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Post by Kristen on Oct 27, 2014 12:42:37 GMT -6
The large black stallion walked through the forest, slinking between the trees as he headed forward. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, but it wasn't like the envious stag ever had a true destination. He just traveled where his black stones took him, and it had been quite a destination so far. The things he had seen and done so far, and he had so many more things ahead of him as well. He was thinking about finding himself another mare to torment and torture, after Fal it just seemed like he needed that in his life again. When he had stumbled upon Fal he needed something to make him feel evil again, since he softened up after Pixie, and she had done just the trick. The little smart mouthed mare wanted to make fun of him, start taunting him, but he was the one who got the last laugh. Though she had put up a good fight, Fear had finally managed to forcebreed the mare and get exactly what he wanted. That evil side of him back, and now he felt like doing it again. Maybe not the breeding part, but at least messing with another horse that was weaker than him. Fear called out, trying to make his whiny sound inviting, as his cold blue eyes scanned the forest surroundings. He doubted luck would bring him another mare to mess with, but the brute could hope. His mind kept on wandering back to Fal, the pregnant red roan mare, and he hoped that memory stuck with the mare. She shouldn't have had such a mouth, she shouldn't taunt horses that she didn't know. An evil little grin pulled up the corner of his lips, well now she was stuck with his foal. For a brief second his mind centered around the thoughts of his foal, but he really didn't bother himself with the thought of that for too long. He never really wanted a foal, he didn't want to actually care for anything, so at least he could carry on his bloodlines without the work. It made sense, and it would make more sense to do again. A cold chuckle bubbled from his lips, maybe that would be his whole plan now. Who needed love and mates when you could just...make them carry the baby and leave?
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Post by Fig on Oct 27, 2014 17:32:28 GMT -6
you bring out the beast in me The average, bay mare staggers about the bases of trees, malformed hooves catching themselves on stray roots and overturned rocks. For the second time, Ariado wanders alone after having lost her traveling campanions, not to death but to amnesia. Even now, as she tries to recall the last's name and face, she can't. Asira is as well as dead to her now as well. It's rather frustrating, poking around your own memories to find them missing, but the envious mare doesn't dwell.
Ari watches absently from her sole eye for other signs of life, a pounding tension resonating in her head, which she bobs up and down unceasingly, mane flicking over her thin neck, right and left. As the smell of pine thickens in her nostrils, she clamps her teeth together with a loud clack, holding her breath in attempt to oust the smell from her sinuses - the pain in her head only intensifies. Huffing in annoyance, Ari moves forward in her awkward, uneasy gait, blind to her entire left side.
For the longest time, the mare scents nothing more than coniferous tree seeds and foresty air, but after nearly a mile of trekking she comes across a scent at last. It's not what she'd been looking for (what had she been looking for?) but Ari figures what more is there to do besides face the music, or in this case, the nameless stag whose musky scent is giving her a headache. Perhaps it's nostalgia, deja vu, or some other obscure reason, but the air smells familiar, even though she knows for a fact she's never been here before.
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Post by Kristen on Oct 28, 2014 15:52:02 GMT -6
There's nothing to fear, but Fear Itself
Fear was beginning to think that there were no other horses around, as nothing called back to him and no figures ever appeared. He must have been in a pretty unpopulated area, which meant a bad place for him to meet more mares. Maybe he should have stayed with the beautiful Fal, kept her company for a while. He knew she loved it, and then he would also be able to see his creation grow inside her. He laughed softly, maybe he should have stuck around for just a bit longer. The dark and twisted thoughts were soon cut off when a scent hit his nostrils, stopping in his tracks to suck in the smell even more. “Ah…a mare,” He commented gently to himself a deep and sinister tone. He wondered what he could do with this one, what kind of fun he could stir up for himself. He chuckled lightly to himself before trotting off in the horse’s direction. The scent was faint but easy enough to find, a small smile creepy up on his dark face when he saw her. She was a skinny little bay mare, but a mare was a mare and they were still fun to mess with. Though she seemed like an envious, and that wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but she would be fine. You couldn’t get under the skin and upset an envious horse as much as you could a pure or neutral, but it would still be a fun time. “Well hello there…what are you doing out here all by your little lonesome?” Fear asked in a cool tone, circling the mare once before stopping in front of her. His icy blue eyes stared deeply into her, waiting for her words and reactions. He doubted the mare would be very scared of him now, but even just a little chat with her before he moved on his way was better than nothing. And maybe something would come of their visit together, the world was filled with endless possibilities after all. ¶ words -- 339 | notes -- Fear is feeling frsiky. Watch out. haha
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Post by Fig on Nov 1, 2014 14:25:04 GMT -6
you bring out the beast in me Ariado began stopping every so often, realizing suddenly a dull pain in her hooves. Had that been there before? Her feet had never been clean cut, but even now they were beginning to split dangerously up the center. Dropping her head to the forest floor, she inspects her nails momentarily, curiously as they creak every few steps. She flips her head rightside again, skull continuing to swing just slightly up and down to an unhead tune. The tension in her head hadn't decreased any.
