Cold as You [Dark]

[Never Dance]

Like a phantom in the night, it slunks along, as silent as the grave. For love is like a fickle friend, that appears at the most inopportune times to those who scorn it as an illusion. Slowly, stealthily it creeps along, cackling like some mad beast who has taken it's foe prisoner; until, with a scream of rage and regret, the foe falls to the ground writhing, screaming toward the heavens; or perhaps the pits of Hell. For love is a truly dangerous disease of the mind, body, and spirit; it weakens you, lowering your defenses against something even more horrid; compassion. Compassion for the other. And though one may scream and writhe, calling upon the devil to take them, quickly, before anyone finds out. Death would be preferable, in the eyes of those destined to be d**ned, then to be chained to another by the sin of love.
Iron darkened pillars struck the earth with a dainty step, pulling up and down to the rhythm of Satan's bidding. Delicate barrel heaved, not from exhaustion, but from pure exhilaration that comes of seeing others being foolish. Defined skull was tapered down to a fine point, salmons flaring to take in the hated scent of those no darker then the sunlight that streamed like a curse through the meadows. Carbon was released into the atmosphere as war-sharpened flints tore at the terra firma below, as if the very grass were an enemy yet to be conquered. Boa arched and fell with the motion, tresses lifting and falling with the rhythms of movement, while ill-fated banner stretched taught behind solid muscled quarters. Most menacing of all, lips pulled back to reveal ivories, which may or may not have been stained red with the blood of fools; and the orbs. Orbs were like steaming pools of hatred, which shone black under good circumstances, but which turned a fiery crimson in the light of battle. The devil's princess had arrived; and she meant Hell.


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Scorn painted the facade of the seductress as she looked upon those that all of the swarthy alliance considered below them; those light, never-do-bad fools, who would rather face the pits of fire then do some injustice to another. Idiots. They had no more sense then a new-born foal, and even the stupidest infant had more sense then that filth. Still, it was amusing to watch them writhe beneath you, begging for their sorry lives while you stood over them, dealing mortal blows. Only the very young and helpless were to be spared, for possibly they might be turned to sides of greater intent, but even on occasion that proved hopeless, and so they were set out as bait for the young darks to practice their blows upon. It was a petty game, but one she enjoyed to play over and over again. Each blow raising her upon a new level of this hobby. But even if they were turned, they were never worth more then a servant's scapegoat, a piece of recycling gone bad. They were mental, all of them.
Sneer twisted the features of the ess as she observed the most pitiful sight of a light steed trying to coax a mare along to his home with wheedling tones. "Please, Sumatra, come with me! For thine own heart has seen nothing more beautiful in all my days upon this sun-drenched earth. Pray tell, do you feelings for me equal my own for you?" the bay steed begged, passing his ivories in a most disgusting way over the fae's boa. With a dramatic role of her crimson orbs, the fae cackled menacingly, pillars moving in to partake in the fun. Her voice high and taunting, the fae spat out lyrics in such poisonous fashion that it is sworn that the leaves on a near-by bush withered and died. "Oh, Romeo, please, please take me home! I so desire your gallant company, even though you are a stupid as your words. Oops, did I say that out loud?"
An un characteristic giggle followed that, as the ivory fae's flints slashed down once, twice, leaving the steed still on the ground. The light fool gave a scream of despair, falling forth to find any signs of life. Another cackle, another corpse laying still in a crimson pool of blood.


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With only a slight disturbance to the atmosphere, the triumphant fae paced off, her carcass pointed toward a stand of dark, bug-filled trees. The sun seemed the shine less as she approached, darkening her pelt so that it seemed somehow more mysterious, more lethal. Horizon became dull in the distance, the abyss engulfing her more and more with each proud step taken into the blackening night. Audits twitched, listening for any other signs of life, while darkened salmons flared a trail of steam into the atmosphere. A smirk told her that the stand was deserted, much to her satisfaction; she wanted no one to compete with her. Being began to swivel, banner raised to send off her scent in hopes of attracting a steed with a heart as swarthy as her own. Now, she wasn't looking for love by any means; love was an illusion, to be scorned by those who held power. No, she was merely looking for an opportunity to sedate her desires, for blood and for matrimony. Perhaps here, she would find such pleasures. Smirking, the fae's boa curled upward, raising her skull to the sky as an eerie squeal was emitted into the atmosphere, the harsh, grating sound echoed throughout the lands, calling forth all those who wished to make an attempt for her virtue. The deed done, Kavoi settled back into the shadows, awaiting her dark-hearted savior.

