Edge and a Charm

[[Masque];;]

She had escaped, atleast. The fire was somehting that she never wanted to experiance again. Patriot was no longer hers. She didn't know if he had made it out or not. The looming darkness over the land made her smile. She was no greiving over the loss of her love. But she wasn't happy about it either. The pregnant dog now walked along the vally full of loners. The sight of stalky stallions trying to win others hearts was sad, mostly because of the mares they chose where easy to get. After a while of wandeing Masque found her self here. Quite depressing actually. Masque was here on a thread of hope though. Maybe Patriot was still alive or maybe she could find some other dark stallion who would be better and stronger than he. Not likely.

The male spices where a waste of time. They usually had two things on their mind, Power and sex. This one mare particularly hated Stallions. They only brought her misfortune and hate. yet, she found herself wandering along in the one valley where mares came to get hitched. Stupid, really but maybe it would benefit her.

The mare could be picture perfect, if you squinted your eyes a little. Her black and white coat was tattered from 7 years of harsh life. Thick bony ribs spoked out of her round quarter horse sides. Her eyes where probably the most beautiful part about her, glowing of sapphire. Her blue eyes, although different, where captivating if she let you in. One could fall instantly in love with her, by just a glance. Although she was malnourished, her muscles where well formed and toned.

Her black and white frame moved over the tarra once more. A smirk on her face. She moved though the grounds with such grace, such poise. Even if her mud caked body wasn't very lady like, the way she held herself was. Every equine she passed seemed to back off, in hopes she wouldn't notice them. She grinned, taking pride in making the others fear her.

Finally, she halted by a pool of water. The night coming closer and closer. A scream was released into the air. A seductive lure, yet a warning. She was an Edge, and a charm.

[U.nsung H.ero™]

Soldier waked in,pilars swaying with the movement of his bod.He halted when he saw the vixen.He proceded with caution,not knoing if she was friendly or not.Soldier cast his visionaries over her.She was probably through a lot,het thought.He walked up to her and stopped.He slid his nape down to the terra,then back up again.Hello miss.I bring you no harm on this crisp day.I am Soldier,may I know your dubbance and alliance?He was staring into her crystal eyes.They were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

(not a huge amount of muse,sorry)

[B.oya]

Elite

The large, procelain brujo wandered in. He pricked his thorns, his cold voids spotting a minxen, and another brujo. He smirked, letting out a small chuckle. Sharp daggers dug into the moist sod, grasping it as he stepped. His pillars strode widely, all moving at different times. He cracked his whipcord against his flank. Nares flared as he got nearer to them. He tossed his crania, along with his forelock.He had never had a herd, nor a land. But he did now. He wanted a succesful herd, badly. He didn't want to be one of those stags who would claim a kingdom, but do nothing with it. He wouldn't desert it either. T'was his, he liked it, he would fight for it. It was his first land ever, so why not make it his only land ever?

Everywhere around them were signs of autumn. The leaves had changed to a golden color, the grass was now dieing. T'was going to be a crisp night, and there was a slight breeze blowing, knocking some leaves tumbling off of the trees. T'was cool, and as the equines bod moved slowly over the autumn scene, the sound of leaves crunching beneath him filled the air. He didn't care. He just kept moving. The moon was just reaching its peak in the sky, and silver shafts of moonlight shone on his lonesome bod. The night was engulfing the land quickly, and soon the only source of light was the lune. He loved the moon. T'was the excact same color as he.

As he came nearer to the pair, he flickered his thorns, lowering his maw next to the femmes, and taking a sip of water. When she would look at him, he would bow his crown slightly, not even glancing at the other stag.



sorry for the short post

[[Masque];;]

<sub>The first stallion who arrived was stalky and spoke quickly. He showed signs of respect, but she hardly thought he respected her for real. Dark, black auds twitched as the wind blew her long black main. Love wasn't with this one, but what was love really? Her eyes stared into Soldiers eyes as he looked right back to her. An intimidating glare soon covered her face as she mischievously moved her hind end closer to him. She lifted a hoof, only slightly off the ground. A warning to him.

She glanced to the side as she looked at the second stallion. A sly smile curved upon her lips as she moved her body back to it's original position. Nostrils flared as she smelled the stag and then she raised her brows. He was quiet. As he bowed his head((You said he did when she looked at him)) she smirked. All the same, trying to show respect but not meaning it. Sad, really.

Returning to a neutral gaze out into the Autumn scene she spoke, her soft words hard and carried much heartbreak, loss and grief. But in the midst of that sound there was a slightly mischievous tone.

"Mystery of Masquerade. I do not wish to be labeled but if one would label me they would call me a demon."

Her voice faded into the crisp fall air. The laminar and the sun where both in the sky, but the sun was now submitting to the moon. The moon was triumphant as it Shaun brightly in the dark sky. The twilight began to reveal stars. within those few stars there was one which twinkled brightly in the sky. Venus. Her eyes moved to that particular star for a moment or too, then she looked back to the gray stallion. her eyes hinted at a name, but she never voiced it.

