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[Voodoo]

The Book of Voodoo
Some things are better left unsaid, like how much one misses another…especially when the loved one is dead. Feelings never change, hate, love, sadness. The raw emotions within each and every living thing never fade; I hate, I feel sadness, I did love. Never say thank you, sorry, or I will help. It shows that one is weak and can be manipulated. Love is a word to be used to describe the most sincere feelings one being has for another. Hate is a word to describe my own feelings for myself. I hate me, everything about me just screams fuck up. Failed mother, failed mate, failed equine. No one can mess up that bad and expect to get away with it…No one...

The morning sun sparkled through the green branches overhead. In the distance particles of dust and pollen danced in the shimmering rays. Off to the right, small chirping bird nails raked against the bark of trees. A brook babbled somewhere in the distance as the rolling water bounced along the edges of the waterway. The wind whispered through greenery above. A large black figure could be seen in the distance. It crept slowly, weaving in and out of the trees. The beast held its head high, showing a smugness rarely see in equines. The body seeped from the branchy back drop and into the wide open grazing lands. The creature continued walking, ignoring the chattering rodents, and they barked loud protests when she passed by their trees....stupid gnawing creatures.... Ice blue eyes darted around like crazy, examining every part of the land. A small gust of wind blew a sent she had caught in her nares since she first entered these lands...it was the smell of Murdahnteygo.
The fields of Murdahnteygo were small...more like forest meadows or pastures really, but this suited the bitch fine. The wench stopped mid pace and glanced around. The right side of her face was scarred but still beautiful in a way. Her icy blue eye glistened like a polished stone. As the mare turned her face from left to right, the early morning sun glistened off surgical steel...The left side of this mares face from mid nose, to just below the eye socket, had been replaced long ago...back when she was just a two legged humans slave...It was covered by flesh up until two years ago, when a large boulder ripped her face off. She has no feeling where the steel is...If one looked long enough they would notice the deep scratch that skinned her face and left her deformed. The black mare doesn't hold her deformed face against the Queen who wrecked it...hell...that whore got what she deserved...A heavy fog rolled along the valleys edge erupting slowly from the black knotty forest. It sent chills down the mare’s spine. She vacantly remembered this happening once before...back when she felt life had a glimmer of joy in it...before...

Into the past, we see our hideous forms once again

Sweat engulfed the beasts body, it dripped from the muscular “v” shaped breast and down long, dirtied legs. The mud below her was ankle deep. Some times even up to the knees. This made maneuvering difficult to say the least. Icy blue eyes darted to view her love...Shetan, fighting bravely against a foe who had powers never before seen in the elemental lands...He held shadows in his grasp...shadows that engulfed the horses of the water nation, and left then less than half the horse they used to be. Voodoo was the First Admiral of the Navy, and since Nerina had died, the most powerful equine in the water Nation. She had a duty to protect the other horses...not that she cared about them, she just wanted the land to be hers. Shetan was by her side...the second most powerful water and ice bending creature...he was battling bravely against a foe which neither of the two had ever faced....His name was Admiral, a rouge beta stallion from a herd of freaks...he was ordered to take the Water Nation as his own... and he was succeeding.

Admiral held the power of manipulating shadows. In Voodoo's countless years of training she had never came across the likes of him. There didn't seem like there was a way to attack...Her army had been reduced to Shetan and a few dying creatures...the rest of the Water Nation stood by and cowered in fear...bunch of pussy footed horses they were...She stood breathlessly near her twin like mate and gave a sly loving glance as she charged Admiral once again. The dark, shadow of a horse lurched toward her, sending clouds of darkness at her head. In moments she was engulfed with everything terrifying about the night...The shadows had nightmares in them...deep, dark things that seemed dead and dying...it instilled terror in every equine...short of Voodoo that was.

The dervish of nightmares disorientated and confused her, shocking and sending plenty of fear through her body...she never lost her mind though...even as the shadow lifted her body into the air and hurled it thirty or more feet. Her carcass flew like a rag doll pegged out a car window going 120 miles per hour. She felt the darkness rip at her chest in mid flight, but her mind created an ice shield across her breast. Really her mind did nothing...it was The Priestess again...pulling Voodoo from the brink of death...torturing the ebonite mare with the promise of life. Voodoo landed hard...She smashed into the muddied gravel, bouncing off a rotting horse corpse and grinding the left side of her face into the turf. Over head a crack of lightning chimed across the evening sky, signaling a brutal downpour. The world felt dark and hazed...her skull felt stuffy...like the time when Queen Athena ripped the flesh from her face...minus the “ting” noise and The Priestess practically killing Athena...

Voodoo attempted to raise to her hooves, sliding her front legs out in front of her. Borderline blackout pain engulfed her chest and climbed from her shoulders to her skull. Ahhhh...motherfucker! Voodoo hissed from gritted teeth as she peered down to view a gaping wound at least a foot long and six inches deep that ran across her breast. Inside was bits and pieces of the gravel she had been dragged through. It was laced with mud, the blood of others, and her own blood...Voodoo felt instantly disgusting...but even more so...she felt livid. Pushing through the fiery pain, Voodoo stood. Admiral had sliced through Voodoo's smaller pectoral muscle, rendering one of her legs pretty much useless. As Voodoo stood, blood surged from the wound and salty sweat entered it...You will pay... Voodoo growled and took a limping step toward him.

