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Post by muhaju on Oct 20, 2014 23:45:22 GMT -7
If you haven't read the halloween updates thread yet, please do so here! Piercing, crimson glazed suns peered over the central lands. The sun began to fall below the horizon and the trees began to cast twisted, blackened shadows. Muhaju stared grotesquely at her open canvas, waiting patiently for the light to fade completely from her view. Black Hollow was hers until the fall season began to wane and beckon for the colder months. She licked her dry lips and brought her bloody orbs to the sky. A howl rumbled from the depths of her belly and she let out a wicked cry. The moon beckoned to her summon and it rose above the clouds where it gleamed a deadly orange. The forest fell silent at her twisted smile and she laughed flavorfully as she did her duties. The leaves that still clung to the trees glowed a generous amount of yellows, oranges, and reds. Pumpkins settled beneath the trunks with wicked smiles and a laugh to pierce the night. Sweet leafy treats sit nestled under hollowed logs and tree trunks, enough until even the gluten is satisfied. "Come! My children! Let us give thanks for our wicked doings and rejoice with tricks and evil deeds!" @everyone- everyone is encouraged to participate! |
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Post by Marilyn Manson on Oct 21, 2014 16:09:34 GMT -7
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Night time was creeping over the aged lands. Tall maple trees continued to reach out to the darkening heavens above, seeping in the co2 to save the earth from such emissions. Their shadows touched the ground, stretching as far as they possibly could. It looked simply haunting as the white and black stallion stepped foot into the land. He had heared whispers on the breeze that this was the place where events were mostly held. It lured him forth from whatever place he was hidding in.
A howl pierced the sky as the orange moon hung high in the sky. This is what he lived for. He thrived for creepy things. From creepy to simply morbid and grotesque. It was his life. He lived for the different things. For anything really that spoke true to him. He casted glances at the pumpkins with their crazy looks as he stepped through the leaves. He shot the mare before him an appreciated look. Did you decorate?
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Post by Brise on Oct 21, 2014 16:36:16 GMT -7
 Crumbling in disgrace
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees The cry was one of a horror, stabbing aimlessly at her ears. Yet a thrill coursed through her veins and she could taste the excitement on her tongue. Whatever had made such a gut wrenching sound had to be a sight. Crimson eyes glanced eagerly ahead at the moon, with her quickly following suit. Brisk autumn air enveloped her greedily as she soared towards the star-speckled black canvas overhead. Her eyes never left the sight of the vibrant tangerine orb of the night. The celestial body above beckoned her, for this was the one night a year the heavens accepted demons. The one evening they allowed monsters to dance before them openly.
She was in no need of a mask for once. Even Satan's daughter was embraced on Halloween. Perhaps this high, this wicked euphoria was why this midnight hour in particular was her favorite time of the year. No amount of cruelty was too much, no sin wasn't worth committing even for a saint.
A thundering voice from underneath her caught Brise's attention and she dived towards the sound immediately. Keen eye's caught sight of an ebony mare with a face similar to her own wandering around. Brise landed lightly, looking curiously at the mare. "Salut, mademoiselle. When does the fun begin?" A thick French coated her voice, smooth and lilting. tag: everyone words: 222 template by eliza @ tb & thq |
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Post by muhaju on Oct 23, 2014 12:19:13 GMT -7
If you haven't read the halloween updates thread yet, please do so here! A wicked grin cracked her dry lips and two bloody suns gazed upon two mortals of Black Hollow. A foggy, blackened aura danced around her ashy bodice, flowing outwards with a force that rustled even the tidiest of locks. Heavy steps left behind dead foliage and bristled, yellow grass. A growl rumbled from the back of her throat followed by a deafening hiss that seethed through her clenched teeth, "Welcome son and daughter of Black Hollow".Waves of cold, brisk air left her gaping, hollowed mouth and a frosty chill settled along the spines of all of her visitors. Voices of children settled at the tips of her ears and she flashed a frightful stare at the two comers of her party. "Of course I decorated, did you think it was that prude, Navaiz? That daughter of Winter has no place here" she howled. Muhaju's interest turned to the ash colored pegasus with a malevolent gaze and pounded her silk colored hoof to the ground. The breeze howled at her feet and gusts of unpleasant winds screeched and twisted their way to the ebony mare. Laced with the smells of flesh and death she hissed wickedly, "it has already started" |
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Post by Marilyn Manson on Oct 24, 2014 7:14:53 GMT -7
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There was the sound of another set of hoofbeats and his eyes followed them. His head slowly turned, locking onto the approaching form of the heavily french accented pegasus he had ran into before earlier. Closing his eyes, he turned his skull away and shook his head trying to get rid of the look of amusement that crossed his features. After the deitie spoke before him, a wave of cold air caressed his body. His skin tingled and it sent shivers up his spine the boy too much enjoyed for his own good. He nodded in agreement as the sugarskull girl spoke.
