one was flying and never once touching the ground. Muscles rolled smoothly down slim and slender white legs, nostrils flared large enough to show a bit of pink flesh, delicate ears pricked forth and swiveling alertly. Lengthy locks danced on ends, a mixture of whites and browns, dancing with the slender fingers of the wind that teased each strand so freely. Brown splashed over the petite white build, creating smooth spots that blended seamlessly with the pelt. Rounded haunches fell into a cascading tail that dragged the ground a few feet, dirtied at the end from the particles that clung. Neck arched, with a dished Arabic skull poised toward a white chest, muzzle pointed to the hells, two icy blue eyes peering out beneath a rolling white forelock.

The general appearance was, without a doubt, one who would be thought of as a light, but appearances are deceiving. The act of playing the unknown and one who was hiding something was over and long gone, part of my past. A slight snort escaped my muzzle; one thing was for sure, my painted and scarless hide to the liquid grace of my limbs would never change, and I guess I'm okay with that. After all, it's who I am. But the personality, very bitter to those who aren't expecting it. One would seem to think that I was gentle and friendly, the perfect mare to add to a collection, until I let my voice show through. Hey, even my name's misleading. Those who are well trained enough could easily pick up on the dead giveaways of one who was a murderer in my past. Those who could would be able to handle me, those who couldn't...

Let's just say they wouldn't be lucky. One should be well trained in life not to make foolish mistakes, to misjudge, jump without looking, answer without thinking it. Everything has consequences. Everything has chances. To live, you must be willing to take chances, but wise enough to accept consequences and prepare for them. For a light stallion to approach me and attempt at small talk would have consequences not yet known to even myself, it all depends on the situation. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of my plush muzzle, movements ceasing in the middle of a clearing. Yes. Consequences. So, all that seems to be left is to wait and see what it is, and who it is that decides to cross my path, set foot in my life, and ultimately change the course of theirs in the process.

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decided I didn't want her in the claiming lands... she's much more likely to intrude than go there =P

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Halloween

[shadow=red,left,300]Boys and girls of every age
wouldn't you like to see something strange
Come with us and you will see,
this our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween,
pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,
trick or treat till the neighbours come and die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream,
in this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed,
teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween[/shadow]


Gris irons carried heavily hardly lifting themselves from the land their scorn carved into it as he walked as he returned from a scouting gone failure, apparently stature didn't impress mares anymore.
He puffed up and lifted his head he would be stubborn and really fight for it and it was only a matter of time before they gave in or at least until he gained mares through other incriminating methods besides all was not lost it appears that he got through a bit with some of them.

Shire stallion stepped forth his irons digging into the ground in his mind making the earth feel pain which gave him smug satisfaction if only the earth could bleed or shriek that would make it all the more sweeter and even so his smugness was bittersweet as winds carried to him the scent of a mare 'Oh how ironic.' he thought as he heard the crunch of leaves underneath his feet,
twin harks swiveled listening there came no sound of greet nor challenge how interesting she seemed to know what she came for.

[shadow=red,left,300]In this town we call home,
everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now,
everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, then,
hiding in the trash cans,
something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll..
Scream, this is Halloween,
red and black and slimy green,
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine,
say it once, say it twice,
take a chance and roll the dice,
ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream,
in our town or Halloween
I am the clown with the tear-away face,
here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the who when you call "Who's there?",
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween[/shadow]

Husk carcass was dragged by stones deeper into hims territory surrounded and encased by crimson tipped feathers while ambers searched for the what would be intruder that now paced upon his deadened lands haunted by fear of the imagination as it could be so very quiet therefore so very haunting, thick pumping pillars took him up a hill to view from a vantage point his dial lowering then rising before speech checking the mare out a mutt of sorts that she was by appearance anyways his ebony maw ''How may I serve the who crosses the boundary?'' a smirk was plastered firmly on his maw as he watched her.

