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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 20, 2015 6:51:03 GMT -7
The lady's more flame than flicker She blooms to be everything you hope for. Hold your breath before her perfume ensnares you. Nesrin found the place eerie as she looked about her. The woods looked as if heaven's floor had fallen through and now sat here on this overgrowth of trees, just an earthly memory of what may have once been divine. Even the gods may fall, thought Nesrin. She was starting to think it was not such a brilliant idea to come here as night was falling. Her most recent acquaintances had left, likely returned to their homes and loved ones. But not Nesrin for she was a wanderer. The night came alive with the squeaks of rodents both on the ground and some in the trees. Insects chattered and a wolf even howled. The minx could not see the moon or the stars from here, but she new it was full over head. The forest canopy separated her from the guiding light of the stars and as a desert wanderer, she for once felt quite alone in this mist shrouded wilderness. The evening temperatures were dropping gradually, and the moisture in the air stung her skin and made her shiver. With a snort, the dunskin lady was one the move again at a brisk trot.
Nesrin stopped again to inspect a particularly large branch overhead. Her warm brown eyes climbed until they met the piercing yellow gazers of a very large brown owl. The beast seemed to watch here with disapproval. It was clear enough she was not quite built for woodland scapes. Another snort and the mare took off again, the owl likewise took flight in another direction. Coming across a large wood, she stopped again her expression showed some frustration. She lashed her dark colored whip before rearing to scrape a few times at the mossy bark. There. At least now she could be certain if she was looking at the same tree she had passed moments before. She had come here hoping to find some shelter for the night, a warm place to stay as she did on any of her travels. While she had no other particular mission in mind, she could not admit that she was lost...merely learning how to traverse the misty forest.
Hairs pricked at the back of her neck as she began to move. Nesrin had been having that eerie feeling she was not alone, but she could not determine for sure if there was another being out there or if it was all in her head. She seemed to move with just a little more determination and a tad more urgency just then.
Wild roses bloom by fire.
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Post by Whipster on Jan 21, 2015 7:43:41 GMT -7
complicate my future Ivanov was wandering, but he was not some lost puppy — he was a predator looking for his next meal, spite nibbling his muscles and making them twitch, because one was never enough. Darling little Pixie was an easy target, small in stature and delirious from sleep, she hadn't the chance to fight back when he came for her. Stolen right from under the Irish brutes nose, HAH! The thought makes him laugh, ever so quietly under the cover of the mist, staring outward to the big world. It was likely someone was nesting closeby, perhaps unaware of his arrival, maybe even far too stupid. He did not care; male or female, child or elder, sickly or healthy, he would not bat an eye at taking their freedom. Here, Ivanov had rights.
The brute lingered alone a while longer, pacing with tingling shoulders and angst riddling his bodice. He was almost four, save a few seasons, eager to be in control. Whatever was out there was worth his while, for one reason or another. It was a hunch, maybe. All these thoughts ran circles in his mind, cerulean eyes staring out into the unknown and cocking his brow. The time came in which Ivanov decided it was time; they were close, enough that he could smell the femininity and writhe within himself, wanting to know what awaited him.
The Spanish stud started forth, crown lifting to stare over the heads of many broken trees and foliage, to keep a watch on the woman would surely not be far now. Was it supposed to be this exciting? Coming face to face with someone unsuspecting, to take from them what he could not conjure himself? If Ivanov could have taken the world for his own, he would have. It would have been a beautiful, sure fire way to ensure his grand fathers beliefs lived on. The bloodlines of Hades, the God of the underworld, Reaper of Innocence.
For once he was glad he had chosen this pathway. His breath quickened, ears flickering high as he burst through a mixture of fog and a mysterious aura, one he couldn't deny, a twisted grin pinching his lips. Ivanov was startled himself a second, questioning himself. A small second guess. He was quick to correct himself, though, looking on hungrily to the woman.
