// Just Another Mare...(The Herd is Summoned)

[`Avvy]

OOC: confusing. well, as fun as getting severely mixed up has been, i think im going to post now <| <---- muah. my little guy has a hat!!!

Darkened hellioness of ebony design finally noticed the new mare, watching 'er carefully. What was this femme's rank in the herd? Personally, she hoped it was not higher than 'er own... though I am, I suppose, part of the royal family... the broodmare snorted hungrilly, and turned 'er skull down to graze, contemplaying 'er herd life. T'wasn't all that bad, after all... granted, a bit... competitive, yet still... it seemed rather... calm, almost. As they all seemed to recognize each other here (perhaps that was because Prize and Harsh got along seemingly fine) it created a sense of order, however false the order may actually be. Not bad, she thought, munching on a particularily pleasant blade of grass, for a royal herd, after all. Right then. The new mare. Tune was forced out, exploding into the cool night sky and landing temptingly close to the newbies audilaurs.

And who,

she gave a small snort, stamping down on a stag beetle that had dared cross 'er path.

Be you?

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Stll the small stag waited, waited, sweating profusely, for 'is father the Lord of Darqs, to acknowledge 'im. When and if 'e did, Dessy felt it could possibly be the best thing that had ever happened to 'im. Even that doe in the woods, as much pleasure as 'e had gotten from watching 'er run, was not to be compared to this. Moving lithe but muscular form closer to everyone, 'e listened closely to 'is mothers words, relieved to find it was not the soft, dangerous tone in which she spoke, but ratehr a nonchalant one. The soft one was the one she used right afore sh' punished 'im, for doing something extremely foolish, such as going off for a day and a half by 'imself. Dessy, in the soft tone, the treachourously comforting one, Come here. 'e shuddered slightly, knowing that 'is mother had done all in 'er power to keep 'im safe. And now.... he was ready.

[Clueless]

A snort came from the black mare as she stared out at the lands for a moment taking in all of it so she would reconize the place later on. Stomping her hoof, Ani looked to the mare that had addressed her. Bareing her ivories, the black mare aimed a nip at the other mare. She decided to answer, just incase the mare was the higher. Yet, Ani didn't think so, a colt was following her. Maybe she was the broodmare. Lil Ani,

[/i] she snapped harshly, cold fury etched in her voice. You?[/i]

A small smirk came from Ani as she stomped the ground. Her long black tail swished as she shooed away flies from her flank. She hated the pesky things, they always hung around horses and never left them alone. It was just extremely annoying and they could literally get in your skin. Then again, everything annoyed her.[/size][/center]

[`Avvy]

As soon as the femme nipped out at 'er, Harsh harbored a disliking for 'er. How dare she! She did not even know their positions yet, and for all the black idiot knew, sh' could have been the lead. Labrynth did not vibrate with sound, as the femme stood in silent distrust as sh' took in the lyri. 'Lil Ani. Well, 'Lil Ani could take her 'Lil Attitude out of here and go bury it somewhere. Pools held no trace of meotion as usual, for sh' knew better than to let someone in 'er carefully locked soul. Deciding to grace this unpleasant wench once more with 'er tune. she cracked out the screech that echoed across the lands.

Just call me Great One, wench, and ye shall stay out of trouble with that sharp temper of yours. I should know, for Appetite had to cure me of mine.

with that, sh' flicked 'er tail and walked off a bit to graze, though still in earshot. Looking up to glance around quickly, sh' settled 'er gaze on Prize. Speaking in hushed tones these lyri erupted.

What do you think? Will she survive the week?

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc:// Sorry I was ages guys... Read the header for my...excuse. Yep, Terenita, you can post.
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As the herd gradually arrived, a small smirk of pleasure crept across the Lord's face. This would be an interesting arrival, to be sure...but for now at least, Appetite must play host.
"Ani, Satan's Prize is one of the Higher Classed Mares, as are you. Harsh Destruction, my son."
His gaze flickered, emotionless, to Harsh Awakening.
"And my Walking Womb, as she so likes to call herself. Harsh Awakening, a Broodmare."
The vocals were designed to tease, but not to tear. In fact, the stallion was rather pleased with his Pleasure-mare. She had finally, more or less, lost the fiery attitude, and even seemed open about it. Whether that was submittance, lust, or a crueller plan, that would have to be found out later...
And now the stag's great crainium turned to Harsh Destruction, the little stag who had waited so long, it seemed, for his turn in the conversation. I am ready to learn. The small, confident words rang in the Darq Lord's mind, momentarily leaving him blank for thought. Learn? Learn to be a member of the herd? Or perhaps, the colt hoped, on how to rule Bloodfest after Appetite, shall we say, retired? For the Darq Lord would never die, unless he wanted to. But of course, he would grow weary, but not softer, with age.
Appetite For Destruction shook his head angrily, snorting himself back to the the smalltalk.
"Yes, Destruction. After this little...ordeal, you shall come with me for a walk."
Acid gaze darted over to Harsh Awakening, a silent command in his eyes.
"Alone."
He hinted openly.
Daggers shuffled slightly in the long, blood-stained grass to face the mares once more. Zephyrs opened, vocals emited.
"The world is still young, and Bloodfest is still to grow to its great Empire. But as we earn ranks and positions, make friends or,"
Gaze flickered from Harsh to Lil Ani
"enemies, we must remember the very reason that Bloodfest founded, the reason I myself came into being."
Gaze turned to the heavens, now pure hate emitting in the scarlet gaze.
"To defeat the Lyght Clan. Once and for all."
He spat, and for a change the hate was directed to the skies, and not the equines surrounding.
"Of course, we are not ready yet. But when we grow in numbers, when allies from the lower Darq Clans step up to ally us, we will attack. And we will win.
But for now, I have one message to everyone. Whatever scuttles, disagreements, vengeance or fights may occur on this blessed Land - as it was meant to be, in the Darq Palace - remember, that against the Lyght, we stand together."
He spoke calmly, gaze twisting from pallet to pallet. No hate now, just a message. They must remember..

