What you s e e; Is what you g e t.

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She snorts with that amusement growing, kindling being added to the stock of that emotion in her, and as he speaks she falls silent, although when he had finished she begins to laugh, in an almost threatening manner. Little does he know that his very thoughts (and she cannot read minds, but she can see all these emotions on his face) betray his very words; undermine them like they are useless and nothing...

Smirking, her muzzle parted. "Good." With that the painted beauty picked up a 3-beated rythem towards and opening in the dense forest. From there she took the lead; picking up speed as she went.

Aaliya galloped towards the land known as Blood Lust Forest, not quiet exactly knowing where it was. Nevertheless she sprinted on; her stride seemed as though she was running on thin ice instead of land. Coming back to a trot the pranced a few times before stopping and looking over the lands waiting for Altrox.

Oh, poppet. I'm home...

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ooc ll Kinda sorta a little powerplay; but I'll change it if needed.

[Moonfire]

Atrox ripped at the dirt,making it fly behind him. He looked around. This was his land,the place where he resided. He snorted,malice seemed to follow him everywhere. Like a dark shadow over your head. He stood in the shadows of the forest,trotting around. Making himself heard by her."you like it I assume?" he smirked,watching the painted witch look around. This was a place of no emotion,no touch of the sun. Covered with moss and shadow. A posion to a light and discust to any neutral. This was the place of pure disaster and distruction. His malice form moved towards her,mane flew off his neck and rested on its side again. She was a kitten,for sure. "This is home" he said after studieng the wrench.

Atrox's form slid against hers as he trotted about. Stopping infront of her. "Little kitten,I'm glad your home" he smiled at her.

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She was coiled and sculptured, trimmed and neat – a masterpiece of a figure, a masterpiece of a creation that had been set upon this earth. Such danger was in her glance, such calm, haughty aloofness in her eyes – surely they were scared momentarily moments after simply meeting her, a snake in the grass, a tiger in the reeds, a heron standing still at the edge of a pond. Such is she. She is not delicate and not pristine, she is rough and ready, carved out of stone and moss and natural things such as this, and she survives living on instincts and instincts alone. Aaliya is a mare that fears little save fear itself, feels nought but pleasure and pain, and a glimpse of amusement, for the rest is stored within.

Smirking, she pranced away from Altrox. She may already be his, but it was going to as easy as that. "It's fine." she paused turning her dial to watch him. "And; I'm sure you are glad."

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He smiled at her,a dropplet of venom on a spear. His velvety charcoal grey lips formed a smirk. "Fine?" he trotted around her,his pillars took loose strides as she trotted away from him. "Are you scared?" he asked,a joke that he knew she wouldnt take so well. His muscular form was death,distruction,diasaster. All evil and insane. Arching his neck he snorted, he wouldnt whine for her,he was not that way. He wasnt so weak as to force her for pleasure.

"Oh,and why do you say so?" he questioned.

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Such wildness, such subtle hatred – she was a leech on them, clinging, sucking away the life of them, he lurked in shadows and in darkness, he lured them as they turned, fleeting, knife-like against the blackness of a world where evils were distinguished as weak – unworthy of attention of lights. She, she would prove them wrong, those foolish children who thought that they were always on the right side – that darkness could never take over them. Oh, poor, foolish children, doomed to live a life of disrespect, they were indeed – for they underestimated the power of she, the power of the dark side. They were wrong, they, children of the light, had never known such power as of those borne of spiders and tar-pits.

She, smirking, would stand, and watching him with eyes showing no emotion, a lack of such that was surely not meant to be. She, darkness clad in silver and finery, saw his gaze, saw the awe, the obsessive lust as he ran his muzzle down the crest of her neck, as she felt the supple firmness of his muzzle, the lust-bringing touch of the spine. And Aaliya, emotionless once again, watched him as she became sadistic, gave into the lust he brought with him ”Yes, It is fine.” and she meant this not about their imaginations but about herself, about him. Parting her maw she let her lyics out. "And, well. I suppose I only guessed."

Destenirse en mi antecedentes.

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His mind had crossed over everything about her,all he knew. Like a book,you couldnt judge by her cover. Inside,she hid the dark snakes that hiss. Like a torch,she could shorch you. Why? Why was she so hypnotic? An illusion,you thought you saw her then she completely changed. Al the malic and wrath he had,didnt seem to scare her. Not even budge her. Only one befor had acctualy took his heart,then broke it when she left. That witch.

He slid towards her,turned and slid away,a smirk on his face. "This is the finest place for darks" he laughed. Lyrics cold, as always he would grin,as something vicouse was about to jump at her.

OOC|| Sorry,lame post!

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Oh, spider-spun misfortune upon them all she brings, for Zynfendal is no daylight to your darkness, she will simply amplify it, make it resound about the empty walls of the dungeon you’re trapped in – she is murderous, torturous, manipulative, for she likes to play games with the mind, likes to toy with them, as a cat with a mouse before it kills the prey..

She snorted, quietened as he watched her, the dark of her eyes deadpan still but alluring with a sense of foreboding coming from the very air about her, the tension in the atmosphere. "But of course." her lyrics tainting as she moved to the side of Altrox, painted figure touching his oh, so lightly before she moved away, dropping her dial to graze.

[Moonfire]

He snorted as her form touched his,watching her slip away as if a spider or snake.

"oh,it is" he said befor lowering his head. Eyes set on her,he watched while making it seem as if he was just grazing.

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Though most thought that she hid her feelings behind a mask, a mask that would never peel off her features, never fade to dust. But Aaliya, no, she did not anymore– she felt no feelings, stored them when she did and rarely ever showed any but a vague amusement or a malicious look of passive hatred that could be seen only at a glance and would then fade again. She beheld no secrets, had no locked doors – what you saw was what you got, and Aaliya was simply the plain truth, her emotions rare and wonderful when they came, or murderous and contemptuous in turn. No, she was not one, not my shadow-borne spider-child, for emotions or anything resembling them.

”Yes.” she speaks smoothly, silkily, in reply to his own answer. Once again she snorts and flicks her tail at pesty flies who paraded around her. Aaliya; smirked slightly as she raised her dial to nip his shoulder playfully before moving a few steps closer but this time she didn't slither away but stayed.