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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 2, 2005 22:52:05 GMT -5
Now was the time, she was alone, none nearby, not even Amulet, just Glass Rose and the whispering sounds of the creek. Just how she liked it. Everyone needed some time away from the herd life, to get away from the hustling and the bustling, the talking and the worst... the rumors.
Rumors were going around, spreading like a plaugue. The darks were returning, waiting to pounce, but who would believe such jibberish? After her King, the King defeated the Dark Lord himself? There was no way that the darks could have returned, she saw them flee, watched them run. It was an amazing site to see, the darks had always said 'Fight to the death.' But most of the dark equines seemed to be fleeing instead of fighting.
The glossy coat of the silver femme shined gorgeously, absorbing the suns rays. Her ivory pelt blended perfectly with her surroundings, she seemed as if she belonged there. All around the beauty lay bright objects, plants, the shimmering stream, the sun shining 'pon the grass.
OOC: This is ONLY for the two people, Luc's Curse, and Illusion to reply to, it is for the deciding for the 'Dark Stag' I know LC won't be back 'till Friday so if Illusion doesn't post by then or Saturday morning, LC gets the position. How will you make the stag approach? Showing his true side as a joke? Or in a seductive manner, sucking up to the queen? You choose, which do you think she'll like better, refer to her personality if needed.
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 5, 2005 3:35:08 GMT -5
The black pelt of the stag shone beneath the sun’s hot rays. Dark as midnight some would say, or sleek as a raven’s feathers. Whichever one would choose to believe, the color of his canvas matched the color of his heart. Indeed, it was cold and hard as the rocks that lined the bed of the creek he strode beside. He seemed to be reflecting on thoughts within his soul. Of course, this was simply his appearance on the outside. Deep within his solid heart, a message was churning. It was a message that had spurred on the Darks during the great war.
At that time, he had been but a youngling. Still he had been there, even joined the fight. Until they were forced to retreat. From Lights! The outrage was enough to make his blood boil over like a pot that had been over the burner for far too long. That was the reason. The reason of this new start. A new beginning for the Darks. A rebellion.
Rebirth…
The word seemed to echo over and over in the streams constant murmurs. As he continued, further into the land, his auds left their laid back position. He was not here to fight. Although his goal was to win. But in a much different matter. A matter of the heart. Yes, he had to win over the heart of a mare. It had been done before; so he was not a new player to this game. The stakes were quite high. Very high. But not a single thought of failure seeped into the distant mind of this stag. No, no… Only victory remained. Only he would succeed at this mastermind of a plot. Only he.
He had been able to gather several trustworthy Darks and had also found a secret place for them to bide there time. Although, he was sure their idle hooves would find trouble in due time… Then again, if they dared disobey his orders, they were in risk of never taking another life-giving breath. Oh, there were some silly rumors going about with the Lights. Not that they would believe it. No one could doubt him. Not while he was in his prime, ready for the role he was now taking upon his broad shoulders.
Breathers flared, taking in the scent of others. He was not alone in the terra, which had been certain for quite a time now. But though his darkened orbs scanned o’er many of the equines that wandered about, he still searched. Meandering in the shade of a tree, better known as a weeping willow to the two-leggeds, nostrils captured and drew in the scent of a lovely dove. A rose. Yes, that would be better fitting. And his ‘transformation’ was complete. He was now a so-called Light stallion.
Twas a pity this Glass Rose was not a Light. She had the looks of an angel. This was not dished out quite so often in the world he lived in. Forelock was cast to the side of his visage, a calm, gentle light danced in his occuli, which not gave the appearance of being dark amber in hue. Muscles rippled smoothly as thick nape was bent into a curve. The hanging branches of the willow parted and caressed his ample platform as he passed through. A soft sigh left his lips, one of thought and care. Daggers dug softly into the loam, dragging him closer to the moon-washed femm.
