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Post by Aelis on Aug 14, 2006 17:01:32 GMT -5
Coal ebon frame beat across the lands, was she a threat? Yes. Maybe not in some souls eyes. Considering her breed, she wasn't as tall as she could be but she wasn't small either. Poison Ivy stood at 14 hands high. But you couldn't judge her by her height, she had more to her then meets the eye. Poison Ivy was no light-dweller, despite certain points of her outward physical attributes. It would be a lie to say she was as dark as they come because that would be giving too much praise to the forces of darkness and shadow. However, she was most certainly not one of the lightened alignment. Her heart, which some believed to be non-existent, has been covered by a frosted layer for all of her short life which nothing had yet managed to penetrate - not that Poison Ivy has made an effort to aid the cause. She feared nothing – not pain, loneliness nor death. However, she was a strong believer in fate and believed that everything happens for a reason, even the fact that she was not destined to live a trouble-free and joy-filled life as others before her have. But that doesn’t really bother her. Who in their right mind would want one anyway? Constant bliss and happiness got rather predictable after a while.
She wasn't one to take crap from anyone, no matter who you where. Annoy her and you asking for it. Though she usually had smart remarks it didn't mean she couldn't be happy at some points. All darks, whether they admit it or not had some light in them, unfortunately for them. And all lights had dark sides. Or so it seemed. Tresses and war flag flew in the wind like a kite. She hated it as much as she hated snow, it made her feel glossy, one of the feelings she hated above all others. Though it wasn't the top one. She flew over a log with ease and landed smoothly on the other side. She dashed across the river and finally came to a halt in the middle of a meadow. She wouldnt call out like a pathetic light, desperate for a home. In her opinion they would meet their end soon, so she could wait, she had a lifetime. She didn't need a home ASAP. No she was just here searching in case she did join a hellion. She still hadnt gotten over the last time, depressing? Oh yes. Actually they hit her harder then she could imagine. This was probably the lighter side of her, that little voice inside her head which was rarely heard. She really must be going insane, when did it come to this? A long time ago to saythe least, a long time ago. Not that long, but it did seem to be just that.
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Post by Roxie on Aug 14, 2006 18:19:54 GMT -5
And no tears will fall from these eyes... Demonic steed traveled through the rugged lands of claimance. Harks pricked and pinned at any note of lyrics from those who perhaps intreagued the bastard. Russet hued bulk heaved steadily toward a sight which had caught his sight a time before, a time he dare not remember. Dreads lashed into the atmosphere as plumage followed with wrestling his hocks. Apex bobbed to every stride pushed out upon the lithsophere, as sad dishes were left by ebon flints, cracking upon the dry flora as he manuvered himself skillfully toward the iron bytch. He knew not of how she would react, or how she would take his pushy sense of humor, but no matter, he liked the ones who fought him. A sense of chase brought out the maniac inside of him. Demonic smirk took over ashen mug as he moved closer and closer every second, dawning on the essa. She had better be prepared, for he would not play nice once he was released. Foam dripped from ashen mug as the demon manuvered closer, and closer to his prey. Bodice halted next to the essa. Some how, she seemed fermiliar.Labriums parted as cold lyrics escaped into the lithosphere, "My, my, what do we have here? A black eyed bytch. I be Phantasim. What is it I shall call you instead of black eyes bytch?" Yes, maybe he was a little rude, cold, and sarcastic, but what did you expect, a knight in shining armer to sweep you off your feet? Ha! He was a demon in a black cloak with silver spikes and horns, coming to demonically swoon you into joinning him, and be his slave, forever. OOC| Sorry its soo short, I'm a little low on muse.
