Title: Siren
Description: Can You Resist Her Sweet Song?
Siren - September 3, 2007 08:35 PM (GMT)
The mistress made her appearance like a storm upon the land. Sudden and swift, and with no promise of ending. The demoness had came to the claiming land, seeing as she was without a brute to manipulate. Her slender pillars had carried her tiny bodice over the dying land with endless grace. If she had been a nomad before you would have never guessed it. Not a bone showed, letting others know she was healthy and well fed. Her pelt shined due to great attention and care. The femme knew how to take care of herself and she knew what she needed. At the moment what she craved was a home. Some stability at least until she could gather her thoughts. The nymph drew herself to a halt underneath a small tree. It's leaves were dark and tinted slightly brown, it's height was slightly unimpressive. Even the plants seemed to react to the evil ones that resided in the terra. Or at least so she hoped, for all Siren knew she was the only one in these lands. She hoped she was wrong. Only time would tell. The femmora paused and took in her new surroundings. There wasn't much so she was pretty much out in the open. Something that could threaten her life if there were predators about. Though the banshee guessed that there were few predators since this land was a meeting place for many. Surely the equines would not all flock towards danger.
A moment's hesitation was evident as the wench decided what to do next. She was sure her scent would sweep across the barren land easily, but she wanted to make sure all knew of her arrival. Powerfule hind pistions pushed the wretch vertical, until her nape stretched out towards the heavens. Her fore limbs struck out a few times to achieve balance before her sweet call escaped her throat and captured the short lived silence. Now her arrival was properly celebrated. The equine returned to earth with a loud thump and shifted her weight slowly on her limbs. After a few moments of waiting the mare spotted a cmall patch of semi emerald baldes. With nothing better to do the temptress lowered her gaurd and began to graze. Eventually someone would come. And when they did the Siren would be sure to lure them in with her deadly song.
Arabian - September 4, 2007 12:49 AM (GMT)
'Damn this land.' There was only one thought wandering through the ghostly mind of the shadow, one that he hated, one that disturbed any chance of him eluding the sole source of his unhappiness. Damn the sun. As strangely as they had come, the thoughts were flooding in uncontrolably. The bright sun beat down on his dark hue, one that had attempted to shield itself from sunlight for so long. It seemed to smolder beneath it's burning touch, but he did not cringe away from it's violent way. The shadow's head remained dismally at his shoulders as he slid ghost-like upon the earth, seeking refuge from his worst enemy. At last, the world changed from his victory, a clump of trees, though shaggy and withered, created a dark patch of dead grass beneath them, a clear shield of darkness. The shadow made his way this time more swiftly, towards the darkness. As he passed beneath the shade, the coolness chilled his body in comfort and he was momentarily at peace.
A song pierced the calm about him and his hazy eyes flashes angrily at the disturbance of his shadow. In time he turned his cranium in the direction of the songs outcast and his eyes befeld a beauty. Unfortunately for her, this hardly interested him and he breathed out from his nares heavily, returning mentally to the shade. He closed his orbs, relaxing his entire frame as it was comfortably hidden from view. Yet only a second passed, before they flew open and realization dawned on him. King he was, so Queen he needed. His smokey eyes glanced back at the bella, studying her rather severely. A sinister glint cast unmercifully into his eye as he slunk once more unnoticed from his place of hiding. He approached her quite obviously, this time, taking no heed of his scorching flesh from the sun. He did not hold himself as many one of his stature would command, the shadow preffered his place of refuge to be at his shoulders, comfortable, at ease. It gave off the image of, 'Why are you important? Who the hell do you think you are?'. The ghost took his time in approaching the fae, almost in a lazy fashion.
"Tell me you are not as desperate as you appear to be."
He let this small comment slide with a whisk of his silken banner behind him. He cut across any comment the unknown bella would make, without breaking the somewhat sinister glint in his hue.
"You have quite the pretty voice my dear... what do you call yourself?"
Forward? No, he wasn't one to take his time in getting to the point. When he wanted to know, he would, simple as that. No one was truly worth anything more than they appeared to be, unless they gave real reason to make other's bellieve them so. Why should this fae be any different if she truly had the deceiving manner that glinted in her eye. He'd like to see her try, it would truly be the time of his life. The perfect game, the perfect homicide.
