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Date Posted: 19:17:17 05/03/03 Sat
Author: Cattivo Malvagitā
Subject: -hatred is her life-
The abrupt cessation shook the slender structure of the femme fatale, the slight shifting of flints betraying an uncertainty in her step. Undoubtedly beautiful, the dame's ebony eyes were, nevertheless, darkened further by a churlish glint, and her full lips donned a scowl that was by no means gentle, delicate, or ladylike. She held herself in anger, as the quivering of her nares and flutes so imparted; though in truth her proud spirit was near breaking. Disdain for her situation racked her mind and tore at her soul, the indignity of her form slowly becoming more than just a simple bruise upon her pride. As she cast her surly glare down to the vegetation she was cursed to depend upon to sustain her, she gritted her blunted dentals. If only the fangs of a canine had been bestowed to her! Then she would rip out the throat of the one who had brought her to such an abhorrent state.
She invited neither looks nor welcomes; rather the dame tossed her long, raven locks, upsetting her treacherous balance in the process, and exhaled with vexation. Caring not for those others who shared her form and inhabited the land on which she stood, the dame directed her frosty gaze towards the similarly apathetic heavens, while silently bemoaning her woes.
Cattivo Malvagitā
Dame
Six Winters
Friesian
There is not much to tell about her appearance as a horse; she is a black friesian of the fairer sex, her gaze most often sullen or angry. She is also slender, beautiful, and is physically cursed with the irksome plight of perfection. As a human, her true form, she is very much the same. Raven ringlets fall to her shoulders in graceful waves, accenting her high cheek bones and slanted eyes. Above her eyes, which are as black as her hair, are arched expressive eyebrows. As a mortal Aphrodite her vain became great, and her red lips are curved into a smirk of self-satisfaction.
Her character and morals are not nearly as flawless as her corporeal gifts. None can be truly "evil", but she comes quite close to it. Oftentimes, while human, she had been spoken of as a merciless woman of cruel desires and delights, whose deceit was her prevailing trademark. Emotions and regret were foreign to her, but now as a horse she experiences anger and hate; regret has still not coming.
The history of her change from human to horse is brief. At the age of four and twenty, already her reputation had grown to extend to the borders of the kingdom in which she resided and farther. She was told to makes slaves out of free men, women, and children for the barest excuse, and then torture them. She killed random people she saw from her high window, she tricked families to turn against each other in hate; some even claimed she practiced black magic. By this reputation was called a saintly man of mystic ways to see for himself if these rumors were true. What he saw not only disgusted him, but also frightened him. He saw a heartless, beautiful young woman who found no pleasure in her actions, but found no pleasure in leaving them behind. She was enrobed in priceless jewels and splendid garments and ate the food of the gods, and then watched passively as a bony child of five withered and wasted away after a period of days. Days in which she would never once move from her chair, only sit there and watch intently as the child pleaded, gave up, and died.
And other such horrors confronted the man.
At last he confronted her personally, admonishing her for her actions. She reacted with disdain, and ordered him to leave before she sent him to her dungeons. Righteous anger drove the man to use power he had never dreamed of possessing. But instead of killing her right off, he decided to punish her, and so instead changed her. However, instead of giving her fangs or claws that she could use to continue her horrible deeds, he gave her the form of a slave to mankind, a herbivore who bore men to battle and the plow to the fields. He changed her into a horse, and then he ordered her to go out into the wilderness to live.
And that's why she's here.
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Closing the fonts. -- Anonymous, 19:20:47 05/03/03 Sat [1]
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Oooh, like your char. If I had time, I'd reply, but I must be off! -- Lizzy, 20:42:02 05/03/03 Sat [1]
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"Sexy character!", says the bored and dull player. -- True Evil, 22:50:33 05/03/03 Sat [1]
"Welcome to Death Valley. Wherever you came from, I hope this is an improvement. Make yourself comfortable and don't demolish anything. That's my son's job." With a cordial chuckle, he nods another greeting in silence.
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-hatred is her life- -- Cattivo Malvagitā, 01:26:57 05/04/03 Sun [1]
The frost ran from her eyes as she heard the voice. The dame's gaze snapped to the one who had addressed her, shock taunting her as time made a leisurely pause, just enough for the female to behold in a dizzying flash the barbaric creature who had...spoken. On faded wings time flew on, barely leaving the dame standing in its violent wake. Spoken? She questioned her own sanity staring at the male, her eyes no more than pools filled with echoing ripples. Could this...thing...have spoken? Could it be possible that horses, as this thing clearly was, were at least as half as smart as humans? If so, why hadn't she known before?
