show me someplace {any alliance}

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take me in your hands**

^{Candi stepped lazily into the boundaries of claiming, there were already several other mares and studs, but she wasn't intimidated by their presence. She smirked slightly at the reminiscence of her first claiming experience, how her personality had not yet been dulled down. And in the least, she had been, well, brat like. Those old feelings were returning, she couldn't help but to grin, thinking of what on earth she would do this time. She surprised herself at times,so there was no way of being informed of her antics. She moved stealthily to a secluded area of claiming, which was in a grove of several trees and brush. Uninhabited, it provided ample space to relax, stress free. She stood in place, dentals snatching greedily at the growing emerald stalks. Spring had several advantages, no? Hind cocked in laze, weight shifting. She groaned softly, plush wrinkling in disdain. She wanted some company. That sly old smirk returned, a devilish look in her eye. She was growing out of the loner stages, for more reasons than one. Plume was snugly tucked in the season of spring, muscles were loose. A state of boredom was dully entwining itself into the atmosphere, and she shifted restlessly. She was waiting, but not very patiently. All she wanted was someone here with her, but who would give it to her?}

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post coming soon.
Dark alliance if thats okay wid choo?`

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_{[great with mee]}

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The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

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--> With the intetnions of the devil himself dark demon protruded 'pon the putrid land. The stench of a thousand lone faes and many hundreds of stallions hung in the air. Pathetic whelps that could not resist having rule over a male. The elder stags acted as if they had authority over all mares. The younger ones, here to satisfy their horny wants and needs. Ebon pelt shining in the bright intensity of the hot midday sun. Dem kept his head low, arched from his cranium, labrums never moving. Deep black pool surveying the land and all the pathetic czars and contessa's that enhabited it. Shallow white pool watching blankly. Lifting his knees high fly swatter lashing about his sides with irritance and impatience. Boredom was apparent in his ebon bod. Long banner gliding over his rounded serpentine. Lowering his torso lower on the topography his pace increased to that on a streaking run. It was obvious that he was acrimonious, but wasn't he always? Not neccessarily vexed, just apparent to the unknown. He drifted into the abyss, the umbra concealing him from the unknowing, unexpecting eye. He stood imobilized for a moment, Ooids surveying the Cadre with a more detailed eye. Blood pulsing thick in his veins.

--> The devil is i! And i is here!

He released a shrill sream, echoeing through the acreage, his presence know known to all that bothered to walk the putrid land. A smirk crossed his labria, eyes narrowed as he spied a lone vixen sulking nearby. What fun this coul be! It had been so long sinse he had had a toy to play with. He watched her with a keen eye, impicting her movements and deciding on which way best could he play with her. Whipcord lashing the air with concentration as he juggled between this and that. After a short moment he shifted his frame onto his powerful hind haunches and launched off into that powerful run once more. He appraoched the pathetic whelp and sltted into his place in encircling her, Ghastly white Ooid watching her with such intesity she must have felt his burning gaze. His pace dropped to that of a pounding trot as he made his way round her bod. On and on he went, following an invisible trail about her. Never was there a fault in his ways, he knew what he was doing, he knew so very well exactly what he was up to. He had played this game before, but with being so bored lately this game would be ever so intense! Labrums parted to reveal pointed ivories, a smirk of all but the devil did he give her. She had been warned, that she was now playing with the devil. Cage rising and falling with his steady strong breath, pistons churning a track as he passed over it time and again.

His snarl was fierce, cruel and insane, Scythers scarring the land with each deadly footfall, Talons like those couls shattter bones, but it was much too early in the game to revert to ending it now, Whilst still encricling her he blinked his unforgiving eye, raising his cranium higher pon his curvature to deem his full height. His soundless snarl racked over her body and he laughed to himself as a shiver caught her. Still she stood motionless, he was glad she felt so aware of him, he could almost feel her fear. Without warning he rushed in at her, razor ivories embedding themselves into her hide, hard enough to draw blood on the vixen's rear, he returned to his circle, continuing on as if the gash would not cause her pain, though he knew it would. Oh how she would feel that in the morn. Obsidian Fleece rippled with numerous muscles, flanks that could run for a hundred miles wihtout pausing, pistons that could churn the earth time and time again without beginning to feel an ounce of strain. Scythers that could shatter bones, and ivories that could tear the flesh from the bones even after they had been shattered. In his mind brawn was everything, it did rule over brains. Without brawn one would simply be a nerd who's whole life relied on his calculations. But he was smart too. He had the brains to depict a scheme against his games even before the creater could. Speed was always a powerful weapon, for when one was faced with a stag bigger tha himself speed could help put ones bulk to greater use, making the force as bod hits bod twice as powerful. Sheitan was yet to meet a stag that were bigger and stronger than he, though he doubted he would until one challenged him for the name of the devil. Mind shying back to its purpose and focusing on the bleeding fae before him, he continued to circle before pausing by her front. He snarled, labrums curling up in the corner.

---> Speak!

