I wanna Do Bad things to you (Anyone)

[Sheena]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] What is dark, if not the mere absence of light? Is it truly evil, something to be feared? Were those who feared the absence of light foolish or wise? It depended on the person one could suppose, for those who knew there was something to fear were wise… those who feared it simply because someone else did. Well they were foolish. However there was something to fear in the dark, lurking just out of sight as the thunder rolled across the plains and lightning danced across the sky. Something moves in the shadows causing the leaves to shift, a flash of orange in the black. Low snort ripped from vocals as eyes parted, their blood red coloring standing out like beacons in the night. From the trees the light colored stallion emerged, a bit hypocritical given his demeanor, his feelings. Light usually meant hope, happiness, love.. All these things, our boy did not believe in. Cold hearted and cruel he watched as the lightning danced, listened as the wind whipped through the trees and over the field. He ignored the rain as it pelted down upon him, limbs moving him forth with ease. A lone figure in the dark, a light in the night. How deceiving looks could be. OOC: Ick, Getting a feel for him xD

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[[Midnight]]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=white] After all of this time, Miula was still not truly used to the feeling of roaming around on her own. She'd lived all of her young years around the company of others horses and humans, albeit her disdain towards them all. Though she was still adjusting to it, she still found this feeling to be one of ecstasy. The gnawing hunger in her belly could be easily squelched at her own jurisdiction; no waiting for old Rumpface to bring the oats and hay, which he'd so often forget to do. Thinking of her previous life made her nostrils flare and her hoof stamp angrily as she grazed the pastures of Mother Earth. She was roaming at a liesurely pace this evening, her ears flicking to and fro and her nose working even while she felt the coast was clear. She never liked to let her guard down, and was always on the more skittish side. The weather was proving to be ugly, but she paid little mind to the cascade of water droplest that tickled her withers and made her sneeze every now and then. It was refreshing, and it made the grass all the more moist and enjoyable. She only wished she could be a little more at ease, but the rain made it hard to scent things, to hear hooftbeats, and almost impossible to see into the distance. This irritated her; she hated any limitations pertaining to her ability of foreknowlege. If someone was going to come her way, she wanted to be well prepared. Her ears flipped forward and her head came up erect as she felt the vibration of hoofbeats not far off. She wondered momentarily if she had somehow triggered her siren song without realizing it; the appearance of another horse was almost too ironic when she was just thinking of when one would show up. But she knew better; her powers were just developing, and unfortunately she was rather useless at the moment - another frustration to add to her list. She disliked being weak. She would much rather pretend she didn't have any abilities then admit that they were unreformed. She snorted with uncertainty as she peered behind her, meanwhile smelling for some sort of identification; she happened to nab it. It was a male approaching, and now that she was looking for him, she could see him in the shadows of night. His eyes were visible even from here, and she found herself unsettled by them. They were blood red and looked to be glowing. She shifted her weight and turned her body to face him directly, in case she need defend herself. With eyes like that, she was already assuming that it was a male who wielded great ability. Or, perhaps she was just being presumptuous. Could just be a colt with unusual eyes and an aura of importance. As he approached, Miula kept her silence. He would notice her as it was, being that she had the uncanny ability to become the center of attention.

