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Post by ~Stephykinns~ on Jul 6, 2014 14:54:38 GMT 10
You Remind Me Of The Babe
The sleek black vixen missed her home. These new lands were alright, but they were lacking the gloomy, creepy and mysterious feeling that she had come to know so well. Everything was just far too happy looking. Where was the excitement? The adventure? Where did the foals explore and where did the powerful stags lurk through the darkness, lusting for blood? Where did the mares slink through the forests, showing the youngsters the skills they needed to survive? Where were the shadows and where was the thin fog that she had become so fond of? Unless she found something exciting around here soon, Voodoo knew she would have to leave. The mare herself was not a terribly dark and cruel being, she just found beauty in it. If she had been able to, she would have gladly stayed in her homeland, but war had killed off everyone she knew, and she had the option to run or be kept as a child-bearing slave until old age deemed her useless to the stallions. She chose to run.
After that, she had wandered. For months the vixen explored new and interesting lands, but none of them quite held onto her strongly enough that she stayed for long. Settling down would be far too boring anyway; who wants to stay in one place for the rest of their life anyway? Especially when there were just so many places to see, and so many new things to explore and learn about. Not flowers and pretty butterflies though, only the things that most would deem dangerous or scary or just boring. Caves were some of her favorites, and she had even nearly died in one after wandering too far and getting lost. But even better than caves were dense, dark forests, where the light scarcely reached the ground and wondrous plants grew. Thorned vines, flowers that moved when touched, brightly colored but awful smelling mushrooms. How glorious.
"Enough longing" she thought, "I have to get moving". Hoisting her heavy body to a standing position, legs quivering momentarily as the powerful vixen gained her balance, Voodoo pondered upon which direction she should go. The sun was standing high in the sky, a glimmering orb of perfectly bright light which shone gracefully against her black pelt. Not knowing where else to go, she headed south. What was the difference in where she ended up anyway? Setting off at a brisk trot, she travelled. Perhaps a couple hours went by before she began to tire, more than likely due to the increasing humidity. The sun was beginning to disappear, and she noticed clouds rolling in that would probably block out most any moonlight there would have been. A quick glance around led her towards a small cluster of trees joined with the sound of water. Suddenly realizing just how thirsty she was, Voodoo plunged into the algae ridden water up to her stomach, and took a long drink, her velvety snout barely kissing the surface of the life-giving liquid. Before she could even begin to wonder about where on earth she was, Voodoo was startled by the snapping of twigs behind her. Moving surprisingly fast for her size, the vixen turned to face the sound, unafraid of what had caused it. "Hello?" she asked, and waited patiently for a response.
She was inspired by darkness, a seductress of shadow and spirit. What others might find bleak, Bain found beautiful. She was a coal-hued mistress, a lady of the night (of course, she would never sell her precious self - but she might do you a different favor). Bain traversed comfortably into every possible evil setting one could think of.
It was not that the silver dapple mare was inherently evil (who were we kidding, the woman was malevolent), but that she only desired to control and manipulate those below her. That is to say that she can respect and obey, but rarely does she find an equine that she truly respects - much less cares for and obeys. Bain was a child of blind ambition and reckless lust, a bastard consisting of bloody thorns and tangled vines. Truthfully, Bain was a mess of emotion contained within one singledrop of self-control.
Bain was young, a mere two years old and already full of contempt for the world. One could see it in the way she walked: the over-confident step of her hoof, the sensual sway of her hips, the glaring brilliance of her midnight blue eyes. Yet, Bain's derision was most plainly seen in her choice of words and her tone of voice, the slight raise of her eyebrow, and her blatant disregard for most (if all) life. There was a certain kind of madness that seeped from her and invaded the personal space of those in her surroundings. She was an easy target for harassment, for compliments, and for rape - but proximity soon convinced most equines otherwise. She danced with the beauty and elegance of a devoted priestess, drew you in with the purr of her diction and the roiling sapphire of her gaze. Bain's heart of hearts contains only a post-apocalyptic land ruled by toxic waste and wide-eyed innocents.
The gem was a wasteland, flesh stretched over a slowly decaying earth.
