The one the only Fancy

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

Grey skys rumbled and flashed, lightning struck. Trees cracked then fell to the cold earth. The dark atmosphere made everything seem a bit scary. Lightning acted like a strobe light, lighting the earth for only a second. In that second you could see horses flee in all directions, all but one.


The rain pounded down like a waterfall, and horses ran from it. But in that second you could see a horse standing like a statue, a statue from hell. Her daggers were planted in the soggy ground and her auds perked forward. A sly smile seemed to lay amonst her kissers. She let out a call that could make any light shiver with fear.


The mare then began moving into the darkness. All you would see would be noting. She headed east away from this herd that she called home. She pinned her auds at that thought and said more like light lands. She turned her cranium back torwards the horses and smiled, she would miss killing them.


Her slender legs seemed to carry her with ease, but the long distance would be hard. She knew it would be a long while before the storm was gone. It wasn't that she disliked the storm just that horses running in fear made her gag.


After many days of traveling she came upon a land. It was confusing to the mare. All different alliances, she moved away from the others and stood by a tree. She looked at the land like the devil looked at heaven. She was disgusted she was about to move on but something made her stay.


Her firey auds were perked forward and her neck slightly arched. Her limbs stayed motionless and she threw her head to clear her forelock from her dark chocolate eyes. She wondered if she would find something here that she couldn't find anywhere else. She made no sound or no motion.


Here horses would know her as just a horse, back home horses said she was the devil himself. She liked the second one better. She let out a threatening call for all to know to leave her alone. Who else could this mare be then Fancy, such a sweet name for such a devilish creacher. Most considered this mare to be a dark while others said she was neutral. She laughed at that, she was no neutral just a dark. Not any dark the purest yet most devilish dark. Any witches heart can be won but hers was sold to a stallion. But he ripped it out of her chest and left her heart broken. So can Fancy ever love again…?

[~♥Dakota♥~]

Smoke washed stag lurked in the shadows. He knew she was here, and she looked dark. He could tell by her actions. Yes. Dark. He stepped from the shadows. He didn't show any meanness. Yet. Love was not for darks. Love was for light and neutrals.

He nipped her as he aproached.

Hello, wrench.

He didn't offer any introductions. He cut right to the chase like darks do. Darks were treated like dirt. But there was rewards... Like the roughest breeding you'll ever see.

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((Blah. Hi again! loL! I don't hav emuch muse for darks right now, and intros are always horrible.))

[Ransom]

Stag snorted, and auds flickered back and forth at the sound of sharp vocals. That was more familar, and he enjoyed it. Suddenly he found his pace to be a gallop, he it steadied in to a rhythmic trot after only a few paces. His cranium was high in the air, with towers pinned so flat they where barely visible from the front view.

Liquid pelets dropped every now and than onto his pelt in a drizzle. They left small dots and a tingling sensation from the cold. He paid it no mind though. He trotted along through the shadows, unable to see but not needing to. Opticals spotted a puppet, stand with a "ADD" look on her face. A beauitful sight. Harsh vocals hissed at her from seemingly all directions as he stepped towards her.

" greetings, puppet. "

His words contained no softness, but a coolness that would be nerve racking to anyone but a dark. His demiener was maintained as his stood, feet being sucked slowly into the ground. Even pests did not bother him at this moment, but his dark whipcord flew from side to side once, than settled with a silence.

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

Fancy loved this. A stallion drooling over her was such a sight. But two was like hell. One seemed like it tried to be a dark the other was a bit confusing. Auds pinned at the touch of a smoke colored stallion. He had no right to touch a witch as herself. Most stallions said she was how sha'll I put it stuck up.


She wondered how long it would be until the stallions noticed each other. Would they fight or would one just leave. Hmmm this could get interesting. Well they both seemed to say the same thing so she decided a nod would be good enough. Naw course not but talking wasn't nessacary. She looked at both stallions. That was enought to do it.


A devilsh look was placed 'pon her dished cranium. Fancy took a step back so both stallions could see each other. Some might considered it as she was scared but if you were smart enough then you would know it was just for fun. Fun that might even draw some blood.

[~♥Dakota♥~]

((Ok.. I have no dark muse! lol! I'll drop out because I have to go, and I dont' want you guys to wait... ))

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

O0c: Oh ok ahh Fancy would of had some fun. Oh well I need to go though be back later. xD

[Ransom]

_{OCC: ok, so Dakota's dark was never here, correct?}

<sub>Opticals glared through slits, but opened wider and had a sense of mocking in them. He quickly wiped that away, returned to his emotionless state. Skin quivered to shoo away pests. Little beasts were back already. He snorted and hissed at her an introduction. He cranium dropped stiffly a few short inches, than rose again.

