You are forwarned

[[Masque]]

Black or White ? She was both. Pinto temptress ceasedher movement. Nostrasls flared as she tried to steady the oxygen that entered her bodance and coursed though her veins. The clouds obscured all veiw from the sun, engulphing her body in darkness. The mare held herself with respect, that had to be the only lady like qualty she had. Tuffs of hair grew in as the cold seasons began to come in, her legs where caked in mud and her ears where back. The imperfections are what made her beautiful, so she thought but beauty didn't matter now. All that mattered was surviving. All that mattered was passing on her genes. Althought masque didn't want to be a mother she would be just to pass on her genes. She didn't want them to die. Maybe thats why she is here for a stallion, maybe..

Masque looked around and saw some outlines of plump mares. They might be dark but hardly as dark as she. her own outline was skinny. Although masque was srong she was malnurished, her ribs stuck out of her sides but her muscles where well formed. she was sixteen two hands of pride and haterid. Inface Masque didn't even know why she was takeing to time to try and get a herd. it would only slow her down but then again it could help her. It would her in many ways. If she was lucky she could be come someones queen. If she was lucky she would be the first. As the sunlight poked out from the clouds the mares body dappled from underneith a small oak tree. Shivvering Masque bared her teeth. The threat that radiated off her became much stronger.

masque stood, swishing her tail. She decied to warn the other equine of her existance. Opening her mug she admitted a loud shreak of hate, warning and threat into the air. If any stag dared to come near her they'd better think long and hard about it. They'd better feel they where dark enough, they'd better be strong enough. There intellagence did not matter, if they are stupid she could play them but if they where intellegent she may be able to fall in love. Love was a word that scared masque in ways nothing else could. The word love was so powerful that even her mother and father didn't use it much. Masque never knew what love was though. She never knew how good it could feel to be in love. Maybe if she did she wouldnt be like this. She wouldnt try and con everyone she met, she would be nicer. She wouldnt bee in this godforsaken meadow that was for sure.

[Synex]

It's three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.

From the grotto shroud laid so neatly across the atmosphere dawned the solas, shirking the luna and daring it to rebel against the vermilion fingerings caressing the light to take hold, and bane the darkness away for yet another day. The dew upon the blades of grass formed amidst the chaotic time table, and slowly, against their will, disappeared into the nothingness, relieved from the burdenous weight, the green sleeves drew erect and proud again, from their slumped composure to great the sun in all its glory, yet, the moon was not to be fooled yet, it would be back to claim the heavens for its own deeds, and spite the sun’s warm rays, in place for its soft, irridescent glow, hollow enough to chill one to the bone, yet so inviting to one prone to darkness, one who recoils from the light, and trophs the stars. One such as that was none other than the shadowy silouette looming in the distance, atop the gnoll he surveyed the claiming terrace, and its emptiness. A heavy sigh was issued from his chambers as the proud sire shook thrice to relieve his damp coat of the moist droplets having formed during the nocturne. So subtle were the hints of lavender and chamomile, the herbs of the wood, growing densely within the field, and the wooded glenn overflowing like a wave with honey suckles, bees buzzing merrily about their path destined for one path, death by one sole sting.. Pity.

It's four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.

Having given ‘is morning prayer to the Great Epona above, who roamed the heavens, and the stars, who visited with the dead, and mourned the living, Shalimar picked ‘is way down the steep grade, careful as to where he placed the sturdy flints, braces guiding his graph indefinately step after step, stride after stride. Keen audits flittered to and fro like radio towers picking up distinct frequencies, some distorted, they discarded being from some beast whose language and prose was unknown to he and his like. But, some where cherished, and studied, like the shrill of another, taking in the reference of tone, what they meant, pitch, of mascu or wench, mayhap of tempo, be it a foal, in prime, or at the verge of death. None could truly know completely without the addition of scent, and preferably, sight. So as he made it into the valley, the lone equine waded barrel-deep into the sea of flowers, with ever cool gale, the sea sprung to life, the intoxicating poppies sending out their parfum to the world about them, and the lilies giving to those around them the sweet, floral scent. So tenderly he avoided the plants that he could, for they may be the future of his race, today was a fine day to he indeed.... too fine he surmised.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?
All I know is, since you've been gone
I feel like I'm drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like I'm drowning,
Drowning in a river.

The serenity of the flower laiden garden of Eden was almost improbable.. Too perfect.. Something would occur, something would break that peace of mind, and snap him back into reality. To the reason that he is dark, to why he must watch his back, to the reasons that he hated other equi, to why he must avenge another, and their crime. Sap the life out of others, taste the metallic rouge, let its plasma slide down his throat, no matter how revolting the taste may be, he had to grin, and bear it, no matter the cost, or pain. For to hesitate was to submit yourself, to submit yourself to another, was certain death. Caught in mid thought, and amber globes in a gaussian blurr the brawn stud hadnt paid true attention to where his pegs were leading he. Aye, mayhap he had better paid closer attention, for he was too.... OOF. Yes, he had bumped into something soft... and warm... and oh my god it was shrilling at him! Without hesitation he jolted back, lofted his bodice in a tense response, curled back those velveteen curtains and bared his dentins to match the other. Who dared to be in HIS path?? Who? Alas a fool it twould be most indeed! To be where he was walking.. Proposterous! Though, after focusing his pupils, and honing in onto his opponent he viewed something that would have knocked him off his pegs if he hadnt been stanced.