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[Sheena]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] He didn’t mind the rain or lightning, infact the raging storm amused him. Limitations be damned, he’d not seen another horse around these parts for months. Was he the only one in the lands of Cattivo? If he was he couldn’t find it within himself to give a damn. A low snort ripped from vocals at the thought of herds, mares clambering about in some stallions land.. Some stallion who thought he was the badass of the world. Head shook tossing forelock and mane to opposite sides of nape and face. No, he didn’t give a damn if he was alone or not… the quiet was actually kind of nice. No sound other than to softened thud of his hooves in the dampened ground, the crack as his tail smacked against rump… and of course the thunder. It was sort of like a song, a foreboding song but a song none the less. A shadowed figure moved, drifting across the lands at a leisurely pace. Well it seemed he wasn’t alone after all. Limbs pushed the bleached behemoth forth, moving slowly across the grounds. He was in no hurry, there was no reason for him to be when his life was one long and boring day. He snorted in amusement at this, yes ever since he got his powers his life had been one long day. He kept his distance for awhile, following her in the shadows as she moved across the lands. He couldn’t figure out why either, usually he found others mundane and boring..but something about this mare caught his eye. Blood red eyes swept across grounds, ears flicking backwards when she turned about to face him. Damn, he’d been spotted being creepy and lurking in the shadows…spying. Though disgruntled at this turn of events he didn’t let it show, and pressed on. Moving closer and closer to her, his blood red eyes locked on her even as the rain beat down upon his pelt. Well well. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not safe to wander alone in the night? There are horrible things lurking in the shadows you know. Cause Two can keep a secret, if one of us is dead SpeakThoughts

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[[Midnight]]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=white] Miula hadn't missed a beat; she'd seen that he'd been watching her before she'd noticed him. It left her feeling mildly uneasy, but she wasn't necessarily quick to jump to rash conclusions. It could be he was the lord of these particular lands, despite her idea that she was browsing unclaimed territory. Wouldn't be the first time she was wrong in her assumptions. Anyway, she didn't resist his approach by turning tail and galloping away. She just stood patiently and watched his every step, her eyes unyeilding in their emotionless glaze. This was always the time of year that made her more skittish than usual. Stallions tended to get a bit buckwild and she would quickly grow sick of their bickering and upfront manner. Unfortunately, she also preferred to be in control, but things did not usually go this kind of way in the small but predictable world of wild mares. She once again shifted her weight just as Ares came within a close enough distance to interact with her. As he spoke, her ears stayed forward and erect in order to hear everything he had to say over the loud pitterpatter of the rain around them. Of course, her intincts were not always accurate, but seeing Ares up close and hearing his more masculine voice made her cautious. She had a feeling that she'd better bridle her tongue as much as she could muster, at least until she could confirm that she was as yet out of harm's way. She couldn't help but snuff at his warning, which in her opinion held more threat than actual concern. Once again she wondered of his stand; hostile, or amiable? To hide her general unease, she smiled at him in a mischevious manner, while tilting her head to get a better look at him. "Shall I group you into the category of 'horrible things,' or do you promise to be nothing but pleasant?" she asked him pointedly, a twinkle in her eye. She pawed at the wet grass very gently with a hoof, the only undisguised hint of her impatient curiosity.

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[Sheena]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] When she didn’t flee he couldn’t help the sarcastic smirk that spread across maw. Blood red eyes remained locked on her, watching her every move. Would she decide that things weren’t as safe as they appeared and flee? He supposed some would be startled by the emotionless gaze, he however was unimpressed. So she felt as though it were wisest to show no emotions, to give nothing away. It did not deter him, as he inched closer almost slinking across the ground. Her huff at his words caused head to raise slightly, though expression of indifference did not change. Depends. He drawled, coming to a halt a few mere feet from her. He waited a few moments, expression serious as stood.. Waiting to see how she’d react to such a reply. Which do you think I am? Here he smirked, blood red eyes seemed to glint at this question. Bleached tail flicked idly behind frame, soaked to the bone from the pouring rain… though he ignored this factor. Tell me, do you have a name? Or do you simply go by whatever someone calls you? It was a legit question, he was honestly curious to such things. Weight shifted as the pounding rain began to lessen, the thunder and lightning dancing across the nights sky less often.. Silence filling their place. I am Ares, of Morte. A suiting territory name he thought, his smirk turning cruel. Death indeed. OOC: I had a better one, but word crashed and it got erased! D: Again sorry for wait.