He spat at her, labrums clamping shut once his script was released. His words had been deep, voice strong and low, daunting and demanding. He narrowed his Oculi at her, daring her to disobeye his command. She had met her master, her game player, and ruler. She now wore the brand of him. All would now run and hide from her, the bite would soon bruise black and blue and purple and green all over, it would spread like a desiese and scar her for the rest of her pathetic living days. Now all she needed was a name, the name that all his vixen oponants wore. But that would come. First he awaited her reply, his expression growing colder by the second, even though it had seemed it could not get any eviler from the second he had arrived.

The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

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<sup>Candi smirked. He looked like her type, tough and little mean. But she liked that in a stallion. Hearing speak, she thought she might give a speach.

"Don't have to be so rough honey, names Candi."

She didn't think he was one of those stallions that talks and talks.. Thank the lord! He was one who just claimed her by speaking, and she liked that.

"What's your name baby?"

She knew he probably didn't like his nicknames, but she so did. Candi was very glad she came to the claiming grounds today. She was a big pain, but he could probably handle her. Unlike the other nice stallions.

[sorry ^^^]</sup>

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dnt worry bout it lol. i might not b able to get a post done for a few days. im in a battle with a rly rly rly good RPer on another site and i need all the muse i can get to make my post half as long as hers

EDIT - i finnished the battle post and it was 1756 words!!! That's my record post So therefor my muse is totally flunked and i rly cant get a post up atm.

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The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

--> Slight smirk playing across his velveteens. Foolish was the fae before him, thinking he was a pathetic whelp like her. Ghastly pallid Ooid playing across her vivid features, she was nothing special, but still he caught the feeling that she would be a fun one to toy with. Turning his cranium slowly to catch a glimps of her with his deep ebon Ooid. Harks flicking with bemused interest. He watched her without a single word playing on his kissors. He came across as hardly there in the mind, but oh was he smart, not like your usual mind twisting, scheming horny boys that walked 'pon these lands. Oh no, he was not here for the pleasure of owning a mare, he was here for the pleasure of screwing with their minds and scarring them from the inside out.

Having no intentions of claiming this mare or any other he took a step forward, snaking his cranium in a threatening way, he lashed out at her shoulder, embedding his razor ivories into the soft flesh that was hers. Stepping back he sblack personed at the oozing trail that snaked its way down her side. Pathetic whelp, already he was bored with her, she was not giving into his game willingly, so he would have to make her. Bunching his hindquaters beneath him he swiveled on his forelegs and released a kick to her cage with such force it could shatter bones. Though the force of the attack was nothing to him. Spinning round on hindquaters, planting his scythes firmly into the ground he raised his cranium and released a scream that echoed across the vast wasteland, the heads of all those nearby shot in his direction.

--->Come doll play with the devil the devil wants to play-

Ooids hardening, white seeming to glow with that ghastly shine, scar rolling on through it without mercy, as he was without mercy. All would now run from this pathetic whelp, she bore his trademark, she was now his doll, his toy, another player in this game of his. Oh yes the devil is a tricky fellow, playing and toying with ones mind until they are nomore, until they feel fear and hatred in everyone who confronts them. Perhaps they will never trust again, for he had betrayed all that ever was. He was the devil, and the devil is a tricky fellow.

Once more he surged forward, crashing his cage into hers forcing the wind from her lungs, he snarled as she staggered at his force and he danced away on heavy feet. Deep normal ebon orb showing his amusement and awaiting any sinister reactions she may reflect. Thick dreads falling over his face. He made no effort to brush them aside, whipcord lashing about with apparent irritance, his trot was steady and strong as he circled the small fae. Ooids unmoving, focused absently on the whelp of whom he encircled, creating a dusty cloud after each of his large cracked scythes.

--->I be sheitan-

The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

[[xCANDI.MEMORYx]]

Shocked as he bit out a her shoulder. She let out a whimpering cry. Candi could feel the blood stain her white fur. Not thinking he'd attack again so soon, he did and it hurt more this time. He kicked her in her cage, but no bones broke, at least. She noticed he was playing with her, but it was hard to think with the pain. She heard him scream Come doll play with the devil the devil wants to play.

"I'm already playing."

Candi looked done at the dirt by her hooves. She knew she was his, and she knew she'd have to put up with it. She smiled a little, even though he hurt her much, a little part of her liked him in a romantic way. But she doubted he did, but maybe, maybe a little part of him knew this wasn't right and he should treat her kindly, just maybe. She watched hiim circle her, her eyes following every move. Then she whisped very quietly, which nobody could probably hear.

"I'm yours..."

[^ not my best.. ^]

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ooc - sorry this took me so long. ive been struggling with truckloads of homework. Ive been back at school for about a week. i dnt really have time to do this so it'll be short.