The dark stallion shook his skull and pulled a melancholy smile to his face. Shetan, who watched his mate being tossed like a nickle, charged Admiral...not just for Voodoo, but for the water Nation...The insanity had to stop somewhere, and Voodoo and Shetan were not about to let some sick, shadow bending asshole take their land from them. Shetan got within three yards of the brute when Admiral willed his shadows into a javelin like shape. He ruthlessly drove the long darkened spine through Shetans chest, and out just before his hip. Shetan looked behind him, and locked eyes with Voodoo, who stood shocked and broken. Noooooo! The large, usually monotone wench screamed. She tore after Admiral, but only got about ten yards before she tripped and fell into the gravel once again.

The broken mare glanced up to see Shetan had not once turned away...She knew why...he wanted to make sure she knew he was gone this time...that he really had died...that...there was no waiting for him any longer. Admiral yanked the pike from Shetan's chest, creating a large sucking pop noise. The great black stud fell to the ground, blood erupting from his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow. He looked towards Voodoo one last time and smiled, mouthing “thank you.” Voodoo had risen once again and now stood broken and dazed. She fell to the ground, crippled in heartbreak.

Shetan had died...and this time it was true...Voodoo knew he wouldn't come back...knew that one day he wouldn't just come running over the hill side and sweep her off her hooves...Voodoo couldn't breathe. The whole Water Nation had just seen her only love be skewered...She was beside herself...her usual rough exterior had snapped like a dry twig, and now she lay in the dirty battle arena...breathless and trying to piece together the situation...But she couldn't...all that she could do was scream...The large black beast sucked in dirty air, water and mud, and unleashed a gut wrenching, pain filled scream. Shetan was more than her love... he was the glue which held her sanity together...without him, Voodoo didn't know whether she'd survive. You.......You Fucking BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Voodoo lifted her skull and screamed at Admiral who stood looking almost saddened at the situation. Voodoo rose, slipping in the mud and her wound vomiting blood. You killed the last bit of sanity I had in me...you! I know I am now not the worst creature on the planet...you!!!...YOU! Voodoo screamed in heart break once again, pulling her body together as if trying to shield her pain from the world.

She continued screaming, growing lightheaded. Admiral began advancing on Voodoo, stepping over Shetan's body and continuing on. That was when one of Voodoo's headaches struck, and the screaming stopped immediately. Water equines in the area began backing off...thay had seen what had happened two years ago when the screaming and laughter had stopped. Admiral paused and watched and Voodoo's head rose quickly and cocked to the side...You are a foolesh creechar....you keeled da only emportant ting in er lyfe...we wan to survive...so we weel not go any furthar. The Jamaican accent of The Priestess echoed in the silent arena. Admiral had heard rumors of Voodoo being crazy, but now he was certain. He began forward once again, gathering the shadows from the impending night. Once Voodoo, now The Priestess, turned and walked away, pulling a deep fog around the area. The mare walked like she felt no pain...which in fact she didn't at this moment in time.

As the mare walked away, The Priestess faded into Voodoo's already broken mind, leaving the once proud First Admiral to stew in her sadness. As the mare walked, her skin began to burn, the world around her began to fade, and then she was in another place...another world...Equines stood round her, waiting to greet her. She didnt care any more...She let the horses of this new area stare at her face...and clean and heal her wounds...but, when she healed, she began making changes to the land many called Forever gray...

Into reality and our minds explode

Voodoo stood in the center of the forest bordered meadow and glanced at the knotted scar across her chest. A lopsided scowl pranced cross her face...stupid bastard She stated, speaking not only of Admiral, but Shetan as well. Voodoo was angry that Admiral killed Shetan...which was obvious, but she was also angered at Shetan that he had to love her like he did...She knew that if she had just killed him like she was ordered to, that she wouldn't have to feel these feelings of loss and sadness...Life didn't will her to...instead, life carried out a long and drawn out love that was once in a life time...Life made it impossible for Voodoo to deny she had loved in such a manner...Fuck life...Voodoo made a decision to stand in the meadow a bit longer...to calm her mind and discontinue reflecting on ghosts of the past.

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OOC- This is my horse Voodoo. she isnt that friendly, but can carry on a convo. She is the Queen on Murdahnteygo. almost 2k for the word count.

I'd really like to post with some one! This post will be ACTIVE until it is replied to, meaning if 2 months from now, someone wants to respond...go ahead.

[saieda]

He entered slowly, cautiously. Large iron daggers hit the ground at an even pace and kept him moving forward through the dense trees that bordered every side of him. His feathered legs flowed through the air with grace and yet a harsh manner lingered about them. His pace although even was hinged with caution, muscles tense, alert. He did not want to be noticed right away. He preferred to know the layout of the lands before approaching other equines. Orbs roamed the terrain, sizing it up, memorizing it. His even pace carried the two toned brute into thinner trees, slowly the trees began to fade and opened up into a darkened meadow. Thoughts swirled in his mind, 'Well well, looks like I've found myself some claimed lands, I can feel the claim looming over these parts.' The wind that crept through the terrain filled the brutes ebon nostrils and told him of the secrets of the land, but most importantly there was a vixen near by. Immediately auds flicked forward and nostrils flared to better accommodate the intake of air through them and better register the scent.