With a flare of her nostrils, she realized she could smell nothing more than the potent pine trees that litter the forest. It only came to her attention, truthfully, as a sleek black stallion slunk between the tree trunks, looking positively envious. Surprised, Ari let out a loud snort, throwing her head once for good measure before she began grinding her teeth.
The envious' voice was cool and calculating, and even as she wasn't so affected by it, it send pleasant shivers up her spine. Ari snaps her teeth together in a grin to rival his, head tipped just left so she could get a better image of the new stallion with her only remaining eye. The envious' eyes, however, were a hypnotizing blue that only furthered his dark appearance.
"I assure you, nothing worthwhile," she answered simply in return as he circled her. She did her best to follow his path, but lost sight of him on her right side what with her missing eye. It was enough to set her on edge to strike.
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Post by Kristen on Nov 6, 2014 17:33:30 GMT -6
There's nothing to fear, but Fear Itself
Fear laughed softly at her, a little mare with only one eye; how did she even last out here this long? Of course it was clear she was an envious mare, but it still surprised him quite a bit. She wasn’t nearly as banged up and she wasn’t pregnant, so she must be doing something wrong. The large black stallion noticed when he was on her right side she was a little uneasy, and he reached out and nipped her playfully before hurrying back. “Calm down my dear, I wouldn’t do anything to harm you. I’m just travelling along my way, just like you. I don’t want to cause you any harm…” He spoke to her, his voice a spooky kind of calm and soothing. He didn’t know if that was a promise he could actually keep though, because he didn’t know what he really planned on doing. He didn’t think he was going to hurt her, he probably wouldn’t even breed her, but he could just bother her and get under her skin. “Where are you travelling to? Where are you travelling from?” He asked her pleasantly, standing back in front of her as he looked down at her. Fear could definitely tell she was an envious mare, and he wondered how she had lost her eye and why she was alone. A one eyed mare he figured would be best in an envious herd instead of roaming what could be dangerous lands, but it was her choice. He wasn’t good with herds, he would never join one. He didn’t like others being in charge of him, so he would stick to the loner lands and terrorizing whoever he might find out here. Like this mare. “What your name Darling? My name is Fear, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” ¶ words -- 301 | notes -- Fear wants to play
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Post by Fig on Nov 13, 2014 16:26:08 GMT -6
you bring out the beast in me Ariado clenched her teeth painfully tight together, grinning at the back stallion with equal parts curiosity and confusion. He seemed to be focusing very intently on solely calming her down, which was quite ridiculous in context. It wasn't often that she became flustered, and she knew this wouldn't be one of those times. Even still, as he lunged forward and nipped at his blind side, she squealed violently in stark objection, tail whipping around her sides with audible cracks. The bay mare snorted, loud and long, ears to her skull as she skirted an angry step forward. She could handle inappropriate, prying words, but it was clear her stance on physical altercations.
Ari was well known for being dismissive and even loopy at times, however that wasn't the case as of late. She'd entered a few short bouts of lucidity in the recent past, but this stretch of complete consciousness was her longest to date. She strikes out a rear hoof at air, affronted, as he tries to placate her with words.
"So many questions," she muses aloud, head tipping left and right as she dares to step forward, taking control of the proximity. She dips her head lower in false submission, her single eye lifted to meet Fear's icy eyes. She smiles darkly, teeth pressed too hard together. Her head lolls to the side as she returns to her full height, but she lingers enough to brush her teeth against his chest, just for a teasing moment. "I'm called Ari, since you're so eager to know, and I have no set destination, but I suppose I've been out here a long while already..." Ari takes a moment to think, and thinks nothing when she cannot recall where she'd been. A gap in her memory that's always been, she supposes.
