you went away,how dare you. [Xavier/Open]

[NUNA]

NUNA

The ground fascinated the young equine, her coat of dapples stood out beyond any hope of hiding in these parts but perhaps that was the very thing that drew her to the parts. It was the way she didn’t belong, the way she stood out among the dry and deprived lands. She liked the extremes, the way Mother Nature had committed to this climate and its inhabitants had committed to it as well. She knew all about devotion and committing to things, disguising oneself as foliage quite literally wasn’t something that could be done on a whim. It was for that very reason the quiet filly was attracted to these parts, she could wonder in awe and draw more than heat from the lands. It wasn’t the place she found herself the most in these parts and others might think it stupid of her to frequent somewhere she didn’t belong, blend or where carnivores frequented. The filly had managed to hold plant form in these parts for long enough for a mountain line to lose interest, but she lacked the actually presence of a threat in her trials which played with her ability to commit. The task wasn’t easy, she didn’t just bat her eyes and poof she was a fern. Perhaps it was that way for the other Pacis horses and for that she might be convinced to fall victim to the horrible green monster envy – but for now she just focused on her ability and surroundings. The extreme heat didn’t bother her as much as it did the vines that grew on her, thankfully they didn’t have nerves and she didn’t feel pain in losing or burning the plants. It was the Arabian blood in her that made the heat more bearable to her than others of her species. She had also found one of the small watering holes in the place, it was interesting how she could lose herself in the forest of tree’s she should be able to identify with but in this desert she followed the crack like they were arrows an directions.

Her frame moved in a simple three beat, it consumed less energy than her showy trot did and she had barely broken a sweat and she was already deep into the territory. It helped that she was an early riser, up with the sun and it had actually been chilly when she first started her way through the familiar “trail” she had made for herself – a combination of familiar rocks and cracks brought her to the watering hole in a short time. The sun was now high in the sky and the heat was like radiation, she could see it raising from the ground and she shook her head snorting. Long banner mixed with vegetation was cast about, her shadow a powerful though elegant image. It was something the filly struggled with, while she was often the shy and silent type there was a beast inside her that reared its ugly head without her approval or control. Some mornings she felt as though she could rip the limbs from her own kin – as a result she distanced herself from equines and the living in general. She had yet to damage anyone but herself, she didn’t lust for blood or anything horrible but she knew from experience she could be a real bitch – very un – Pacis like and it wasn’t how she wanted anyone to see her, not even herself. She could feel her blood boiling slightly but she pushed herself on, not allowing her mind or body to rest enough to flip the switch. As a result by the time she reached the watering hole she was drenched in sweat and needed water more than usual, the waters were cool and clear but she didn’t trust them totally. The dapples fillies hide was dark, her thick mane fell far past the bottom of her arched neck and only made her more sweaty. She didn’t go past her knees in the pretty much foreign waters, stories of serpents with venom that could kill you in just minutes made her nervous and rightfully so. Dropping parched lips to the cool water she sipped quickly at first though forced herself to slow, not wanting to fill up too much in case she needed to leave in a hurry. Long tail cascaded into the waters, it was as thick as he mane and dragged on the ground when she was at rest. Now knee deep in the water it was floating, flicking it she felt the water shower over her and it was startling at first though a wonderful sensation quickly.

Backing from the water’s edge she spotted the only tree for what seemed like miles, some shade might be nice and if bitchy Nuna was going to show up it would be good to have something to shred into. While her other ability was in essence to control the weather these parts proved to be very difficult, at the most she could muster a breeze for just a little while the skill wasn’t as developed as she would like it to be though it was something the young equine worked on. To add heat to the climate was simple, it didn’t take a second thought to enhance Mother Nature’s influence on lands, just like in the forest bringing rain or the wind was simple bringing heat to the desert was a task she could accomplish almost while sleeping. Though creating a breeze wasn’t impossible it was far from easy, mustering her concentration she pooled her energy and thoughts towards blowing some fresh air through the lands normally stuffy and scorching. It was successful mildly, for just a few moments she felt a breeze through these parts – she wasn’t capable of changing the weather of a place too far from her immediate vicinity. Once more an odd sensation rippled through her and she sighed, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with Nuna the witch but that wasn’t anything new and it never changed things. Raising her elegantly sculpted tiara to the heavens large eyes looked over the barren lands, nostrils flared the exotic creature checked for any smell besides the barren desert.



