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rajani

A shadow. Yes, she was a shadow, cast upon the walls of existance. In fact, she barely even existed at all. She was like a ghost, more likely, caught between life and death; torn in two. Whatever she was, she was sure that she was doomed to exist on the horrid place called earth for a couple of decades more, give or take a few years, serving only the purpose of haunting those who found her repellingly creepy. What more was her life meant for? It had seemed just a couple of years prior to the time that she would be destined - or rather doomed - to spend a life following the ways of her brutal sire as high priestess in her herd. Even with the fancy title, the miniscule yearling with leave the herd, and wind up in a place called Darkest Destiny at the ripe age of three. It just goes to show that destiny had it's sharp turns, and it was often hard to predict where one would end up in life.

The phantom contessa maneuvered forth through the wasteland, muscular and capable looking figure brushing past the foliage that blocked her path with ease. The ivory mare was a beautiful creature, though it was hard to tell the way the held herself, slinking like a dark wench and with the most vacant expression held upon her features. She swashed her silky, grayed whipcords, slapping her hocks as she walked a short distance before reaching a decent corner where the shady branches of a massive oak loomed over her. She stood casually, azure opticals eying the ground with that same vacancy lingering within them both. She looked as if she were without a soul, and let only the outer shell of her self be known to those lurking around her, the hungry stags that were eying her, debating on wether to aproach such a spooky, spiritless mare.

A few things were running through her head, one of which being that this was just another meaningless stop on her journey. Since when did the stallions dare themselves to claim such an eerie ess that was supposedly neutral between the alliances? The neutral stallions were frightened, leaving the lights out of the picture completely, and of the hellish ones? They'd hardly look at anything that wasn't arrogant enough to call themselves a son or daughter of the demon king himself that lingered just beneath their hooves, burning in the pits of hell. The way she saw it, it was unlikely that she'd ever find a herd. Who knew? Perhaps she was destined to be a loner.

[Clear*Skies]

Another Catch Ey? I'm Getting Good At This!

Trap Thought Evilly To Himself
He Lowered His Arch And Grabbed A Munch Of Grass.
His Mussels Tense Under The The Shade Of The Tree. He Was In An Uncomfortable Position, But If He Was Relaxed, He Would Blow His Cover.
He Snickered, He Was Over His Last Catch, He Could Still Taste The Blood. But This One Looked Like She Had Much More Reason.
He Gulped Down His Grass And Made His Steps Quietly, He Was In Stealth Mode. Has She Heard Him Yet?
For Some Reason A Tear Fell To The Ground, Trap Stopped In Confusion, Yup, He Was pretty Loud.

What? What Is This!

He Shouted,

I'm...I'm Crying For No Reason!?

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rajani

She knew he was there. Yes, his scent was unmistakable. The breeze carried it directly to her. Such ignorance these stallions had, not knowing that it wasn't only being soundless and unseen that made them invisible, but choosing the stalk after the breeze had passed or at least moving downwind. Rajani however would not waste her strength to twist her neck back in an uncomfortable position to view the beast that assumed he was so safe from her knowledge. She'd give him the illusion that she was but another naive, oblivious little sleeper of darkness for him to claim as his own little play thing. It'd be a shock for him to know that she knew the intentions of all the dark beasts that had to stalk a mare cowardly from the shadows, hiding themselves until the right moment to jump out and and use the elements of fear and surprise to force them to do whatever their sick minds wished. Yes, she knew where this was headed already, and she would never become a doll on the shadowed shelf of any stag's existance. Never.

Despite her assumptions that he'd reveal himself in a much more...well...dark way, this beast chose to royally embaress himself by yelping out such light questions. Why was he crying, though? She only lowered her skull slightly, shaking it in indignance. There was no way this pitiful thing was going to even attempt at claiming her, was there? Still, she didn't look at him, her stone cold vibes seeming to still slowly sneak up everything around her, giving them a sorrowful feeling that washed over them. She made everything feel like dying, it seemed.

[Clear*Skies]

The Tears Wouldn't Stop, The Flowed Put Like The Tap Was Turned On.

What Is This! Curse You Mare! Its Your Fault Isn't It!

He Shouted At Her Ready To Strike,

How Dare You do This!

His Anger Rose With Every Symbol.

