Post by VAUDEVILLE on May 16, 2012 1:53:03 GMT -5
THEY HAD IT COMING ALL ALONG
It was evident in the way she moved, the confidence oozed from every pore of her frame. The ebonite creature was more confident than she displayed, which was of course hard to believe – until you spoke with her. The wench strode through the lands without considering looking back, she was alert and attentive yes but didn’t feel the need to watch behind her because she didn’t think anyone was stupid enough to attack from behind. Even if they didn’t know she could shatter bones with a single kick, it wasn’t wise to approach an equine from behind ever. Especially not a mare of her stature and confidence, you were asking to get hurt. She played with her gait, collecting rapidly she set her hocks under herself and instead climbed – barely covering ground her knees were brought up square and high the tempo was consistent. Shooting forward once more she tossed her massive yet elegant carcass in a buck, landing with surprising grace she continued on trotting forward the extension and expression in her stride was inspiring – it was the Spanish blood combined with the warmbloods athletic ability that allowed her to move in such variances with little effort. She was hot and she knew it, tossing her ebonite tiara she paused and stomped a forelimb, the dagger caused dust to rise and silence filled the air till she let out a huge breath in a mocking manner. She wasn’t certain what exactly she was mocking but it didn’t matter, Vaudeville was certain she would find someone. As she looked around she took note of her solitude, the wonderful thing about the plains was the ability to see all around you when you stood on high ground. To make sure she was in complete solitude she placed herself at the top of a mound the locals called a hill, amber eyes scanned the territory and she didn’t spy anyone. The knee high green grass was tempting but she decided that stuffing her face was a waste of her time – the opportunity cost at the moment was much too high. Still new in these parts she could play any hand she wanted, get in tight with some idiot Pacis and use it to please a Proeliator? Challenge accepted.
On a dime her demeanor changed, frame seemed to shrink a couple inches and her tiara dropped significantly. What had once been grand about the creature was suddenly weak, removing the weight from her right front forelimb she would make it the ultimate attention seeker. Taking a few steps she bobbed her head significantly with each time it hit the ground, pleased with her well played limp she reached down and took a bite out of her ankle. Breaking the flesh and tasting blood in her mouth wasn’t difficult in any way shape or form. Dropping the hair and skin on the ground she dug it in a small hole and covered it before looking down to eye the damage – it was just enough and fit in wonderfully with all the other scars her ebony hide was covered in. Now she just had to wait, allowing herself to anxious was the perfect ideal this way she appeared scared – she really was talented at pulling this shit off and she knew it. The added confidence pushed things over the top, she knew when to stop herself though. The way she would move with this part would of course depend on who exactly approached her next, if it was a malum she would re-act very differently than originally planned. No matter the case the wench was armed and ready with whatever was thrown at her, she had been through lots and had the scars to prove it but most of all she liked to think that thus far she had come out on top and only bettered herself. She chased away the slight confidence in her eye and settled back into the nervous and scared individual she wanted to portray, deep maroon eyes kept watch – eyeing her surroundings closely.
"vaudeville talks"
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