::I will gladly be your D.ownfall::Reserved::

[Roxy]

The silence of the Feared Forest was haunting and chilling. Perfect. I disliked the company of most, for those who dared to call themselves dark were quiet repulsive. Oh how I hated those little dainty mares who held their whipcord high and would attempt to suduce a stallion for a lead postion. And then, the would claim that they had 'fire' in their eyes and that satan told them what to do. Please, I have seem light foals darker then those mares. A dark has more to it them that. A true one has character, like me.

I dont light be socail, I dont like to be liked or loved, unlike those petty mares. I would rather kill then advertise my self to a stallion, yes, I was a killer. To feel that bittersweet liquid that coursed through you fall onto my mug was a treat to me. I was sane and yet crazed at the same time. My outer core gave off a darken and yet calm aura. Oh but if you had any sense at all you would feel the darkness that sulfer that comsumed my inner bodice. my optics were a clear pathway to see my insides with were nothing but a rotting and burning organs that the Devil decided I didn't really need. I was a deceiver, a fighter. And I would be your downfall.

And so, to begin my choatic dance that you will soon be insared in I start here, at the Feared Forest. Not many dwelled here and I liked the silence of it. Even though I enjoyed setting a rouge stag or two in his place when he attempted to force me I must say that being alone in a twisted black forest is quiet lovely. A snort bit of carbon left me as my liver chesnut carcess moved on, harks twitching back and forth until I came to a small spring. Locks thrown behind me, I was a wench with attituide, I was not afraid to admit it. The water looked stale but I plunged my mug into it anyway, taking in the tasteless liquid in a few gulps before rasing my arabic crown. Somthing or someone was nearby, I could feel it.

ooc://not exactly that twisted at the moment...but eh, it will do.

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[Cookie]

A stallion's thin nares caught the scent of an equine. Pillars carried him quickly toward the vixen. His delicate-looking hooves squished lightly in the forest's underbrush, muscles belying (sp?) his stregnth despite his skinny frame. He loathed the glittering sheen his held in sunlight, and this was the sunniest of days. At least it was dark in this forest.

His dark eyes searched the forest gloom for the one he had smelled. It was a dark vixen, yes, they had an air of... what was it, exactly, that they had? It was something along the lines of a cold beauty, but it could be sensed. There was something in them that was missing in the brutes, something delicate, though rough and not delicate at all.

At least it was a dark. He hated lights, and their happy-go-lucky herds of... happiness. It sent shivers of revulsion up and down his spine just to think about it. The way they pranced about, all excited and concieted... he let out a low growl. They were just so innocent, but no, that wasn't it, they were just so... light.

[Roxy]

As the scent became stronger, I relized that the scent was that of a brute. I was not surpised, for what other mold of equine would come here? I had not seen many wenchs or doves enter here, nor had the scent of any drifted towords me. And yet, I could sense the stallions lurking in the shadows around me. Few had been following me, one lay dead in the middle of the forest, an by 'coincedence' my ivories were stained a crimson hue at the moment. The bloke had thought I would allow him to just try to mount me. Idiot. I wasn't stupid, and hopefully, your not stupid enough to try and attempt the same thing that astallion attemped. Look were it got him, hell. Now as lovely as hell may be, somthing tells me you would love to reside on earth to spread your beliefs for a little longer.

Harks twitched as branchs snapped and yet there was still and silence in the air. Turning around I found myself drawing my mocha pools to a golden and ebon figure. His bodice clearly betraying his strenght, he was built well. Agile it seemed and quick to respond on his feet. Yes, he seemed like a stag who knew a thing or two about dark ways. Many of the b*sterds here knew nothing of dark, they deserved to die and go to heaven, a punishment so harsh, not even I could think of doing worse.

As he came closer I let a soft brust of carbon flood through my nares. Whipcord lay still but ready to clamp down in case he tried everything. Boa arched in a slight way, crown slightly tucked in as I did so. Grace and elegance. Oh what wonderful cover up they gave. Underneath it was all downhill and deadly once I got you ensnared in my trap. No, I wasnt trying to attract him...maybe. I was just being myself, cunning and, if I do say so myself seemingly 'charming'. BUt my pretties, you must know me better then that by now right?

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[Cookie]

((sorry! it said i posted here and... XD))

Eyelids narrowed as he found the shape of an equine, elegant and airy. Ooh, a lone fae, scared in the dark? His body thrilled just at the thought. Evil thoughts involving a screaming mass of equine beneath his body and a small foal, perhaps, flooded his twisted mind. Being the cold, unfeeling beast he was, his lips curled back in a smile.