The brute came to a halt, waiting, watching. Scared head was raised to the wind, mind spun with possibilities. He was new here and planned to make himself known when he so felt it was necessary, now might be that time. Finally his ebon eyes zeroed in on one spot in particular. The center of the meadow. 'Ah, seems I have found the vixen, but why does she stand here alone? Interesting.' He was altogether fascinated and wished to find out what the cause for this behavior was. He inched into the meadow now visible away from the trees.

Still staring the brute crept forwards on feathered hooves, black and white against the dark trees that now loomed behind him, taking away his cover, sadly he could not blend in, this frustrated him on multiple accounts but for the time being he let it go with a sigh. His gypsy vanner build left him looking larger and not very light on his feet but he proved every horse wrong when it came time to prove his quickness, his fighting power that was stored away within his muscled body. With each step the brute came closer. Now he could plainly see the ebon vixen before him. Her own scared body was made plain t him in the rays cast by the setting sun. The vixen seemed deep in thought, casting a glance at a scar upon her breast. The brute shook his massive head, tis a shame, but this one can definitely hold her own, without question. A smirk played upon his maw now, this sight of the Friesian before him utterly impressed him. Her far eyes far away, lost in memory, painful from the looks of it.

The brute decided he was close enough for now. Auds flicked forwards and back, always alert. But his attention was focused solely on the vixen, his awareness was on the edge, ready for whatever she decided to throw at him, Attack? By the looks of it maybe. Run? Not even an option, no this vixen was someone t be respected that much he knew. He decided to just wait. See what she would do now that he was plainly visible and close enough for speech.

ooc: hmm I'm not the best at this anymore i need to get back into rp and get some better muse.. haha sorry my post isn't that great..

[Voodoo]

[bgcolor=222632]Icy blue eyes lay hidden behind black eyelids. Slightly curved ebonite sound catchers twitched at the sounds made by the forest. The chirping birds raking their long grasping nails against the trunks of one thousand year old pines danced just beyond the darkness of the forest. Squirrel looking creatures chattered and made annoying noises...they sounded like a ten ton creature bounding through the dark tree line. Thunder rolled in the distance...well over one hundred miles away...most likely in Grahn'Lieer. Voodoo was roughly two hundred miles from the Grahn'Lieer border...The wench seemed to enjoy staying in her territory...for the simple fact that no one seemed to bother her...well the smart ones didn't. The mare silently cursed the wretched birds...they bothered her...set her mind into spins...they were loud...obnoxious...and....

Voodoo flicked her tail...that was much more than she needed to do....in a single instant, the birds discontinued their chirping and fell frozen to the ground, shattering into a million crystal pieces. The squirrel like creatures stopped running for a second then ran fast as they could, squeaking in fright. The mare almost seemed like she growled, while boring her eyes in their direction. Metal chunks sprang from the ground and rushed toward the unsuspecting creatures. They entered their spines and she willed the chunks to expand, slicing the animals in half. A slightly sadistic smile pooled to her face as the front half of the rodent ran about ten extra feet before falling to the ground...The Queen closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, listening to the sounds of the the wind once more...The trees creaked and popped...some dead fall crashed to the ground...a twig snapped in the distance...

She knew he was there before he exited the forest. She didn't bother to look because she was the single most powerful creature that lived in Murdahnteygo...ruthless...impatient...cold.... The beast was doing what she believed she did best....playing “blissful ignorance.” It simply meant to go on and continue with what one had been doing before they had been interrupted...truly a wonderful game...and this wench played it best. She closed her eyes tight as a brain crushing headache rolled over her cranium. The white hot pain rolled from left to right, and the disorganized schizophrenic wench had a mild hallucination. Soldier, with her eyeless gaze and maggot filled mouth had taken her long, dirt encrusted fingernails and dragged them cross Voodoo's brain. The Dark Queen twisted her skull to the right, long half dreaded mane fell away from her face and revealed the stainless steel that was half her skull. Pressure fell upon Voodoo's skull...the creature wanted to rip her face off...in a single instant the mare stopped twitching and stood stock still.

[/size]Oh Voodoo...did that hurt? The blood curdled, rotten voice of Soldier sprang from the mouth of Voodoo. It was a woman's voice, but deep and warbled...insanity hung behind every word. Voodoo's icy blues seemed to dull and grow distant. We will make certain to torture the weak one more often then... The voice spoke again. Soldier was Part of Voodoo's personality. In Voodoo's past, trauma wreaked havoc on her mind...splitting it into multiple personalities...the mare also had schizophrenia...it was a wonderfully horrid match made in Hell. The ebonite mare's body lurched forward and she made a grunting noise.

Soldier...like, leave her alone...like, Voodoo has been through, like...soooooo much, and we should totally like, be there for her...like we were her friends....oh my! That's what you need Voodoo! Like you need to totally make a bunch of wicked cool friends!!! The new voice was preppy, sexy and musical, a hint of flirtation rolled over Voodoo's tongue...it was the Voice of Daisy...a part of Voodoo's shattered personality that seemed to be the only side that showed some kind of “humanity”....the main word being some...Daisy was flirtatious, high strung, and seemed to have a sick fetish for blood. The mare's body kicked to the left, and seemed to condense inward as a barking, hacking cough echoed off the large trees. The wench's body relaxed and the haze from Voodoo's occs seemed to vanish. Fuck you both!!! The voice was filled with deep rage, loud, rough, cold, and one could describe it as cut throat.

