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Post by Fallen on Mar 28, 2024 15:44:14 GMT -7
vendettra --
Dark maroon eyes cast its burning glare over the meadow she walked through. Her heavily dished crown was held high atop a long, curled and swan like nape. Inky markings marred her beautifully dark dappled pelt as her ink stained kissers and tipped towers curled and flicked respectively. Vendettra was embarrassingly new to these lands, sweat still glistening on her well muscled and lean frame as she came to stop with her front daggers in the clear waters of of the meadow. She did not hesitate to dip her lips to the refreshing liquid.
Taking her fill she lifted her crown then, her full hips shifting to swing as she looked behind her. She was not sure of what land she stood in now, but the mingling scents of testosterone filled stallions and the sweet perfumes of mares had her thinking perhaps this was some sort of congregation area. The dark mare frowned to herself, the memories of lands before danced behind her eyes. Though the scents were strong, the land seemed fairly empty. Her visage seeing only a few bodies scattered far and wide in the meadow. She did not mind the distance. Honestly, she preferred it. The company of a man was not high on her list of priorities but she was no fool. If this place was anything like the dreaded Elutheria, there were more than enough monsters lurking about ready to snatch up and tear apart anything they could sink their fangs into.
WC: 247 OOC: Quick post for Vendettra. I'd like for her to meet a few stallions (or mares) in this thread and see who can convince her to go home with them or at least seek em out again. I prefer things to develop naturally with her and other characters as its been years since ive written her. Anyone with any intent is welcome!
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Post by faeriiefox on Apr 13, 2024 8:44:48 GMT -7
As Helbane emerged onto the meadow, the scent of spring filled the air, carrying with it the promise of new beginnings and fresh chaos. His powerful frame cut a striking figure against the backdrop of vibrant greenery and colorful wildflowers, his coat gleaming in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above. Golden eyes cast their burning glare over the meadow as he surveyed his surroundings, taking in the land spread out before him. His gaze was drawn to a mare standing alone in the clearing, her presence commanding attention with every graceful movement she made.
Her dished crown gave her head a very delicate appearane, yet the eyes of her seemed not so, adding to the almost regal aura that surrounded her. Inky markings marred her beautifully dark dappled pelt, accentuating her striking appearance as she dipped her lips to the refreshing liquid of the nearby stream. As he decided to approach, his steps slow and deliberate, he couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity stir within him. There was something about the mare's presence that intrigued him, a raw power that seemed to radiate from her with every breath she took. But another thing was also curling inside his head; the need for power and chaos, the need to do whatever he felt like doing. Maybe this mare could be something to distract that darkness with.
"Greetings, mare." he called out, his voice carrying across the meadow on the gentle breeze. There was a note of curiosity in his tone, a desire to unravel the mysteries that surrounded this enigmatic stranger. For in her dark maroon eyes, he saw a reflection of his own untamed spirit, a kindred soul lost in a world of shadows and secrets.
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Post by Fallen on Apr 25, 2024 17:31:33 GMT -7
VENDETTRA
Despite the curiously empty land being quite sparse, Vendettra's gaze was soon assaulted by a stallion creeping along the edge of her vision. The elder matriarch did not hide the annoyance that immediately settled upon her frame like a blanket. Her striking maroon eyes snapped to the rather large beast, his voice carrying to her before his scent. She snorted half heartedly, her posture indictive of one that was wholly unimpressed with the world. Vendettra did not bother to turn her bodice around to face the stallion, however despite her displeasure, she gave him a mere flick of her silvery threads. A silent invitation for him to enter her space.