[shadow=red,left,300]Tender lumplings everywhere,
life's no fun without a good scare,
that's our job but we're not mean
in our town of Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now,
everyone's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
and scream like a banshee,
make you jump out of your skin!
This is Halloween, everybody scream,
won't you please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
everyone hail to the pumpkin king
Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la la la la[/shadow]

She could take his words in many ways metaphorically but thats why he's a dark he was cunning and sly what else would you expect from the Duke Of Darkness? Ebony banner with crimson dipped ends flicked gently as he waited ''Well?'' he asked with a brow arched then a shake of his tangled ebony and crimson mane, he stayed calm tones unwavering and unaggressive as this was a mare there might not be much to worry about but then again maybe there was but until he saw a reason to be he wouldn't be.

His weight shifted uneasily from one side to the other 'What's you game deary?' he thought as many question flew around in his head only a few being recognized the most such as 'What's your intent?' he sighed then thought 'I guess I play your game to find out.'[/center][/size]

occ:Ah, I see. Like the new touches I did?

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DreamWeaver

My head tilted slightly, taking in the view of the demon standing before me. He was the typical dark, as best described. One who looked tough, strong, and intimidating. But I knew the type. Deep down inside, there was a lover boy waiting to come out, to be comforted in private and loved by that one special someone. Of course, they all tried to deny it, tried to make themselves seem immune to love... but that's simply too weak. No one's immune to love, it's a strength, an asset, a power. At least it was for me. Ever try to get between a mother and her foal? That mother would go to the ends of the earth to protect that little thing, and she would rather die protecting it than see it fall. Love. Even dark mares feel it, and yes, dark stallion's aren't excluded from the elements of life.

How may I serve the who crosses the boundary? His voice rang through my mind, as I dissected, rearranged, altered and manipulated the tones, seeking out every possible way they could be taken, and which way would be in my best advantage to use. That smirk on his muzzle told it all. He was enjoying this, or knew he shortly would be. I couldn't help but smirk back, as I circled the stallion and pressed my little Arabic body against his. It wasn't always the wisest move, as some stallions had a tendency to bite me or lash out... but it always was fun. I circled once completely, and once in front of him again, pivoted harshly on my hinds so I would be face to face with him. Not eye level, of course, I'm rather short. You can start by wiping that smirk off your face. I replied, my voice so gentle and sweet that you'd expect me to be a light. I love vocal chords, you can alter them in any way you want.

My gaze shifted to his charcoal hued tail. It almost looked as though it were dipped into a fire, with the red tips and all. My gaze slowly drifted back to his eyes, my own filled with an innocence I could feel deep down inside me... and that I knew was one hundred percent fake. I'll answer that with another question, darling. How may I be of assistance to you? He could take that any way he wanted it to, until, of course, I add the last part. I mean, I've already planned how your death will go. But what about the procession? The innocence was still in my voice, and not a threat throughout my body. I kept myself relaxed, yet alert to his reaction. Not many had taken to that kindly when I'd used it, in fact, I've been run off and had to fight a few times because of it. Too bad they didn't know I wasn't serious... and that I was testing them... because they always failed that simple test by their reaction. Reactions are, after all, everything.

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She smirked back then circled him analyzing his muscly ebony and crimson exterior to find perhaps the interior or a weakness, she rubbed against him as she passed his ivories ached with longing longing to sink themselves in her petite flesh to tear and rip to bleed and let his sadistic pleasure flow freely it was never a good thing to tease him but she seemed to recoil untrusting then the snappy lyrics that followed 'You can start by wiping that smirk off your face' as she faced him two hand shorter that somewhat amused him but not in a bad way being shorter and never relenting or slowing down it intrigued him as he replied in creepy tones "What? Don't like it?" they never wavered he looked directly into her pools.

He did a commentary in his own mind as she veiwed him again 'Venomly sweet lyrics, im surprised she hasn't really started on me yet. A test with a test how trivial.' he rubbed his maw on the side of his boa then turned back to her.
Harsh venom dipped words followed once more echoing into his harks 'I'll answer your question with another question, darling. How may I be of assistance to you?' then more deadly lyrics followed basically saying that she had his death planned out he chuckled maliciously then stopped before deep tones followed "And to be killed by you would pleasure me in hell." in a flirtatious way. He answered her first statement "A name would make me happy." then began his own assesment of her arabic exterior she had icy blues staring back at him pink looking irons and her colorings looked mostly pure and solid as he rounded he ran his maw down her the side of her barrel she was not just a play thing she was like a play thing that played back.[/center][/size]

occ:I've never had a sadistic charrie before well other than Lust and Devastation but they're females.