> [ANGEL] with c h e r r y lips

[Pandora]

Don't try to tempt me with your words


» Flints pounded against the hard terrain of the earth, forcing forward a larger structure set evenly over four well-built limbs. Winds cut at her flanks, drying out the smooth skin lain gently across her bodice. Harks pinned against crown, erected for a reason in a way that corrupted her beauty. She wasn't only just another femme coming to be claimed by a stallion that supposedly will sweep her off her feet. No. The only reason she was here was for the mere reason that she would be nothing without anything. Wasn't this right? It was the simple logic of the matter that attracted her to this source, nothing more. Not the sounds of the earth nor the joy and wonderment of being brought home again. After what had happened previously she should be insane to be returning. Heh, but who said she wasn't? Tracks of her own stained the photographic image of the earth, indications of inner rage symbolized in every step. It was written in the very hollowness of her orbs. Who couldn't see such darkness? No, she didn't classify herself as an 'evil follower of Satan', but she did follow her beliefs. It was just herself. A villain.

» The endless waves in the foliage surrounding her was proof of the sightless winds that cut across the sky like daggers. The sun began to set and leave the earth lonely. Dusk was the result, and just as the natural light of the world faded, that was when the truth was released: Pandora's true form. Sinew began to tense within her as pistons stopped their movement, causing her to halt in her step. Snort released from paper-thins. Harks remained in their position: pinned. Boa reached upward, causing the curve of her spine to slope down and rise just over her rump in an elegant form. Slim figure hesitated before weight shifted to her hind quarters, allowing fore-flints to lift from their ground's safe touch. She released her grip, and it resulted in a high rear, lifting her tiara high into the sky. It seemed she danced this way for hours, stone-like scythes tearing at the weightless winds. Tassels flew from her bod, floating in the sky as if they were their own lives, running without a care in the world. Elevation continued, longing to reach her maximum hight. It seemed gravity let go as she reached away, trying with all might to escape this world and all the insane, catastrophic, beautiful happening it brought with it. Pathetic was how she always thought them to be, but what did she know? She was just another organism of the earth, playing her role while it lasted. She had no choice to be a subject to its mighty power. She had no will to roam aimlessly over its crusted top. It wasn't her choice, so why did she do it?

» After what seemed to be hours, her bodice fell back to the earth with a trembling thud. The sound was as if the earth beneath her shattered, crumbling at her furious rage. Her weight was transferred to her fore-pistons, in turn allowing her rump to lift into the lithosphere, aimless kicks able to escape from behind forming bucks of her uttermost strength. It was not intimidation or any sort of show-off. It meant nothing to others as far as she was concerned. It was only, once again, being herself. An attitude she could call her own. Of course, she didn't always go throwing bucks about at just random times. Whenever she was alone, it always helped to trap her mind other places and just try escaping. Just pulling away from reality. Who cares if they see me, right, precious? Thoughts of the moment carried on through her mind as words like poison drained in her. She thought dramatically, letting nothing slip from her silken plush and escape into the hands of other beings. They were her thoughts. Only her thoughts. Her possessions. Her secrets. Others had no right into her mind, and that was how it would remain. So long as she was silent, her thoughts were secure and safe. That was how she thought.

» Pistons began their motion once more, bringing forth her bodice toward more of the center of the land rather than stranding herself on the outer rim. Perhaps there she would get noticed quicker. It didn't matter to her who came, only as if she would be treated with respect. Who could make her feel good? Who would make her feel worth their time? Would someone willing to protect make their appearance here and charm her in their entrancement, making her in turn follow them under their spell? Was there such a thing as this fantasy? Who understood the ways of the mysterious female? Hah, such a question to ask a stag. It was an obvious answer, wasn't it? No stallion could understand her feelings, or could they? Smirk twisted her plush as she continued forth. I should ask them that. I wonder what their reaction would be? What a laugh if they had no response. What a waste, as well. Too bad the pathetic onces are usually the cute ones. O well, I have better things to do. Thoughts ended in a careless tone, yet no one knew of how she spoke within her mind. There was no one to listen. No one to care. No one to remark. No one to answer. So what was the point? A mere chuckle escaped as she continued forth, not caring to think any more than she had for the rest of the trip. There was no point until she reached her destination, was there? Not a chance.

» Soon enough motion stopped once more. Stride broke to allow bod to halt and crown to tilt slightly to the side in curiosity. Well, she half expected the place to be swarming with other mares awaiting their true love to come and rescue them. The thought of it nearly made her chuckle under her breathe, but cool, dark orbs held no change, no humor, no feeling to them. They were hollowed out as if emotionless, and yet they were. Her trademark. Whipcord lashed against flanks as pistons brought her near a small pond covering the ground nearby. Boa extended toward the floor and plush was eagerly dipped into the cool liquid. The moist wetness felt good against her throat, quenching her thirst that she had had for quite some time now. It wasn't top priority all the time to tend to her needs. She had learned to ignore them for the most part, but she always gave in and fed her body regularly. Otherwise she would be skin and bones. It hadn't occurred to her that eating was healthy. Most of the time when hunger came she ate only a portion and went on her way. It wasn't like her to waste time, even if it were for a good cause. But whatever. She was weird like that. It was just like herself to be that way. Nothing else would change her look on things. Not because everyone else was doing it or because the crowd was going there. It was always herself she cared for. There was big problem number one.