Friends are a useless tool. They are not needed unless one requires them to live...and one believes she is more than capable to breathe on her own... Voodoo ignored Soldier... it would only create more trouble. Daisy responded in Voodoo's mind and the mare grunted. Don't you dare speak his name you vile whore......... Voodoo slammed her skull towards the stallion who had entered the clearing a few minuets prior to her melt down What the FUCK do you want? She hissed at him and shook away the excited voices in her skull. The mare slammed her left hoof on the turf and turned her body to face him. Her emotions, once so highly strung and intense seemed to fall flat after her comment.

Scars littered her body, most small from the many battles she had been in. Two stuck out very much though. One cross her chest, and another., a semi circular one on her rump. Voodoo's icy blue eyes vibrated lightly in their sockets. Her legs were long and muscular, with feathering that ran from her elbows to her hooves in the front, and from her hocks to her hooves in the rear. The feathering was not thick and did not encompass the entire leg, it only was four inches long at the most, and remained greatly in the back of her legs. Voodoo had very light feathering around her hooves, a natural occurrence in her breed. Her chest was deeper than most equines and her rump has well shaped, and moderately muscled.

The mare had a medium length neck that was thicker than a lighter breeds. Her neck flowed easily into sloping shoulders and swung into a gracefully long back. Her rump was neither round nor flat, but perfect for running and if needed...jumping. Voodoo was a Friesian...tall, dark...and to some...dangerously beautiful...even if she had half a skull made from stainless steel. Voodoo's face was long and covered in a mass of wavy and half dreaded forelock. Her mane and tail were thick and half dreaded as well, coming to the ground for her tail, and to her elbow for her mane. The dark wench stood facing him, looking over him in a judging manner.

I am Voodoo... Her voice was rough and still edgy, but it lost the emotion it held when she was not herself. The mare didn't give any reasoning to how she acted before, she didn't apologize for being “rude” or swearing...the fact of the matter was, this one rarely showed feelings that another may consider a weakness...My patience is wearing thin...speak now or be gone. She spoke once more...which was a rare thing for her...She usually listened, and observed, but this stallion gave nothing but a smirk for her to go by...and that pissed her off...still...int he back of her crazed mind...Daisy begged her to “make a friend” Oh...I'll make a friend alright...one that doesn't talk...breathe...or bother the hell out of me such as you do She was threatening Daisy...and for once...the personality went silent.


Ooc- it is fine! I liked your post...please... dont fear Voodoo...that much lol 1200+ wordss for your enjoyment. I hope you dont mind the swearing...Voodoo's a bit...edgy right now ^_^

[saieda]

He observed the powerful one with extreme interest. Her own ebon auds flicked to and fro listening to the most minute sound. Then some of her true nature was made known to Revolution. He watched in fascination rather than horror as the power of ice flowed from the ebon body of the vixen. He watched the birds that had obviously pissed her off fall and shatter. This peeked his interest even more. 'How did she do that?' He wanted to know and knew she would be fatal if in battle or on the wrong side of her by the looks of it. He again watched as the power of steel made itself known as she ruthlessly killed the small furry thing. He looked upon the corpse laying in pieces never again would it scamper in these lands or bother the vixen. He shook his massive dial with confusion. He let his maw creep into a sick smile displaying his canines. 'Powerful' He turned dial back to look upon her powerful bodice, scars showing her past battles, black locks long and shielding more he guessed. But what caught his attention was her skull. Her steel encrusted skull. His ebon orbs roamed over this feature and thought it showed her steel power off well. He flicked auds forward instantly as her lyrics came out, not meant for him but someone he could not see.

The brute was utterly confused by the vixen's behavior and completely engrossed in it. He own dial twitched as if in pain then came her words. He could hear her lyrics drifting to him on the current of wind dashing here and there but he knew they were not meant for him. Her voice changed and that was odd. He noted the changes and let them roll around in his own mind for later. Dial tilted slightly still listening, when she had a sudden change in stance. He lifted his dial and stood at attention. Waiting with a rigid bodice for whatever this vixen decided to do.

Her dial snapped in his direction and out came her voice, the one meant for him. Her words sliced through the air and filled the space between them. His orbs stared into her own hatred filled eyes. Fascination with this vixen crept into his mind and stayed there for how long? He wasn't sure but for the time being she was where his attention was directed. Her dreaded locks fell in disarray, her feathered dagger stomped in agitation. It was his turn to speak.

His intensely thick locks rolled down his neck along with his own two toned tail. The locks shielding his eyes held the same thickness. He tossed his ebon dial to rid his eyes of this nuisance so that he could see the vixen clearly. Racking his mind for the words he wished to say. All the while his own bodice stayed rigid for this one kept him on his toes, excited almost for what would come next. Finally he decided to let his words be known. "Well Voodoo" came his husk voice, as he said her name he simply nodded his dial in respect for a lead, this one deserved more but for now he decided not to push it. "I'm called Revolution" He doubted she cared but since her name was given he decided his should be as well. "As for what I want.. Well that I don't know the answer to. I am simply a wandering soul if you wish to put a name on it." He let his words fall to the space between them. The words he gave were not the ones she wanted to hear of that he was certain.