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[[Midnight]]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=white] In the chill of the wind, Miula shivered, and despite herself she was at an honest loss as to whether or not it was from her dripping wet pelt or the way he drawled out his response which held possible underlying meaning. She wasn't sure how to respond and suspected that he was hoping for her discomfort. Pride only allowed for her to loosen her smile a bit, though her eyes were hard. She hated to be teased, but at the same time, she enjoyed the challenge of social banter with a stranger. Her bright green eyes held his emotionless stare of blood red. At his question, she let her gaze flicker and rove across his profile, as though he had prompted her to analyze him before responding subjectively. Internally, she felt at a loss as to what kind of approach she should take with this one. Should she mimic his serious air, or keep up the feeling of polite ease? In the end she decided that her usual banter would be more fun. "I haven't figured that out yet," was her response, as vague as his had been. "Now I am stuck wondering what your horridness may depend on." Meanwhile, the storm seemed to be letting up a bit. She was just starting to think, too, that she was tired of being wet. It took hours for her to dry properly and now that it was already night, it would take even longer. If only, though, that was all she had to worry about. As Ares gave his formal introduction, Miula felt any of her relaxed manner almost vanish completely. Ares, was it? She'd heard the name before, and unfortunately she'd also heard that he had a very specific title around these parts. God. This was her first time meeting one of those supposed "Gods." She was struck with a feeling of both mild awe and towering fear. What she knew was little and all hearsay, so she did not know what to expect or what, in all honesty, was expected of her. So she simply raised her head a bit in her peaking interest, her ears perked forward and her full attention on him and only him. "My name is Miula, but if that name does not appeal to you, I could care less what I am called. After all, it never changes the fact that I may or may not answer," she responded with a tone that hinted at her inborn sense of independence. It was not a statement meant to stir up contention, but she was never surprised when ones took it personally. She had the tendency of being tactless or otherwise clueless. "I've heard of this Morte of yours. I find the irony in it very fascinating. Aren't there those who see you as life itself? And yet you rule over death..." She gave her neck a quick shake, sending a shower of raindrops around her. "Hm, I seem to be blabbing nonsense again. What brings you to Prato, my Lord?" she added in a singsong kind of voice, hoping to come across as submissive or harmless.

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[Sheena]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] A faint shiver ran over his pale coat as the wind gusted across the field, the rain drying over his pelt. Ears flicked back against skull idly and weight shifted as he awaited her response. From the trees small drops dripped, splattering to the fallen leaves below. He was aware of her meeting his gaze and this amused him, it was not often you met a mare who didn’t shy away or back down from the mere presence of a stallion… most often if they didn’t they were disrespectful, cruel. These type mares had their perks, but most of them time annoyed him to the point that he wished to beat them down…. Put them in their place. He didn’t move as her gaze scanned over him, waiting her to come to her decision if he was a danger or not. Her response caused him to smirk at her, head shook slightly. So you assume there is some horridness to me? Obviously there was, he looked the part enough with his blood red eyes. He could see the moment his name clicked home, he watched her behavior change in a second. Head lifted slightly, ears flicking forth as he awaited her name. Obviously she knew of him, but how or where from he did not know, or really care. Mere curiosity caused him to even pause at her reaction, how far had the word of the gods reached? Well Miula, one can not say you are anything if not honest. He replied in clear amusement. Honesty was one of the few things he could respect to some degree, what small degree he could even feel enough emotion to respect someone. Ironic indeed. I always found it a bit fitting. Life and Death walk hand in hand after all. So, you’ve heard of me then? He questioned, tempted to tilt head to one side… though he did not. I would guess the same that has brought you here, mere company. Though I must admit, I was curious to see what…..mortals were about. New faces in the lands is bound to bring attention to themselves aren’t they? Speak Thoughts