Attic was tossed lightly, pool gazing o’er to the fae. Tassle swished a bit, as if deciding to say anything to the mare. She looked rather troubled and worried. Biting his lower lip, the stag glanced downward, and then up towards her again. He cleared his throat a bit sheepishly, swallowing his nervousness.
“M’lady… I-I do not mean to bother you, but you seemed to be so… lonely.” His dial was tilted away from her at a slight angle, glancing, once more, to her façade in a moment. “Again, I am sorry for wasting your time… It is just, that on a beautiful day such as this, one must not ponder upon such dreadful thoughts. Even I had to clear my mind of those grey, cloudy things that wished to grab hold of me.” He would have nudged her softly, but clearly was trying not to be opposing. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. Nothing would deter him from his plan…
It was a good thing she could not peer into the darkened corners of his mind and heart. Oh, then it would certain give her a fright! Inwardly, he smirked. But on the outside, a smile wove its way onto his mug. Hoping to hear a reply from her, searching for an accepting look or word. As if he was hungry for company. In reality, he craved her blood.
Just wait. In time, he would unravel to the center, the sweet middle of this plot. But not, he would just nibble at the edge, slowly moving further into it. Waiting, to make the next move. Like a coiled serpent, staring with beady eyes at the one who dared oppose him. Hissing venomously, just waiting for the perfect moment to snap his jaws ‘round her innocent little face. Ready to attack.
My, she was a pretty little doll. Such features. In the future… Oh, he had many plans for her. Many plans for all of those little things called Lights. He would endure the sickly sweet smell of the flowers around him; he would endure having to live in the presence of the Lights… He would do all this.
All for a kingdom.
All for the Darks who honored him as Lord.
This was the life; this was what he lived for. It was his destiny and it was time for him to fulfill that role.
It was time.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 5, 2005 11:13:11 GMT -5
OOC: *gulp* Wow....both rockin posts...
1. Luc
2. Illusion
3. Morbidly Insane
There they are! If Luc goes inactive, Illusion gets the job...if illusion goes inactive, MI gets the job...then it rotates. Thanks you sooooo much! It took me like 20 minutes to choose! I will delete Illusions post after you both have seen this.
Great job! You are both awesome rpers! What I'll do though... Illusion, you can make sereg still rp, but he can be just a regular stag...not as big of a role, but I hope its OK! You can Have Sergeg join Glass Rose's herd if you wanna...just trying to make everyone content...please don't be disappointed! They were both awesome!!!!
Thanks...
Glass Rose
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 5, 2005 13:20:08 GMT -5
OoC||
I am in the number one position? *faints*
Wow.
*gets up and shakes Morbid and Illusion's hands* You guys rock!
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 5, 2005 13:52:41 GMT -5
OOC: Yep.. congrats Luc! Meh post now!
White-washed mare lifted her crown to spot a handsome, ebony stag approach her, well maybe it wasn't her he was coming to speak to. Rose looked behind her to see if there was another horse in the area, none. A smile grew across her maw as she grasped the fact that there was another equine her to talk to. One that she hadn't met before.
Maybe he didn't know her position... even better. Glass Rose liked meeting others personally and get to know their personality around other average equine before announcing her true title. The mare watched the stallion as he drew closer and closer to her until he stood before her. Wow. Was the mare's sole thought, for once, Rose allowed herself to look at a stallion. Admiringly. The first time since... since, Knight. Remembering him, she lifted her orbs to his own, the twinkle in them was unmistakeable, so kind and warm, it brought happiness to her own occuli.
Rose heard his lyrics and the thouht at hand whooshed back to her. The rumors. She thought. Her mind raced to think of a reply, to ask him for help, to ask the stag for a word of advice. But he already handed it out, already spoken it. His words were calming to her, eased her sorrows and the thoughts of Knight, but he was still there, as if he were watching her. I'm sorry. She thought to Knight, she said it in a whisper as well, but it could easily be mistaken as a breath of wind. Rose didn't know why she felt so guilty... she didn't like this new stallion... right?