Where Bain found herself was typically the most unpleasant of lands. It was not that she wanted to live in a tortuous terrain, but that she delighted in the challenge (and found that residing in a land so unforgiving gave rise to the most delicious of rumors). It was true that the shimmering black diamond was still tangled in her youth, but it was also undeniably true that most ambition in youth lead to more power (power was a resource that never seemed to run dry, and Bain reveled in its reliability).
And so, Bain found herself walking proudly into the land of Ashundine. Of course, she was a newcomer, and knew nothing of it other than its name. The random equines that Bain stumbled upon were not typically of assistance; therefore, Bain decided she would have to search the lands herself (formulate her own opinions - what would have been wise in the first place, but youth blinded her "20/20" vision).
Velveteen and smooth, Bain slipped wildly through the web of foliage that populated Ashundine. She was invigorated by the waning light and humid air, delighted by the steaming terrain. The ground was damp; it gave way to the vixen's every whim (she thought it fate - what a land to rule!). As darkness creeped its damning fingers along the undergrowth, Bain slowed to match its speed. She moved with the shadows; became one with the newly nigrescent plants. The mare desired to feel the land, not just observe it, for she wanted to know its darkness.
A twig snapped as Bain came to an abrupt stop. She was fascinated by the water before her, and the gleaming charcoal treasure it contained. With a simple cock of her head, she registered the calm "Hello?"
Bain was not one to keep a princess waiting, and her words rolled sweetly off her tongue,
"You remind me of an abyss I once encountered."
And it was true, the smooth roll of the mare's shoulders reminded Bain of a split in the earth that had once fascinated her. It was attractive, the unsettling blackness of the femme's coat - and Bain wanted to document it.
Post by ~Stephykinns~ on Jul 11, 2014 12:33:20 GMT 10
You Remind Me Of The Babe
Voodoo certainly wasn't waiting for long before the stranger in front of her spoke. Auds pointed forward, like soldiers standing at attention, the sleek black beast listened carefully, eager to keep on the good side of whoever was standing in front of her. 'You remind me of an abyss I once encountered,' said the strange mare, her voice as soft as butter and smooth as silk. Unfortunately, Voodoo was confused. What was that even supposed to mean? Should she take it as a compliment? Or was the new equine mocking her? Her mind was whirring and trying to comprehend the words, and she very soon realized that she should probably say something or else be seen as some sort of unintelligent bimbo; and Voodoo was not about to be thought of that way. "Uh...Thanks, I guess?" she said, suddenly realizing just how little resemblance her voice held to that of most mares. While still certainly feminine, her voice was neither smooth nor high pitched, and instead reminded her of what she imagined a fem would sound like as a proud warrior. Flattered by the comparison she had made in her own head, Voodoo straightened herself and a small grin crawled across her muzzle.
The black vixen squinted her eyes, took a step forward and stretched out her silky neck just to try to see this new equine in the darkness. Despite her efforts, she could only make out a very vague silhouette of a figure standing before her. Sheesh, for loving the dark so much I sure can't see in it she joked in her mind. Very suddenly Voodoo felt a rush of nervousness rush through her, and she began to remember the cruelty that can, and often does, accompany darkness. She had seen, and been a part of, said cruelty on both the giving and receiving ends. And, quite frankly, while she understood it, she had never truly approved of the cruelty, however necessary or unnecessary it might seem. Then again, Voodoo didn't even like to accept that she had problems, let alone accept that violence could solve many of them.
Brushing off her fears she took a couple steps forward towards the bank, glistening water dripping off of her now-exposed coat, sounding off in faint 'drips' as they dived into the dark, green tinted pool below. Her eyes gleamed in the last remaining strips of light that had fought their way through thick clouds, and her velvety black pelt shimmered with a healthy glow. Letting out a gentle snort beforehand, Voodoo spoke again. "I'm Voodoo, though I've been called many things in the past. These lands are foreign to me, I'm not trespassing am I?" she asked. Even being alone, Voodoo didn't particularly fear the repercussions of trespassing, she wasn't one to back down, but she chose to avoid confrontation when she could. Why waste time fighting over a silly piece of land when she could just as easily find another place to lurk? No reason to stick around if she wasn't welcome, too much wasted energy on her part. But something about the stranger in front of her seemed oddly welcoming, though not exactly sweet, very much like darkness in an equine form; mysterious and terrifying only to those who do not know its true beauty.