Silence fell over the moonlit Tarra. The pale beams casting Eyre shadows upon the land. A small wind blew again, it was cold enough to chill one to the bone. The crunchy yellow grass blew ever so slightly, moving in the wind. It was dark, it was eerie. Just how she liked it. She preferred to make her rounds in this light. It seemed, safer. All the predators where asleep, only a few lay in the darkness.</sub>

[B.oya]

Elite.

His gaze followed hers up to the midnight azure. The lune shone brightly, casting its vast moonlight upon the solom land. There was hardly any movement. Crickets chirped softly. The only sounds that reached his thorns other than that was the moving water. His gaze now turned to the darkened saphire. The water was calm, yet a single leaf drifted away from its branch, landing on it and sending out small ripples, finding their way to the waters edge. An' from the water you could see the reflection of the brightly shining stars. It was dazzling.

Porcelain thorns flickered. His pools glanced towards the minxen, Mystery of Masquerade, and regarded the look she gave him. Turning back to the pool, his voids shone just as brightly as the stars in the azure. Elite. His vocal cords rang. Why he said no more? He knew she didn't mean the respect she showed. If she showed no respect why should he? Because he always did when meeting another? Maybe so. Pleasure. He said, glancing back at her again. His tone of voice was slightly bored, yet, there was something about her that, interested him. Her ebony and ivory coat was indeed tattered, but he looked past that. He was imagining what she would look like, with good health. Probobly beautiful. He smirked.

[U.nsung H.ero™]

(ooc:boya,she is all yours.i just wanted to claim a mare 'cause i was bored.)

Soldier shrunk back into the darkness as the vixen gave him a warning.He wasn't a coward,but he wanted a neutral mare,not a dark.He decided to leave the other brute and the vixen alone.

[[Masque];;]

ooc[ I will reply soon. Ugh. I just cant rp at the moment ]

[B.oya]

[ thats okay, i have no muse right now either]

[[Masque];;]

She watched the other go, not feeling anything-not even happniess. Sapphire eyes moved back on the stallion who still remained. The darkness only makeing this much easier. Pale moon beams cast shadows upon the darken land and the stars twinkled. There was no wind, nor where their clouds. The tempeature was cold and the grass began to freeze benith their feet. As the ice crystals formed upon the musty dirt the mare opened her slender, black mug to say something; but closed it after she decided she shouldn't say what she had in mind.

Soon thinking of something else to say, she spoke with fluent alto tones. Some dipped into the seductive side and some where neutral and boreing. You and I, now. Awe, and I was looking forward to a fight. She said, smiling some. She didn't mean it, you could tell by her tone. She shifted her carcuss quietly, resting her left hind. Her muscles relaxed and she almost yawned. Holding it in, the temptress gazed at Elite. Expecting him to as her something. Well, we all knew he would as her something sooner or later. Thats the whole reason he was here, wasn't it?

[[Masque];;]

ooc[ Blah......??]

[B.oya]

ooc[i'll reply when i have muse to be fair to you]

[[Masque];;]

ooc[ Dont forget about me! ^^]

[B.oya]

Elite

He shifted, quite not sure what to do now. His gaze had followed the worlock out. He himself had expected the other to stay, but he wondered why the stag had left, more of given up so easily. Ah well. He didn't care much for other brutes. They seemed like a waste of time to him. Averting his gaze back to the femme. Seeing the bored look she was giving, he lowered his head to the saphire once more. He had wondered what she was going o say, hoping that it wasn't that she wanted him to leave. He had never found a femme that really payed attention to him. Usually when he tried to claim a minxen, another brute would come, act all lovey-dovey, and win her over. But Elite had refused to act like that. Whats the point? That wasn't how he acted.

Thorns flickered as her vocals rang once more. I'm sure. He snorted. Well this is quite the..interesting encounter. Elite mentioned. He didn't want to bore her, but, what was there really to say? Your coat. Its tattered, scared, burned. Why? Did you get caught in those fire raids? He asked. He had spotted the flames, moved from his first terra to the next, and watched as many had gotten trapped, no escape, ending their lives. By the way she looked, she too, had been caught by the life-taking flames, but yet here she was, still alive and standing before him.

[[Masque];;]

An eyebrow raised as she remembered her coat. Flashes of the fire came before her eyes once again. Her cold, uncareing shell shruged. There was a fire. I was in it. Managed to escape...barely. Once the alto tones of the femmora settled she shifted her hind end. Snow began to fall around them. The seasons changed fast. Masque wasn't expecting the winter to come today. Black ears flickered in the darkness.

The flames.. I think...consumed my companion. The weak all go faster than the strong.

The words seemed to sting her heart. She knew patriot wasn't week, but what else was she supposed to tell herself?