Don't my steal characters,their mates and offsprings unless willing to plot.
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Dark Royal
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Post by The Quiet One on Jul 5, 2024 14:30:58 GMT -7
The Dark King was officially no more. Since his return, the beast had suspected his absence had meant Selven was gone for one reason or another. Finally it had been common knowledge to the herd members of The Howling Keep. The beast was all too aware that Thomasin would have to be swift in finding a replacement, which left him with a decision to make. Did he wish to go for the throne again? Perhaps. IThe beast didn’t particularly like the idea of serving another mad master. Going for the throne would make tolerating a mad Thomasin easier in some respects, for it would give him equal footing with her and thus more say. At least, in principle it would. It was with such deliberations at the forefront of his consciousness, the beast had decided to leave The Howling Keep. It was the first time he had done so since his return, and would most go down poorly with Thomasin. The beast needed some breathing room, however, and that could not be found within the confines of the land he resided in. The sun was well risen by the time the beast left the shelter of the wooded terrain, his pace a steady two beat gait. With summer heat starting to set in the beast was in no rush, especially since his condition was still not quite back to what it had been before his captivity.
He might not be far off, but he didn’t particularly fancy pushing it. Eventually his destination appears on the horizon. With Summer well and truly set in the rolling meadows are full of thriving vegetation, a sea of green occasionally broken by a cluster of vibrant flowers. It is fairly busy. While not surprising given the good weather, it does have a flicker of irritation to stir within the beast. There were too many present to safely satisfy the burn in his throat, but to leave now would make it a pointless trek. With a quiet exhale of air the beast, makes his way towards the quietest spot ignoring the glances he receives along the way. He was not particularly in the mood for company, after all. As soon as he reaches it, the beast allows his weight to drop firs to his knees and then fully to the ground. From here he allows his mass to roll a few times. With the wounds he had received pretty all scabbed over, there were a few itchy spots that had developed. A few passes from one side to another does a good job at relieving the beast of the sensation. With the urge satisfied the beast gets to his feet, the movement surprisingly fluid and graceful for one of his size. Upright once more the beast allows a shake to work its way through his bodice, the movement causing the bones woven into his tail to clack together.
"Speech"
Word: 400+ OOC: ☽ caely ☾ starters are not my strong suit replies should get better as we go on <3
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Neutral Royal
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Jul 25, 2024 23:22:53 GMT -7
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[attr="class","insidetop"] [break][break][break] you cannot possibly withstand this storm [attr="class","inside"] Beneath the canopy, the ground of Meraki Woods was blossoming. The thick, vibrant greenery had returned. The tallest and strongest of the plants were easy to see, especially at this time of the day. The relentless summer sun poured through the spaces in which branches and leaves of the massive trees had failed to reach to. The light beams were powerful enough to reach the forest floor, and the plants thanked the sun for it’s might by growing and reaching for the heavens. The light bursts often started harsh and faded into an ethereal glow. Through one of these, the form of the battle-hardened queen emerged. As the sunlight caressed her hide, she paused. Her ashen and stripped hooves finding their way back into the fertile black dirt. Her bejeweled crown raised slowly towards the sun and her oceanic luminaries closed slowly. As her dome reached its max height, her chin tilted up as if determined to reach the sun. The golden chains and turquoise jewels that sat upon her crown shifted, falling farther down her neck and towards her auds. As the jewelry rolled to a stop, the crystals flashed as they intermittently caught the sunlight. She inhaled the scent of the forest as the sunlight warmed her skin. A gentle caress. A beckoning. A need. A poetic moment in time, where Boudicca felt completely alone. Enamored and completely, undeniably ensnared by the sun’s tantalizing touch. She exhaled and allowed her eyes to open as she peered into the canopy. The blue of the sky hidden behind the blinding outline of the alluring warmth that the leaves above shielded her from. Her orbs sparkled in the light, until a cloud passed over head, and the sunlight retreated back beyond the treetops. Instantly, she could feel the tepidity leave her hide and she felt a slight frown tug at her lips. She lowered her head and began moving again. However, her regular wandering now had purpose. Her stride increased as she headed for the border of the Woods. Drunk on the glow of the supernova in the sky, she cared not of the state of the world, but only that she needed to bask in the sun.[break][break]