He turned slightly to watch the conversastion flicker on towards the two mares. So the fun had started. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched the breeze sweep its way towards the ebony winged mare wondering what was to happen next.
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Post by Solanine on Oct 29, 2014 19:19:39 GMT -7
 SOLANINE ARDENCE
His presence is foreshadowed in softly-glowing slices of fire and ice and solitary alabaster firefly, budding dim and small in the darkness and bobbing minutely. From the depths of the maples he strides as a prince, chin raised as he stalks confidently from the tar of twisted night, the shadows relinquishing merciless hold on him with utter reluctance, seeming to grudgingly drag away from ashen bodice. A soft breeze gently tugs and sucks the scent of the goddess' deathly air into gaping nares and he shudders at the scent of death and w a r that floods his senses. Piercing cerulean eyes sweep to those present, offering only a small, curt nod to the decorated stallion present and a brief but notable drop of chiseled head in rare respect to Muhaju. He utterly ignores the pegasi mare present, lips pulled to a tight line as he spares only the slightest of glances before deeming the creature u n w o r t h y--as always.
Limp beast slung across powerful shoulders comes to attention as he shrugs it from his upper back, sending it to a crumpled heap beside him. Yellowed ivories find the bloodied fawn's neck, sinking teeth about its bones to gain a commanding grip on its nape. He lifts it, muscles rippling, and presents it to the hallowed ascended, withdrawing as he lays it a few choice yards away from Muhaju's hooves, knowing better than to near the reaper's aura that glows darkly from obsidian-cast form.
"My queen." Wintry voice drips from blackened lips, tongue trailing out to nonchalantly clean the crimson from leathery lines. A warped concoction of humbled respect and heightened confidence laces rough timbre. "A gift, for your..." Abyssal pupils sweep briefly, disappointingly, at the meager 'group' of equines, scoffing at the folly of his species and those related--have they no respect for the deities of this realm? "...festivities." Subconsciously, in the manner of one accustomed to challenges, he sizes up those around him--an act done with surprising subtlety in contrast to the rest of his usual attitude. Here, though, he is somewhat subdued--the Ardence knows better than to trifle with the temper of those above.
Crooked, cocky grin stretches features wide, audits forth as he speaks. "How shall we celebrate, hmm?" he all but p u r r s, shaking his head to lightly toss his mane in a clear gesture of eagerness. "Perhaps... a fight to the death? His smile is wicked and his intent seems oddly unclear--he jests and yet he speaks seriously, he plays and yet he means it. Dark chuckle rumbles from cavernous chest.