nuna thinks&walks
“nuna talks”

"words" 1 0 3 7 "tags" carhartt/open<3"notes" bah. she will get better - promise! lol

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[CARHARTT]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/Tabels/Middle-3.png,true] Nostrils flared and from them escaped an iridescent crimson smoke. It was an odd yet mystifying sight. It stood over sixteen hands and its build was intimidating muscular. Lengthy and thick tendrils hung low past its nape while some hung low past the nostrils and it’s flag drug upon the realm’s surface. The most shocking off the tangled mess was the vibrant crimson glow that reflected off each lengthy strand. What was this beast, this creature, this animal of death? Well it was Xavier of course. Massive daggers punctured the earth’s hardened crust with a vibrant crimson glow. It was eerie really to see something so sinister march its way through these waste lands. He moved with confidence and ease, with no emotion spread across his harsh facial features. The crimson glow from his daggers cascaded on the hardened surfaced and after each step he left large imprints with a slight red hue that slowly seeped down in the cracks. The glow was the overwhelming power that surged within him and the brighter the glow the stronger his power. Once his power was drained there was little no glow left in his daggers, but today they were as vibrant as ever—he was getting stronger ever day. A right crimson orb glanced around the dried world around him for a moment as he slowly came to casual halt. Glancing to the left and then to the right, he closed his orb for a moment while his left stayed open. Unfortunately it never closed, it never moved, and it never saw. The scar was gruesome but also hindered any source of control over it. While he closed his working optical, he let the hot rays beat down on his grey pelt—he welcomed the heat that radiated around him for it fed energy straight into him. Any source of heat gave him power so he made daily trips to the desert to build up his power—what could he say he was power hungry. Standing their motionless, he suddenly felt a soft breeze. His orb opened quickly, it was evident it wasn’t Mother Nature who made that soft breeze. A sinister smile spread across his rough labrums, “I’m not alone.” With that thought, he wavered his options. Was he up for some conversing or was it time to let some of this energy out? With little hesitation he snickered once more and began his black magic. Letting his posture stiffen, who stood up tall lifting his cranium to the heavens and let the power boil in his veins, as his entire grey pelt sweltered a crimson hue. Within a few seconds a creature began to crawl from out of the crack in the realm’s surface before Xavier. As it is made its way out, it came as a black demon, looking like a crazed wolf, fangs longer than any know creature claws that looked sharper than any daggers. It snarled and drooled with a ferocity and equine in its right mind would be fearful. Xavier saw the snarl from the undead and took offense. Pricks flattened to his poll and Xavier let his still vibrant glowing dagger slice out at the creature. It coward submissively and lied down obediently and replied with a coarse vocals that echoed eerily, “Sorry my Lord.” Xavier stood over the creature menacingly and nodded in acceptance. He knew he always had to keep them in line. Finally Xavier let his labrums spread and a deep over powering vocals rang out which made the demon tremble just slightly. “I want you to figure out who else is here—unseen of course and come back right away. If you don’t return there will be hell to pay.”

[/b] The tones were harsh, edgy, and threatening. The demon nodded obediently and responded quickly with every ounce of respect he possessed, “Yes Lord.” And with that, the demon bounced off and disappeared into thin air. Xavier nodded assuring and slowly began moving once more. The sudden scent of water came to his senses and decided to make his way over, his throat was feeling slightly overwhelmed.

It only took a few moments before he rounded around a large rock and come into sights of the oasis. Not to far came the vision of another equine. For a moment anger raged within him, before he could think another thought the demon came back in a whirlwind and back into its original shape. Out of breath it panted, “My Lord there’s another equine, I believe a vixen.” Anger swallowed Xavier as he quickly spat at the demon, “You don’t think I already know this since I can see her?!”[/b] And with that a crimson dagger came slicing towards the demon and cut straight through it as it disappeared in a black aria of smoke. Softly he mumbled to himself as he began walking nonchalantly towards the oasis, “If I want anything done right, I have to do it myself.”[/b] What was the point have your own army of demons if they were no use to you.