...because she had never been horse before.
Still she remained silent and motionless; her thoughts a rapid stream coursing through the many tunnels of her mind as she patiently awaited the right one that would fuel her. Her line, bait and all, sunk beneath the surface as she waited for the right idea. Then it snagged, and she pulled it forth, smiling coldly as it came.
The dame mimicked the nod faithfully, her eyes becoming orbs of liquid ebony, their message cryptic and beguiling as she attempted to speak as well. "I thank you, you're home is lovely." Did horses even have names? Unfortunately, her knowledge on the subject was at best described as incomplete. She would have to be as careful conversing as stepping, she realized with a mental frown, and she so disliked others having the upper hand on her.
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Weird personality. -- True Evil, 09:43:50 05/04/03 Sun [1]
The staunch Arabian watched her reaction grow from confusion to a state of bewilderness as he spoke to her. The impeding silence gave True Evil the chance to scruntinize the Friesian, noting her warrior stance. "Thank you. But here, we do not count on our homes being 'lovely' as you say." A wry smile strains at his mouth, giving a noncommital chortle. "I am True Evil."
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big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 09:54:57 05/04/03 Sun [1]
The dark bay stallion makes no move towards the slightly odd mare. Her behaviours were unusual to him, but he noted carefully how True Evil fairly propelled himself forward to greet her. Perhaps he was attracted to the enigmatic aura that surrounded her. He nodded curtly in her direction, once again ill at ease with the lack of importance of this new character that propelled herself into the Royal terrain.
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*As dark as the shadows* -- Perseus, 17:06:09 05/04/03 Sun [1]
*Peering through his dark forelock a few feet away from the newcomer, he picks up odd signals from her. His sixth sense was not yet fine tuned, but he knew there was something different about her. She was dark and mysterious, a resemblance to Aerial, his first and last love. He smiles to himself at his growing maturity, he was growing out of the silly young mares that stuck around as his companion for the night. The sophistication and the mystery was what now attracted him. And this mare was a mystery. He sensed her confusion, and he sensed she was different, as if from another realm. He would have to confer with the wizard.
He steps forward, to make his prescense known,for he was still a demanding figure, but as not to interrupt the King. Still young and strong, still the build of a warrior. He waits patiently, but his eyes and his soul dance with interest at this creature.*
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-hatred is her life- -- Cattivo, 20:13:15 05/04/03 Sun [1]
The dame countered the amusement of the male with a curious twitch of her flutes, her eyes bestowed with a slight smile. However, the laughter vocalized so freely by the male caused her bones to shiver with animosity even as they were swept by the frozen wind of disquiet; minutes later from their initial introductions she was still unused to conversing with the animal. Yet, she must endure.
"And I am Cattivo." A name, she felt, that was hardly rivaled by the absurd name "True Evil". If the male was as foolish as his name suggested, then he would be an easy one to manipulate. For the first time in days cruel laughter played against the stone walls of her mind, echoing against the impenetrable box that contained her untouched heart. For, from what she had seen of this dark, lonesome land already, she knew that it would suit her well. She would be forced to put aside her lust for revenge for a time, but it would be well worth it. And, perhaps this equine cast would be of more use than a predator's would have been. After all, deceit and she had an understanding.
Her musings were not to distract her, though, and seconds later the dame's silent laughter slowed and came to a standstill, perceiving two others nearby. Her exquisite dial turned to view them who had approached, and she was almost delighted by what she observed. The first she responded to with a delicate inclination of the dial, her eyes piercing as they followed the distinct line of the male's powerful physique. Although she read the beginnings of scorn for her in his glance, she readily overlooked that minor drawback. Respect and admiration could be easily won, she knew from experience, if the quarry was worthy of such attention.
The second newcomer to her welcoming no less delighted her. Not because he was strong, young, or a potential victim for her desires, but because her feminine perception was able to read his soul as she had men as human woman. So, it would seem, her gifts were still of use. The dame offered this one a nod of greeting as well, her lingering glance cut short as she restored it to its original locale. Snapping her elegant banner instinctively, her smile extends to include the remainder of her body, muscles easing as she tentatively allows her human consciousness to slip into that of her newly acquired one of a horse. Before it had been a shadow shed over her mind, now she used it to her advantage -- just as she was going to use everything else.
"You have a son, True Evil?"
Yes, everything.
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big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 20:35:46 05/04/03 Sun [1]
Strong physiced brute relaxes ears to half-mast. He yawns visibly, his favorite way to show disinterest. Roman nose is turned slightly away, to spy at Perseus, a new equine form that had graced his eyes, quiet and pondering.