"I might be so inclined to ask you the same?"
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Post by Kristen on Nov 19, 2014 22:08:22 GMT -6
There's nothing to fear, but Fear Itself
Fear watched her easily, it seemed that his words did not bother her much but he could always change that. His touch bothered her a lot though, as he heard her squeal and jump forward. So he found out what she didn’t like, and what he would need to push to piss her off a bit more. He smiled wickedly, maybe he still could have some fun with this envious mare. And it still was breeding season, the end of it, but maybe he could seduce his way to an envious spawn. He still needed one of those after all. “Oh Ari…? What a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” He said with a grin as his blue eyes focused on her. It was time to get to a more sensitive subject, see how much the mare could take before she got angry or she left him. “Where have I been? I’ve been out roaming the lands, chatting with wonderful horses, breeding mares quite like yourself. I’m looking to spread my lines, we need stronger envious out there don’t we?” He said with an evil teasing grin upon his muzzle. With his question he stepped forward, rubbing his body against her and nipping at her rump before he moved away in hopes of not getting kicked. It wouldn’t phase him too much if it happened, but that didn’t mean he was looking for it either. “Have you ever had a foal Ari? Or do you want? I would happily oblige,” He said, a mischievous chuckle spilling from his lips as his blue eyes watched her. He wondered what her reaction would be, what exactly he would say to her or if she would just say nothing and run away. Or maybe she was a fighter, he would like a good fight before breeding her. Or maybe he wouldn’t do that after all, and just let her go. But testosterone was painting a much eviler plan in his head; he wanted her. ¶ words -- 33 | notes -- Fear wants him some Air Tag -- Fig,
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Post by Fig on Nov 20, 2014 16:12:36 GMT -6
you bring out the beast in me Ari watched the black stag as he rambled off his charming words, painting her a picture of the type of stallion he was. She suspected he was one of the kind that forcebred mares, but this was confirmation. She had briefly forgotten why she'd loathed stallions so intensely, but Fear easily reminded her of her hatred of them. She watched him skeptically, the words sadistic twisted slimy coming to mind. She snorted violently at him as he spoke of spreading his lines, clearly offended by the assumption. However, no words got through to her so severely as the mentioning of foals. It should have been nothing to her, but even with that expectation she could feel her blood pounding staccato beats in her ears, her temperature rising to boil over. She was struck by the power of it all, unsure as to why she was so enraged by his teasing words. She didn't want a foal, didn't want one at all. Lost in her memories was the image of her late daughter, a darling little seal bay filly not yet grown into her lanky legs. She forgets the foals small voice, her unusually pleasant disposition, her kind tone. Even as a child, the filly wasn't meant to be envious. But all this forgotten in Ari's mind, leaving her furious with no tangible explanation. When Fear nips at her flank, she strikes out with extreme violence and no form of self-preservation. Her hoof catches the stallion's shoulder just briefly, but she doesn't strike again. Angry puffs of hot air burst from her nostrils as her head lowers. "Do not touch me again," she breathes, clacking her teeth together several times without reason. The gap in her memory was fueling her anger, but slowly pulling her back into the state she'd been reverted to when she'd initially lost her foal. She bent her neck sideways at an unnatural angle, teeth snapping together rhythmically, the image of it al unnerving.
