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Post by revolver on Dec 15, 2014 20:45:45 GMT -6
Something about the forests drew him, like moths to a flame. Perhaps it was the quiet and the stillness, the shadows that crept upon the ground. In the early hours of the morning, there was a sharp cold in the air, cutting through his thick pelt down to the flesh beneath. Still, he was nothing close to a skeleton; he had insulation further than his fur, and the cold was not even an irritant to his skin. He embraced it, actually; it was crisp and clean, preferable to the muggy heat of the summer. He moved with a dignified fluidity that was mismatched with his form, his muscles evident and sculpted from his neck down to the end of his haunches. His long, black forelock moved with a liquid-like quality with the bounce of his smooth trot, black silk against the dark grullo of his pelt. He moved through the fog that lingered above the ground confidently; he bowed to nothing, hesitated for nothing. Something about his stature gave way to his darkness, a silent animosity that needed no voice, no glare. His was the quiet body that stood quietly, but frightened immensely, like a quiet ghoul in a dark corner watched in silence as you sleep. His icy blue eyes contrasted with the darkness of his smokey silver coat, sharp as blades and unwavering.
He came to stop beneath a willow tree, the dangling branches giving way to his massive body. It was here that he stood quietly, his breathing subdued and calm in his surroundings. He began to ponder on his next move...it seemed that there was a dispute of sorts to the lands that he sought to claim. There was mare residing there already, having preceded his claim with one of her own. It would be no matter; he worried not, unperturbed. There were multiple possibilities: he could kill her outright, but that was rather...boring. Expected, for an envious stallion. There was no flare, no ingenuity in that. He could co-exist with her, if she agreed. He could care less if she gathered herself a herd in the same land, or who she enlisted, or if she ruled as a queen. All he desired was to have a hand in the land, and to gather is own if he so wished. As long as she stayed out of his way, what she did with her part of the land was none of his concern. Or if she refused, he supposed that they would fight for rule. An inconvenience, but he would if he was so required. It was just one more mark on his board of victims, another body laid out onto the floor. Either way, he would have his land, one way or the other. In time, if need be; patience was not an issue to him.
What would he do, then? He supposed the most logical decision would be to begin recruiting horses to stay in his herd. He began to think of the havoc he could wreak in this land...kidnappings, perhaps. What could be gained, from the inhabitants of this land? Power? Secrets? Everyone had their skeletons in the closet, after all. It would be worth his time to begin making his mark on these lands. They were at odds with the pure, were they not? Yet...no one made any sort of move. No one challenged, fought; they existed in peace. How drab, it seemed. Then again, he wasn't one to prejudice based on alliance. If you had something to offer to Shere Khan, he would exploit you for every weakness you possessed, be you envious, pure, neutral...really, you could be anyone. He wanted what benefited him. He was ambitious, you know. He was a planning, conniving sort of brute.
He stood quietly in his thoughts, his dark forelock draping over his blue eyes. The fog swirled at his feet, crawling up this body like wispy tendrils. The overcast clouds gave the forest around him an eerie feel, with him standing like a nightmare that was wordless, soundless, yet with a presence that turned blood to ice and muscles to rock. This was the beginning of his reign, to be sure...the edges of his lips quirked upwards, just slightly. Oh yes, these lands were due for a change.