Shaking his massive cranium he slowly moved to the icy crystalline depths, not evening acknowledging the other equine, he made it look as if he hadn’t noticed her. As he made it to the waters edge, he dipped his cranium until his labrums reached the clear liquid. In the reflection he saw a beast staring back at him glowing a sinister crimson hue. God he was dashingly evil looking wasn’t he? But only for a moment until he moved his gaze to the reflection of where she was. In the reflection he studied her face, her emotions, and her physical appearance trying to make out what ever he could before he would introduce himself—but he did this nonchalantly still drinking—making it look as if he was keeping his gaze to himself, it was her decision to realize what he was really doing…


Xavier walks.
Xavier thinks.[/i]
"Xavier talks."[/b]

T A G » nuna !
M U S E » 9/10 !
W O R D S » 994 !
V O C A L S » javier bardem !
S T A T U S » finished !
M U S I C » none !
O O C C H A T » ugh sorry its all over but i was trying to give you a feel for him and his powers xD ![/justify]

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[NUNA]

NUNA

Dappled creature was enjoying the solitude and trying her best to stay in the placid and borderline joyful mindset, for a brief moment she wished she wasn’t alone in the desert that perhaps company could keep her in the present and not let her mind slip away. Though she also feared what her alter ego was capable of, she might come off as a whimsical plant loving Pacis but Nuna knew she was capable of more. It was something that she was certain others failed to note but that didn’t change things for Nuna. Then suddenly the world around her changed drastically Nuna didn’t know what it was but whatever the cause and effect made the filly slightly uneasy and her frame took an unnerved stance, she ceased her breeze instantly and focused. Though the silence was confusing she didn’t let it lull her into a false sense of security, she was alert and on edge and time seemed to pass slower with each breath she drew in. Statuesque and alert the filly was soothed slightly by the sound of equine hooves, whatever had been in the area earlier hadn’t been equine and it hadn’t provoked a comforting sensation unlike the familiarity of daggers on the cracking desert surface.

Once again nerves filled her insides, poking at her ribs and lungs making drawing in a deep breath a new challenge all on its own. As a creature of prey she fought the natural instinct to run, keeping daggers firmly planted on the dehydrated ground the filly watched the horizon from where the sound was coming with her auds perked. Bright optics were large with both interest and worry, slight whites were evident for a moment though she forced herself to chew at the air, releasing some tension and allowing the look on her face to settle to curious. Green optics were interesting, they were a further indication of her species. Along with the vines that grew in her mane and covered her shoulders and front legs it made her a Pacis and a visible one at that. Her vegetation was not enjoying the heat the way she was. Having cooled off in the pool of water earlier the dove was at a perfect temperature, though her vines would be burnt to a crisp if she spent more than a few moments in the sun – in the shade she could feel them wilting. It was an interesting sensation, the greenery wasn’t part of her the way other limbs were but she could feel the difference in having them and not – it was difficult to explain.

The creature that she spotted in the distance was certainly equine, though she could tell instantly he wasn’t Pacis. It didn’t make her anxious feeling disappear; it actually brought forth more tension in her frame. Nuna had good vision she could spot the detailing on the equine as he approached. His hide was dappled much like her own, though the horn protruding from his crown and the deep ember color to her his locks and pistons confirmed he was not of Pacis blood. His appearance confirmed quite the opposite actually and was possibly to blame for the odd sensation that had rocked her earlier. She wasn’t surprised when he headed directly to the source of water, even the wicked needed to drink. As soon as she processed the thought she kicked herself mentally, it was hard not to assume the Malums were of dark intentions but she tried to better those assumptions by not judging. Of all creatures Nuna should know that it wasn’t always what met the eye, though not wanting to act as an antagonist to the beast she let him drink his fill before even considering speaking. It was actually the shy and elegant creature that took over as she stopped watching him and rubbed her tiara gently on a forelimb.