Still smirking, he called, "Come, my pretty, come to me," in what might have been enticing if not for the slightly crazed note. His stallion senses tingled: oh yes, this was definitely a mare. A dark one. The small part of his brain not infected by the facts (a dark stallion, a dark mare, in the forcers' land) realized that a dark fae would not succumb to torture easily as those light wenches. Slightly disappointed, he stood, waiting for her reply.

[Roxy]

Icey optics rolled around in my facade as the brute finally stopped moving towords me. He stood but a few paces off, a wise choice my little demon. For although I seem harmless, I am far from that. Casting a sneer towards him as he spoke. And who was he to toss me about as he wished? Best learn to understand the minds of the corupt little titan, I listen and beg for no one. If I go over to you it is becuase I choose so, not because you will me to.

His tones had been crazed and held a note of pride to them. His aybesses, much like my own were hollow and cold. His visage gave away little, but didn't it always give away almost nothing? Emtions were pointless and never used anymore, they teid you down. They were a wrechted weakness. How do you think I became so strong? I let my feeling sburn out with my soul, I listened to them scream deep into the night, making me what I am today. Yes, heartless, souless and emtionless. I found those to be the key's to living life to its full potental.

Crown tossed it self up into the charred air that surrounded us, forelock flying up wards buy quickly retreating back down as it was bound to me, harks were layed flat for a moment against my high high cranium. Coals were lite up in my mocha pools and my twisted sneer flooded my visage. Tones of deception and seemlingly kind words left me, but oh if you had a brain or two my darling you could hear the dripping posion, you could taste the venom that laced my honey tones.

And who might you be demon? My time will not be wasted on one that holds a low title, nor will it be wasted on an prissy brute who expects me to kiss the very earth his daggers land on

Ahh yes, no respect at the moment. You have to earn the trust that I produce, theres no freebies. Daggers carried my well posied bodice over to the buckskin staggs hide as I circled him. Whipcord burshing out against him every once and a while. Watching him like a hawk. My sneer still visable, my demeniour still cold and daring. Coming to a stand still in front of him my harks awaited his response, and his actions.

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[Cookie]

((whoops... XD. postie up there. *points*))

[roxy lazy]

i poste dup their too ;D

[Cookie]

((EGADS! YOU WROTE A LONG POST! *rolls eyes at own strange words* ))

Fire nearly walked into a tree as he cursed himself for being so stupid. Infuriating stallion instincts! He should have remembered that this was a dark vixen, not a feeble light mare to be influenced and bent to your will. Blast it, you should remember that, he cursed himself over and over again.

The mare's venomous, obviously dark tone had broken his stallion-y thoughts. "Of course not," he said. What lamer comeback was there? "But," he quickly went on. "I am the dark king, and I expect someone as low as you to behave like a true..." he searched for the right term. "Piece of scum," he satisfied himself with.

[Roxy]

A cold and vicouse sneer tugged at my mug at the stags posion tones. Isn't it just lovely how satans messangers talk to one another? I didn't move from my current postion, instead I held his gaze. Gaze was full of malice as I let my vocals slither into the air like serpants, forever twisted and twisting.

If I am scum then you, Fire in the Clouds, are lower then baterica

Oh yes, I knew who this was now. The darken king, I had haerd about him during my travels. Dial was held proudly as I pondered whether or not to speak again. Another snide comment escaped me before I could stop myself

As long as we are discussing curses, mines Azera

I put it bluntly, venom lacing every word that spilled from me. A soft burst of carbon left me as I waited for his response

ooc://*pokes muse* stupid muse not really workin for me

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[Cookie]

((*glances at roxy's muse* well it's working better than mine!))

Fire in the Clouds? Pfft. This mare didn't know what she was talking about. That wasn't his name. Clouds weren't on fire, duh. "My curse," he hissed, poision outrightly dripping from his tones now, "Is Fire of the Clouds, b*tch. Tut, tut. You call yourself a dark and you don't even know your own monarch's name." Okay, so it was a lame comeback. But who cared?

Azera. Hmm. Azera! he shouted in his mind. Azeraaaa... he hissed to himself. Not such a bad name. It sounded formidable either way. Better than--he blanched--Fire of the Clouds. He knew his name was lame, yep, but who cared? His personality was certainly rougher than his name, and certainly darker than his golden coloring. He swished his dark tail, though, to make sure it was still as black as the night. It was.