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Post by Kristen on Dec 16, 2014 11:12:24 GMT -6
I’ll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Karma travelled forward at a slower pace, much slower than she usually would have to travel because she now had a foal at her side. Not the son she had given birth to though, but the filly she had claimed from some unfortunate mare who couldn’t keep an eye on her own offspring. If she would let her blessing wander so far from her side, then she didn’t deserve her. But Karma did, she was a wonderful mother. And those this new filly, who she named Skai, was not her son she was just as perfect. She had felt lost after Doc stripped her colt from her and traveled in a state of depression for quite some time. It was then that she found this beautiful red dun roan filly wandering, and in that moment she knew the filly would be her daughter. “Come on Skai, let’s go,” The envious mare called to her daughter, blue eyes focusing on the young equine. The mare was extremely protective over her, never letting the filly out of her sight and always keeping her close. She was only two months old, and still nursed. Karma had found her shortly after losing the colt so she still produced milk. Skai was too young to even remember a mother before she was kidnapped, it was perfect. She couldn’t even believe she had gotten so lucky, the Human’s God must have been smiling down on her that day she found Skai. She completed Karma, made the mare sane after losing her son. Now her time was dedicated to spoiling Skai and trying to find the next stallion to give her a foal that would take down Doc. Skai of course could not do that, she didn’t even know if she was an envious foal or from pure lines. It didn’t matter to Karma though, she loved her daughter. Once the filly caught up Karma started forward again, blue orbs scanning the forest. She had left Lucifer’s herd a long time ago, needing space from those horses and Doc himself. Too many terrible memories recided there, and now that she had found Skai her plan was to start over. She made sure to push the thoughts back as she pushed on, she was hoping to find shelter for her and her foal tonight. Before she could travel any farther though, her nostrils filled with the foreign scent of a stallion. The chimera mare paused, looking at the helpless filly and not sure what to do. They could turn around now and hope the stallion didn’t smell them, or confront him and then go about their way. With a few moments thought she decided upon the later, looking around before nudging Skai towards a little shelter made by two trees and some rocks. “You stay here little one while I check out who is up ahead. Do not move, and if anyone comes call out for me. I will not be far,” Karma spoke carefully, smiling down at her foal. Skai nodded, “Yes momma,” Was all she answered with, because she wasn’t particulary good at speaking yet. Karma was proud of the words she did speak though, she never ceased being proud of her filly. Kissing the filly’s forehead she turned around and headed off towards the scent, and it wasn’t long before her icey blue eyes landed on that of a large stallion. It was clear by his demeanor that he was an envious stallion, and Karma knew she was right in leaving Skai behind. She never wanted anything to happen to her or Karma might really lose it then. “Well hello hello there handsome...what is an envious stallion like yourself doing out here all alone? Shouldn’t you be terrorizing the pure or killing innocent creatures?” The mare asked as she walked up to him slowly. Her sarcastic voice dripped with feigned curioustity and sweetness, though her mind did wonder about him as she had never seen this stag before. Fear did not rise up in Karma as she watched him though, even envious it wasn’t like he had a reason to kill her and he couldn’t breed her. And even if he did, it would just bring her closer to her goal of taking down Doc. Of course there was always the off chance he would just kill to kill, but she could get away before that happened. “My name is Karma, and who might you be? Must envious talk about each other, especially stallions, but I don’t think I’ve heard anything about you yet. I think a stallion like you would stick out if they talked though, I think I would have remembered you,” She purred, her voice having an icey ring to it as she grinned a bit. She was completely comfortable and confident in front of the stallion as she waited for his answer, wondering what he would do. The flirty, teasing Karma was starting to come back that she thought Doc had stripped from her. She was settling back in to her old self, and she liked it. Now to see what exactly this stallion would say and do, though she hoped it was fun.
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Post by revolver on Dec 16, 2014 21:03:56 GMT -6
A noise in the distance drew the attention of the lone stallion, his ears turning to meet the direction of the sound. It was the voice of a filly, soft and faint, accompanied by the tones of a doting mother. His crown turned slowly, his eyes falling upon two silohuettes etched with blurred lines in the fog. He identified the larger silohuette as the mother, her head pointed towards a nook in the forest. He could not see the small making of a child, leading him to believe that she had hidden the filly. Smart of her, he would concede so much, although he would question the wisdom of bringing such youth into the realms of a forest, where creatures lurked about. Seeing the pair stirred deep within his heart something foreign, covered in dust from the past...it was an unpleasant twinge, and memories of time gone by. Before they could even surface, he snuffed them out promptly...such things were not for him about which to worry. He dismissed them without an afterthought, turning his head away once more to continue with his thoughts of the future, his schemes that he may carry out so soon.