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Post by Aelis on Aug 15, 2006 11:53:36 GMT -5
(Im the same dont worry)
Poison Ivy looked at him, he looked like someone she may have layed eyes upon once before. It was possible she had been many places. Poison Ivy didnt reply right away, she took her time to ponder his question. His voice echoed in her mind, so firmiler. Surely she didnt know him? Or well anyways. She finally spoke, some minutes later in the form of only two words. Poison Ivy she replied in rather flat tones. She wasnt all that difficult to get along with, it was just getting past the outer shell of her, which few had managed to do. She had fallen for one in her lifetime. Yet she had suffered two losses. Three actually. She let her gaze drift around for a moment as well as her mind also. So many memories she could remember, so many of them she hated to think about. So very, very many. And yet why didnt she break down? A question with an answer she may never know.
Poison Ivy shifted her weight. Actually he could take his pick on a name she didnt give a d**n. She had so many alias's it wasnt funny anymore. Listing a few. Poison, Ivy, or PI. And thats only three out of many. She had gotten weird ones such as Poison I or P Ivy really, really weird and rather iritating. A chilly breeze suddenly rustled the leaves around them, quite unexpected, and un-nessicary. What had become of 'The One'? That she didnt know, she left the lands before she could find out, but a terrible fate awaited her if she didnt, was it worth leaving? Or should she had risked death, or worse? She really did know now that she thought about it, all the thoughts were jumbled up inside her head and she couldnt tell one from the other. As her mind, attention and gaze was focoused back on him, she reconized the name, but where. She had taken a nasty blow to the head in a fight she ahd with a fellow dark and she never did remember everything quite clearly.
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Post by Roxie on Aug 15, 2006 13:30:24 GMT -5
To remember, it hurts... Demonic stag watched as the black eyed bytch announced herself as Poison Ivy. He pondered the name, it seemed so farmilliar, and for some reason he did not wish to force claim this essa. Apex bobbed as he approved of her. She seemed well fit as a high position in his lands, perhaps queen? Occuli softened as he knew he had met her somewhere before. Harks pinned as her cold tones, announcing her curse filled the chilled atmosphere. Sharp snort escaped as salmons vibrated. Flints barely moved as appendages stayed put. Dreads flew in the winds as it picked up. He smirked as the weather became increasingly cold. A sign? He didn't belive in it. For he was suppose to be dead right now, due to the storms of a long time ago, he lost his love, she left him, seemingly to die. Occuli looked into the abyss as he exaimned her, while not looking at her. Again he bobbed boa, in his mind, she was his already, but he knew in her mind, she wanted nothing to do with him. Of course he was a devil in diguse, and he would do what he knew how to do best, persuade. Labriums parted as ice cold lyrics escaped into the atmosphere to chill it all the more, "Posion Ivy eh? Well, as long as we are aqquainted, we mine as well be open. Posion Ivy.. m'lady, do you have room in your heart to love again, or have you like I lost in the game of love?" Of course he had to know, before he could ask anymore, he had to be sure there was room for trust, passion, and jelousy, romance, and love to grow, it needed to be possible, for them to be. Russet hued stag waited for the essa to reply. He seemed more patient with her, and perhaps more courteous. Plumage tickled hocks now as the winds died down, and his hunger did too. He no longer felt the erge to claim every mare possible, he wanted a few, and her, to be his queen. And he thought he would never love again, but something about this vixen, made him already know her, like he had loved her forever, it was odd, and maybe, true?
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Post by Aelis on Aug 18, 2006 18:24:50 GMT -5
She wasnt usually this easy to get along with, true she wasnt that difficult but usually she would have pulled out mind games by now. Just one of those things she may never, ever understand. Just like why she seemed to fall from broken wings every time she found some sort of happiness. Yet again, something she would never understand. Maybe she wasnt supposed to find happiness and have it last, maybe she was to move along just as the way it seemed. But life was weird, and someday she would just have to learn to accept that afct, a simple fact of life which she was having trouble comprehending at the present time. Yet again the softer, more kinder side of the mare speaking. She couldnt expect to much from him either, she never did get her hopes up anymore because it always just backfired. And as his words veered her away from her thoughts she really had to stop and ponder this question.
-Unfinished-
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