Her slightly darker tassels were brushed slightly to the side, the creme strands almost identical with her pearly coat. Rose watched the stag, for a moment, doing her best to keep her orbs from wandering anywhere besides his optics. I'm Glass Rose, Rose if you must. May I know your calling? She asked him, her smile bright and happy as always.
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Post by [Illusion] on Nov 5, 2005 16:24:24 GMT -5
Phweee!! *huggles Luc* Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D (heh, meh is hyper)
Hmm, I was thinking about what to do with Sereg. Maybe he could be a dark spy in Roses' herd and only 'the dark stallion' knows about it, not even the other darks. Just an interesting thought. Though of course it's completely your decision. ;D
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 5, 2005 16:48:35 GMT -5
He could see that at first, his approach to her had been of mild surprise. What a perfect moment. His gentle orbs held her gaze captive as he patiently waited for her to speak. There was no rush at all. Indeed, the land itself was a calming one, the liquid sounds of the stream helping along the way. The scene was set. But it was no longer a play that he rehearsed privately. Now was opening day. Now was his moment to shine.
And shine he did.
Though he withheld from showing off, his masculine form needed no extra primping. Although several scars marred his pelt, they were not very noticeable and he had a ready excuse if she inquired about it. Oh, he had a whole story for her. Not one single bit of it was true, but it was very easy to believe. His entire lifetime had been planned out. Not a stone left unturned. That was why he was so confident about this, so at ease with his current surroundings. And this was just the start. The games had not yet begun.
But he knew well enough to take it easy. He was a Light now, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And no one could tell, for his costume fit him like a glove. Auds pricked forwards attentively to catch a small murmur pass through her lips. But he was unable to decipher it, as if it was some sort of secret code. This did not bother him in the least for she was seemingly contemplating her next words of speech that she would direct to him.
Her words flowed out smoothly, with simple elegance. She was the Queen of Lights… The one, delicately shaped rose he was after. He would shatter her and her followers into tiny pieces. He would crush and rip every petal of hers. He couldn't wait for that day. It would be pure fun. A sinister chuckle was laid still deep within his chest. No, no… No tome for that not. But, back to the matter at hand. Orbs shone with joy, no longer finding any reason to worry for the fae before him. His past melody had soothed her soul. Instead, he dipped his dial in respect to her.
"Lady Rose…" he said, tones rich and deep, ringing with honesty. "Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Nape was raised slightly to the level she held her own dial. The wind gently played about with his silken, raven tresses, lifting them off his muscular crest, and then laying them still again. Knifes remained planted firmly into the earth, holding him erect, like a soldier reporting for duty to his commanding officer. As several insects buzzed and landed upon his hide, pendulum flicked across his barrel, scaring them off to find a less alert victim.
He took in a breath of the cool air, orbs steady and reflective. "I have but a simple name... For my parents blessed me as Luc." This alias has been easily chosen. Just cut off the 'Curse' part of it and there you have a Light name. Or so it seemed…
Deceiving were his looks and words. But none would ever know until it was too late. Too late for them to do anything but plead for his mercy. He would never listen to their cries. He would be cruel and harsh. He would be King over them all. And they would be slaves to him. That's what Lights were for anyways. They didn't need all this power. Only the Darks needed this. It would all get to their heads; the Darks could control the power. And he would gain that power for them.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 6, 2005 18:23:47 GMT -5
He was still there, by the creek, just watching the two equines before him, Knight was still there. I-I-I can't do this... Rose thought to herself, shaking her pearly crown, diverting her orbs to the ground below her. The thought of the previous King brought happy memories to her, which made her glasses well up with tears. None fell, but the water was there. Refusing to lift her crown, Rose calmed herself down, reminding herself that Knight had lived a happy life. The tears soon dried and she lifted her crown and she spoke softly. Sorry... just remembering something.