Siren - September 4, 2007 02:12 AM (GMT)
The banshee continued her feeding of the not so lush grass. A movement caught her eye, making her cran jerk heaven-wards violently. There in the distance was a lone stag making his way towards her, taking his sweet time. The temptress fought back the urge to roll her optics as a gesture in annoyance. The nymph did allow a loud snort to escape her nares and the swish of her tail. Cran raised slowly to show she was both unafraid and watching. Siren wasn't about to let this stallion get away with anything. She kept her cran high, the wench allowed few to show dominance over her. The few that did had earned it, just like everyone else was expected to do. Harks turned away from the brute as if her interest was directed somewhere else. Only when he spoke did her sonar give a slight twitch towards him. Not that it mattered, the reaction was in her librims. In response to his comment her lips curled upward into a snarl. It was all she could give in response for the brujo began to speak again. Already cross the femme didn't even want to pay attention to this fool.
But his next curses confused her. Now he was being somewhat decent? The vixen hesitated, wondering if she should give her full name. She decided against it, her full name seemed too personal. As if something only whispered to a lover. And this buck was nowhere near that level yet. "Siren. And you demon?" She replied quickly, her voice remained monotone offering no hatred or friendliness. The brute got to the point, she would admit that. Which was good she supposed, useless chatter could be annoying and tiring. Her gaze remained on the czar, critizing his strengths and weaknesses. An elegan toss of her cran was performed as she felt the skin around her nape grow hot. These summer days seemed to never end and only grow hotter each year. She cursed the gods for the rotten luck of raven tassels instead of white. Those with that lucky recessive gene were probably longing about in complete comfort compared to the damned equines painted dark. The akward silence had begun to settle between the couple.
At least he had not began to circle her like she was some kind of piece of property to inspect. Siren hated when the bastards did that. For some reason it seemed to be an annoying habit they all had in common. The bella flicked her tassels lazily, the sun was getting to her. Making her feel lethargic. Or perhaps it was just the company that fate had graced her with today. Either way, her attention was dying. Still the czarina remained, perhaps the conversation would grow with interest in time. Perhaps the devil had something to offer she could not refuse. Again...only time would tell.
Arabian - September 9, 2007 10:53 PM (GMT)
In the four words she had simply spoken, his decision had been formed of the vix. To be blunt, he liked her. She had fire and spirit, the majority of everything he lacked. Of course he did have spirit, but fire? It simply didn't suite him. More ice seemed to become him than flame, that's how it had always been. He never wasted his time on being something he wasn't, a wannabe demon, we shall call them. For one of his title many would expect him to be brutal, violent, and an extreme threat on first encounter. But he was none of those things, he prefered serenity in the shadows and was hardly violent less need be. So why was did he claim title of Dark? Because that was who he was, he preffered the way they acted, spoke, and ran ther lives, that is, he liked the true darks, the ones who are what they were meant to be, and nothing more. True enough he never expected anyone to be intimidated by him, and really it just wasn't the main factor on his list for life. Sure he said a cruel remark here and there, picked a few fights, but they were never stupid. They always gave meaning even if it wasn't relavent or clear, there was always a reason that he gave, and only the realistic could infer it exactly.
He let Siren get the pleasure of having her tiara above his with a slight bob of his handsome cran. When he caught her demonic snarl after speaking he did nothing more than flick his tail, finding her frankly amusing. But not in the way most dark's insisted their amusement to be. As said before, he found amusement in the way that he liked her, and nothing more. 'Siren' He said the name silently to himself, studying her face lightly. He stood in the same place that he had arrived in and it was several moments after she spoke that he raised his tiara to a little below hers, because before it seemed he was not paying attention. But he did not level out with her, it was obvious it wasn't a sign of her being greater than he, that was not important, it was done so simply because he never liked to be above others. But then... you'd wonder why he decided to be king...
"I see we are not here to be formal. If that is the way you like it, then I am Poltergeist."
True that was a deceiving statement, but if she did not enjoy formal conversation then she would not get it. 'Her downfall' Once again he did not wait for interjecting information that he honestly didn't care about, he got straight to it.
"I am in control of the land Brimstone Mountain which is in need of a growing herem. Should you choose it, this land and others would be partly under your control.
Again, unformal. And really, she would be practically stupid to not comprehend these words. They were probably the only set that would not imply complicated thinking and a long thought process. But this was not his land, and the shadows were once more calling him from the blinding sun above as his flesh already began to feel scorched and burn restlessly as the sun gave way through the clouds.