He Shook His Head Trying To Stop The Tears. He Stamped His Foot! How Dare Anyone Do This To Him! Trap Didn't Believe In Magic.
He Gave In, He Collapsed To The Green Floor And Neighed And Neighed.
Flashes Of The Past Few Days Crossed His Mind, He Sat There Just Letting The Tears Flow,

Who Are You?

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rajani

Rajani could only roll her ebony eyes, void of any emotion as she let her vacant facade be looked upon by him after turning to view him herself. She finally turned around completely, the most movement she had made in what seemed like hours. What was this fool doing? He was practically screaming out his current weakness, and he was being little more than a little colt at the moment. Perhaps even less, by the looks of it as he slid down pathetically to the grassy floors of the field. She felt rather indignant when he asked her who she was.

"Get up and dry your eyes, fool, and maybe I'll tell you." came her cold, and strangely monotone, emotionles voice. Her vacant voids peered over him in pity. "You know, they say to never look down upon one 'less you intend to help them up. However, I can safely say I don't intend to ever help up anyone who deserves to be beneath us all in the first place. I must say, you are, in fact, the weakest looking beast I've dared myself to lay eyes on in quite some time." she said, still being amazingly cold and yet strangely, amazingly calm despite her mocking, crushing words. Of course, he was a handsome beast, but weakness was more - in her eyes - in emotion and ignorance than shere strength. She only stared over him, waiting for him to help himself up and hopefully become more civil so they could converse.

[Clear*Skies]

This Isn't My Fault Witch!

He Shouted As The Strange Tears Started Stop As He Stood.
He Grew Closer To Her, Ready To Bite...Did Trap Forget To Mention He Was Cannibal? Oh Well
He Grew The Grin That Fitted His Face Again.

Whats Your....How You Say....W i s h

He Asked With That Bad Guy Accent As He Narrowed His Eyes.
He Liked Her... Dare He Thought How...That Was An Emotion That He Dare Find.
He Waited For The "Witches" Reply.

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rajani

Rajani would have forced the foulest glare ever seen to her features, but she knew better than to do so. She refrained from revealing her feelings right now for the currently repelling stag. As he stood, looking more the strong quadruped he was meant to be, she saw his potential fly. Potential for her? No. Potential to hurt her? Quite possibly. She held a calm, collected, and somewhat cold vacant expression that was nothing new but still chilling to anyone. A dark curtain of ragged mane fell over one of her ebony voids as she gave the stallion the strangest of looks. It was expressionless, but off of it came the feeling of a death stare as she stared him down.

Seeing he was now just barely controlling himself, barely but so, she answered his question. "My wish? Stag, I have none. I shall accept whatever fate hands me, but I believe you know fair well what I have attempted to find by coming here." she replied cooly in her monotone, cold, deep voice.

[Clear*Skies]

You Came Here Finding A Home And You Found Hell!

He Grinned So Harsh At Her. He Was Pleased Even With The Mishap At The Begging.

Do You Dare To Dance With Me, Witch?

He Asked Taking A Step Closer. He Of Course Meant Will You Come With Me But He Likes A Bit Of Poetry In His Step.

I'll Show You Hell In Its Purest Form, A Hell That I Own

He Chuckled Silently To Himself. He Let His Ribbon Dance As The Pleasure Rose Of This Meeting. He Liked Her...In A Way That Only Trap Could. When He Brought Her Home, He Was Going To Show Who Was Boss, Him. This Mare Is His

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rajani

"Did I, now?" she asked, turning the tables as she made the moves to circle around him like a predator, giving him a hard time as for the first time in a quite a while the most miniscule of smirks found its way to her facade, small but noticable, and exclusive to the stallion before her. "To be honest, I believe Hell found me the day I was cursed with this so-called life." she hissed in a bitter, cold tone, though somehow within in it it was somewhat...strangely...friendly. "But I don't believe I found it, after all, who in their right minds would go looking for such a place that does not exist anwhere except beneath our very steps?" she asked, stopping in front of him with her left side facing him. "However I do suppose there are a minute few who choose to embark on the journey to find the next best thing to the burning inferno beneath us. I assume you're one of them, so I suppose I'll play along." she said, her smirk slowly fading again.

