Baby, I'm a beauty

[FalconX]

Jesila

Beautiful, royal, that was simply what she was.
Of course she wasn't REALLY royal. But with the
way she arched her neck and pranced around one
would get the impression that she was. Throwing
her crown into the air with dignity she snorted.
She was not here to get claimed! She was here to
see if there was some dark brute out there that
could tame her. One that was worth of her. You see
she was an image of perfection, in her mind. She
would take nothing less than perfect. Her blue roan
body glistened under the glaring rays of the sun.
The white dappling on her coat becoming ever whiter
as if being bleached by the sun. Chocolate hued orbs
stared out at the world. Her pools glancing over every
object in sight. Nothing moved. Maybe a bug and a bird
but nothing of the equine side. Stamping her piston with
impatience she snorted again tossing her bulky mustang
head. Nostrils dilated to try and get a whiff of an
approaching stag. She was not content to wait! She wanted
something to happen. Something interesting, she didn't
like to be bored. Unfortunately because she was impatient
she got bored fairly easily. Well some would say that was
a flaw in this dappled roan image of perfection but she
considered it to be a fine attribute. Raising her maw slightly
she let out a call so that the stallions within hearing distance
might come and find this not so hidden treasure.

[KAFFEINE]

xx A ring-a ring-a roses, a pocket full of posies, a tish-oo, a tish-oo, we all fall down. You fell so far. The plague, perhaps you're choking on poison instead. Feel the acid burn your insides. Pull the trigger, a silver bullet between your all seeing eyes? Well you didn't see that one coming. Watch the blood drip from your head like water from a tap. You're fading now, your life, for what little it's worth, ebbing away with each second that passes. Daddy could have paid your ransom, but you just weren't worth the ten thousand dollars it cost to save your life - he paid the cost of the bullet instead, reluctantly. Can't you just drown him instead? Drowning lessons. Your own blood filling your lungs, coughing up deep crimson though you know it's too late. Cry a million tears for your life, it doesn't change a thing, you're still gonna die. A bang and a shriek, be thankful it was quick this time. Watch your body crash and burn, I want to hear you scream as the flames writhe around you, you're little more than ashes now honey. A hobby? Watch out that it's not your head on the block. The axe swings down, eleven seconds until you stop twitching. Watch me spit at your feet, pride won't do you much good now. Mistakes drawn up, raked over with your bloody razor blade from the throat you slit. Sugar sweet venom dripping into your veins, losing my sanity at fifteen miles per hour. And if you think you can take no more, baby this is just the prologue.

xx Though the brink of summer dragged out the wretched daylight to almost innapropriate lengths, it was with gratitude the night finally began to close in on him, slowly engulfing his primarlily jet frame in the suffocating darkness. The sun fell swiftly now, the last traces of its fiery hues casting overlapping shadows onto the surroundings and wiping out the viridian shades of the daytime. Grim clouds threatened to obscure the waning moon as it was flung into the sky. He watched it passively, its frosted rays a constant reminder of the loss of another day, edging every living creature a fraction closer to its death date. And who knew what that was coming? A grim setting for some. However, others would almost certainly revel in it, pleading in vain even to their own minds that it would make them appear darker to their peers whom they supposedly cared naught about. The bastard in question, here, however, did little but regard it with apathy.

xx Already, his imagined plan was unfolding itself in the depths of reality. Step one, a land belonging to his self. Check. Step two, members. Well, that was a work in progress – indeed, the reason he was here, skulking through the fading light, cyan orbs darting with the precision of a hunter with an arrow, looking for some wretch that could confidently be classed as one of the damned. Little time was spared by him for those that waltzed up to him, with their pretty but useless heads, demanding the position of queen immediately, and when rebuked, threw a juvenile petty tantrum that instead of the desired reaction of fear and submission, instilled only a brief shock of amusement into his pathetic mind that, for what they were worth, reflected his emotions upon alabaster and rose splashed mug. If they wanted to be queen, they'd have to fight for it, and risking damaging that silky pelt of theirs. Reluctantly, he roused himself from pointless musings. Twisted tree branches caressed his middleweight frame with the kiss of the lover he’d never have. Almost violently, and irritably at best, he made a vain attempt to shake them off. Limbs propelled the young hellion forward in an increasingly quick double beating rhythm, until the trees ceased to grasp at the thick hide that covered his chassis, and open fields stretched before him.