The thunder once far off now boomed closer. A single aud flicked to catch the sound before returning to the vixen. The heat lighting streaked across the sky the energy was felt by Revolution and made his mind venture from the vixen. The heat of the air was intoxication the him. Nostrils flared letting the heated air fill his lungs. Fire. He loved fire. But it was the lighting that had his attention. He wished to bend it, capture it, be its master but for now he kept his mind on Voodoo now. He was unsure weather or not this vixen would attack him. He hoped not but didn't hold it past her edgy temperament. But he decided to push he luck anyway. "I came here unknowingly. I am a new face to these lands. My wandering brought me here." He stood waiting on edge for what she would do.

ooc: nah Rev isn't scared.. completely.. now he is just completely fascinated with her lol:P as for the swearing it fine haha. I'm sure Rev just added to her mood

[Voodoo]

[bgcolor=222632]Voodoo was not the type of mare one should fuck with. One should never “plan” their encounters with the beast...mainly because she is unpredictable, one could never expect her to make a proper or logical decision...this is because the black mare's logic tends to be much different...yes...she will often act accordingly, but one would often over look how the mare acts and figure it to just be how any old equine would react to a situation placed out in front of them...one would not expect Voodoo to know one was expecting her to act in such a manner, and thus she acts in that such generic manner so when the time arises, Voodoo can...in all senses of the phrase....blow one out from the water.

Voodoo is not what one would expect a crazy equine to be like...she is precise and often acts with great meaning...unless delusional that is. This mare has never been one to be forced into things she does not want to do...well, before she was in fact Voodoo, and had a different name, there was a time where the mare would have let anything happen to her without much of a resistance...that mare so long ago was now gone...and as far as this one is concerned...good riddance.

One may often wonder why the Queen of Murdahnteygo acts as she does...This one acts so others will reject...force her away, and remain disgusted enough to forfeit any sort of friendship that may have been possible...most times this mare's plan works...others, her reaction to others only fortifies their feelings toward the monster and in the end...Voodoo is often left with their memories and love...and a dead body....Most equines she chooses to hold close die...all have recently...except her son, with whom she never speaks of...fucking traitor....

As of late, the equines who seem want to become close with her...in other words...want to fuck her...have been in all weird, sick, fucks that want to actually do much more than just have their fun....Many care not for her story...they just want that physical contact...She hasn't a clue why she seems so attractive to these creatures...She only sees herself as a monster, but her past lovers tell her she is wild....untamed....a raw, crazed beauty....Voodoo wouldn't argue...in some cases, Voodoo knew and understood what they meant...but Voodoo has not had many lovers...she is a creature who prefers long relationships, or affairs rather than one night stands...because of all the creatures she hates....sluts are most distasteful.

Often, Voodoo is asked the questions that relate to the religion of Forever Gray....The Gods and Goddesses that run this place...The mare would tell that religion is merely a way to enforce others opinions upon another with fear of the unknown...Voodoo would also argue that she could evoke fear without speaking of religion...so in all seriousness...She could argue that she was a God...living and breathing...Of course Voodoo would then look at one's face filled with wonder, and laugh...saying that there was no such a thing of Gods and Goddesses, that in fact religion is a way to enforce opinions on another.

Voodoo stood and stared at the brute that hung a few paces from her. He was built very well...strong legs, deep chest...chiseled facial features...somewhere deep in her chest, the icy heart she locked down may have fluttered just slightly...He was a draft built...she studied him...not because she thought him handsome....well, that was partly the reason, and the only way one may know was if they were stuffing her just as intently...a subtle change in her stature, her icy blue eyes changing from a tight scowl to a slightly relaxed look...her mane which looked like thick, black coils of liquid may have twitched a millisecond faster than normal...The true reason for her studying was to know him...

how he breathed, his chosen stance, fangs, coloring, eye movement....stature....He was a soldier...or a fighter or sorts...most likely skilled. In her mind she quickly arranged a way to take him down without much trouble. He seemed on edge...ready to spring into action if need be...This one knew why...it was because of her...how she reacted when they first met. In part it disgusted her, because if she was going to kill him...well, he'd be dead already...murdered by an unseen creature of the night. In a second way it made her pleased to know he knew his place.

The brute tossed his thick mane and Voodoo stood stock still, her body between rigid and relaxed, icy blue eyes glistening off the steadily darkening sky. He spoke then, simple words sprang from his mouth...it didn't surprise her, and he gained a small amount of respect. "Well Voodoo" The patchy brute gave a nod...she silently applauded him for not bowing and calling her “all mighty lady queen Voodoo.” The wench hated when one bowed..the reasoning behind it was simple...when one bows, they leave themselves open to many attacks...which is good if one plans on killing another, but other than that, bowing is useless.

"I'm called Revolution" His name was long and annoying...mostly because the mare thought it a fair fit...and she liked it... As for what I want.. Well that I don't know the answer to. I am simply a wandering soul if you wish to put a name on it." Voodoo's face remained in the scowl that it was first in. She didn't much care for the wandering “soul.” The reason being that wandering equines come into her land, trample her foliage, expect a warm welcome, and the star treatment all while their hooves are held the entire time traveling thought the land.....