Glass Rose looked to Luc her orbs a slight pink color from the watering of her eyes but besides that, she looked normal. Ivorn dove heard his words, and once again, she was calmed, his deep, rumbling tones relaxed her. Returning to her normal self, Rose listened to his blessing, Luc. Simple, yet it suits you well. She smiled, the stray thoughts of Knight only made her hesitate for a moment. She yearned to hear his voice again, so soothing, so charming.
OOC: Sorry! Really no muse!
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 7, 2005 16:28:46 GMT -5
Stag of pure ebon watched as the Queen seemed to struggle with something. That was, of course, understandable. And he thought he knew the reason.
She had had a former King that had ruled loyally beside her. No doubt they had loved each other dearly. What trash it all was. He was here to take that place, for once and for all. His name had been something fancy… Knight, was it? Yes, that sounded right. Now the memories flooded him. His sire, the great Lucifer, had ended that Light’s life. Sadly, his sire had been wounded in battle and was forced to call their troops back in a full retreat.
Luc would have snorted, but this was supposed to be a serene moment and it would not fit in very well.
So his occuli filled with gentle concern, detecting a faint, faint scarlet hue in the ivory fae’s orbs when she looked up at him. A small smile flickered upon his maw at her words; dial was dipped yet another time.
“M’lady, you flatter me with your words,” he said, a charming little tease in his voice. He only wanted to cheer her spirits up. Perhaps he could help her in some way. It was terribly sad to see in her such a mood.
He had not been there for the death of the Light Lord, but he wished that he had. It would have been a wonderful experience. After that, his sire only rose in power. Unfortunately, the breed of true Darks had slowly died away, leaving him, Luc’s Curse, to finish what his sire had started long ago. At first, Luc had strived to become what his father had once been. And now, he realized that he was so much more.
Quenching the restless spirit that lurked within him, Luc shifted his weight upon strong, sturdy pillars. Muscles gliding beneath his hide, twitching softly as a stray fly perched on his shoulder. Vocals were soothing and calm as he spoke again.
“I do so hate to see a troubled mare, especially one as lovely you, Rose,” he said, seemingly genuine and real. “I-I can not help but ask if you are truly alright…”
He had learned and grown in the Darks ways. The veins ran deep, and it was as if there could be no other equine to take the place of his sire. Even now, the thought of Lucifer was cast away into the back of his mind, hid away in the shadowed places. He was entirely focused on the delicate Glass Rose. She had to be handled tenderly. It would be no good at all to drop her now. He had to raise her spirits, get to know her better, and be the Light stallion that would fill the empty hole in her heart.OoC|| I ad-libbed the part about Luc’s sire killing Knight. I can edit it, if you wish me to do so. 
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 7, 2005 19:24:42 GMT -5
OOC: Thats fine!
The look in his orbs soothed her fast-paced heartbeat, so caring. He barely knew her yet he seemed so concerned and worried about her. Rose found herself warmed by his vocals once more, this time, she spoke to herself. Knight would want me to be happy... for me to continue on. The mare reassured herself, a smile crossed her maw at the thought of relaxing, continuing with her life after the incident. But no, Rose would never forget.
His next words summoned a blush to her pearly cheeks, this time, she allowed them to shine. Her guilt was past now, Rose felt better. I'm fine... well, I am now at least. The mare managed a smile as she looked to the handsome stallion but lowered her gaze as she met his. His eyes. She thought, their image shining vividly in her mind. So stunning.
OOC: Can't think...sorry! No muse!!!!
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 7, 2005 20:53:17 GMT -5
OoC|| It’s totally alright. You’ve been very active, and I can’t complain. Forgive me if my posts get shorter and ramble. xD
For a moment longer all was silent except for the cheery songs of the birds as they flitted past, heading south for the wintertime. Luc’s lower jaw had fallen open the slightest bit as he gazed at Glass Rose in awe. Swallowing and composing himself after a minute, he coughed, clearing his throat. He looked rather sheepish at her, glancing away quickly. Dial slowly angling back to her, he smiled. It was with the innocence of an angel that he did so and even his words seemed to come from heaven.