His thoughts were once again interrupted, this time by the padding of footsteps that increased steadily in volume. He turned once more, peering through the bleakness of the fog into the eyes of a mare, halted before him with a boldness. He regarded her silently, his eyes raking over her figure...he observed....he took note. She was a chimera; that was unusual, he thought idly. His own gaze then met her own, his stare unblinking as his pale blue orbs pierced hers. His expression held no lust, no want or sexual longing...it was as if he peered into his soul, unblinking and unyielding. His stare held something haunting, something sinister...but passive, as if it was second nature, not intentional but naturally ghoulish and ominous. He did not have to try to be unsettling; it was his nature, and it was obvious without need for showing out. As her words came, he heard them clearly, but he at first offered no reply. His lips remained in a taut line, his ebony forelock casting shadows over his facade. Moments passed of eerie silence, and slowly, the edges of his lips crept upwards into a sickly saccharine smile, not without a masculine charm but seeping an almost tangible malignance.
"A lion does not waste energy on an insect," he said, his voice a holding a lilted English-like accent, deep and smooth but with a growling undertone. He was not a mindless killing machine; he was far more deadly than that. He was unpredictable. If you expected a left, he took a right, and then circled around to strike you where you were most vulnerable.
He turned fully to the tri-colored mare, facing her directly. He regarded her boldness, and her lack of fear...he did not know whether to praise her bravery, or chastise her foolishness. Perhaps a bit of both. She was a pretty thing to behold, to be sure...but it had been a long while since Shere Khan had fallen victim to the charms of a damsel, and had not happened again since. He was not prone to only a pretty face, for they were a dime a dozen. Common. Not that it would matter is she was of more worth than a trophy to behold. He had all of the natural longings of a stallion, of course, but they were overshadowed by things of greater importance than fooling around with the ladies of the land.
At her statement, he released a quiet chuckle, deep and rumbling from his chest like a black thunder. Her witty banter humored him, yet he could not help but wonder if she would fall into step with every dark mare whose path he ever crossed. Obsessed with blood and death, the lot of them were, but they had no mind, no depth...no direction. They were brainless, puppets to some preconceived notion of darkness, of what it meant to be evil. It was boring, and he wondered if this one would be the same.
"How fortunate they have not, then, Karma," he allowed, his crown dipping down slightly to level his stare with hers, her name falling from his tongue like Everclear, cold but burning, smooth but caustic. "It would not do for my reputation to precede me." He smirked, his white teeth glinting in the dim light of dawn. His voice dipped lower in depth, low and deep like a fiend's threat. "They might come to believe that I was only terrifying." The horses of this land had the fortune of not meeting him, up until this point. Now, this mare had the misfortune of coming across his presence. He had a sharp memory; he did not forget a face, or a name, and this female had just giving him hers, something that one day might prove to be a grave mistake.
It would only be polite to return the favor.
"You have not heard of me because I am new to these lands," he said to her, his gaze intense and deep. "I am Shere Khan."