Status: Complete
Notes: Hope you don't mind that I recycled my post. I'm too tired to make a new one.

[horseyluvr]

.Hidden Vigor.

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The sun began to wither away, leaving behind the dead of night for which his dark heart so desired. He was only accompanied by the cursed yellow orb that flies through the sky, and the useless white glow that takes its place. This fact did nothing for him, he felt no emotions as it rang through his masculine skull.

Indeed, he did not hunt for a worthless wench. They were just bottom feeders on his hierarchy, of no use except to carry his foals. His simple pleasures were enjoyed from taunting the creatures with his gift of silken persuasion. Especially the light hearted scum, they fell for anything he said so easily, trusted him with their pathetic lives within moments. Undeniably easy targets.

The dark wenches on the other hand, were more skeptical, though targets nonetheless. Bait for his dark soul, satisfying his twisted heart. No one had ever escaped his grisly grip before, none had wanted to release themselves from his silken lies. When he got his utmost satisfaction from the d**ned creatures, he left them, his grips receding.

Most were quickly forgotten, though his last attempt stayed with him always.

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The sun kisser saw his beastly figure and reported his presence to those standing behind her. Five fools stepped forward, following the wench to her target; him. She danced to his position foolishly, ignorantly. An easy catch to be sure.

His tassels moved with the effort of his silent foosteps. The devil below was his marionette master, strings carried his pillars to the devils desired destination. The mare stopped in front of his monstrous being, he quite a bit taller than the mare herself.

The two leads stared at each other for some time; sizing the opposing counterpart up. It was Vigor who spoke first. His silken voice purring, seductive, wrapping the words around her ears, letting them sink in. "Hello, love. Why does your divine being prance around the loners field today?" With a slight bow of his thick dial, he spoke again. "If I may ask that is, love." He left his head low, awaiting her reply. Peering up under his thick eyelashes, his eyes shone bright; emotion began to seep into them to make his capture.

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He quickly shook his head free of the memories, cantering gallantly forward towards the deep shadows of the comforting twisted tree line. A few strides into his haunting path, a siren call sounded from the trees. He listen intimately to what the eerie shriek had come from.

A distant loyal dark mare, awaiting a suitor. In his times and travels, he had become to know every pitch of sound and what it meant, who it had come from, even their sworn allegiance. His crystalline orbs seared the region in front of him, looking for the exact point the call had come from.

Her figure seemed to dance lithely in front of him, teasing his forlorn being. His gait picked up slowly, the devil had rescinded his marionette for the moment, watching the above scene. His hooves like daggers, tearing apart the topsoil on the worn terra below. His orbs began to gleam eerily as he encroached on the waiting wench.

He stopped a few strides aside the mare, preparing his magical vocals to speak. His orbs searched the delicate creature that stood in front of him, finding nothing of interest for him. The only capturing details about her was her allegiance, and the fact he could play his astounding games with her.

He flashed a sardonic smile her way, ivories gleaming against the darkened shadows of the night. His vocals pouring like liquid gold from his velvet maw, "Good evening, love." His head lowered once, eyes focused on her own.

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[Never Dance]

Ah, silence. Such a pleasure, such a curse. Now, what good is silence when that time of serenity could be much better spent listening to the agonized screams of lights as they writhed out their sorry lives beneath you? What good was silence, if you could kill a couple of in pure ones while the mocking bird sung it's song? For, to this Essa there was no sweeter silence on earth then the silence of those you had slain yourself. The blood, pumped out of the veins by a palpating heart, rushing over the lands with a long, low swish; the grass would remain forever stained by the blood, for so impure was the crimson fluid that no plant could grow beneath it. The last squeals of ravaged lungs were music to her ears, and the snap of breaking bone rang throughout the atmosphere. As far as she was concerned, the only kind of silence deserving of her attentions was the kind that only death held. The kind after your enemy had been slain by your very flints...