"Oh," Ivanov said softly, skipping a few steps closer to her, "have I bothered you, beautiful?"
for vnes♥ _____ for ivanov & nesrin ♥ so bad don't hate me
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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 21, 2015 15:20:07 GMT -7
Nesrin [Wild Roses Bloom by Fire.] For a moment, the sand skinned maiden turned her head, looking over her shoulder somewhat carelessly to see if there should be anyone in her shadow. But there was no one, not even her shadow because the darkness loomed and mingled with the mist. With a snort her dial faced forward, only to see the emergence of a stallion through the fog and blocking her direct path. Nesrin gasped, an audible feminine sound, as she slid to a halt, her frame compacted awkwardly if only to keep her nose from touching his. Nonetheless she could feel the warmth of the other living, breathing being before her.Quickly she righted herself backing up a swift five paces or so, her front hooves stomped the ground. Nesrin did not like being spied on, stalked, or startled (and there was a long list of other things that she could tolerate just a tad more). It did not help as the rather cocky virile motioned closer and spoke, "Oh...have I bothered you, beautiful?" Her brown eyes found that of the stranger's, her expression quickly moved from shock to anger. At his words her jaw clenched shut and her ears flattened against her head, but her pride kept her from backing down.
There was a creepy-crawling sensation just under the skin which she ignored. Stallions. Just my luck, a Cassoinova come to woo me in my distress, thought the fae mockingly. A little voice in her said, oh let us ask this stranger for directions, but her pride sharply disagreed and stabbed the inner voice to silence. "As a matter of fact stranger, you damn near scared the life out of me you jerk." Nesrin was not one for flattery, her mother always disapproved how her only daughter could command, speak and curse like a soldier. Her voice rolled out a subtle alto intonation, not at all the soft squeak of timid mouse. There was spitfire in those words particularly emphasizing jerk. The wild rose of a minx had been on her own for most of the last year and half, coming know new climates and landscapes. She had to learn to deal with men (the kind and gentle, the rogues and vagabonds, the snotty ones who had everything handed down to them, and the bad boys with the big egos and sometimes a combination of the above mentioned). She took a moment to study the brute's features. He was vibrant and strong, perhaps about her age if she had to guess. He bore a white mask, alike a thief of a phantom she thought and something about him seemed just a little...what was the word...devious.
The desert flower had taken note that behind her stood a wood she had marked whereas before and around her the trees were unscathed. Perfect. The stallion seemed to be blocking the path she hoped would lead her somewhere out of this haunted hall. The fae took a step forward to see if he would move, something told her that he would not which would leave her in slightly more intimate proximity with the man. Her whipcord lashed at the bloodsuckers who were feasting tonight. Her nerves were building, her muscles fired up to launch and take off at any given moment. The femm was built like a gazelle, chiseled and smoothed by by the friction of desert sand and clay beneath her slender pillars. Her sleek frame was a contrast to the bulk of the stranger. The brute out-sized her, but she could bet her life that she could out run him any day, and hour. Reinforcing her confidence, she smirked mildly. "You block my path. Shall I run you over?" there was a cheeky playfulness in her words, though her gaze remained fiery and stern almost daring him. She was bold and unafraid of the bay stallion with the snowy pelt. One did not wander boldly in the desert alone only to be startled by a stallion in woods. There are worse things in the world. Nesrin. lady. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke. buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
words: 668 || ooc: wat's to hate? lol. <3
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Post by Whipster on Jan 23, 2015 22:10:08 GMT -7
complicate my future "Blocking your path, huh?" The stallion snorted, bobbing his head and letting his sharp eyes rest back on the mare, carefully looking over her curvaceous bodice. Many things passed his mind, some more appropriate than others, but he could not reject feeling amused by this mortal woman. "...dare you try it, darling. Go ahead. Get passed me." Ivanov's haunches tightened and his lips curled over his pearly whites. The sensation of excitement crawled up his throat, exhaling a frustrated sigh, and cocking his head at the woman. For a moment he wondered if she would accept her fate, or fight it. He found it noble of the ones who tried to complicate him — the experience of overpowering someone was far more important than evaluating his moral codes and checking off where he was right or wrong. And, personally, Ivanov didn't give a fuck if she wanted her time all to herself. Selfish people never thrived.
The cherry bay man stepped closer to Nesrin, ears flickering, a threatening vibration sounded through his chest and accumulated in his throat, keeping back from snarling at the woman. He did not want to come off to her as arrogant, which was hard to do ( he was Godly, the grand son of Hades and Helios ). A smile forced it's way onto his face, a small attempt to be friendly to the little lamb who strayed too far from safety. That is how he views her, and almost every other woman he's come across yet. He's never needed attention like now; freshly a bachelor and scavenging the lands for victims, girls to take home, boys to bed and leave. Ivanov has always had attention and the perfectly fake life to live. On a whim he had ended it. That's how he ended up at the Forests' doorstep, staring into the world of opportunity.