“I am so sorry, M’lady… it’s just-it was just…” he faltered, stuttering in his speech, orbs intense and bold, as he thought, searching for the right words. “…your eyes… They sparkle like precious jewels...” he managed to say, voice breaking off hoarsely in his apparent bashfulness.
Heh. He had been able to pull it off. Well, of course, he wouldn’t know until she told him. And it didn’t have to be in words, he could read body language very well. This acting game was rather fun and exciting. But it was not even comparable to what was in store for the Lights. He thought about it, dreamed about it, and would have talked about it if he had not been here. It was his life. He couldn’t say that enough.
Things were going so wonderfully. Like a dream. And that dream would later turn into a horrible nightmare. Luc entertained these thoughts often and it gave him great joy in doing so. What luck he had. To be the chosen one.
Perhaps a near visit in the future to his ‘troops’ would be good. He did not want them to get restless. But first, he needed to settle things with the Queen.
Glancing about the land curiously, he snorted softly, turning back to her. ”I have not seen much of these lands, M’lady. Do you suppose it would be too much to show me around?” he inquired, respectfully.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 7, 2005 22:13:35 GMT -5
He seems so shy, yet his words are bold. Thought the mare, raising her crown to study Luc. His words brought happiness and hope to her heart, no one had said that... not since- I'm not thinking of him... he wants me to continue with my life... Rose shook her mug slightly in thought before looking back to the stag before her. Her noble locks were behind her audits, well out of the way of her vision, so she could see him without difficulty.
Her words in response did not come, for she was at aloss of what to say in response. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's just being kind... you mustn't think Luc wanting to be... more than a friend. Rose paused for a moment in mid-thought. A friend? I just met him... yet I think of him as a friend... how strange. I'm just a ratty old mare... he's a- a handsome... Her thoughts trailed off and a slightly dreamy look passed over her face momentarily.
Her words came easily, as if she weren't thinking of what she was saying, she felt as if she would do anything for Luc, just to show him how she felt. He was different. Was he the one? It would be my pleasure to show you around.
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 8, 2005 0:20:39 GMT -5
This was a time when Luc wished that he could read minds. It would be a cunning like trick to have rolled up your sleeve. Of course, it might get a bit annoying when you hear things but could not mention them. Yet it was a thought to ponder on. The raven hued stallion was not one to do such a thing, for in seconds the thought was whisked away with no farewell at all. He had much more important matters at hand.
Watching her attentively, he was able to detect the faint, dream-like look that floated onto her façade. He smiled, a rather handsome smile as one would call it. Auds alertly swiveled forwards to hear her gentle reply. Pendulum swished against his hinds in a contented manner. His smile broadened at her words, orbs twinkling with friendliness. Knee was bent as his boa was arched, performing a sweeping bow. Lifting his crania, his smile was still present.
“After you… Rose,” he said, having very good manners for a stallion in this age and time. It was also the first time he had called her by her nickname. And he said it in a slightly different tone. A private way, a way that only she would notice. As if they had a happy secret shared.
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Post by |Glass Rose| on Nov 8, 2005 20:59:48 GMT -5
The Queen thought that there was some secret between them; neither could speak of, yet it was there, in both of their minds and actions. Always happy...cheerful, makes me happy... Rose thought with a cheerful smile across her face. The dove gazed at the stallion, allowing herself to take in his features. But of course, the queen didn't want to be unladylike so she placed her optics back onto his own.
Glass Rose heard his words and a sudden tingle of delight went through her. Does this mean that we're friends? Calling me without the formal adressing? The mare smiled to herself before replying. Let us go then. with that, the ivorn beauty trotted ahead towards her land. Sapphire Oasis.
OOC: Can you make a thread there?
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Post by -|Luc's Curse|- on Nov 9, 2005 13:14:51 GMT -5
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