"Greetings, stag." Her coy voice was rougher than normal, for she had not used it to speak in quite some time. She cleared her throat softly, before she let her slender shoulders roll as she cocked a hind dagger. Vendettra could hear the stallions hooves approach but she felt no sense of danger. Once again, she dipped her lips to the liquid before her. Ink tipped hark flicked in the direction of the stallion before she spoke once more, her lips inches above the cool water. "It is impolite to stare." Vendettra's softly husky voice holding a hint of scold. The older mare could not help it though, years of bitterness hanging deep in her vocal track. She let her tongue slip along her black lips as her skull rose once again. This time allowing her deeply dished facade to turn enough that was was able to take in the full view of the stallion . She would be a fool to deny his handsome looks, and his broad and strong build. Physically, a strong choice to sire children. Vendettra's lips pursed in a scowl for a quick moment, before she looked back ahead, her maroon eyes settling on a pair of equine far about the horizion. faeriiefoxWC: 316
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Post by faeriiefox on May 11, 2024 16:51:36 GMT -7
Helbane's approach was met with an air of indifference from the mare, her posture radiating a sense of annoyance that did little to deter his curiosity. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her, his dark golden eyes lingering on her striking form. Despite her rough voice and the hint of bitterness that tinged her words, Helbane felt a spark of intrigue ignite within him. There was something about the mare's demeanor that drew him in, a quiet strength that belied the weariness etched into her frame.
"A sight for sore eyes," he replied, his voice steady despite the flicker of uncertainty that danced in his chest. "I am Helbane, a mere wanderer of these lands. I apologize if my gaze was intrusive. It was not my intention to offend." With a flick of his silvery white threads, Helbane stepped forward cautiously, his movements deliberate as he closed the distance between them. He could feel the weight of her gaze upon him, a silent appraisal that left him feeling exposed yet oddly exhilarated.
"But then again, manners have never been my strong suit." As she turned her eyes to look away, on to some others, Helbane found himself intrigued by the intensity of her maroon eyes, the depths of which seemed to hold a world of secrets waiting to be discovered. He felt a surge of something he would yet to explain to anyone, but he was greatly amused. "You are a formidable presence, mare," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "It is an honor to stand in your presence. Tell me, what brings you to this meadow? Surely, a mare of your stature has her reasons for venturing into the unknown."
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Post by Fallen on May 11, 2024 17:35:26 GMT -7
VENDETTRA"A sight for sore eyes, I am Helbane, a mere wanderer of these lands. I apologize if my gaze was intrusive. It was not my intention to offend." a slight pause. "But then again, manners have never been my strong suit." Though Vendettra was aware of his every word, and his silken voice she did not cast her gaze at him again yet. She did however, let her ashen lip curl just the slightest as he spoke again. "You are a formidable presence, mare, It is an honor to stand in your presence. Tell me, what brings you to this meadow? Surely, a mare of your stature has her reasons for venturing into the unknown." Vendettra did not hide the scoff that left her, the annoyance of his presence slowly melting away as it was in turn replaced by a slight air of amusement. "You flatter an old woman, stallion." She paused, her hellish gaze shifting to him for a moment. "Helbane." It had been so long sinch she uttered the name of a man that did not cause burning bile to rise in her throat. Tricky. Though he was not wrong. Vendettra shifted her weight upon the tip of her glistening dagger then, her fleshy hips tilting as she pondered on just how to reply to the beast. " You have such simple yet great demands of me... but i would expect nothing less from a stallion." Vendettra's husky tones were sharp, and biting. Yet there was no denying the ever so subtle invitation of amusement in them. " It is just that. The unknown. I have wandered for quite some time, though rumor has it an old thorn has taken a mantle here." She said matter of factly. She was aware of the rumors that Selven had crawled his bastardizing self here. The worm of a man always had a knack of spoiling the best of fruits. Vendettra craned her neck for a moment then, before heaving a deep sigh. " I also sought those of my flesh.. however the passage of time and the bite of life are cruel masters." Vendettra let her long silken strands brush against her fetlocks before continuing, " Both have taken from me, and so I plan on taking something back from them both." Vendettra's gaze was stoic as she let the light sound of the lapping water fill he silence between them. She was never much of a talker, even when she had fallen in love with her only friend Bastet. At the thought of the cat like woman Vendettra felt her heart twist, the pain such a physically stab that she unconsciously gritted her teeth. Her lips pursed then before she finally turned her maw to face Helbane fully. His golden eyes a terrible reminder of Bastet's. Though her's were not as bright, her chocolate eyes shimmered on wonderfully sunny days. Flecks of hazelnut and gold swimming in them as they had melted into each other... Vendettra blinked steadily then. Her long silver and black lashes casting a soft shadow on her harsh features. Her husky voice warming up, only slightly as she spoke once more. " Ask of me, my name." WC: 527 Tagged: faeriiefox OOC:
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