Even as she was stretched down and rubbing she let one green eye wander in his direction and she took note that he was watching her as well, she didn’t make much of it as well they were in essence playing the same game at the moment. Standing erect once more she made a point of dropping her tiara lightly, the Arabian blood that ran through her veins made it natural to be held high though it sometimes sent the wrong message, she wasn’t interested in sending any message at the moment. Optics looked out over the water in front of her, ignoring the dappled mass still drinking Nuna wasn’t surprised to feel her cranky other half had subsided quite substantially, apparently even the anti-Nuna knew better than to mess with the bulky creature standing at the water’s edge as it didn’t matter how quick or well she blended it this was not the time or place to test her ability to run or hide.

Snort escaped slightly flared nostrils as she realized how parched she had become as well, standing in the shade thinking was apparently more work than she realized the vines that grew from her took more water than normal to stay healthy in this environment. The first step out in the sun made the her cringe, and she could feel the vines shrivel slightly almost instantly. Nuna stopped at the waters edge, and stepped in though stopped at her knees. Taking a long sip the dappled creature felt better instantly, green optics looked over the red and dappled stallion and then back to her shade where she headed once more. The heat was at its worst and the dappled creature was thoroughly enjoying the shade alone at the moment and she wasn’t certain she wanted to share it with anyone actually.

“nuna talks”

"words" 9 5 3 "tags" carhartt/xavier <3"notes" this was so so so slow and my muse is dead without explanation - I apologize.

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[XAVIER]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/Tabels/Middle-3.png,true] With his maw plunged into the icy liquid, his orb greedily look over the femme. No he wasn’t the gentlemen type, he didn’t care where his eyes wandered and he didn’t care if she cared. At least he had the decency to act like he wasn’t staring while he drank. The reflection of her wavered softly in the water as it just barely moved. Slowly he finally lifted his massive cranium, as a few drop dripped off his sinister mug. Pricks flickered slightly as a pest landed on his right prick. His massive body stood silent waiting for any response from her, half expecting her to take a mad dash. Of course he was always prepared, those demons, no matter how idiotic they were, had there usefulness. His good orb watched as she rubbed her cranium on her foreleg, like so. It seemed she was rather relaxed and not worried—but her scent said otherwise. It seemed she was slightly unnerved by his presence—good. Confidently he let his lengthy tendons move away from the water and began the short walk around the oasis towards her nice little shady spot. With each step, his massive muscles rippled beneath his thin pelt, adding to his powerful aura. He felt his orb gazing over her like she was an object and not a living being, that’s all mare were to him. A toy, a play thing. Something he could do as he pleased and toss a side once they either broke or were no longer of use. It was evident she was of Arabian decadence. Her petite tendons were long and thin, a dished cranium, defined veins, and slender body—ironic that Arabians were his type. As he moved closer to her, crimson daggers pressed firmly against the crusted earth leaving large imprints. Lowering his cranium slightly with his seven horns. Coming to a stop, only a few yards away, mine as well keep his distance for now. Slowly he let a smile creep across his sinister mug. His bad orb gazed deep into her soul, while his other gazes over her hungrily. Slowly he let his lips spread and his deep vocals bellowed out harshly, “A Pacis, in the desert. Probably not the smartest choice, is it not?”

[/b] Shaking his cranium slightly he slowly began to advance toward her. Letting his gaze wander of her as he moved in. He let his massive body proceed only a few inches. His mahogany orb gazed at her wilted green and without hesitation nudged them roughly and replied, “A little wilted aren’t we?”[/b] a deep sinister laugh released from deep within his abdomen. He stood close to her much to close-this stallion disregarded any hope of boundaries…

Xavier walks.
Xavier thinks.[/i]
"Xavier talks."[/b]