xx Harks flickered lazily to and fro, catching the screams of the desperate femmes longing for protection. Without a second glance, he passed by them, ignoring the exaggerated calls of indignation directed at him. He needed a fighter, a bitch capable of standing up for herself – someone who wasn’t afraid of the crimson that would fall from the dying veins of his enemies. Oh, it wasn’t to say he had a lust for blood, there was always a hidden price to be paid, but if the prize outplayed this, the adrenalin rush could be describes as little less than divine to him and he is little afraid to go for the jugular. Still, he is naught of a typical dark, for he will not attempt to savage another unless they hold something of his desire – or he holds something of theirs. True, he was immature; perhaps he could even be considered slightly naïve. Still, he was often so inclined to fight dirty in that glorious but petty way of his, the unwritten but generally adhered to rules of combat meaning little to him. There was nothing of insecurity in his mind, his aura was one of smooth confidence, but probably too prominent was the arrogance of his youth that had not fully dispersed, even at the age of five years. A charmer, you presume? Quite the opposite, it it was this cocktail of feelings that caused him to despair those dancing around to the maypole, and cut straight to the point. Blunt? Definitely. Rude? It was not on his agenda.

xx It was then that the brute focused his attention upon one female. Faded sapphire lanterns moved together to view her in more detail, twin towers resting in a neutral stance. His tempo remained unchanged as he neared her, hindquarters finally coming underneath him to halt a reasonable distance from her. Indeed, some of these bitches were crazy, he knew the dangers of trespassing too close and a nip to the life vein. Pallid facade dipped an almost unperceivable fraction, a mark of respect to those watching intently, however reluctantly given it was. Neutral, though perhaps slightly harsh tones fell into the atmosphere, a lack of intent surrounding them though the truth was far from it. “Greetings, madam. I am Chemical Romance of Paradise Lost. And your name, if I may?” Barefaced flattery was not something that suited him, something he’d accepted and had ceased to use upon leaving adolescence – around the time it had also dawned upon him that such false praises went hand in hand with claiming useless little girls. Still, there was little to be gained by being rude. The pretentious rays of the moon fell upon the gathering, stars twinkling amiably a vast number of feet above them. Ah, how very Romeo and Juliet. What a pity relief there was to be little romance.

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[FalconX]

Jesila

Patience. The fae repeated the word over and over in her mind. Though it did little but to annoy herself. Shaking her dark brown head vigorously causing her mane to flap from side to side. Cold, cruel, uncaring orbs watched and waited, waited for someone to make there pitiful attempt to try and rule her. An evil chuckle left the faes maw, the sound wretched, like one that is repeated in your nightmares. Those stupid little brutes that came up acting all superior and arrogant. No she would not leave with them. She refused to leave with them.

Tossing her bulky crown into the air she eyed a bird up above. A scrawny beast of miniature proportions. Snorting in disgust at herself. What was she doing? Watching some stupid insignificant beast as she awaited some hard headed brute. Why was she here? To satisfy her need and longing for a herd. Questions with very few answers was all she had. Things that made no sense but repeated themselves in her mind. Her mind that continued useless ramblings that had no point. That did nothing but amuse her for times sake. Yes she was bored but she had no patience so being bored came easily.

Brown orbs that seemed to be red by the glare of the sun stared out at the world. Her only source of vision. To think it could be taken away like her mothers had. No she was not her mother she was not foolish. She wasn't here to find love she was here to find a herd. Drastically different things in her mind. Can you imagine a dark mare seeking LOVE? It was ridiculous. Her mind scorned her mother's stupid and reckless behavior. She was not her mother and refused to be treated as some stupid little tramp with half a brain. She spoke and stood up for herself. Some would call her foolhardy simply because she refused to back down. Though say it to her face and things could get, ugly.

Auds pricked forward to catch the sounds of the whispering wind and the sounds of the little air headed tramps trying to find love. Didn't they know that darks do not love. The thought of a dark truly loving was absurd. If a dark loved then they were a neutral. It was like a rule a dark simply couldn't love. I mean really have you ever heard of a cold selfish heart loving. A mocking laugh left her parted velvet kissers. Oh great it happened again the fae thought to herself. Why was she like this? Why did she go on in her mind with useless ramblings! Clearing her thoughts like she would clear out cobwebs she let out an ear splitting neigh. Not a neigh of pity or longing. A neigh of defiance and neigh that said she was here but not to be some ignorant little slave.

When the sound of an approaching equine flowed into her ears and the scent of a stallion entered her nares the fae whipped around to meet the stag face to face. Brown orbs watched with suspicion as he came closer and then stopped. She listened as he spoke and questioned her. Chemical Romance. His name had one of the things she hated most. She parted her lips and spoke "Romance eh?" Her words were laced with venom and suspicion as she watched this new equine. "Perhaps I should warn you, it is not love that I seek." She spoke coldly as she directed her words to him. "I am Jesila" She offered her name though not in a friendly tone. Sure she was willing to go with a good brute, a true dark. But his name caused her to think that he was merely a stag searching for Love. Her mind practically spat the words out.