Voodoo hated wanderers....but this one see,ed to know his place...like she assessed before. He didn't seem like some damned traveler that was here to gaze in awe over her half metallic skull....she, in a previous life, may have even liked Revolution at first sight...but now...he was lucky she respected him as much as she did. But, Voodoo was also angry with him...because she did like him...and not in the friendship manner...Voodoo was attracted to him...and she now had to watch herself.

In the distance the Queen caught the sound of booming thunder with her right ear. Her left listening devise lay mixed into her inky, liquid like mane, it flopped limply if she turned her skull quickly. It had no hearing capabilities at all...the right one made up for it though...it was good enough for two in one. Voodoo watched as Revolution pricked his ear in the direction of the rumbling. She could feel him dislodge himself from her, and she became annoyed...jealous one would say...

She directed the slight anger to studying him...His nose flared as he sucked in the electrified air about them. Voodoo knew what his dug was...just as she knew hers....He was a fire bender...and just as with fire being the benders every day drug, lightning was their deadly drug of choice....Voodoo had one as well...it was the ocean. Voodoo escaped a small sigh and Revolution diverted his attention back to her. "I came here unknowingly. I am a new face to these lands. My wandering brought me here."

Voodoo shifted her weight from her left rear leg, to the right rear leg, then spoke. He voice was rough and deeper than most mares. It held a sort of shaky tension behind it. I am not fond of wandering bastards.... She spoke coldly You, however, do not seem like a creature that would be so foolish as to sleep on one's land and act in an irrational manner. She gazed to the sky as thunder boiled over head, then returned to gaze to Revolution. Flashed of lightning lit his coat...in her mind, Daisy pricked at her brain.

Although Daisy was not visible to Revolution, being merely a hallucination of Voodoo's mind, Daisy seemed real to Voodoo, and now the very human like being bust from the forest behind the stallion. Curvy hips swung from left to right, seeming to pivot from a very small waist. The five foot, eight blonde was naked, her medium dark, naturally sun tanned skin seemed to glow in the darkening moon light. Two perfect, but rather large breasts bounced lightly on her chest. Her face was fairly symmetrical on either side, with high and beautiful rosy and freckled cheekbones, lush lips, and wide, dazzling eyes. She was wearing make up, dark eyeliner and shadow rimmed her bright cerulean eyes and an unnatural pink gloss danced cross her lips.

To any human, Daisy was exceptionally beautiful, with layers of blonde hair that draped past her shoulders, and well sculpted legs that ran on for miles...To Voodoo...Daisy was nothing more than an ugly, two legged creature...nothing more than an annoying hallucination that seemed more real than not. Daisy sauntered over to where Revolution was standing. She outstretched her left hand and placed it gently on his rump, then dragged pink tipped fingers up his side and back, and then to his face. Daisy gave a sultry smile then leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek...

Revolution would not notice...as Daisy was nothing more than a picture in Voodoo's mind...Daisy pulled slowly from the brute and strut toward Voodoo. Daisy spoke then, her voice was playful and taunting, all the while alluring and mysterious.[/size]With him I see more than a way to dust those cob webs, Voodoo... Daisy had pointed and gave a little left to right waving motion over her lower half. The blonde goddess had control over Voodoo, and all Revolution would have seen was the black mare's face go blank and obtain a far off look. Daisy had spoken through Voodoo, who hadn't a clue she had, and Revolution was left to piece together the puzzle.

The black mare came to and produced a disgusted and shocked look. You are a dirty little slut! Voodoo hissed, and recoiled back as Daisy reached out to touch her...Voodoo, without thinking, began to bend. The ground shook as liquid was forced from caverns deep below Forever gray's surface. Voodoo “latched” onto Daisy and allowed the water to crawl up her legs and encompass her body. Revolution would only see the deranged Queen creating a human form...The Murdahnteygan Queen then converted the water from a liquid form, to a solid form and pulverized the ice into small bits....much like snow.

The Ebonite wench bore her eyes into Revolution, as ice particles glittered about the two...in a splint instant, she became invisible...Voodoo remained in the area, and stood only a few paces away...rigth where she had became unseen. In her warbled mind, Daisy was rolling on a blue sheet covered king sized bed laughing loudly. Voodoo remained unimpressed and became a solid, visible mass once again. She side stepped away from him and looked him in the eyes.

You, Revolution are causing unwanted problems in my mind... Her voice was angry and annoyed and she turned to leave. After the first few steps, Voodoo snort loudly and turned back an icy blue gazer upon him. My mind is filled with beings not myself....we will not bother you when you choose to leave...Revolution her eyes vibrated in her skull and Voodoo closed her eyes sharply as a massive headache overcame her. Voodoo's form flashed briefly, then became translucent once more as she pushed past foliage and disappeared

after about ten paces, the black mare stopped...although not wanting to...and turned back toward the piebald brute. The dark mistress stalked to the forests edge and her image became a slightly visible fog, like form in the darkness...Revolution.... Voodoo spoke, her voice dark and distant...Come...... She beckoned him to enter the comforting darkness....