T A G » nuna !
M U S E » 8/10 !
W O R D S » 455 !
S T A T U S » finished !
V O C A L S » javier bardem !
O O C C H A T » its ok, sorry this sucked bad !
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The mare was enjoying her shade, for a few moments in time she actually entertained the idea that the stud would leave her alone. The horned creature had seen her, it was impossible not to sense but perhaps she wasn’t his type or worth his time. Both ideas were possible but as far as luck went she knew hers was running thin. The filly had been lucky in life thus far, avoided most confrontation and managed to keep her composure when it mattered. The blood in her veins boiled slightly with his approach, he as a large creature. His statue much more muscular and grand than her own, the sheer mass of the beast left distinct marks on the dehydrated desert floor. Nuna was petite in every sense of the word, even in her current well-muscled and healthy state she didn’t even compare to the mass of muscles that approached. She forced herself to hold her ground, stay still and not let her inner nerves be too apparent. She didn’t need the first thing he noticed about her to be fear, realistically she was a brave creature for being in these parts – well that or stupid but she liked to think she was smarter than most gave her credit for. The desert had an odd appeal and while it wasn’t exactly to her advantage she liked the place, though the stallions smug smirk made her re-consider those ideas. She noted his distance and that one eye was different from the other, both things might be advantageous in the moments quickly approaching.

Though when he spoke she was almost relieved for a moment, it bought her time to consider options. She was pretty certain she could outsprint him in a short distance she was designed to get places quickly and in a normal setting she was certain she could beat him over distance as well though this environment would be hard on them both so she discounted her stamina almost immediately. It was official she would have to act on instinct, she tried to relax her muscles and half succeeded. The only advantage to the situation was the fact that her other angry half seemed to have disappeared rather quickly – though perhaps this was a moment that the inner bitch might have been useful. Certainly a result of her luck running thin, green optics observed the creature with care. As he stepped towards her she stood still, though no matter how hard she tried she shivered under his touch. He caused no pain, the shrubs that grew weren’t part of her nervous system though they did make her more thirsty upon occasion. She waited or his laughter to cease, his proximity wore off quickly – while it wasn’t in her nature to be that close to another she adapted to change with ease. Her own tone was almost shrill in comparison to his, lighter on the air it floated with the non-existent breeze like leaves on a tree.


“You are a fan of pointing out the obvious aren’t you?”

She didn’t need to say anything more, there was no sass to her tone it was simple and borderline monotone she didn’t feel the need to add an evil chuckle after either. The words were enough she didn’t really entertain any emotions after the air was silent once more, she maintained her spot close to the stallion and let an eye peer up at him. She knew what he was and she knew she could be seriously considered as a meal but for whatever reason at the moment she didn’t sense the need to run – but then again perhaps she was just a dumb wilting Pacis.

“nuna talks”

"words" 6 1 3 "tags" carhartt/Xavier<3"notes" quicker, muse still not quite right.

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[XAVIER]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/Tabels/Middle-3.png,true] Xavier knew what he looked like—of course he didn’t have to be the evil creature he was but society expected him. He was only living the label given to him. Deep down maybe there was a soul still there but it seems each day, any trace of it came less and less likely to come forward. It was hard not to look over this little filly with hungry eyes but she was just so attractive. He wasn’t to attractive to the wilted vegetation that dirtied her pretty little body. For a moment he pondered on how painful it would be to just, pluck them right off her tiny little body… It was evident that she was unnerved by his presence, he could smell the slight fear fumigate off her grey pelt. Her muscles seemed to tighten with each step that pulled him closer to her decedent body. “You are a fan of pointing out the obvious aren’t you?” Her vocals were soft, slightly high pitch, and rather adorable. Chuckling he shook his cranium slightly, as the crimson tendrils moved about slightly. Suddenly he felt his blood boil as his gaze traveled to her petite nape. Deep down in his throat he felt it start. The blood began to come rushing to his mouth—pulsating. It was always painful when the fangs came but it was an exhilarating feeling. Quickly he wined and jerked his cranium away from her and clenched his jaw as they forced out on to him. He fought against them coming—but sometimes the hunger for blood was too much to hold back. Luckily he held them back and for the time being his mouth remained the omnivorous state it should be. Slowly he looked back to her, with his orb blood shot. Slowly he replied with a raspy deep tone, “Sorry about that, just a little something that tries coming out every now and then.”