" well then, m'dear, what is your cursing? I placed with the calling Hitler. "

He carfully surveyed the area around them, barely moving his eyes. Hitler looked towards the wrench, but never really saw her. Opticals got a far away look in them, but in a moment he brought himself back to focus, stomping a dagger in the mud and sending an aray or little drops flying about.</sub>

[Ransom]

OCC; alright, than Lingen, do you want me to change my post & continue this or just accept/decline the claim?

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

O0c: Hmm I guess you could change it, just to stir things up a little. You can get to know how Fancy thinks then xD

[Ransom]

_{OOC: ok, updated the post}

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

Fancy didn't pay much mind to the stallion. She did hear him though. He wanted her cursing, but he doesn't deserve it...atleast not yet. A small smile played 'pon her kissers. How much fun could she have with this stallion. Hmm thoughts popped into her mind. Yes she could pretend to be the flirty type. It seemed all wrong but maybe just maybe it was enough to mess with his head. She was in heat and she could use that as an advantage.


A cursing such as mine doesn't belong to you yet. What would you do with it?


Fancy walked in front of him to the other side. She flicked her tail and turned around. She aroma surrounded her. She was sure any stallion could smell it but most stallions wouldn't approach a mare as dark as her. Fancy tucked her arab neck until her kissers touched her chest. She waited for an answer from the stallion.

[Ransom]

<sub>He saw the glow in his eyes. How annoying mares where. Always trying to play with ones head. Inwardly, he sighed. In other lands he could have snapped, told her he didn't have time for her foolish light-minded games. But the truth was, in this land he had nothing to do. Silently he contemplated the options. There where to few for his liking. He could always steal a foal, jump off of Storm Cliff. They all seemed to damn boring.

He snorted as she attempted to flirt. He nearly snapped, but held his tounge. For what reason, even he couldn't answer. Grumbling under his breath about something like " damn wrenchs.. think we need em'... kill 'em all " but it was inaudible to everyone near him. Auds pinned. He knew she was in heat. No knews there, although the aroma still put a little light in his eyes. Greedy, yes indeed he was. Now, what would he do with her name?

" how may I properly address you, your royal highness, if I don't know your cursing? "

This time he didn't hiss it. Harmonics spoke it in more of a drawl, dripping with harsh sarcasim. He liquid pools were shining bright with mockery, just enough to let her know he was making fun of her. Nares flared again, with that escaped a small snort. He was dying to do something, harm someone. Once in a while he considered leaving this land in his dust. But he knew the time would come later. True, there might not have been as many equines in this land at the moment as in others, but he would wait it out. A darkness clouded his features, giving him a frightening appearance for a moment.</sub>

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

Fancy shuttered at the thought of flirting. To her it seemed like something that didn't belong to her. She noticed the stallion was mocking her. She rolled her chocolate orbs and decided to tell him.


If you must know then I am Fancy


Many back home knew her name to be a horrible thing. But here no brtue nor vixen knew her name or what she was capeable of. Fancy always thought she could take a light down in a hert beat and have done it many times. She never once tried to kill a dark or neutral but she did despise some of them. Fancy would have loved to turn and walk away, most stallions came after her when she did that but she figured this one wouldn't do that. So she stood there waiting for a response from this bastard.

[Ransom]

<sub>The mocking in his eyes subsided as she told him her name. Fancy. An interesting name for a Darq. No need to question, he never was one for interest in small talk. Perhaps it had sinister meaning beneath it. At the thought, he inwardly raised his eyebrows, not towards the vixen but just in thought. Before speaking, it was his turn to circle her. He did so, looking her up and down, admiring certain principles and noting to himself flaws. He liked the flaws, but the scars were his favorite.

" well, Fancy, i realize that if i were to ask you to join me in my hell, you'd turn me down flat. even if i should be so empty headed as to offer you queen, you'd say no again, simply because you want me to beg. so, it is to my pains, that i ask you more about yourself. how many have you killed? "

His tones were the same drawl, but there was no sarcasism in it this time. at the last sentance, his harmonics became slightly sharper, slowly returning to his harsh hissing tone. His eyes didn't mock her, but only told her he knew who she was and just what she was. Hitler was good that way, at figuring others out. He observed, that was his key. In order to triumph over someone you had to know how they thought. It was key, and made fighting with lights often easy. He also knew you had to think like them, because reaction and timing where everything.</sub>

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

Ahhh this sallion seemed smart, but not too smart. she might have accepted his hell but if he wanted to know more then so be it. Hmm how many has she killed? she thought hard then came up with a close number.


Kills? Hmm I would say about 9-11.


Fancy always found joy in killing. But she had to be sneaky when she did i. No she wasn't afraid about getting caught she just didn't want all the oher vixens to run away because they knew her. She always enjoyed the taste of a clueless vixen.