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The gentle, careworn buzz of flies penetrated the steamy air, and darkened banner flicked the little bitting pests from the fae's flanks. Orbs were half closed, almost as if the besprinkled fae was dozing, un-alert. But, it was during these times that Kavoi was the most alert, the most focused on what was going on around her being. Audits flicked in harmony to the silence, which she could now enjoy; for she had slain two impure ones today, and was counting her blessings; silence could now be achieved, since there were no longer any sniveling, cowardly lights in residence. The thick, almost painful silence of death hung around the air, penetrating even the thickest mind with it's threat. The grasshoppers, who had been serenading the so-called lovers a moment before, had now fallen silent by the lull of death. Skull was shaken, barrel moving in and out in the rhythm of life's breath, carbon released into the atmosphere by flickering salmons. One hind pillar was c.ocked, resting on the ground by the flint. Banners still lay to one side, intoxicating pheromones catching the attention of those who knew the scent well; the scent of a virgin.
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Bodice stiffened, audits pricked high at the sound of approaching hoof beats, while orbs were focused on what lay ahead. Ah, so one steed was taking the bait, was he? Well, who wouldn't? She was a flower, a stalking tiger Lilly, who hadn't yet been plucked from her stem. Her scent, her scent would tell them all they needed to know about such things, pulling them in like foolish fish who have been netted. For it is a great passion, and sometimes a hobby, for a steed the pluck the flower from the stem; a plate of food is most appealing when no one has touched it, taken a taste of it's bounty. Ah, the life of one who had not yet been spoiled....

Curtains closed over orbs, flicking back up just as quickly. The steed was approaching her hideaway, his dark-hued barrel heaving with... excitement? Smirk took it's place upon the maw of the fae, prose passing over her facade. So, she was simply a toy, to be played with untill broken, was she? Well, he wouldn't be so hissy for long. For Kavoi knew just enough to put him in his place, with a little extra room for wriggling. Bodice took on a relaxed state, while heady scent perfumed the air. Eyebrows raised high in anticipation, Kavoi waited for the lyri that seemed yet to come, though the steed was a good few feet away from her now.
Good evening, love. sang the steed, his golden lyri wrapping themselves around her bod like a warm blanket. Ah, sweet-talk. Well, she would see just how far his praise for her extended. Kissers curled back to expose bloodied ivories, orbs turning a stunning shade of crimson. He was mearly a fish to be netted, a prize to add to her collection of fools. Still, she could have her cake, and eat it too. Ah, such high praise from one so exaulted. How many poor faes have you fed that to, I wonder? Lyri burned the atmosphere lightly, coy and seductive. The gentle glint of crimson that stained her orbs let him on to her little joke. His reaction would prove just how good a fish she had caught. For you see, even the most skilled lier could not escape her notice if he were not truthful. She happened to be very observent, and expiriance had taught her well the ways of males.

Orbs flicked upward, catching his eye with all their crimson charm, before flicking downward once more; the act of infatuation. Yes, it was an act; although it was so perfect, so well timed, that even the most hardened steed would have fallen to his knees for her favors. Bodice shifted, a small whiff of her sweet perfume drifting in the steed's direction, while eyebrows were raised coyly, daring him to challenge her. She had been in many a fight in her time; let him see that she was no soft, pampered pansy, but a hardened and ruthless warrior.

Status: complete
Notes: Tehe, one of her many charms...
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[horseyluvr]

As the fae spoke with what she thought were intoxicating words, he could not help but let a dark chortle escape from his brutal lips. "Ah, love. I feed nothing to the wenches in cages, not good for ones soul." His maw held a breathtaking smirk, he knew it would be plastered on his face for a few immeasurable moments. Vigor turned his focus back to what the filthy creature had said first, "Dare you make an assumption that I am 'so exalted'?" His voice poured from his lips like a murmuring waterfall, unseen, untouched.

The lovely smirk had returned, this wench had a certain presence, he was not about to let her go. She was just so tempting a creature, so much indeed. His games had never failed before, but none had been like her as far as Vigor could tell. He had to play, just once more. Mockery entered his voice, proving to be a seductive entrancement. "Pray tell, love. What about me has showed you my high status?" This wench would be a wonderful catch indeed.