I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my time's run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.

It was a female, a femme, a femmora, a wench, a harlot, a female! Yes, he had said that twice.. Oh what was wrong with him? Ah, and a dark he was suppose to be! If a stud could have blushed, this one would have, but instead he remained emotionless after collecting his haphhazardous composure. Eying her calmly he deduced that she was here on the matter that most femmes often were.. To be claimed.. Claimed? You don’t say... he muttered distastefully to himself. A grand first impression I have made.. Ye? Ye... An awkward silence had formed between the two, and he felt the one to break the ice..

Greetings stalker of the nocturne, one cloaked in obsidian, what be your calling? If you feel so inclined I shall speak to you of mine.. Synex.

Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I'll find my way back here.
You'll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like I'm drowning,
Drowning in the river.

[[Masque]]

Thorns glued back more, if that was possable. With her threat staying up she moved her blooshot orbs over the glatiator. He had bumped into her. For a moment she stood comprehending wether he was a threat and how intellegent he was. He's no fool, she told herself in a surprised tone. Her skull moved up above her withers, her paperthins took in the scent of this male infront of 'er. The sounds of everything faded into the dim light. The only sound that fell into the auds of the mare was a voice. A deep, steady calm voice. Synex rung in her ears, that name was repeated in her head for a moment. Moveing 'er blue orbs from him she spoke to him, in the same tone he had used with her.

The name bestoed on me is Mystery of Masquerade. The handful of equine who have tried to be close to me called me Masque.

Her words fell off her scarlet toung and into the stallions ears. A snort was etmitted into the world as she thought of something. Could this be the one I love? Could this be the one whom I chose? She pushed it away from her mind. You cannot hate unless you have loved. Both love and hate, those two mindless words held so much meaning. So much passion. So much emotion that even Masque, who wasn't afraid of anything was afraid to love, and to be loved. But that could change. Right?

[Synex]

do you
have
the time


So wrench. You think you can tell me? You think you can teach me the ways. Think again. For im a afraid i know them all too well. Cerebrum tossed. Audits swerved as he demading tones seeped into his drums. Annoyance took place. But he wouldnt let her see it yet. Take a gander at what lies in front of you dove, This is no game. This is do or die.. Nares flared. Her lusciouse scent filled the nostrils dabbed ebonite. Mass shifted pon his stilts as he became restless. He had no respect for orders. And the only one who would give them was him. Oh .. Apocalypse did you say? Take your words that fall off your tongue, and choke on them. You dont phase me. Like all that stands, Actions speak much louder than words. Its time you learn that wrench. I refuse to teach you for longer. Or must i baby you? Like a helpless fawn. I am your predator... Find your best hiding spot deary, For the search has begun. The wind ruffles his nape and bristles. The distant howls touched his aud. Dry leaves brused pon his pelt. It was silent now.. Pfft.. Cord beat time and time against the thick lined rump of his. Muscles rippled through his lining. Winter coat was shading away. A fresh new look hung about. The shine, the gloss in his coat.. Made him look marvelouse really. But something etched at his nerves. The want, the need to teach this wrench what she needed.

ah Masque. I do know the worst kind of foe indeed. But your words touch my fear with nothing more than a pinch. Assumptions eh? If you must know, i wish you not fall and kiss my hooves. You will bow, and kiss them a thousand times deary.


A sly smirk played pon the features of thus. His tricks were mere amusement in his way. No.. He would'nt boss her around. He wouldnt crack the whip over her back. Not without reason. Now, now. Lets see that bow shall we? Welcome to my world you filthy scum. Its about time you clean up your act. Audits plastered themselves pon his pan. Crania rose and bobbed. His chest bulged. Your ass is nothing without pride... Heavy breaths could be seen. Bodice, ribs moved along with the harmonouse movements of the breaths. A shy nicker released the depths of his vocals. Hoof imprinted the sodd as it tapped lightly. Signs of agression began to take place. Heavy sigh released his nares. Dont finish this game love, Your on your last life.

I will not what no longer for a damed she-devil like you to prick a pull of her thought and order me around i will now leave unless you wish for a better act or recital from me. I will let you come with me to my hell real but make sure to fallow do not lurk me just rape the shadows.

[Yvonnet]

Masque please make sure to make your posts longer your last one was 251 words this is a warning next post under 300 words will be a 3 day ban.

[[Masque]]

ooc[ Umm I am gonna quit then. Sorry. Bye everyone.]

[Synex]

why are you gonna quit? it says that in the rules

[Masqueh]

ooc[ Dude, its not because of that. I just relized I dont like Fantasy rpgs. ]