Solanine
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Post by Solanine on Nov 1, 2014 10:51:58 GMT -7
 SOLANINE ARDENCE
Upon tender stomach he broods at the top of the path, analyzing the star-burst sky with relative interest, patterns of the galaxy reflecting in azure eyes. Audits straighten attentively as he takes in the world around him, glancing occasionally down the nearest path to the peak in which he rests upon. Full midnight moon breeds wayward thoughts as the bioluminescent stallion ponders his existence and his inevitable ascension. Hooves shift as he moves his weight to his opposite side, a strange smirk constantly tainting marked features.
Small firefly rests upon his brow, atop the base of his horn and he shakes his head to dislodge it, almost mischievously. It drifts, groggily, at first, around the sharpened spiral before its pace picks up, turns jerking more sharply in an almost admonishing way. He snorts, briefly and lightly tossing his mane. It taunts him, in a way, this firefly. It resembles his magical force--embodies he powers that he does not yet have and it remotely infuriates him. At times, he wishes to be rid of it but he knows that soon it will give him strength.
But he wouldn't mind it hurrying up a little.
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Brise
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Post by Brise on Nov 1, 2014 17:30:18 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 She was going no where in particular, merely soaring about looking for some entertainment. She found it when her eyes laid upon a rather prominent pain in her ass. Or he had been during the Halloween festival at least. Perhaps paying him a visit would be worth the demeaning way he treated her. So she dove gracefully and precisely landing a couple of feet in front of the stallion. Her grin was wicked, painted with the faintest amusement. "What a coïncidence running into you." Contempt colored her French tainted words. Her snicker was light and insincere, yet still lulling in a way. So was the sound of her wings folding tightly to her ribs, protecting and hiding a bag filled with precious items, a magical egg included.
Her lips curved up even further at the sight of frustration written across his face. If only she had mastered her powers already, she could freeze that amusing look to his face for days. Alas, she was not strong enough yet to conjure her curses. Soon though, she could feel the potential tingling in her very being, in every fiber. Soon she would be quite the force to reckon with.
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Last Edit: Nov 1, 2014 17:31:39 GMT -7 by Brise
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Solanine
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Post by Solanine on Nov 2, 2014 19:14:11 GMT -7
SOLANINE ARDENCE
Fate is unkind to Solanine in terms of preserving his solitude--an event that is unsurprising to anyone that knows the absolutely horrid karma he's racked up under his name. However, the familiar face that greets him seems a little extreme to the wayward stallion. The shifting of wings above him draws his attention first--followed by the scuffling of his hooves as he gives the disgusting creature a wide berth. As scornful words reach forward-tilted audits, he snorts, ears tipping back against ebony skull.
"If I'd known you would stalk me on your own time, I would have gotten a restraining order," he answers dismissively, tail flicking and nose wrinkling with disdain. He spares her but a brief glance before turning his eyes away, choosing to see her only in his peripherals, ears attuned to every sound that might suggest a charge or any similar movement from her. Hoof stomps against the stone in his irritation. "Do me a favor and stick to the skies--high enough where I don't have to see your ugly mug."
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Post by Brise on Nov 7, 2014 18:27:45 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 "Stalking is an awfully negative word. I see it more as keeping a tab on that stick poking out of your ass. I could see it from quite a ways up." Her voice was one of cruel amusement. The disgust scribbled across his face only fueled her vengeful nature. Her grin was immature but not friendly in any way. It looked twisted and... Wicked. Her eyes were lit with an unnatural fire, one that would consume anything and everything and still flicker on. It could even be compared to the fire the twin dragons had once unleashed.
"It seems as though my presence is completely adored." The thick sarcasm running through her voice was enough to choke... Well, a horse. The venom that ran through her voice was also evident. Whether or not this individual hated her or not was not her concern. Making him miserable was.
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Solanine
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Post by Solanine on Nov 9, 2014 11:07:12 GMT -7
SOLANINE ARDENCE
With a contemptuous snort, hips swing briefly toward her as he waggles his broad rear at her, tail swaying aside with a dutiful flick. He gives it a good shake, sneering mirthlessly, "Give it a good look, sweetling--it's all you'll ever be looking at." He'd always be one step ahead of her inferior race, of her inferior gender. He flexes, hinds shifting apart just a bit to offer one last generous view, before he sidles his body to be relatively perpendicular with hers, though his hindquarters always bear a bit of a tilt towards her.
Origins of his misogynistic and racist attitude proves unfathomable--perhaps it is the way he was raised; perhaps it is an experience, or a complex, or issues with a parent or a figure in his life. All one can be sure of is that it is there--and it will not leave. Burning with hatred, he gives another disgusted, gagging snort at her words.
"As adored as the plague, m'dear," he drawls dismissively, almost nonchalantly, his care for the situation fading more and more into nonexistence--however, he has been here first, and it is here he will stay. Head lowers as he gives the immaculate appearance of now completely ignoring the worthless being in his presence, though his senses remained attuned to the mare's every being in a well-practiced and very useful act.
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