"Phase the not of today, but of tomorrow," his grandfather said in his ear, standing parallel to Ivanov and looking down. He was a once-King, tall and translucent, overlooking the situation for what it was. He always came around when his grandson was messing up, jumping the gun, working for the darkness instead of the light. He frowned when his kin looked up with disgust creasing his brow, a sneer on his dishes face. To the mare before them, he was crazy. There was no kingly figure standing next to him. To him, though, it was as real as she was. Ivanov turned his gaze from his side back down to the woman, momentarily in a daze but ensuring to keep composure. "Well, since you dare not to cross me, why don't you at least give me the pleasure of your name?" His face grows serious, but his grins still there, and his eyes are alight like candles in a dark room. The air about them both is dismal, grave, and he offers her the name of a Godchild. "I am Ivanov."
for vnes♥ _____ for ivanov & nesrin ♥ <3
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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 23, 2015 23:35:34 GMT -7
Nesrin [Wild Roses Bloom by Fire.] The Lady grunted as he addressed her by 'darling,' as he stood firm provoking her. The jerk seemed to have some sort of a god complex. The buckskinned beauty held her ground and lashed her whipcord once again. Her dark eyes darted every which way, her mind quick as a thief to charter an alternative escape plan. Meanwhile she would bide her time. Her eyes fell over him from ear to hoof, noting his powerful features, a face that was as dark as it was pleasant to look upon. Something in his eyes made her skin crawl, and she perceived that this stallion might not have a good bone in his body. She detested being looked upon as a prize or property, and that look in his eyes saw her as just that. Just who does this pompous stallion think he is? Then again, Nesrin had to remind herself that she was the foreigner in a strange forest...and to make matters more complicated, she found herself alone with this dangerous rogue. The minx hissed as he provoked her ever more, suggesting perhaps that cowardism or weakness prevented her from getting through him. In fact it was a physical challenge to literally run over the hellion, but this did not mean there were no other means of giving him the slip.
He dropped a name. 'Ivanov.' The name suited him somehow. Nesrin remained silent, but smiled when the beast revealed his identity. "Are you always this charming on a first encounter Ivanov?" There was no shortage of sarcasm there in her words. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances, she might consider just a night of exploration with this stranger. How the desolation of the desert could make a heart long so, make a girl long for the warmth and strength of a stallion to quench the thirst inside her. But this one was far too arrogant for her taste, and Nesrin had her pride to consider first above any one else's. Boldly she motioned forward and paced before him, as if inspecting him more closely. It was unintentional that she should tempt him with the length of her torso as she moved from one side, then the next at a tantalizing walk and the grace of a ballerina in every step. She motioned forward to the point that her dial placed before his, her gazers a fire with both anger and the mystery of a young woman who understood the world beyond her years. Her smile now a crooked smirk. "I will ask you nicely just once more. Move." Nothing nice about that last word as resounded with military-like authority. She was close enough to feel his breath, the smell of his masculinity seemed intoxicating. It was the night, the thrill of the adventure, the misty air, the eerie forest...it was everything but natural that she should even feel such things. Nesrin cursed inwardly.
Nesrin. lady. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke. buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
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Post by Whipster on Jan 26, 2015 7:21:17 GMT -7
complicate my future The stallion cocked his head at Nesrin, his eyes narrowing and becoming sharp, like razors over skin. He did not like games; of course, the master of them, but others were not permitted to play in his book. He stepped toward her, lips pulling over his teeth in mock challenge, laughing airily as she spoke. "My mother always told me I had a nice smile," he commented, lied, shook his head and rolled his eyes at the womans caution. If he is correct, she does not like him. He had not reeled her into his little web. She seems strong enough in her own mind that she can pick out what might be wrong with him. An ego, masochism, defiance against authority. The sabino shot his head upward, then, at the tone of her voice and the way she sized him up, and looked sexy doing it. Ivanov finally let his anger take over, a snarl rippling through his chest and vibrating his throat. They were face to face, staring one another dead in the eye, and he barreled toward her in a split seconds notice.