Ooc- sorrt it took so friggin long. I have decided to allow Voodoo to ahve some fun...or becvome a massive ball of messed up emotions and begin bawling like a baby....hmmmm which is more fun? word count ended me at round 1900+ words... not including this or coding. if you are confused in any manner, just PM me!

[saieda]

The two toned brute simply stood before the queen, watching her expressions, her actions, her eyes. Taking in the reaction to his name. For so long he waited, both auds flicked in her direction. Only to twist away from her at the sound of thunder telling of the approaching storms. He tensed and took in the electrifying sensation of lightning. He knew before it would strike. He could sense its power, and then see the results. The flash, momentarily brightening the sky, illuminating the powerful equine before him. Somehow he sensed the fact that if she had wished him dead, he would not be standing here, awaiting a new reaction to spring forth from her.

His ebon orbs watched the queen carefully. His thick mass of tail swished and slashed at his flanks, nostrils continued to take in her scent. He could feel the equine before him appraising his being, taking in his form, his level of threat, which amounted to nothing in comparison to Voodoo. Her wandering eyes looked over every inch of his very being. A single aud flicked to catch the sounds of the thunder. His massive dial tilted slightly, seeing her other ebon aud lay flat, unmoving. Fascinating. Lifting his dial out of the tilt he held himself proudly, as was in his nature. The brute felt the hatred, the disgust rolling from Voodoo. Unsure of why this was he continued to simply stand there, on her land, on her time, her decision to not kill him for the time being.

He took in her form as she shifted her weight, her metal skull, and saw her darkened maw open, forming words that were meant for him. Words that sliced through the air and cut into his mind with hatred, 'I am not fond of wandering bastards..' Ebon eyes gazed at the queen. 'Wonderful' He thought sarcastically, though his face portrayed an emotionless expression. Then her next statement slashed into his auds and drawing his attention to her even more, 'You, however, do not seem like a creature that would be so foolish as to sleep on one's land and act in an irrational manner.' With that said lightning once again lit up the sky, it brought joy to Rev. The excitement of being so close to such great electrical power showed on the brute showed, his mane and tail were soon lit with static as a few strands of his tassels began to stand on end as a result of static. Then the static made a slight popping sound as Rev became slightly startled.

Voodoo had become exceptionally still, motionless, a statue. But her far away eyes caught Rev. 'What on Earth?' His thoughts raced. She was staring at a point right beside Rev. He flinched at the extreme gaze coming from the queens facial expression. He watched as her blank stare brought her self inflicted images, or so Rev came to guess, closer to her own physical being. A sickeningly evil hiss came from the maw of Voodoo, You are a dirty little slut! He entire frame recoiled. Rev could only stand, fixed to one spot as Voodoo was lost in her own mind. Ebon orbs took in sight of a Royal bending her element. Water erupted from unknown sources to create a human form. The swirling vortex of water cascaded down over the invisible human and suddenly the water ceased. In it's place stood a large dazzling block of ice, still in human form. A female if Rev had to guess by the shape. The source of her self inflicted gaze, her pain, her complete and utter hatred. Rev was completely and utterly lost. His large maw opened slightly, he wanted to speak but could not form the words. The raw power presented before him struck him in the chest. The completely different side of Voodoo played with his mind. As quickly as she had formed the ice sculpture she was destroying it. As much as Rev wanted to run, to get away he could not bring himself to leave. As much as he thought he feared Voodoo he simply did not. He would never admit it to her face but her display of force, or raw power, her muscled form ripping apart the ice, transformed her into a wicked beauty.

Without warning Voodoo was back. Ice crystals danced through the air, Voodoos element completely apparent now. Water. Among others he was certain. Her glaring hateful gaze fell upon him. And with that she was gone. He was transfixed, dumbfounded. Her curt voice rang fourth in his ears, You, Revolution are causing unwanted problems in my mind... With that he was her once again now retreating away from him. Again she turned those hateful eyes upon him, My mind is filled with beings not myself....we will not bother you when you choose to leave...Revolution And with that she was an unseen equine. Gone into the forest, this he knew because of the slight noises he picked up. She may be invisible but not intangible.

His cue to leave. He did not want this. He wanted to follow her, but this would be his death bed if he tried. "Well then Voodoo. I bid you adieu." His fanged mouth whispered though he made no move to leave.

He heard the slight noise and caught her imgae appearing in the shadows. 'Revolution... Come...' He couldn't ignore her. He immediately began his decent into the heavily shadowed forest. Heading towards what could be death. He did not care, he wanted to follow the queen. "I shall come." His simple reply was uttered in a husk and low voice, but somehow he knew Voodoo would hear it as his heavy daggers hit the soft ground, carrying him closer to the dark queen.

ooc: wow prolly my longest post in quite some time haha. Not sure if Im completely happy with it or not.. we shall see how Voodoo acts

[Voodoo]

[bgcolor=333333] This was not what she wanted...this wench was making drastic decisions to quickly...she wasn't in her right mind....of course, when was she? The black beast with the dark coils of liquid mane and tail stood and watched with eyes a bright icy blue as the piebald bastard strode through the woods to meet her. The Queen was sickened by the weakness she was presenting...she had once again failed to force down her own emotions...ever since that bastard left her on her own, her life had been filled with feelings...she hated it...was disgusted by the fact of it...wanted the beating of her heart to harden to ice and continue on unmoving...The flutters and thumps, the dips and pain filled jerks it created when the beast thought of certain individuals or portions of her own existence made her feel....alive....