Once at the border, she stepped into the sun, but even that was not enough. Her legs continued to move, and her hooves cut into the earth carrying her farther from home. What adventures did the sun tempt her to? She could not fathom, but she enjoyed her walk regardless, not giving the question another thought. She found herself in a free land. The land of Unclaimed Hearts. It was one she had travelled to before and found quite charming. Rarely though, had she actually been met by the face of another. The last time she had been here had been around the same time as now. Her memory played back the grasshopper attack and having a very brief conversation with another mare before parting ways. She slowed her strides as she surveyed the lands. Covered in patches of bright wildflowers that danced among the sea of green grass, tickling the legs of several clusters of equines conversing or grazing near one another. She felt the corners of her lips turn down again. While she was happy to converse, she had not really expected to do so. She lifted long, thick styled tail lifted and flicked at her hocks. Her gilded headdress shimmered as her head turned from the left to the right. Suddenly, she remembered a small alcove in the trees where the sun still bathed the earth but hidden enough that she would not be seen by others. She moved out of the sun’s light, again feeling its warmth leave her back. Her skin shuddered with disappointment and a chilled shiver demanded the suns sultriness. She moved with the agility of a predatory cat as she moved around the shaded edge of the forest, attempting to get to the spot as soon as possible. Her strides shifted into a brisk trot, allowing her to cover the ground with ease. She slowed as she came to the quiet, sunny spot. Her nostrils flared as she caught her breath and stepped into the less populated area while the sun bathed her in its radiance once more. Her deep sienna, nearly black, skin shimmered with health and almost burned in the suns fiery touch. A gentle punishment for not coming into its embrace sooner. A soft, blissful smile was on her lips as she rounded the corner expecting herself to have the area to herself. Alas, it seemed she was not the only one with the idea to come here. [break][break]
Her hooves slowed as she looked to her right. Her peacock blue colored orbs widened and softened as she caught the end of a roll from another equine. As his form rose, she gazed upon his masked face. Black skin lending an even more dramatic appearance to his amber orbs. She raised her head, snaking her arabesque neck slightly as she craned her head outwards. Her diadem glimmering, it’s crystals glinting in the intensity of the sun as her surprise, and slight disappointment, shifted to a look of neutrality. She had caught him midroll, and she had been mid stride. She lowered her front hoof to the ground while she watched him in a poised, careful fashion. ”And here I was, thinking I would have this little spot to myself.” She said out loud to break the silence. Her raspy tones were still somehow smooth like liquid honey as the words rolled off her tongue. She pricked her auds tilting her head slightly, tucking her chin ever so slightly back towards herself in a somewhat cheeky manner. ”I hope you don’t mind my presence. I don’t intend on going anywhere else.” She offered an audacious one-sided smile as she let out a “hm” of evaluation before removing her gaze from the beast and letting out a heavenly sigh. Her eyes closed as she settled herself and embraced the sunlight. Her auds relaxed, but one stayed on the beast just in case.
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Don't my steal characters,their mates and offsprings unless willing to plot.
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Dark Royal
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Post by The Quiet One on Aug 23, 2024 15:09:43 GMT -7
As the beast finishes his roll there’s the sound of another approaching. Even before he has risen, the beast suspects whoever it is stands below him in stature, for the steps are lighter then his own. As he rights himself, his miss matched optics wander briefly before coming to rest upon his new companion. She makes for a rather striking image indeed. The beast does not hurry his assessment as his gaze lazily trails over the expanse of ivory and near obsidian. From here, the beast allows his gaze to roam over her rather striking accessories. Paired with her short mane the fabric and metal adorning her crown gave her a rather exotic appearance. It was certainly enough to have a spark of curiosity forming. “And here I was, thinking I would have this little spot to myself.” When the femme breaks the growing silence it is with tones that are raspy in nature. Yet somehow there was still a honeyed smoothness to them. It was not the first time the beast had heard a voice akin to it, one that was arguably not traditionally feminine, but it was certainly distinctive. It paired well with her rather unique appearance. Her cranium tilts slightly, chin tucking in an arguably cheeky manner. “I hope you don’t mind my presence. I don’t intend on going anywhere else.”
There’s an audacious lopsided smile offered with her lyrics, and a “hm” of evaluation that follows. It has the earlier curiosity itching just that little higher, an easy chuckle rumbling free past the behemoths kissers even as her gaze drifts away from him. With a faint sense of perceived amusement lacing his velvety tones the beast allows an answer to spring forth. "My apologies for unknowingly inconveniencing you then. It would seem we both had the same goal in mind." As mild as it it is there’s a teasing edge to the tones. For a moment there is silence, the beast silently debating his next move for he did not necessarily feel the need to leave. He didn’t particularly feel the need to chase her off either, but perhaps he could have some fun pushing her buttons just a little. It would be interesting to see how she responded after throwing down such an unspoken challenge after all. With an ease that some might consider surprising for his build and size, the beast rises to his feet. There is a long enough pause for a shake to work its way through his frame, the bones in his tail clacking slightly together in the process, before the beast takes a step towards the femme.