His teeth grabbed for her wither, keeping his chest pressed against her shoulder, but he was ever so gentle while doing it. Ivanov was taller, stronger, he knew how to work his body against her. But he didn't make any move other than that, simply wretched his maw backward and side stepped to avoid whatever she would throw. All the while, he grinned. "I'm always to par for a good game of chess. Your move, beautiful." He had done it: moved, gotten out of her way, for a second and she had failed to make her leave. For this he did not sympathize, The stallion moved his lips to touch toward her temple, breathing into her sun kissed skin. "Or, you could let me take you out instead."
for vnes♥ _____ for ivanov & nesrin ♥ lolol eat him alive he's being a sexy asshole
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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 26, 2015 14:37:54 GMT -7
Nesrin [Wild Roses Bloom by Fire.] One did not roam the desert expecting to bump in the neighborly for of folk. No. The desert was littered with bandits and vagabonds, some civil but most ruthless. The sand brushed minx let neighed in response, her quick limbs pulling her from harm’s way just in the nick of time, though she thought she felt the brush of his lips just slightly. Thorns were flat now atop her elegant head, her eyes blazing. The vix was fuming. The virile knew his strength in that he easily outmatched her there, but she was a swift little fox too. There was a rush in her bloodstream, and as angry as she was she could not deny the feeling. It was the same thrill as a run to the desert. The traditional races her clan held during Festival, the adrenaline of the chase and of sweet victory awaiting. Thinking on this she smirked once more. He exhibited caution just the same but he was not afraid. And per his earlier response which she absorbed with a dash of salt...she had to wonder if he really had a mother who could say anything at all nice about him. If circumstances were different, and the lady was not cornered in a dark forest with an overbearing, egotistical, sadistic stallion...she might have thought his smile nice, those eyes alluring. But given the situation...you know the rest.
Was it so surprising to one such as Ivanov that Nesrin did not swoon easily? The desert born fox did not give away her attraction to his physique; it was easy when she let her instincts take over. This one was rather full of himself. He was dancing with a girl that was likewise proud and this fueled her bold words to the stallion. She might have been pushing, and he pushed back. Now he taunted her to try again. "I'm always to par for a good game of chess. Your move, beautiful..." Nesrin did not like to lose and she snorted at his words. "Or, you could let me take you out instead." Her blood was boiling now, his proximity was intoxicating, but that really only made her more angry both with the stallion and herself. She snorted and did not break eye contact with the sabino brute. There was an intensity in that moment. "Or, you could let me take you out instead." It would be a white lie to say she was not tempted to take him up on his offer, but heck she had her pride to consider after all.
"I find shuffling pawns to be rather boring. If you want the prize, you have to work for it love." There was play in her voice now as she dared to let her cheek brush against his maw before she was suddenly standing on two limbs, and lashing her forelimbs out towards the stallion's frame. Those knives of hers slashed and they could cut rather badly if one was not careful. A piercing sound filled the misty lithe. Her objective was not to kill. Not even to harm. She had managed just enough wiggle room in the calm of his storm. A window just big enough for her to slip through and she wasted no time. In the desert, she would be gone. But this was not her beloved desert. Still her powerful pillars gave her flight. The tunnel vision was something she had to accustom herself to in the forest as branches whipped against her skin, her mind letting instinct take over. Ivanov was dashing, but her mind did not consider that because he was just as dangerous as he was devilishly dashing.
He was everything she could be drawn to in a man, but he was stupid to think that things came handed to you in life. He would have to catch her if he wanted. She was fleeing for her safety and because it was her defense mechanism. At the same time, that familiar thrill of the chase (particularly of being chased) rushed through her blood. Somehow it made the hellion a tad more attractive. A thin branch grazed her cheek, nearly piercing her skin. She smiled just then continuing on at speed. Focus Nesi she chided herself and pressed forward. She was on what looked like an old and narrow deer path it seemed, how fortunate for her.
Nesrin. lady. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke. buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
words: 727|| tags: Ivanov (Whipster) || ooc: ivanov's a total hottie! <3
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Post by Whipster on Feb 10, 2015 5:22:16 GMT -7
I'm so late, but would love to continue? vnes♥
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Post by vnes♥ on Feb 10, 2015 7:14:17 GMT -7
no worries, go right ahead whip!! ^_^ take your time. lol feel free to block Nes, not sure how successful her move would be with a boy like ivanov. XD
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