[/b] He smiled a rather charming smile-shocking to see one so evil be capable of a some what charming grin.

Slowly he bent his nape where his cranium moved to his hip and the largest horn on the tip of nose and pressed it firmly against his pelt and began to rub it rather vigorously. Satisfied, he nonchalantly moved his cranium back towards her. “My name’s Xavier by the way, and it is such a pleasure to meet you.” The word pleasure was rolled out on his tongue, giving it a dark tone…. Everything about him wasn’t right…

Xavier walks.
Xavier thinks.[/i]
"Xavier talks."[/b]


T A G » nuna !
M U S E » 2/10 !
W O R D S » 420!
S T A T U S » finished !
V O C A L S » javier bardem !
O O C C H A T » sorry this sucks so bad !
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The dappled creature could feel his breath on her, what had started as unnerving had become a dull sensation. Yes she was still nervous though it didn’t hit her quite as hard now that she had become used to the presence – it faded like a scent you learned to live with. New found confidence helped her frame find it’s more elegant state and the arch to her high set and long hooky neck returned. Even as she seemed to grow a few inches in statue she didn’t compare to the size of the stallion standing next to her, his proximity was another thing that had worn off. Snort escaped flared nares though she turned her head away as not to spray the creature – manners were engrained into her daily actions. Looking straight ahead once more she dropped her tiara so it was perpendicular to the ground, she held herself that way as not to create false arrogance or dominance and as a result her long forelock fell over her dished face, optics of emerald peered up to the stallion beside her as he changed and jerked his crown away from her.

It was a feeling she wasn’t afraid of or foreign too – it reminded her of the way she felt when her grumpier half took over. Standing still she didn’t want to stir his moment even further for she was certain she could really start to fear for her life if the beast of a stallion became manic suddenly. Optics grew and auds perked, though as he seemed to regain his earlier composure Nuna forced her gaze away perhaps she should mind her tongue a little – she knew her wit had gotten her in trouble before. His apology was noted with a nod, no more – she didn’t want to insult him by explaining she knew what he meant but deep down a part of the dappled dove felt she might. Perhaps she wasn’t as dangerous as the brute next to her but the Pacis in her was terrified of the creature she became. Shifting her weight she rested a hind limb, her fear evidently subsided slightly as long pistons were no longer ready to pounce instantly. She watched him use his horn to reach an itch and smirked, her own frame was hot and itchy as well, shoulders flinched under the wilting vines and as she shook lightly one fell to the floor – she didn’t worry in a few hours it would be replaced with another.

Xavier, his tone was as charming as the smirk that played on his features, her own face was more of a blank expression. Slightly intrigued but bland none the less, expression filled her optics as he rolled the pleasure out with a dark tone. Worry filled her head but she perked her auds and looked to him, smirk played at her own features now her intelligently dished face was bright for a moment as her light tone hit the air.

“I’m Nuna and I now know we have very different ideas about pleasure.”

She couldn’t help herself, it was in her nature to well come off that way. Normally she was a very friendly creature, perhaps a little shy but standing next to the stallion who she know would enjoy ripping her from limb to limb she felt she could spare some of her manners, let her true thoughts run unfiltered as she didn’t think there was anything she could say that would change his mind about much of anything. So once again she wore a blank look on her pretty façade, a slight twinkle to her large optics and the way she turned her tiara to look off over the waters might allow one to see she was enjoying this more than she was willing to let on.

“nuna talks”

"words" 6 3 5 "tags" Carhartt/Xavier<3"notes" muse. where art thou?

