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Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Afire Atnight - 04-19-2015 Her dark silhouette is scarcely visible against the midnight sky, the shadows cast over the land. Her pelt is as dark as the sky, as though it has been silk dyed in the midnight abyss of an onyx pool. Afire Atnight is but a hazy image against the night sky; the star on her forehead is the only beacon in an ocean of darkness. Her amber eyes flicker as she gazes around her surroundings casually. She's always been an aloof little mare, distant and somewhat stoic to everything she meets. However, she has always loved the stars, and she gazes up to the heavens. The stars flicker like fireflies, and she takes a brief moment to observe them before she lowers her head again. Off her hooves went, continuing their solitary, endless journey. The young midnight wanderer continues on her way, going nowhere in particular. She's like a shark in that way; she has to continue moving. She's never been comfortable staying in one place. After the betrayal of her last herd, after her wrongful incrimination and eviction, she's lost trust in everyone, and has relied solely on herself. She's not sure what she'll do should someone approach her, though. She's been alone for so long that she's not sure she even remembers how to socialize. Not that she was ever good at it anyways. Afire halts and gazes over her shoulder, her amber orbs burning into darkness, before she continues to move forward again, her muscles rippling fluidly beneath the midnight silk of her coat. RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Lokii - 04-20-2015 born to be a king, I ask for one thing a front seat to watch earth burn RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Afire Atnight - 04-20-2015 She continues quietly through the grass, the stalks rippling around her legs. She doesn't bother to be stealthy like she usually does. It must be past midnight—who else would be out here? She's aware of the season that it is, which makes her extremely wary. She feels a prickling on her spine, like someone is watching her. But all she hears is the grass rustling the wind whispering in her ears, toying with her raven mane. She takes another step forward, and that feeling surges up inside her again. She eyes her surroundings with trepidation, instinctively pinning her ears and tucking her tail. She turns as a stallion makes his presence clear to her, and her eyes narrow at his words. She has nothing to say in return. She knows that it's not safe, especially because of the season and her less-than-optimal physical strength, but there is no way that she can rectify the situation. She has nowhere to go and no one to turn to, though she certainly won't let this stranger know that. Amber eyes glow in the darkness as she watches him carefully, and eventually she finds her voice to speak. "I've noticed," comes her dry reply. She's a bit embarrassed that she'd been so scatterbrained so as to not realize that he was following. But there is nothing she can do about it now, and her teeth catch her bottom lip as she nibbles it thoughtfully. RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Scorch - 04-20-2015 The Field calls to her at the worst of hours. The stars are already appearing over the Jungle's vast canopy when a twist in the Queen's gut tells her that she will be needed in the Field. Call it instinct, call it fate, call it thirty years of serving the Jungle. Call it what you will, but Scorch obliges. She turns her body (one completely made of tattooed fire) and sprints to the Field. The need to be there increases the nearer she becomes. Sweat glistens clearly on her hairless fire-skin, made evident by the silver light of the moon. She's arrived on the border of the Field, and just in time, it would seem. The breeding season has come upon them, and some foolish mare has tempted fate. She's a looker - all Arabians are, though Scorch, being a tank, wouldn't really know that - and she's attracted exactly what she probably wasn't looking for. A man. Snorting and making her presence known, the sixteen hand tall warrior stalks forward until she's beside the gorgeous midnight woman and slightly in front of her, shoulders rolling and ears laid back. It's not surprising that she chooses to stand against the approaches of such scum - she is the leader of a kingdom made solely of women, she's this age's epitome of a woman's right's activist. But only Lokii might know this. "He won't do you any harm, miss." She says in her husky voice, the consonants hard, clipped. Razor sharp teeth peek from beneath her lips as she speaks. "I'm Scorch, Queen of the Amazon. You're safe with me, though I don't doubt your ability to protect yourself against men made brainless by the season." Violet dragon eyes turn to meet the Arabian's amber ones, their depths hard but protective. A small nod of solidarity is given, as though a promise has mentally passed from Queen to Newcomer. Then her eyes shift back to Lokii (whom she has met before, and not well) and she sneers, "Though I'm certain that you've kept your brain this season." RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Afire Atnight - 04-21-2015 Afire watches the stallion warily. Though she is sure that he is not stupid enough to try anything, one can never be too cautious during this season. It's dangerous for young mares like her, so everyone says. It is true that she is young and beautiful, but naïve and childish she is not. Though one would think her soft and susceptible to manipulation, she's barely three years old, and she's already gone through what many may experience in a lifetime. So she is in no way gullible or naïve, that is for sure. She pricks her ears as another horse gallops over to them, and she glances rather casually at the hairless mare, covered almost entirely in tattoos that look rather foreign to Afire Atnight. She does not seem to mind them, though. In fact, one could say that she's rather careless. They don't bother her, nor does the fact that the much taller mare is bald. What does bother her is the way that the other mare stands in front of her, as if protecting her from an enemy. Well, perhaps she should not be so indignant. This other stallion, whose name she has not heard yet, could be dangerous. After all, who wanders around at midnight when they have a herd to seek solace in? Apparently... Scorch, this mare is called...and the stallion. She listens intently to Scorch's words, feeling an air of authority swamping the air around the taller mare. Something tells her that this is a woman that she better not defy, and the little black girl nods in return, acknowledging the words that Scorch has said to her. She speaks to the stallion as though he is an enemy. Maybe he is. Afire is uncertain of their relationship. Oh well. Time will tell, and then she will surely find out more. RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Lokii - 04-21-2015 born to be a king, I ask for one thing a front seat to watch earth burn RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Scorch - 04-21-2015 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Afire Atnight - 04-23-2015 Afire watches their interaction with casual golden orbs. Though it may appear that she is entirely uninterested, the black fae has learned over time just how to perfect that puzzling poker face. She shows no emotion, and stands so still that she may as well be made of stone. It's clear to her that Scorch is the more hot-tempered one of the two, and Lokii reminds her of a viper, suave and sly, yet ready to strike at a moment's notice. She can't help but look down at the sand wreathing around his ankles, which only cements the image in her mind. One ear twists forward as Lokii speaks of his home. The Valley. What could a place such as that be like? she can't help but wonder. Then, Scorch's voice is resonating in her ear, and she turns her head to give the fiery mare her attention. She listens to her words and purses her lips, though whether it is from disgust or thoughtfulness is uncertain. Murdering innocents, huh? She doesn't really take what either horse says into account at the moment, because in her eyes, it seems that all they're doing is putting one another down and exposing each other's flaws, probably to sway her onto their side. And then they're speaking to her. Time to end the observations, and answer them. "Afire Atnight," she responds simply to Lokii. She's not sure how to answer Scorch. Some icebreaker; no one has ever asked her such a question before. She lets it hang for a moment as she thinks, and she's sure that her response is pleasing to neither party. "If I can avoid war, I will, but I won't hesitate to defend my home or my allies." She is careful with her wording, as she's not much for friends. Well, not anymore. RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Lokii - 04-28-2015 born to be a king, I ask for one thing a front seat to watch earth burn if afire atnight wants to go to the valley, just post there with lokii's name in the subject and he'll pop up. nice chat, ladies. ;D RE: Don't get too close, it's dark inside - Scorch - 04-28-2015 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle If you want to reply here that is fine, or you can reply in the Jungle and Scorch will have "walked with her to the Jungle." So just continuing this thread, but in the jungle |