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Post by muhaju on Oct 30, 2014 20:52:01 GMT -7
If you haven't read the halloween updates thread yet, please do so here! Her interest towards the pegasus diminished and her fiery orbs turned and gazed at an ebony colored stallion. A brazen stare looked the brute up and down and a frown fell over her face. Like a brilliant christmas decoration, the stallion gleamed with a certain radiance that perked her interest slightly. She glanced towards the pale, marked stallion for only a moment before whipping her orbs back to the pretty light show. Blues and oranges reflected off of her dim, red eyes and a smile played on her lips. A limp fawn slips from the brute's shoulders and falls to the ground. She watches with a dull curiosity as it is brought to her and is laid at her feet. A wicked glare is shot in the direction of the ash colored stallion and the sweet aroma of blood plays at her nostrils. 'My queen.' Muhaju glares a wretched gift of ivory suns 'A gift, for your...' and nostrils flare with slight anticipation and angst, '...festivities.' She eyes the limp body that began to stain the grass with its red liquid. Her flaring nostrils grow deep and she heaves a shallow inhale. The body of the fawn deteriorates into an ebony mist, sweet with the blackened aura of the deity herself. It hangs at her feet for a only a moment before sweeping up into the depths of her open nostrils. A deadly sigh silences the forest and her crimson eyes gaze back to the giver. "You better not be brown nosing me, boy" she hisses. She ignores his further statements until the word death pricks at her ears. A wicked grin cracks her dried lips, "are you volunteering?"@everyone- (: |
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Post by Brise on Nov 1, 2014 16:56:38 GMT -7
Crumbling in disgrace
But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant
Waving his pistol in my face
He wants me right down on my knees Her look of bemusement looked murderous in the shrouded evening as she listened to the banter of her company. Brise flashed them a wicked grin, ivory teeth standing out startlingly in the dim surroundings. Innocence and horror were swirling in the air, dancing a deadly duet. One could taste it, choke on it even it was so thick in the air. But then the air shifted, and an arrogance plagued the space. As the goddess turned to face him a flame of jealousy ran through her veins. The pimp barely rolled his eyes over her before throwing his nose up further. "Perhaps shoving that stick up your ass a little more will do the trick, bâtard." Her comment carried no emotion, but still exhibited a thick French accent. But soon her attention was dragged from the unicorn with an ego larger than the orange moon to a thick black cloud rising from the earth. The body of the fawn no longer rested peacefully on the forest floor. Only a pool of blood remained to tell the young one's story.
Brise heard the goddess's next comment and smirked softly. She sauntered up to the neon and ebony brute, slowly reaching to brush her feathers tips along his spine. Her smirk broadened into a truly sadistic grin. "It would seem so." Her comment held a challenge, and she turned to look him straight in the eyes. No sexist son of a bitch was going to walk away from her without a few scars.
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Post by Solanine on Nov 4, 2014 17:24:10 GMT -7
[ been a few days so I'll go ahead and reply. o; ] SOLANINE ARDENCE
His gift dissipates into a satisfying dark aura, still at the goddess' hooves for a small while before it is sucked violently into flaring nare. Lips twitch further upward by the most minute of bits, audit flicking with utter dismissal at the insignificant words that had been uttered by the pissed-off mare he'd ignored. Poor jealous baby, he coos in his mind, not even sparing her a single glance, feeding off of her fury.
Muhaju's words reach him and he chuckles slightly, lowering his head but only briefly. "Never," he replied evenly. "Merely showing that it's polite to show up with a gift, rather than only taking and not giving." To him, they are the unworthy guests--the ones who shit in the punch after mooching the food and not even bringing any presents to a birthday party. It is not a Halloween festival without an offering, is it not?
The brutish fae approaches and he takes an indignant step back away from her touch before it grows too near, relatively repulsed but putting off an outward veil of neutrality--one that is obviously false but vague enough to hold her responsible for how she interprets it. He scoffs at their skepticism.
"I am no coward," he iterates sharply, eyes boring harshly into the female who had approached them, ocean blues burning with unrestrained ice. Pupils burned into hers as he sought a way under her skin, distancing their forms in order to put about five or so yards between them. Defenses set into place--head lowers slightly, tipping forward to put horn and dial between her and his throat should she prove man enough to carry through. Legs spread evenly to distribute his weight for utmost balance, shoulders shifting slightly forward. "The question is, my dear--are y o u?"
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Post by muhaju on Nov 11, 2014 12:56:18 GMT -7
A slight look of amusement fell over her ghastly face. She knew the other deities would not be pleased if they heard that a son and daughter of Black Hollow had fought to the death. Though curious, she could easily wipe them from this island and never see their sorry faces again. Muhaju peered towards the colorful stallion with a solemn whisper and a seriousness stole her playful gestures. The brute's compliments hit no cord with her and she remained silent towards his words. The mare had not caught her waning interest and she looked away towards the bloodied moon. Words of bravery and taunt played at the tips of her ears, "if you wish for death I will give you death" she hissed, referring to both, son and daughter. "But do not ask me for something you will regret later" a frown pricked at her dry lips and she wet them briefly. Her gaze washed over the two with curiosity and slight hesitation. The harsh, deathly aura around her hazy bodice had settled into the soil of the central land. Echoes of the deceased rung in her ears and the howl of the moon danced upon her sore eyes. Her sympathies would not go out to those who died with such vanity and yet she was somewhat disgusted by those who wished to pluck their existence for sheer amusement. @everyone- everyone is encouraged to participate! |
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