He noted the blood that had stained itself on her glimmering teeth, not nearly new, but fresh enough. Thus far, proving to be an astounding temptress. The mark of a fresh kill lingering among her maw, the scent of her untainted virtue strung about the air, her delicate entrancement she thought she held on him, her choice of words. Maybe he should not let her go? No. It would defeat his whole purpose. He was to be sly, coy, seductive, capture the unsuspecting fae and then viciously leave their pathetic lives; forever breaking the love he allowed them to know. A one way street; for it was never given back.

As the orbs of the fae rose to meet his eyes, grimacing with delight, he confined his chuckles inward. She truly did not know who she was playing with. He fell into her game, making himself vulnerable. It's what she wanted, what she thought she could do. What better way then to play hers, to catch her? To follow up with her supposed sensual action, his breathing stopped for a mere moment. Resuming, though intaking heavily as if to catch her, like a drug he so desired.

He stepped forward gracefully, his carcass closing the gap between the two of them. This wench, this 'drug', she was of an intricate design. Vigor had to play his cards right in order to catch her. As the distance closed, considerably he let out a small nicker of delight. The space between him and the fae was almost nonexistent, he needed to fall prey to her trap. Vigor moved his crown assuredly to the mares boa, passing it over gently. Inhaling her scent as much as he could. He left his skull against her neck, barely moving now, though lingering against her reassuring form.

His breath became slightly labored, speaking softly to the disgusting creature. "Love, what do you desire?" So coy, so seductive, so intense. Perhaps he had stepped to far? No, her reaction would be pleased, he imagined. He had fallen for her, exactly as she had planned, he was her marionette for now. The devil no longer held him in control. Indeed, the devil below should be watching the above scene with pride, his minion was doing extraordinarily well, at least in his mind. Though his voice held a slight presence of something else. Was it passion? Hinting? Desperate desire? He could not decide on what lingered inside his mastered voice.

Vigors' dial had returned to caressing the fae, gently. Fulfilling a sense of false passion. Though was it false? Indeed, he needed to take a queen of the dark alliance, though he did not have control over such things. He was not to appoint a queen, she should make herself known. Though, a sketchy affair on the side would be intriguing indeed. He brought his thoughts back to the present game; the mare. His crown had continued to move,ever so slowly while his thoughts had drifted. Now, his maw had stretched beyond her boa, reaching to pass over her withers.

[Never Dance]

Roan-hinted audites flicked lightly as the steed beside her let out a gentle chortle. "Ah, love. I feed nothing to the wenches in cages, not good for ones soul."[/i] Snear dapled over her maw, kissers parting in a grimace of disbeleif as she spoke in a soft, poiseness hiss. Really? So your telling me that you've never played this little game they call love before? Shocking. Sarcasm dripped from every lyri, crimson washing up in her ebon orbs once more. Short, and to the point. She could tell that he'd had flings before, that he really didn't care who she was or what she was doing here. He just wanted to placate his desires for the little flower she held just out of reach. Ah, yes, she could see it. Her job here was not to make him care about her, about anything; no, her reason here was to get what she wanted. Which was her pleasures sedated, and the power over whatever the steed held in his grasp.
His next comment was to be ignored, since it did not really imply an answer anyway. Banner flicked lightly, more of her sweet perfume scenting the air around them; not need to let him think too much. Bodice shifted as pillars tapped lightly over the terra, hindquarters swinging in the direction of the steed as Kavoi paced lightly away from his dark being. Her scent was somthing that could not be ignored, not by him. Especially him. He was just another mouse, to be lured in and out, batted like a piece of string. She was his brand of catnip, luring him in, drugging him, pulling him down. She could see that her presence was effecting the steed in ways he had not expected; he leaned closer, inhaling her sweet suduction with rapture. Skull found it's way to her boa, pressing lightly against her sweat-soaked pelt in a way that seemed to be ment as soothing. Breathing became heavy, as if he was already invisioning the leasure she might provide. Lyri seemed haried, careless, as if he had suddenly given himself over to the feelings she was pulling from the depths of his being. "Love, what do you desire?"[/b] Smirk played over her maw, poisen flowing freely from beneith her darkened banner as she spoke in suductive tones. Do you care? Or is it just my virtue your after? Pelt flicked as his battle-sharpened ivories played gently over her spine, causing her to shudder within. Bod twisted away, her own ivories flicking over his own canvas as she untangled herself from his grasp. Ivories nipped at his boa, perhaps nicking the skin enough to draw blood; a gentle reminder of who he was dealing with. Orbs flicked upward, crimson filling them once more, oisen spilling towards his waiting nares as she spoke once more to his waiting auds. Perhaps there is a place more appropriate for this conversation. she twined, a light breeze washing over her dappled hide; the effect was such that she seemed to flicker like a hologram, a nightmare-or dream- of the past, present, and maybe even future.