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[XAVIER]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/Tabels/Middle-3.png,true] There was something off about this little filly, and with each moment Xavier spent tormenting her he found her all the more intriguing. It was like she was slightly fearful but then apart of her was enjoying his encounter. Unfortunately for her she was making herself worthy of his time thus meaning he wouldn’t mind spending a little extra time with her trying to figure out her complicated inner complexion. With each deep exhale, came a crimson cloud that percolated from deep within his nares. It seemed as the longer he remained with her, she clamed her nerves and relaxed. As her back dagger relaxed, he turned his cranium noticing it and let an inaudible snicker out—apparently she was braver then she led on. Xavier was a smart one, and it seemed he always sensed when things were different when some one was trying to mislead him. Obviously this little filly had some tricks up her sleeve but what they were exactly was the mystery. Little did Xavier know that he was dealing with a bi-polar/schizophrenic mare. She was absolutely gorgeous. The way she reacted to him only attracted him more—but her Arabian features called to him like drugs called to an addict. So what, he was a womanizer, didn’t mean he couldn’t have preferences. Her blank expression never seemed to meet her sassy comments, “I’m Nuna and I now know we have very different ideas about pleasure.” Another chuckle realized deep from his throat, bellowing out like a foghorn. Slowly he nodded and replied as he stepped away from her, just to see a branch fall off her body. “Right you are Darling, right you are.”

[/b] Hearing her flare her nostrils, he nonchalantly turned back to here, but now stood out of the shade and under the vicious rays of the sun. Glancing over her once more, he felt the curiosity ride his words, “I never understood you Pacis, and your infatuation with plants and the earth.”[/b] Slowly he paused and then finished with genuine curiosity in his tones, “What kind of things can you guys even do?”[/b] For once his tones weren’t mocking or putting down the Pacis, he was genuinely interested in such an inferior species…[/justify]

Xavier walks.
Xavier thinks.[/i]
"Xavier talks."[/b]


T A G » nuna !
M U S E » 5/10 !
W O R D S » 454!
S T A T U S » finished !
V O C A L S » javier bardem !
O O C C H A T » we need to think of something to happen between these two xD !
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[NUNA]

NUNA

The stallion beside her was less and less terrifying by the moment; each second she spent not in fear was a second she gained in confidence. The idea that he hadn’t seriously harmed her yet gave the filly hope that she might escape unscathed, though there was the idea that he liked to play with his prey that lingered in the back of her ever thinking mind that kept her alert despite being relaxed. The way he chuckled at her words were open to interpretation as far as she was concerned. Whether he found her mildly entertaining and was expressing it or he was chuckling at her expense she didn’t know, and wasn’t keen on finding out as she didn’t exactly care either way, the large stallion realistically had little impact on her beyond this moment – assuming he remained composed as he was now. He rested a hind piston and Nuna watched him carefully with her green eyes, studying him for a moment she couldn’t decide what he wanted from her or what he was planning on doing. The confusion frustrated her and the Arabic blood running through her veins began to boil once more, blinking she looked away and focused on something else that wouldn’t draw the monster out. The crystal water, still and calm now that none interrupted its waters looked like a mirror a stunning and peaceful mirror that helped her gather her thoughts and re-compose herself.

Though when the stallion spoke out once more all the composure was lost, he was being more genuine but she couldn’t help but feel the anger rock through her petite frame – she had fought it off for an abnormal amount of time and she wasn’t certain she could hold on much longer. Looking to him once more she granted him a blank stare, and bit her tongue as he expressed his lack of understanding about Pacis. She highly doubted it was the only thing he didn’t understand but she would let it slide – giving into another snarky comment would only allow her mood to progress further to the direction of total psycho bitch. Though when he pressed along, even with the genuine tone she couldn’t help herself and the fury raged through her veins in full force. She managed to hold some composure and spoke though the stress was obvious in her tone,

“Right, because being fascinated with the dead makes so much more sense.”

She rolled her eyes and focused hard, looking to the dust she stared into the ground using every muscle she had her whole frame tensed and her mind focused. Eyes shut and she thought about dark clouds and a storm, the extra power seemed to surge from her anger and the sky above them quickly turned dark, the precipitation that she thought of was cruel and cold so as hail stones fell to the earth just around them she opened her eyes and threw a smirk in the stallions direction – the nervous creature that had once stood before him was fading fast. As quickly as she brought the weather on Nuna chased it away and looked to him with her same blank expression. Snort hit the air as she seemed to collect herself a little though it didn’t last long. The silence that filled the air was quickly taken by the sound of her daggers moving the Arabian frame backwards, she placed herself closer to the trees, hooves touching the roots that were protruding from the ground and once more she focused on the earth before her. Vines were her specialty, she could hold the foliage the longest and hardly had to think about it anymore, so as the equine before the stallion vanished and was replaced with fresh green vines on a the tree Nuna wished she could see his expression. She clung to the tree and held onto her tie with mother nature by the skin of her teeth as time passed, it wasn’t always easy to maintain her composure so she let the shape go and resumed her equine formation. Though the body she left was not the same she found herself in once more, the bitch had finally wiggled her way in and the equine before her was too close for comfort.