When he brought up a forward aproach to claim her, the smirk all but disapeared and he was left with this lifeless looking porcelain mare before him, though she still had those strangely vacant yet wise eyes that were constantly staring him down. "I dare not without first knowing the name of my partner, stag." she hissed, this time in a genuinely bitter tone, no friendliness lingering about it. Surely he knew he had missed quite a few steps in this whole claiming deal, right? Only the most pitiful and cowardly of stags would even think of claiming a mare without first truly conversing with her first. At his next statement, she was almost taken aback, but didn't show it. "How can you be so sure of yourself?" she asked in a calm, cold tone the same as before.

[Clear*Skies]

I Can Be Sure Because, Witch. I'm Death Trap. And I'm Proud To Say I'm The Dark Heir!

He Grinned 'Down' At Her Taking Another Step Closer.

You Shall Be Called Witch.

He Laughed At Her. He Shot At Her And Grabbed Her Mane.

Don't Follow Me, And You Get Eaten.

He Told Her Sternly, Spitting On Her And His Mouth Held Tightly To Her Banner. He Was Tempted To Pull It Out, But How Would He Drag Her Then? He Kicked Her Fore With His, She Was Coming With Him, That Was That.

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rajani

"A simple title does not prove anything to me." She could only shake her skull at him. "You should know that ignorance and arrogance go hand in hand, Death Trap." she calmly said with her own cold, bitter tones. She could tell very well where this was going. He was turning out to be the exact shadow of her father, perhaps a bit less in her eyes but still just as wicked. Rajani eyed the stag, predicting his next move as he advanced on her with another step. A more cowardly and ignorant female might have turned and played tuck-tail-and-run, but this stallion had arab blood in him by his appearance, and there was no outrunning a horse with that kind of blood in him, especially if that breed was dominant in his traits. However, her own heritage made her plenty capable to take him on in combat if she could not outrun him. She waited for his first blow, that painful bite that dug slightly into her boa as he violantly took hold of her rags. Yes, this was her fate. Her father often used this same move on her to drag her away to where he wanted her. He was no different than the harsh tyrant she had once known. Surely this was what she was destined for - a life shrouded in darkness, cowering in the shadow of a stallion - for this kind of life had been shoved at her twice, now. She just had to ask herself, would she take this kind of treatment, or would she challenge this so-called destiny?

No, and yes. She would not give in so easily. Pivoting on her back hooves in a violant, sharp turn, she brought herself to face him directly so she was literally breathing down his neck. She returned his kick, fighting the pain that came with a small gash he had given her in her front fore. She striked out twice now at his breast as she reared up slightly before coming down and taking a warning snap at his jugular, a vein that would kill even the strongest of creatures with just a single correctly aimed bite. She might have acted somewhat like a lady thus far, but she could fight decently to the death like an enraged stallion when the time came to do so. To say the least, Rajani was quite talented for a mare in combat. She would be the one to teach this stag that not all females were the same, and not all would bow down to him so easily. And not all were weak, for he was built for speed and not nessessarily combat by the looks of him, and she could easily take him on. Perhaps not in a race, but in combat she was sure she could leave quite a few scars on the arrogant prince's pelt.

Once she was through with the brief battering, she took a moment to hiss out a few words to the hessian. "Set me free, you fool of a prince. Take me against my will, and I will assure you that I will only contribute to the scars on your pelt for I am very capable of taking on one of your blood and size. Kill me and it will do nothing but shame your name, for I am known not within your kingdom, but all places surrounding here as well as my home where I was quite well known, for I too was heiress to a high title. However, I am willing to listen to your reasoning of why I should come with you should you speak with me in a more civil manner." she said, her freezing tone oozing from her parted mug.

[Clear*Skies]

He Kicked Her With His Back Leg As He Ripped Out Her Mane That He Held Onto. He Spat It On The Emeralds As He Licked The Small Amount Of Blood On His Kissers.
He Narrowed His Eyes As He Glared Into Hers. He Was Angry, He Didn't Know How To Show It.
Had He Met His Match? No! I Can't He Thought.
There Was No-one On His Side, No-one To Support Him, And No-one To Cheer Or Help Him When He Was Down.
Sharp Emotional Pain Shot In His Chest.
He Didn't Want To Look At This 'Witch' Any Longer.
Maybe He'll Just Find A Light That'll Come At Ease And Beg Forgiveness As He Tortured It.

Goodbye Witch

He Muttered Silently As His Legs Spun Round And His Orbs Led To The Horizon. The Fore Led The Rest To A Stand Off Gallop...
{Trap Leaves}