It’s slow and measured, the beast keeping a close eye on her response even as he takes another. "Pray tell me, what would you do if I insisted on you going somewhere else?" There’s a slight teasing edge to the lowered velvety tones, a daring glint creeping into miss matched optics. "Would you bite, or try to persuade me otherwise?" The beast stops just shy of touching distance as his vocals wrap around her in a touchless caress. There’s almost a purred edge to the lowered velvety tones, a hint of a natural seductiveness and the slightest hint of something potentially dangerous lurking beneath the surface. It was with intrigue simmering in his veins that the beast watched the femme closely for her reaction. What would her response be? Would she chose one or the other, or would she perhaps chose a different response?
"Speech"
Word: 500+ OOC: ☽ caely ☾ <3
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Neutral Royal
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Post by ☽ caely ☾ on Sept 4, 2024 20:54:40 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","lithium"] [attr="class","lockmeup"] [attr="class","withmysorrow"]
[attr="class","insidetop"] [break][break][break] you cannot possibly withstand this storm [attr="class","inside"] The white tipped aud that lazily turned toward the uniquely painted stallion twitched at the low, amused chuckle reverberated from the lips of the beast. Boudicca felt a slight tug of a budding smirk that toyed with the idea of emerging at the corner of her mouth. She was careful to only allow it on the side opposite of him so that he could not see her mutual amusement. It did not take long of the masked beast to speak, ”My apologies for unknowingly inconveniencing you then. It would seem we both had the same goal in mind.” His tones like a rich velour upon one’s skin, and wrapped her in a luxurious embrace as he remarked at her cheeky words. Although she was not completely sure, it seemed as though there might have been a bit of a teasing in his response. However, she continued to listen although the mysterious masked (seemingly) gentleman rose to his feet. It was accompanied by swift thuds of his large hooves against the ground and the sound of grassed popping as he shifted them beyond their ability. Then the familiar rumble of a body the shook vigorously, except that the sounds of a whip cord mane and tail were accompanied by something louder. Clack clack clack. It was not rock, surely, for the sound was lighter than that but distinct. She had heard it before… but where? As she attempted to place the sound to an object, quiet steps were taken towards her. Only given away by the sound of the grass moving against the beast’s skin. She remained quiet and as if peacefully unaware, but the curiosity grew. What was making the sound? She fought the urge to allow one of her eyelids to role up to take a quick peek.[break][break]
Alas, she was given a reason. Again, the voice like a fine-aged bourbon rumbled from deep within the beast. ”Pray tell me, what would you do if I insisted on you going somewhere else?” There was a tease in these words, but a curiosity too. She allowed her right eyelid to open slowly, finding the stallion even closer than she expected. Boudicca allowed her eye to wander up and down his figure, before landing on those striking mismatched orbs. They were intent upon her, fixated with intensity, and yet, she did not squirm under the gaze. She allowed her eye to stare back almost with a lazy indifference. That is until he spoke again, ”Would you bite, or try to persuade me otherwise?” As his voice reached her auds, she felt a warmth enter her face and as it reached her lips, that bashful smirk found it’s way back with strength. She turned her head slightly, to stare back into him with an equal, somewhat threatening intensity. It was a look that she had worn for many years before and it had become a bit of a default look. However, here it was a warning, but the smirk made it mischievous and a bit playful. She allowed a low hum to rumble through her larynx before it graduated into a brazen chuckle. ”Well, I’m trying not to be a hotheaded leader,” She purred in her deep throaty voice, as a brow raised. He was close enough now that if he ran his eyes across her skin that he would be able to see that her agile, muscular physique was covered in scars. Perhaps the permanent reminders of her past wounds and battle souvenirs were overlooked, which she had considered. She tilted her head a bit more to gaze upon him, her ornate golden and jeweled crown glistened in the sunlight as it rolled to follow the tilt in her dome. Therefore, she continued her previous response. ”If you were insistent enough, I would to much more than just bite you. I find it amusing that you ask that specifically…” Boudicca’s eye narrowed and her auds tilted out rather devilishly as a mischievous expression appeared upon her face. ”Do pray tell good sir, … are you fond of being bitten or something?” Her words were low, so that others could not hear, not that anyone was truly within earshot of the pair. The neutral queen’s gaze never faltered, if anything, it grew more intense as she [im]patiently awaited his reaction and retort. She was definitely in a certain form on this very day. Perhaps it was the issues within her own kingdom or the stress of the war, but it was a lovely day. Why not, also, be lovely?
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