“What the fuck do you want meathead?”

“nuna talks”

"words" 7 1 8 "tags" carhartt/xavier <3"notes" i tried to give us some more to go on - not sure if it's a success yet lol

THANK YOU, DUCK @ CAUTION!

[CARHARTT]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz237/CarharttCreations/Tabels/Middle-3.png,true] Xavier realized the more he stood there unthreatening the more confident this little filly soaked up. His mind was already set, he knew what he was doing and she didn’t. That was the way it was intended of course. Something about her was changing other than her confidence. She seemed angry and bitter of a sudden, not so feeble and shy. It was like something inside her was attempting to crawl its way to the surface but she was holding back. Xavier played it cool as he rested hi haunches—he wanted her to relax and not see him as a threat, it was always easier to consume one’s soul if they drop their guard and she was doing the very thing, Her emerald orb danced away from his gaze as if fighting with herself. Slowly he titled his massive cranium and straightened his stance, no longer resting. He wanted to speak but her snide comment came out loud and clear. Quickly he took it with a chuckle, most would have been angry but not him, on no, Xavier knew how to play the game. “Right, because being fascinated with the dead makes so much more sense.” Nodding, he agreed. This little spit fire Arabian had such a tongue on her—it seemed there was a lot more to her than just what meets the eye. Carefully his orb observed the way she moved, spoke, and looked. Everything about her was transforming and to be honest, Xavier was quite interested on how far she could hold off what ever she was holding off. Before he was ready to speak he watched her work her magic. The once hot atmosphere quickly darkened and clouds began to form. Tilting his cranium and glanced up into the heavens nonchalantly. Suddenly from the dark clouds hail began to litter the world around him. Small harsh pebbles patted against his pelt then bounced to the crusted earth quickly dissipating away from the ground heat. As quickly as it came it disappeared in a flash. Xavier looked to her, not quite amused and replied slowly. “I’ve seen better.”

[/b] He now knew what ever he was doing was pushing her more and more over the edge. Every little stab, every little snide remark would help present the monster that was bottled deep inside her.

Still watching her with his own blank expression, he watched her move away from him, her lengthy tendons moving rather quickly. Vines sprouted out from the crusted earth and came to life, suddenly taking her form to greenery. Nodding slowly he just chuckled—he wasn’t impressed. As she came back in her form, he caulked his hip once more resting his left dagger, standing there looking bored. What came next how ever did amuse him. “What the fuck do you want meathead?” He chuckled abruptly as he shook his cranium at her, silver tendrils dancing to and fro. “Well, well, some one has quite the attitude. Such ugly words coming from a beautiful creature. Do you kiss your mother at night with those foul lips of yours?”[/b] Straightening up, he took a prominent step towards her. The crimson glow from his pistons only brightened as he quickly snorted letting the crimson smoke fumigate around her facial features. Standing tall he stared down at her more menacing ready for another snide remark. If she was smart she would refrain from them because he never really accepted and disrespect towards him… His patience was growing then and he was ready for his afternoon lunch.

Standing there he stepped closer once more and his tone quickly altered into a threatening baritone with his pricks flattening against his poll, “Listen here. Don’t think you can be disrespectful towards me and get away with it. I could do things to you, you wouldn’t imagine…”[/b] His let a vocals end with a rough deep growl as he stared harshly into her emerald orbs, awaiting her next move…[/justify]

Xavier walks.
Xavier thinks.[/i]
"Xavier talks."[/b]


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