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[`Avvy]

ooc: meeeepp! talk about muse eh jazz lol... well i shall post after lil ani and satans prize to give them a chance to answer meh posty above lol:D

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc:// Tee hee..trying to make up for the week of inactivity. XD Yah, you can wait Avvy...

[Clueless]

Fae's eyes narrowed angerly when she heard the other's words to the colt. Shaking her head angerly, she directed her attention to Appetite. She smirked slightly at the thought of being Higher Class. She looked to Satian's Pride. Her eyes narrowed slightly more, but she didn't say anything. Then to Harsh and her colt. Snorting loudly, the mare made a mental note to call Harsh a bytch when Ani got annoyed.

[`Avvy]

Snort, snort snort snort snort. What was this new mare, a pig? She made no effort to speak, but snorted away. Pitiful. Why had a stag such as Appetite needed a mare such as Ani for his herd? Ahh, well. She supposed she herself was no better, being a feisty little bytch. The fatale swung around, looking at Ani glare over at Prize. Vocals were cool and taunting.

Careful Ani. Glaring that coldly may induce you to freeze over.

she turned back to Appetite.

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

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Opticals narrowed, he felt the hostility rise up in the air between Harsh and Ani. He surpressed a cold laugh at the situation, a cruel, taunting, twinkling fire in his haunted crimson gaze. Yet he said nothing, preferring to see how the situation woudl turn out, and how Satan's Prize would come into this.
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ooc/ crappy, but I'm waiting for Satan's reply .

[Clueless]

The black mare whipped around and faced Harsh. Her ivories were bared angerly as stared at the mare. Thinking quickly with what to do, Ani lashed out angerly at Harsh with her front daggers. Even thought the colt was there, it didn't matter to Ani. She just wanted to teach Harsh a lesson.

Her ears came back to her head as she stared at the mare. Hatred was in her eyes. "Careful.... I might just sneak up on you one of these days and show you a real beating." With that, Ani bite Harsh on the neck.

[Satan's Prize]

Satan's Prize took in Harsh's words but didn't reply. She didn't want enemies and she didn't need friends. Both just got in the way. Harsh Awakening would be the only one who would be able to get more that her curse from her. She wished badly to just kick out at this new mare she just had not liked her from the start. And the cold icy glares didn't help. Satan snorted lightly a soft mist erupting from her. The black night surrounded her with only the faint glow of distant stars and the eary shimmer of the moon. But her eyes were well adjusted to darqness much like the others here. It was there way of life and it was just how she liked it. Banner swished lightly as she shewed away pesky bugs that landed upon her darq hide.
(sorry about the wait I did have to spend a few days in a hospital 700 miles from home and now i have physical therapy but yeah sorry)

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc.// Ouch. I'll wait for Harsh to reply.

[`Avvy]

she laughed cruelly and bitterly at the pitiful attempt to hurt her. The neck wound did not bleed nor sting, all that was left was a dull throb which wasn't exactly unpleasant. Movements carried her closer in to the new mare, whispering vocals reaching her audits, rough tune forced out darkly.

Wench, I should like to see ye try.

with that, she whirled around and trotted off to 'er son. Nudging 'im slightly, she pushed him forth towards 'is father. It was vital 'e made a good impression on the stag, or be killed....

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dessy watched as the other mare lashed out at his mother, twin towers laying flat against his skull. 'e daren't reach out to the mare, but as 'is mothers nudge came to, the anger that had been rising in 'im exploded in the form of a tune to the mare.

Don't you ever lay your filthy grasp upon my mother again!

shocked at 'is own vocals, 'e reeled back, the depth of what 'e had said to a higher class mare sinking in. Looking fearfully up to 'is father, awaiting the punishment that 'e felt sure was to come, a thought crossed 'is mind; I shan't ever repent for what I have said.

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

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The classic chamagne stag seemed unmoving for a moment, his raging crimson voids just flicking between the various equines as their tunes emited. But as he heard his brethren speak, there was an obvious difference to his actions. An audible twisted, a snort erupted. As he met his son's gaze, a coarse chuckle emited from his throat. Appetite For Destruction, the Evil Incarnate laughed. An eerie, haunted tune that rose to the skies and left some faint-hearted lesser mammals fallen to the ground, dead. It was the first time the Darq Lord had laughed since he killed a Lyght horse stupid enough to wander into Bloodfest.

"Good, son, you are learning. But perhaps you should direct your actions to Lower Class, or slaves of this herd."

He said, sarcasm still playing in his vocals.

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[`Avvy]

she was too startled to speak. the sound that had ocme from 'im did not seem natural, and indeed it was not.... his laughter froze even her, who usually had a million things to say about everything... 'er pools watched 'er son, and she felt pity for the little stag who now had to match up to this great beast....

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'e too was startled by the laughter, though strangely 'e did not freeze over or grow silent. Instead 'e ducked 'is head to the Lord, in the process a lump of dirt was *accidentally* kicked to the femme he had spoken against.

I shall try, Father, though ignorance angers me so.

he was surprised by his own elegant speech, assuming it ahd come from listening to the older 'quines speaking.