She didn't want to be or feel alive...she just wanted others to suffer as she has had to...She wanted to extend her pain onto others.....and yet...she wanted all to live on as they were...with her ruling over them that is...but if one were to conquer the weak and pitiful, and make them stronger, would one stop when they reached the end or....shall one say, the top of the world? Wouldn't one expect that then stronger world to turn on them once again and the perverted pattern begin all over once again? And what of her spawn? That dream walking nightmare that stuffed his emotions of anger deep inside? How would he react to being ruled as he once was? Voodoo supposed he wouldn't react well...he was her child after all, and as with all her children, her son, Doppelganger had anger issues...though Voodoo knew they were not from his blood, but from her constant mental abuse and strict soldier like training...She knew he would, if pushed far enough, kill her in her sleep...that's if her head didn't kill him first.

A slick and almost greasy smile pulled onto her thirty percent translucent, ebon lips. A pink tongue pulled from her mouth and lapped at her lips, right to left, and up her half metallic jaw line. She felt proud of her last thought as the brute came near her. The smile faded into a simple monotone face. You are foolish to follow me. She stated in a thick and dark voice But smart to follow orders. Voodoo's body fluxed to a solid black as a thin layer of liquid crawled off her corpse and into the ground. She pierced the brute with icy blue eyes, now not so cold, but almost filled with a fiery intensity that some found terrifying in itself. She pulled another smile to her crooked jaw, and her scarred lips pursed out showing her white yellow teeth Shhhhh....my little secret She was speaking of how she became unseen in a moments notice. It was not a skin trick, or her fooling the mind, but water bending the light precisely around her body. Voodoo's little speech could have been passed off as slight humor...which was rare.

The black beast was more comfortable in the forest, it comforted her, hid her....and this forest loved her...not in the sense one may love another, but Voodoo brought the rains...made the forest fertile and moist, and the forest loved her for that simple reason. This section of forest, where the two were located was particularly thick with large old pines and small to medium knotty oaks. More southern parts of Hayacah were filled with birches and other various hardwoods that towered above the evergreens, choking out their sunlight and slowly killing them...it was safe to say southern Hayacah was covered in nasty dead fall and widow makers...it was a good thing the black beast was already a widow...well not a good thing per say, but this one took life as it was handed to her...she had to...or she would be a weakling.

Voodoo was silent for a few, more than uncomfortable moments. She hadn't a clue what to say, or how to really react to another in this setting...ask the mare how to battle, and she could tell many things, ask her how to talk her way into and out of any situation, and she could...but ask her to explain why she just went fucking bonkers, turned invisible, and then invited a stallion she just met into her forest...and she would just stare blankly. Although the mare had lived a long while, which was actually well over the five years she had been living in Forever Gray, she had had really only one or two “friends” in which she would confide in...one was a blind mare by the name of Ghost. She hung around Voodoo and lent an unbiased ear when it was needed...the other soul was a brute...the brute...The stallion who had caused her such joy and sorrow...the one which died and in turn caused her to feel as if she died as well. Voodoo found it interesting how one could both at a single moment, love and hate the same being...this interested her, and at the same time, haunted her.

Voodoo had been drifting off, her eyes had been staring into the distance for about a minute and one half now, her half metallic face was almost stoic...showing little emotion...or was that just the way a haunting sadness looked on a half paralyzed face? Finally, The ebonite wench came to with a snap as thunder warbled through the hilly land, and the first speckles of rain pattered her nose. Voodoo's icy blue eyes bore into Revolution's own, all the stoic had vanished behind intensity only the angry Queen could make beautiful. You are the first creature I have willingly invited into my forest...fuck it up and you will die.

The mare turned once again and with a flick of her wet, entwined black tail, motioned for him to follow. I am very disappointed in myself... She spoke out loud One does not need another to live, breathe, or eat...yet at times, one may seek another for the mere reason that they fear they are going insane wandering the lands alone....Do you agree Revolution? she was speaking more than normal... at times, Voodoo could go an entire month or so, not speaking to another equine...partly because Hayacah was so expansive, that by the time she felt anthers presence, and decided to travel to kick them out, they had already passed through her homeland and carried their bodies into the surrounding countries...that being Grahn'Lieer, Breahya, and Dea'ean. Voodoo knew others lived in her homeland, hell, it was large enough to house at least over 1,000 equines comfortably, but Voodoo enjoyed keeping the herds small in her land, she wanted the outer countries of Murdahnteygo to build up their numbers....protect the nations capital one would say....

Voodoo cared not to look behind her to see if Revolution had begun following her, she would not give him that weakness, instead she trudged on through the ever moistening underbrush and after about another two minutes, the Queen came to a river of sorts, swollen from the rains and high ocean waters higher up north. There she waited for Revolution, and would only wait just a few minutes. She pondered on what she could say, or how she would react to any thing he decided to speak of...she was not necessarily searching for anything in him, but rather her demons want to play with him...mainly Daisy, and that wasn't the reason Voodoo invited him into her forest, she invited him in because he seemed like he could be an asset in the future...and assets are very useful...especially allied ones.

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YAY 1st post in about the last time I posted here lol!!!! 1272 words not inc this or coding!