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[[Midnight]]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=white] Miula remained neutral; impassive. Apart, however, from the same smile she'd been sporting since meeting this fellow. Or rather, this god of the new order. His question was laughable, simply from the obviousness of the expected answer. "Well, how much horridness or what kind is still for me to find out, but I always find it safe to assume that there is horridness in all of us...gods and mortals alike," she said with a tone of amusement. As she spoke she found herself strangely comfortable to be in his prescence, and her suspiscious mind led her to wonder if he had some sort of mind power of his own, that made horses lose their guard. She tended to have an overactive imagination though, so she knew it was unlikely and was leaning more towards the notion that she felt like she had control of the situation. Not control over this god, of course, but the situation itself. She was now in her comfort zone and she let her body relax. He called her honest, and seemed thoroughly amused by this trait of hers. Yes, she was honest, some would say too honest, as she could be tactlessly brutal in her remarks of truth involving others. But there were plenty of times when honesty was not to her advantage, and her moral compass certainly allowed for fibs. She wouldn't dare lie to Ares now, though, not without knowing what he was capable of. Some could read thoughts, after all. "So they do," she replied with an agreeable tone, about his life and death tidbit. As he asked about her knowledge of him, her ears perked back up again. She wondered on the answer. Has she heard of him? Hard to say. She'd just heard the rumors of these superpowered immortals who could not die and who'd begun to rule over mortals like herself. "More honesty for you; I've heard all names associated with you, and that you're far out of my league. Other than the cold hard facts, I know nothing else about you. Hm...as for what brings me here, well, I can't say I'm ever interested in much company these days. Most are too skittish to be appealing company while others...take advantage of the weaker." Her heart skipped a beat or two, and her eyes seemed to twinkle with other thought swimming in her brain, about rumors. She'd heard other things about gods like Ares. Some useful information, concerning her powers. She focused her thoughts, tried channeling her energies and reaching out for him with her Siren Song. She recognized that she had it, but she couldn't seem to control it just yet. It wasn't powerful at all. She wondered if Ares could sense it or not, or if it even had an effect on an immortal? "Tell me," she asked in a sly manner as she took a step or two forward. Water droplets still dripped from her chin, adding a glistening to her pelt, shadowed by the night and patchy moonlight. "Just how much power do you have in those fine hooves of yours? Can't blame a girl for being curious. You're a new face that's caught my attention." She thought about reaching out with her mind, too, and talking to him with her telepathy. But she tried not to use it when there was no need, since the pain that came afterwords could often be unbearble. That, and it's never good to give everything away about yourself, all at once... Miula was prepared for any sort of surprise response. She could only be to blame if this stallion took her question as a challenge, as males often did. But she figured if he'd wanted to kille her or claim her, even force himself on her, he'd have already done his business with her. Didn't hurt to put her guard up again, though. She was willing to risk anything to learn more about her pain-in-the-ass powers.

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[Sheena]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Ares kept himself still as he awaited her response, would she turn and run from the insanity that was Ares? He doubted it really, she seemed too proud to turn and flee when confronted with something she disliked. Of course being a proud creature came with its risks. He was drawn from his thoughts when she spoke, commenting on how both mortals and gods had horridness inside of them. Some more than others. He drawled, a faint quirk at the corner of his mouth. It seemed his assessment of her was correct, as she’d yet to run away screaming like a maniac or with her tail tucked in fear. Instead she remained, carrying on a somewhat pleasant conversation - not that he’d admit it - with him. Either she was brave, insane, or stupid. He didn’t really know which. And here I thought you’d invested time and effort into learning about me. Such disappointment. He drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Was he really joking though, or just covering the sting to his ego? Though your assessment of others seems to be spot on, for it is the same thing I’ve witnessed in my years. He added after a brief pause, weight shifting as the slight breeze dried his soaked pelt. It caused a chill to run up his spine, though he forced himself to stand fast. He wouldn’t move from this spot till the conversation ended. As she questioned about his powers, he allowed a low chuckle to rumble from deep within his chest. Ah, now where would the fun be if I simply told you? Wouldn’t it be more interesting to find out as we go? He murmured in clear amusement. Oh he was not going to give that away so easily, not easily at all really. Surely you would enjoy a good mystery? He knew his response would most likely shock her, amusement was probably not a reaction she’d expected. He knew he was powerful, and questions of such powers did not threaten him. I must admit though, you are probably the only mortal worth a damn in this place. He added after a brief pause, head lifting slightly. Would you care to join me in Morte? OOC: Good lord that post sucked. Speech Thoughts

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