ooc: Sorry, muse is low right now. Will be better. Promise. [/size][/color]

[horseyluvr]

As he saw the chagrin caress the monsters face he felt nothing but the utter urge to sneer with her. He did not know why this sensation had overcome him, he would have thought it to be more like..Joy at her twisting pain or something closely along those lines.

He was to muddled over the odd sensation to think clearly of what he was expecting. He had done this plenty of times before, yet he had not felt this. Never to grimace with her. That was a completely horrifying thought. Had he gone soft? No, he felt internally that he could not have. He was dark, through and through, as was the wench.

The wench, the lovely wretched creature. She thought she was playing her own game with him, but no, he was playing his game to fall into hers. The capture would be seeming less, she would feel in control, then all of the sudden it would run to his grasp. After all, who would not want to run from this..Delightfully gorgeous creature? No he couldn't think in such ways. She was a filthy, disgusting, parasitic, worthless piece of nothing. Exactly so.

After he had straightened out his unruly mind thoroughly, her voice seemed to enter his auds. He felt as though he could barely here the being. Maybe it was her presence, that of an unclaimed virtue? That would never have broken his concentration before, this was different. He was stuck in an odd, thick fog. One that he could not escape from, at least it seemed. His voice began to rumble, searching for the path to their exit. "No such thing as love." What? That was not what he meant to say. Thank the devil for it was a low growl, though were she truly listening..He shuddered at the thought. Forcing himself to reply his way. "Would you liked me to have?" Mockery, utter snarling mockery, a beautiful thing.

Yet again the creature tried to lure him with her scent. What a pointless gesture, he had come across plenty of untainted beings in the past. In fact, he thrived off their very little knowledge about such things, it made it too easy. Though, she was not virtually an easy task. No, she was much much more than easy. Stopping himself from following this train of thought, he jumped onto another. He was not perfect, he was a tainted, torn, bent creature. His virtue had been wasted meaninglessly, it had meant nothing to him. Yet, that was the single time.

Though, her sweet perfume did have a reaction with his own cologne. She had mixed something. Something wasn't about the way it had captured him. It was not a full capture, more of it had a least piqued his interest in it. None had achieved this much from him. Something was not right. He needed to leave, straightaway. But first, he decided to be especially torturous and prey on her for the last moments.

"I am not after your virtue, for if I was, I would have said something entirely different. More or less very chauvinistic, extremely vile. I would have thought I was the only one, the highest appraised, the glory, the gods. If I am true, that is not how I come across?" Of course, that last sentence reeked of sarcasm. It boiled his flesh happily.

With the answer to the first part of her question, he had pulled his head back towards her awaiting crown. His tone was mysteriously silken, ominously so. He angled his dial up to whisper his butterfly kisses in her auds. "I care...More than you know, love." Brilliant, amazingly so. How could he have mastered such a thing. Sadly, he could somehow not bring himself to find the lie in that sentence, perhaps there wasn't one?

With another sudden movement coming from the worthless ess, he felt her stab at his neck. Nothing could rupture his pristine build, well never say nothing. But this little motion had not done anything really, just a worthless reminder. Like he needed one, though he needed to play into her trap.With undeniable grace he shifted himself back into her view. This time, he moved towards her swiftly, hugging himself to her delicate barrel. He needed the last of his poison to seep onto her before he had to leave her dwelling.

Yet again the wench retorted back, though he had said nothing. He was just short an to the point. His voice flew out of his lips like daggers, seeking for blood. "Then where would you like to go, love?" The perfect opportunity she had present him with. Indeed, she was proving to be of very good use to him, yet her virtue had not changed. That was the ultimate reason she had wanted him no doubt, the only reason. Sadly, her would retreat from that reason, leaving her to feel the pain.

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[Never Dance]

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