The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

--> Obsidian pelt gleaming in the harsh UV rays of the midday sun. The large fire orb in the sky blazed with severity, threatening to burn him and sap all life from his ebon bod. He posed a challenge to that great fire ball way up there in the sky, daring it to singe him into nothing. For he knew it could not really touch, being so far away and all. Kissers creasing in the corners into a sly smirk as he watched the femme boredly, the sun would reflect off her moon washed pelage. Ghastly white Ooid never moving from her as he circled about her small bod without cease. He watched with no reaction as she panted and grasped for air, willing it to dwell in her lungs. She stood slightly hunched, he guessed his blow had inflicted firey pain on her barrel. Im already playing. He noted with amusement how weak her words sounded. She was in pain, and he could see that, as clear as day. Without warning he surged at her, his massive bulk moving solidly, the blow would be inhumane. He had picked up a great deal of speed by the time he was mere meters away from her. He lowered his cranium, staring her straight in the eye and for a moment it seemed he would crash head-on with her, breaking both their skulls. But he slid on his haunches, grunting softly with effort as he stopped inches before her. The skid was perfectly times, As he stopped the bridge og his nose rested on hers. He glared at her with his two Ooids.

---> Well i don't think you are doll.

He grinned madly, the hatred in his expression oh so evil as he stared into her eyes before yanking his cranium off hers and reeling away on sturdy shanks. He stole away about her. He was a boy of few words. Little did he ever speak, only when he was playing, or when he returned to claim something that was rightfully his, which of course this vixen was not. He didn't plan on keeping her, just using her for his own amusement till he got bored and moved on to the next victim. Drawing to a halt meters before her he stared with cold eyes and a blank expression. He snarled unforgivingly, the reason as to why unapparent. And once more he seemed expectant of her to reply, for if she didn't she would pay.

The devil is here,
he shall rein,
he feels your fear and your pain.
You kow you can't run,
you can see you cant hide
so give yourself up
and lose all your pide.

[[xCANDI.MEMORYx]]

<sub>Candi looked in his eyes and heard him say something. Well i don't think you are doll. She smiled, well, she wasn't a doll. Then she noticed the pain in her body had seemed to eased, but not all. Then she whispered in his ear...

"Why aren't I a doll?"

Candi watched him with everymove. She noticed he was just having fun. He was covered in darkness, and she wasn't. Then she saw him backaway. She decided it was time to play her game.

"Bored with me already?"

Candi circled around him, flicked her tail. She knew she wasn't that tough, but she wasn't trying to be. She wanted to have fun, 'cause thats why she came here today. Then she came to a stop. He still had many questions to answer, and she was waiting.</sub>

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Meep! Omgord. im so sorry for the inactivity late;y. we had our internet disconnected and we are switching to broadband. We've been having alot of trouble getting it set up. They took ages to send it to us and then when they did the modem was faulty so i can't post till they send us a new one. Besides, im surprised to realise how much having a break from RPing kills your muse.

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^{[tis fine]}

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omgod!!!!!!!! i just did a 100 post reply to this thread and then my stupid computer deleted it!!! I'm sorry but this has totally killed me and i cant reply again. Im so pissed off now cos it was a rly good post

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Obsidian brute stared at the pathetic whelp before him, a develish smrik playing across his maw. The sun, Kalinda, as he had named it, continued to blaze down on his dark skin. He came across as tranquil but all could see that he was belligerent to the core, it took up most of his personality. Well, what personality he had that was. The tillage was spewing with pathetic whelps and horny stags strutting about to merely satisfy their lust. What weakness this was. The cadre was where stags came to give up their honour, their pride, and their dignity. Sheitan was different. He would never live alongside another. He would be alone till the day he perished. Never to be corrupted by another. A mate only got in the way in his opinion. He would never submit himself to a world full of strings to tie him down. He would leave that to those horny stags nearby. The world was his, and all its enhabiatnts, his dolls.Whether those dolls would be cherished or never played with he did not know, but it was all so fun, such a thrilling game to play all his life. Why aren't i a doll? ooids sparkling with darkness, harks tilited lazily in her direction he let her watch him for a moment before his deep vocals drifted eerily across the light breeze.

--->Oh my child. You are a doll. And i think it's time to play.

When she challenged him with her boredom talk he decided it was time to put this xanthippe in her place. He stood calmly still, the action playing as prolix in his own mind. But sometimes you had to be dull to be daring. He gave no reaction to her circling till she had stepped foot so foolishly behind him. Tucking his whipcord in tighter he tossed his ebon zenith with a laugh before lashing his flyy swatter at her and raising his hindwauters beneath him. Bunching them up softly and letting the springs in his shanks recoil and release. Jagged, chipped and worn scythes slashed through air with a force that caused the air to rush in a threatening noise. Just as his legs were about to reach their length he felt the firmiliar 'thud' as hoof hit flesh. Calculating the damage quickly he guessed the worst his strike would cause was a cracked rib and a few weeks of weezing. Perhaps less. She had been almost out of his range so the impact had not been as futile. Scythes thudding back to solid ground he kept his back to her as he spoke. His words sending a chill down others' spines.

--->I am not bored of you doll it is you who is bored of me if i quess correctly.

ooc - -sigh- told you it killed me

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are you still here ?