» Orbs peered into the distance as she finished her drink. Stance was renewed as tiara pulled back to match the height of her withers. Simple snorts of various kinds indicated her pleasure in being content with herself for the time being. A smirk reappeared upon her smooth velvets as she glared forward. She half expected a stallion to be standing there waiting for her to be done drinking, but there was none of the sorts. She was alone, unless, of course, others were standing just over the hill to her rear, which was unlikely due to the eery quietness and the darkness dusk left behind. So, this was how it was going to be. I really didn't plan on waiting too long. Damn it, I thought this would be easy. With all the commotion in this dark land there was bound to be at least one other equine, but not a single soul roamed the terrain she could see. Perhaps elsewhere, but not here. Not in sight. What shame. Maybe night will still be intact by the time she found herself a new home, either that or morning. Surely before then. Surely her first try will be success. Hopefully. Was it all worth the wait? Did she really want a life behind a stallion's rule? But then again, what else was there? Beyond that there wasn't much option. This was why she was here. Did she have a choice?

» Pistons turned her bodice to face away from the pond. Orbs never removed the gaze from the hill as she twisted around. Hollow, emotionless ooids glared coldly forward. Harks suddenly pricked, the first time coming from their previous position. Interesting to see her so curious about this. She usually cared nothing about her surroundings and the things that interested others. She wasn't attracted in the same detail. It was all a blur to her. But, then again, she was herself, so everything should be perfectly clear in her own eyes. Why was there a question? Smirk faded from features as aggravation settled in. If it wasn't to be soon when a stallion appeared, then why not make herself at home? Paper-thins flared as the nearby scents were taken in, examined, and released in a disappointed huff. Velvets parted impatiently before allowing a scream to pierce the skies above. It traveled across the lithosphere, hopefully to another's hearing. Surely this would bring attention. If not, she didn't know what would. How else would she grasp their interest? Marching straight into their land and demanding a home and shelter? At whatever cost she was demanding someone to show. Surely they would be drawn to her. Beauty? Perhaps. Lust? If so, shame on them. Polite instincts? Screw it. Plans? They wouldn't include her. So, what else was left? Just another mare they could call their own? Well, perhaps they could persuade her into something. It would be difficult, no doubt, but they would find perfect use for her. Pandora was not a rip off. She knew her balance and wasn't afraid to show it. True, she spoke her mind, but she was useful. A trade would work best. Stallions would have to make sacrifice, no doubt.


they're poison

[A B A C C U S]

.x| He was proud, always perfectly dignified and so level headed, or atleast light headed for a dark king. To any other alliance the beast would be seen as having a liquid temperment, but not his oh no the darks could never fail to surprise the king as he had seen them all at their best and worst times. Somehow they were all alike, all were nasty, with liquid tempers, were always beautiful, strange. Infact, now that he was thinking about it, their plans to do bad to the lights were always similar no matter which land they were in, they always took something and the two alliances went to war over it, sometimes involving a middle army full of neutrals or loners. Rolling his optics the king stood on the peak of his land in the center of the circle of dead trees and vowed quietly that he would not be just another dark king, not not Abaccus. The air was crisp today making the entire world wonderful smelling sweetly of fresh spring plants, the cool air mad him feel in excellent shape, and though he liked winter he was tired of being cold and wet. Bored? Oh yes, the king was miserably bored, this land had once been thriving with creatures who lived to reek havoc upon those of their own alliance and those of other alliances, but those who chose to stay seemed to have thinned out, what had happened to everyone?

.x| "Ah, how nice would it be to have power of many great equines, its top that there are none here." His voice was light and airy as nothing had angered him lately the king who would soon be known for throwing temper tantrums was calm atlast, peaceful, probably as peaceful as he would ever be. Black holes of eyes scanned the land with careful precision, had anything been out of place the king would have noticed it, and though something seemed out of place he couldn't quite put a hoof on what it was. Shrugging it off he moved from his standing position picing his way down the great hill with great leaps and bounds, reckless that could be the death of him if he was not more careful. Yet they say with age comes wisdom and concidering he was only about six he had plenty of time to gain wisdom. As he took his last bound from the ledge he moved into a fluid trot tucking his head showing an emense neck muscle, the feeling of the self made breeze through his nape and whipcord flowed like water over a river bed. Abaccus could harly stand to stay at a trot so he moved into a swift canter his proud figure staying just as proud as it had ever been the king was not one to hide his authority.

.x| Spotting the pond he came to a walk and bent his head to drink the water was stale, hell the only time the water in that the hole in the ground was when it rained. Pinning his auditives in disgust Abaccus moved onward with a snake like look upon his face, but it was then that he scented the presence of another. Lanterns flickered with wonder and then turned back to agression probably an intruder what would this other want? Stepping forward he spotted the other, it was a vixen, but still he knew that vixens though not usually as strong as hellions could be even worse with their clever ways and beauty. This one was the color of midnight and smaller then most he saw 'round here but she was still beautiful. Stepping forward he grunted to see her reaction, would it be fear, or anger? He had noticed that most mares would turn in fear and then to anger but he waited to see if she would surprise him with a different reaction.

.x| Smiling he spoke, "'Lo wench, what is your business on the kings acursed lands? For now he wouldn't reveal himself to her, but play the part of the king's messenger or something rediculous like that. Now Abaccus was a good looker himself, he was tall and well toned looking like a bronze sea when his muscle rippled under his coat. A long forelock hid his face from others hiding his expressions from others unless he was angry, it seemed that his anger could radiate through stone walls. A colorless stripe like a lightning bolt made its way down his face exploding to white flames at his maw. His face was arched out a bit and when he was in a 'frame' it seemed that his front half could form a circle. Abaccus was well porportioned and made him appear even more hadsome then his other features allowed him to be. Tossing his head the stallion smirked looking to her curiously, all he wanted to know was who in all hell this one thought she was tromping onto his land, she couldn't have though he wasn't going to find him. No, she didn't seem stupid, but he could only wonder what her intentions were.

OOC: Sorry I have absolutly no muse...