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And you know I'm loaded... - Killgore - 05-26-2015 The cold air clung to the chocolate coffee-colored mare, making her skin sting. She couldn't feel her ears, and her maw had long since gone numb, but it was a good feeling. The pain had a silky way of caressing her, lovingly warming her body, her mouth creased in enjoyment. Nothing could spoil the excitement of being taken back to childhood, that first step into a new territory, all the unfamiliar beings. She walks with pride, her chest puffed out, performing a dance of disdain as she meticulously picks up and places each feathered pole. Each step sounded with a grating scratch against the winter hardened earth, announcing her arrival in an almost ceremonious way. ((sooo long time no RP= crap at the villain character my apologies for my suck, and mega fail using wrong name before)) RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Khaos - 05-27-2015 He’s not entirely sure why he’s stuck around so long today. Few mares have bothered to brave the cold and venture into the field, and those that have, have already been approached by other stallions. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem - he doesn’t mind a little friendly competition - but the cold has always put him in a bit of a bad humour. He supposes it has to do with the nature of his body - pure iron does not do well in cold temperatures. Thankfully the temperatures in the field will never be cold enough to do actual damage to his body. He’s considering heading back into the herd lands (he still hasn’t settled on one), when a flicker of movement catches his eye. A mare, all by herself. His keen eyes follow her as she steps into the field, carrying herself in a way that is much unlike the other mares currently in the field. It’s more … proud. More dominant. And he likes it. He doesn’t head to her immediately however, instead taking a dawdling, circular route in her direction. It gives him all the more time to observe her. And the more he sees, the more he likes. Finally, he makes his move. He breaks into an open, easy trot, and makes a beeline for her. He doesn’t bother to hide. There’s no point after all - a horse made of pure iron stands out on a snowy field. In fact he hopes he cuts a rather impressive image - 17 hands of metal gleaming in the winter sun isn’t something you’re going to see every day after all. He stops directly in front of her, and flashes her a wicked grin. “Why hello there. I’m Khaos. To whom do I owe the pleasure?” K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Warship - 05-27-2015 i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell warship RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Killgore - 05-27-2015 They had come, sooner rather than later.... RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Khaos - 05-29-2015 Oh he likes her. He can see her giving him a once over as he approaches, and the tiny smirk that follows tells him that she likes what she sees. Good mare - she knows how to appreciate quality when she sees it. And really, so does he. She’s a pretty thing, powerfully built, and that attitude … She would make a welcome addition to his herd. She certainly would make life interesting at the very least. After he introduces himself however, the sound of hooves crunching through the snow catches his attention. He turns, angry, to see a battle-worn black stallion approaching. He’s unremarkable, except for a glowing blue symbol on his chest. Khaos would have likely found it interesting, if he had not been so irritated at the old man for interrupting. He snorts, but keeps his cool. There’s no point in starting a fight. Not yet anyhow. The stallion comments on the weather, and Khaos wants to roll his eyes, though he keeps himself and check and simply offers a flat, “indeed.” The stallion reveals himself as the General of the Chamber, and Khaos is instantly glad that he has kept himself in check. While he is confident in his abilities, and believes he could take on the old man, he doesn’t feel that it is particularly wise to make an enemy of the Chamber at this point in his life. He inclines his head back at the stallion then turns back to the mare, who’s rather more important in his books. She preens, showing off to the both of them. He’s getting the distinct feeling that she wouldn’t mind them fighting over her at all. “Ah well, I hope that’ll be me personally.” He grins at her. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Killgore - 06-04-2015 She flicked her auds as the one called Khaos spoke, and his verses brought a small coy smile to her lips. Of course you would hope so darling, she thought to herself, her banner flicking as she became more relaxed with the encounter. The big black one had thus far been so stoic after his comments on the nasty weather. RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Khaos - 06-12-2015 She smiles at his response, but doesn’t deign to answer. Irritation flickers in the back of his mind but he forces it down. This little darling is just waiting to be plucked, and he’s dying to steal her away. The black tattooed beast is still silent for the moment, and Khaos decides to make his move. This ‘Warship’ is a kingdom recruiter after all, and is more interesting in her for her potential place in his ranks, than for the fun she can provide. And well, Khaos is interested in the fun. He steps forward and leans down, brushing his iron muzzle against her bay coat. Soft. Then he circles her, brushing gently along her dark sides. He can feel the traces of iron moving through her veins, and aches to toy with them, but he resists. No, that behaviour will be saved for his pet back home. This one is special. He won’t tarnish her in that way … unless she asks for it. “Well doll, what do you say? Care to join me in my territory, Silver Cove?” He glances back at Warship, waiting for whatever the black stallion will add. For surely he will - he would be crazy to let this one go without a fight. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Killgore - 06-15-2015 They had left a lady waiting, oh yes, they had. Nares flared at the inconvenience, she continued to give them both a hard look. Inside her mind was screaming, "What the hell are you waiting for?" She had practically set herself up on a silver platter for taking, why she had even encouraged even encouraged their hostility. Not a single bite, no not today. Tut, tut. RE: And you know I'm loaded... - Khaos - 06-17-2015 He’s rather astounded at this point that the other stallion hasn’t said a word. Why would he approach such a lovely thing, only to give it up without any sort of fight whatsoever? It’s enough to make him want to shake his head, but he resists the urge. If the stallion isn’t even going to try to compete for the mare’s attention, he’s not worth even the smallest expenditure of energy. Killgore is far more interesting by far anyhow. When she agrees to join him, a wicked grin splits his iron face. He spares one last glance for the silent black stallion, before turning the grin on the bay mare. “Let’s be off!” Then without further ceremony, he heads off in the direction of the Cove. _______________________________ The trip to the Cove is, as always, a long one, but it’s made all the more pleasant by having the little dark beauty by his side. She will be a different sort of mare in his herd than the one he has already. Ghoest is a plaything, a little toy for him to have fun with and throw around. But Killgore is something different. She is not a toy, she is a challenge - a delightful little fiery creature that will add an interesting dynamic to his small herd. If she has the interest, he could easily see her making her way up to being his alpha mare. But only time will tell. It takes some time, but eventually they do reach Silver Cove. It’s midday when they arrive, so Killgore will not yet be able to take in the little cove’s full beauty, but he hopes it will be enough to satisfy her. He walks until he reaches the little cliff that over looks the bay, then turns to look back at the bay mare. From this position, the little territory will be spread out before her - rolling grassy hills, sun sparkling off the water below … still a pretty sight in his books. “Well my dear, what do you think?” The moment is slightly reminiscent of when he had brought Ghoest here, but with Killgore, there is no pretext. Killgore has already recognized the beast within, and welcomed it. He can’t wait to see what their future will bring. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here I'll post this in Silver Cove too |