"I will not be fooled with by the likes of you," she hissed, words slurring, "Please find yourself a pretty little mare elsewhere, because I would sooner die than have another foal!" Ari surprises herself at her own use of 'another' but doesn't question it; it feels right. Kristen Notes: ari is a drama queen. fear is psyching her out. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Kristen on Nov 30, 2014 0:09:28 GMT -6
There's nothing to fear, but Fear Itself
Fear couldn’t help but laugh and enjoy the moment, even if the mare did manage to clip his shoulder with her hoof. It didn’t hurt too much, and he just wanted the angry mare even more. Why did he want her? Because she seemed to absolutely hate it, more than Fal had, and that made him so happy. This was the mare he was looking for, the crazy mare with one eye. She would make a great carrier for his future foal, though technically any mare could. He was just…in the mood. Literally. He wanted anything at this point, even this crazy little number. “Oh dear, dear Ari its clear something is deeply troubling you, are you sure you do not want my comfort?” The envious stallion lured in a sickeningly sweet tone that would turn the stomach of any pure horse. Oh yes, he was taking this mare and he would make her carry his wonderful foal. He couldn’t wait to claim his prize, and then let the mare get fat with his off spring that would carry on his lines. He just had to wait for the perfect moment, the perfect moment to take this crazy mare and make yet another foal. Before Fal, he had never forcebred or even bred a mare, but now…he liked it. He liked the idea of his little foals growing up and terrorizing others. The legend that was Fear would live on, and that brought him the greatest and sickest of joys. Fear watched her with his blue eyes for a while before he moved quick, like he was practiced, mounting the mare in one fluid movement. “If you move it’ll just hurt more,” He threatened before biting on her withers to keep her from fighting him, his front legs tightening on her barrel so he could keep himself steady while he did his terrible deed to this unfortunate mare. This was his moment, this was the start of another Fear legend. Quickly and forcefully he started to breed the mare, not caring his she felt pain or discomfort, because he was enjoying the moment on top of her. His teeth stayed latched to Ari’s withers as he made his foal, causing a bit of blood to arise from the bite. That just made it even better, not only would he leave her with a foal but he would leave her with a mark as well. Perfect. Finally the stallion was done with his fun and she was filled with a piece of him that would soon bring about a new life, and he let go of her withers before he quickly dismounted the mare and backed away from her striking zone. “Oh Ari…sweetheart, I hope you have fun caring and raising my little one. And I hope that one day I’ll run into you again and see what came of what I just made. Take care beautiful, I’ll miss your sweet insides. You were wonderful,” He said with a wicked little grin and a chilling laugh before he started off along on his way. He felt great, high on life and the things he had done the last few months. Breeding Fal and now Ari, things were going right for him. He hoped, in the future, he would be able to see the little ones who came from him but if not it wouldn’t kill him either. Either way, it was done and he couldn’t be happier with the deeds that were finished lately. And he couldn’t wait till next breeding season, when he was sure he would run into even more unfortunate little mares that could carry on his genes to the next generation. ¶ words -- 614 | notes -- and foal #2 is made | tags -- Fig
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Post by Fig on Nov 30, 2014 16:51:55 GMT -6
you bring out the beast in me Ari's vision swims in and out of focus, movements growing sluggish and robotic. Time begins to pass oddly in her sense of the moment, split seconds feeling like hours and minutes passing within moments. A rhythmic snapping of her teeth begins, incisors biting through air and colliding with loud cracks. She recognizes that Fear is speaking, acknowledges his slimy tone of voice and realizes his intentions too late. Whether it's a quick movement or one that takes several minutes, when she feels the sudden press of weight on her flank she reacts with immediate violence.
The bay mare twists and convulses in every direction, a primal attempt to get away rising in her mind. It does nothing to shake off the stallion from her back, not as his teeth puncture the skin of her withers and his forelegs wrap painfully tight around her ribcage. When she feels herself being penetrated is when her legs shudder under the sudden pressure, struggling to support her own body as well as Fear's. She doesn't feel the drip of blood coursing down her shoulder or the ache of creaking bones in her knees, only the sharp and intense pressure at her backside.
It's a familiar pain that she immediately rejects, her tail swatting violently about her flank and successfully hitting the stallion time and time again. It's all she can do until he dismounts, her muscles giving and contracting on instinct. If she were completely lucid she wouldn't have had the energy to move, but with a sudden wave of feral mind coming over her, Ari lunges at Fear's retreating figure, unfeeling of her own pain. She manages to snag skin at his flank between her teeth for but a moment, blood drawn to the surface.
It's all she can do to retaliate, completely aware of the severity of her situation. She's not pregnant, not yet anyways. In a futile attempt to reverse time, she purposefully drops down violently on her own stomach, as if she thought a foal already dwelt there. It does nothing but squeeze her intestines and crack a single rib.
The likelihood is high that she will have a foal, whether she likes it or not. Somewhere in the depths of her mind, a memory of her late filly swims, lost and invisible. The past dares repeat itself.
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