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Post by Kristen on Dec 22, 2014 10:14:24 GMT -6
I’ll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
Karma watched him with curiosity, she wasn’t sure what to think of this stallion. For a long time she didn’t think he was going to reply as she just stood there in the tangible silence, her blue eyes watching his masculine physique until a smile crept across his lips. It was then that she heard him speak, though the words he spoke did not return the conversation. They were more of a riddle, and the mare was beginning to this this stallion was one of those crazy minded envious horses. Maybe that was why no one talked about him, because he had lost his mind. Once more she thought he was going to just stay quiet, but then her ears pricked as she heard a haunting chuckle leave his lips. Well she wasn’t expecting that, just like the next words that came from his lips. Her blue eyes watched him easily as she listened to the stallion actually return part of her conversation, listening to what he said about his reputation and the other horses talking to him. Most envious stallion wanted nothing more than horses to talk about how terrifying he was, and that confused her a bit. She wouldn’t let that show though as she watched him, trying to figure out just what he was here for and what kind of envious stallion he was. Karma did not falter as she met his gaze, watching him quietly as he said his name. Shere Khan…that even sounded like a powerful name. It fit well with his powerful look. She shook her head though, “It’s a shame you found yourself here then. The envious horses here...let’s just say there are pures more evil than them. They are more interested in breeding then actually being envious. It’s a shame really. They should be wreaking havoc in pure lands and taking some control, but I think a pure could walk right into their herd lands and they wouldn’t do a thing,” She said easily as she thought about Lucifer’s herd. Once upon a time he talked about attacking the pure lands, but it never happened. Just talk, no action. “You probably have more envious traits in one hoof than they have in their whole bodies…that’s why I prefer to be alone. Fake horses are not my thing,” She commented quietly as her blue eyes watched him closely. Most horses were not her things, unless they were stallions who liked her. Well except for Doc, she wanted him to burn and die. But that was why she needed to raise a foal that would end up taking him down and ended his pathetic little life. All in good time, she had to find the right stud of course. Though any large stallion would do find, the envious didn’t have to be born in the foal. She could teach it just fine. Karma wasn’t exactly sure what to think of this stallion, but it was clear he thought highly of his envious deeds. He must have done many terrible things, unless he was just like Lucifer and thought he was much worse than he actually was. His overwhelming silence for most of the time and the fact he seemed unaffected by how she looked, which usually never happened, made the mare wonder about him even more. Maybe he was a stallion of few words though, that could be possible. The tri-color mare knew nothing about him but her mind wondered about him, and she wondered if they talked more if she would ever figure anything out. Or if he would even talk more, since that seemed to be a current problem.
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Post by revolver on Dec 31, 2014 16:10:38 GMT -6
He regarded the mare with a cool stare, his eyes taking in her faint confusion with his words. He supposed he did have a way of speaking indirectly. It certainly would not be the first time he confounded his peers. He saw no need to elaborate, however; it was an insignificant comment, and she showed no desire for clarification. He mentally shrugged it off as unimportant. He also saw within the depths of her gaze an unsettled feeling, a distinct unfamiliarity. He wondered silently if it was due to his size, his silence, his macabre countenance...he was not always the most personable stallion. He could be personable, with silver words and a charming character, oh he could be quite amiable when it suited his needs. It was never any sort of sincere; he had not truly meant kindness to another in years. That part of him was shattered into irreparable shards.
His brow arched at her proclamation of the lack of darkness in these lands. It struck him as a surprise. Weren't the horses in this realm to be at war? If there were pure-hearted fellows, then a war could only mean an enemy, and he could conjure in his thoughts no more fitting a foe to light than darkness. Could it be that what were supposed to be monsters roaming the shadows of these lands were merely ghosts, fairytales? A scary dream to write off as unreal an non-threatening? He lowered his large head slightly, his ears flicking once towards her as he caught her gaze with his own. He hummed deeply, a baritone sound rattling his chest. "I see," he said lowly, his jaw taut with tension. His eyes flashed with a sort of barely concealed malice as he continued. "Fear not, then," he said, his gaze sparking with a black fire, a promise of something sinister as his lips curled into a barely present smile that was anything but warm. "I will soon be changing that." He had plans for this new realm that he had found, and none held a happy ending for the good-hearted pures. He planned to cause chaos, and to wreck the calm that had apparently settled upon the lands. It was a pity that the males here could focus on nothing more than sex drive. He had much bigger plans than satisfying his own carnal cravings, his purpose much more gratifying. He sought power, and fear. He cared little how he obtained them.
He wondered about this mare before him, Karma. He wondered if she had a reason for wandering out into these shadowed pines. It was a dangerous place for a mother and foal. Lurking in the corners were frightening predators, and...well, him. He was much worse than the wolves and the lions, and here she had successfully stumbled upon him. He wondered her intentions after approaching him. Was she just searching for conversation? Surely not; if she was from a herd, she would have plenty of peers with which to converse. What's more, he doubted this to be a choice area of socialization...he could not help but ponder her motives.