[Roxy]

Azera's sneer didn't falter as he corrected her. Psh. Like I would bother to learn his name perfectly. Of, in, the, oh who f*ucking cares? Shaking the comment off with a simple roll of my eyes and toss of my arabic dial. Although the brute was difficult and annoying, I had to admit he had style. He was certainly steered toward hell and carried the title of king well. I didn't like him, no, like and love are emtions, and I hate emtions, I just...respected him in a twisted sort of way. But known of this showed upon my visage. As my tones came out again I began to circle him again, pelt brushing against his ever so lightly at moments. I wasn't trying to seduce him or anything, I was just circling, got a problem with that?

At least my curse sound formidable, Fire of the Clouds? Formidable, possibly, threatning sounding? Slightly. The proper title of a monarch? Maybe. To long for a battle cry? Almost definatly.

Ahh yes, I was quiet a b*tch. but it tis my nature. If you don't like it, well, go you could go f*ck a tree for all I care. My nature is one that gives me power and strenght. It gave me, oh how to say it? A crazy streak? No, somthing else. But i didn't know exactly what to call it. Oh well. Now, no doubt Fire of the Clouds is looking for harem members? Well, why don't we skip right to that?

So...Fire, from what I have heard your herd only has 1, maybe two living in it. Quiet a small number for the kings band...

Was I hinting him to ask me to join his harem? possibly. But most likley not. Oh well, as for the nick name of Fire, I was going to use that even if it bothered him. Unless he would rather be called Cloud, of or the. Then I would just laugh in my twisted ways once again. Harks waited his reponse as I ceased my cricling for now.

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[Cookie]

Well, really! Clouds didn't have fire in them. He was born from fire and cloud, from light and dark. Hey, his mother was a sappy poetic light, what the f*ck did he care about her? But his name was his name, no matter how stupid or light-sounding. It was part of him, really it was. Like a young warrior who has a disfiguring scar, though he would like to be rid of it, given the choice, he would rather keep it. Strange, though.

"Azera," he snorted. "Your name means nothing. It is just some fancy-looking letters strung together to make a sequence that might sound formidable. Yours? It's too short for a battle cry!"

The comeback was lame, even pathetic, and it made him wince. Lame and pathetic were words that were used to describe the light alliance, those happy-go-lucky saps. Fire's name fit him--he had no heart, no soul, merely a flame in the darkness of his body. It was suitably dark, as well. The "cloud" part... now that was sickening. That's why he liked to be called "Fire".

As Azera brushed his golden coat, he slightly shied from the touch. He didn't touch his mares, nor his stallions for that matter, unless he was fighting or forcing them. It was a light thing, contact. It was a sign of trust and love. He felt anything and everything but trust and love toward Azera, of course. He had never felt anything along those lines toward anyone, not even his dam.

"No," he said stiffly in response to her second comment. "I've been king for merely three days, not that long to make a herd." He knew what she was hinting at; his harem consisted of but one. Two, if Azera joined, and three if that mare Kohana did as well.

((*pokes muse* i ish happy with my postie!))

[Roxylzy]

I chose to ignore his first comment. At least my name meant somthing. Hell, Fire Of The Clouds, what the flip did that mean. There was no fire of clouds. Psh, it was such a lame name. And his come back...even lamer. Rolling my mocha pools in their sockets as I thought about this.

As he flinched I couldn't help but smirk. So our little Fire was afraid of contact. Now, honestly, whilst darks can't love they can most certainly nip or brush up against each other in that menacing fear like way.

Is our little Fire scared of me? Or is he just scared of being brushed up against?

I mocked him as I conuted my dance around him. Making a point to brush up against him every once and a while. I found this fun and amusing, mocking the king until he earned my respect. Because until then i would mock him to my hearts content. And if accepted in to his herd, I would mock the other mares there until I felt that they deserved some respect.

My dance finally stopped so that I was once again in front of Fire. Thorn awaited any reply he may have.

ooc://Sorry its crap compared to your uber loverly post

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[Cookie]

His fur stood on end every time she rubbed up against him. "I never touch any equines," he growled as she came to a stop. "Unless they're being battered by my hooves." Oh, yeah, he was mad--er, more like furious. This mare was just so... oh, he hated mares. They were so infuriating sometimes. The worst was when they were in heat... he shivered at the thought of those pissy mares.

((yeah, my muse kinda went away again... i think to pluto, somewhere far away...))

[Roxy]

ooc://hmmm muse sorta died for this thread....srry bout that, shall we just assume she is in his herd and i will make a post there? oh, and can you tell the people on evermoon that Roxys tupid computer is not letting her one, hence she will be having some trouble getting and and she apoligizes for not telling them sooner?