He lifted his head, his eyes flicking from her form to the spot behind her where she had previously been speaking with a child. He made no attempt to conceal his gaze, blatantly looking in the direction of the foal. His eyes narrowed in thought, his teeth clicking lightly together. "I can safely deduce you are an envious," he drawled slowly, his stare never leaving the location of the foal. "So I assume you do not go about entertaining random children." He paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly as his thick forelock fell across the side of his crown. "I wager this child is yours," he observed, his words a statement and conclusion rather than a question. His eyes then flicked back to Karma, his head turning back to her. His eyes were icy stone, a striking blue with a profoundly malicious chill. "So I do wonder what would cause you to bring such an...innocent child, into such dark woods and such bad company," he spoke, his tones and stare purposefully implying harm to her little one. He could crush the foal beneath his hooves, and the worst she could do would be to paw fruitlessly at his already scarred hide. He could kill the child, and he could kill her. After all, what was preventing him from doing so? He gave him no benefit, her life nothing of use to him...or was it? He would need others to accompany him; he was not so foolish as to think he could overturn this land by himself. He was eager to watch time unfold in these moments, to see the result of this encounter...but he was a patient stallion. There was no rush.
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Post by Kristen on Jan 8, 2015 0:26:55 GMT -6
Karma watched him easily, hearing the sinister words that fell from his lips. He had a plan, that sparked her interest. Maybe Doc would get in his way, Doc would be no match for this stallion. She would love to see someone bring that creature down, though that would destroy her own plans. The horse that killed off Doc, she wanted to be her own flesh and blood. The thought almost brought a smile to her face, but she concealed such things from the stallion that was before her. Her eyes followed his as they landed where her daughter was, tensing for just a moment before hiding it. This stallion wouldn't find followers if he killed the first kind that he met, and there weren't very many envious in these parts so it was already slim pickings. His words made her choke back a humorless laugh, if only this stallion knew her stallion. For Charlie, the filly she loved like her own, was not her daughter at all. She was daughter of some poor wretched fool who couldn't keep an eye on her, a dam that didn't deserve her daughter. She did 'entertain' random children, well at least this one that was not her own. No one needed to know such a thing though, especially not this brute that stood before him. "You are correct, I am envious. And I bring myself and my child through these woods because I know most of the envious horses around these areas and I am not too afraid of them. Nor do I believe any of them travel through here. You...were a surprise. And, I'm assuming, since you seem to be wanting a herd, you won't be killing the first envious equine you find. I must warn you, the choices you find behind me aren't the best," She said simply as she watched him. Karma did not say the words extremely confident, but more so...flat. She didn't think he would kill her or Charlie, but she also didn't want to get confident and full of herself. That would make a horse kill you, or the foal that you loved dearly. If anything happened to Charlie, after what had happened to her son, she was almost positive that she was going to lose it. She would go crazy, driven wild by grief of losing two foals. Though Charlie did not come from her and she didn't know her lineage, the filly was just as important as the colt that came from her body. She could only hope that one day she could meet the colt she foaled once more, and take back what was hers. Or who was hers. The mare cut her thoughts off so they would not wander to far, she had to focus on the stallion in front of her. Though he was much larger, and probably in better shape after carrying that foal for so long and barely being able to walk it seemed, she still had to try and protect her foal as best as she could if he did try and do anything to her. "So...you come to these lands looking for a herd? Looking to conquer and wreak havoc on the pures?" She asked him, her voice curious. Her mind was wandering what he wanted to do exactly, and it go the subject of her defenseless little one. Would he be a wonderful leader, or a leader no better than Lucifer? She didn't miss that stallion, nor any of the members in that pitiful excuse of a herd. She was happy it disbanded, it was not worthy to call themselves an envious herd.
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