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*As dark as the shadows...* -- Perseus, 19:07:43 05/05/03 Mon [1]
*The wizard's apprentice ponders her facial expressions, her movements, her tone of voice. He scrounges deep into the depths of his mind to find anything the wizard had taught him about mind reading, but he realizes now the benefits of listening to his master. He raises his head to a majestic height, making his stature appear even more important, for he has now given up on finding the information he seeks. He will have to resort to his wits. He takes a step forward to address the mare, but giving a quick sideglance to Big Brother, wondering his intentions, for he had noticed this horse always had intentions. He lowers his head to intorduce himself.*
Pardon my intrusion, but if I may, my name is Perseus. I am quite curious as to where you have come from.
*It is obvious that the stallion was not well spoken and he was trying to make himself appear more intelligent. This is a virtue that he sometimes lacks due to his warrior upbringing.*
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Indeed. -- True Evil, 21:15:29 05/05/03 Mon [1]
The stocky Arabian glanced at the stallions that stood adjacent to him, noting their presence. Indeed, the name was quite petty and idiotic. But alas, this was his adoptive name that was given to him as he rushed to safety. Perhaps at the home he had as a foal before Cascade Mountains, he had a different name. Cattivo's words interrupted his thoughts, his vacant eyes completing his facade washed of emotions. "Always a pleasure to meet new horses, Cattivo." There's something about her she's not saying. True Evil made a sideways look as Perseus squeezed in his inquiry, and the black did not hesitate to remain silence as he progressed to introducing himself. Soon after the apprentice had finished, he addressed Cattivo's question from before. "I do. Blue Fire, whom has returned after several years as a young stallion, and Zamnor, who is still a colt, but is developing quite well. What about you? Any ties to the past that you were blessed with?"
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Mrr. "Silence" is supposed to be "silent". Mmk? Thanks. -- Maggie, the insane player of True Evil, 21:17:54 05/05/03 Mon [1]
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[glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 21:42:14 05/05/03 Mon [1]
The mare's dark and dancing eyes flicker over the group. Each got their own personal response, ranging from disdain to faint interest, the latter directed at the newcomer. All newcomers were greeted in this way though; the touch of youth's innocence that lingered in the barely-out-of-foalhood equine offered a certain eagerness and curiosity at such situations. Although she was quickly learning that it was not always such a good thing. Off-topic.
"Welcome to Death Valley," she languidly offers. The new mare was intelligent, this was certain, and it didn't seem right to make a distinct first impression upon her. Not quite yet.
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-hatred is her life- -- Cattivo, 23:15:44 05/19/03 Mon [1]
[OOC- I'm sooo sorry! If you wonderful people are still here, please forgive me! I've been sick for about three weeks now, exhausted, and busy with schoolwork...I'm back, though, and won't be gone this long again! At least -- not without warning.]
The dame's gaze became curiously locked upon the Arabian animal as her mind processed his tediously cordial words for her; these prolonged introductions held no interest for the aspiring female, although she was prudent in not allowing the disdain to shape either her features or silky return.
"Yes," she murmurs, smiling, "always such a pleasure, True Evil." The momentary silence became the delicate female, her dial tipping slightly as she prepared to continue her speech. Yet, her vocals were stilled once more as the second newcomer slipped less than smoothly into the discourse. The dame claimed a moment for contemplation, her optics turning gradually to the young male. She, of course, could not tell of her true history -- that would spell certain disaster -- and so a bit of improvising was necessary; it took two seconds to come to this realization and three to do the actual improvisation.
"Greetings, Perseus. It is a pleasure to meet you." She allowed herself an affable laugh, her gaze claiming a contradicting glint. "Is it the tradition that every newcomer be so soundly studied? Well, I hope I can live up to the test. My homeland, Perseus, is very far from here. It is one I hope to see again, if the Fates are kind; I was forced to leave under circumstances that I wish not to explain presently." Pain crossed her lovely gaze, her dial dipping as if to hide her grief. Quickly, however, it passed, and once again her dial was raised, bravely smiling as her attention expands to contain both Perseus and True Evil. "I am blessed with no ties; a mixed blessing. My parents died years ago, leaving me with not even one sibling to share the beauty of life with. A spouse I have never had, and children I have none. All that ties me to my past are dear memories, and a land that lies far from my reach."
-And vengeance,- she gave silently in addition, her mental self purring with satisfaction as she watched the form of the imposter who had altered her, twisting and buckling under the weight of her hatred. That took place in one corner of her mind. In another, the demure dame merely blinked, and her seen self blinked as well, the sadness that had appeared to cling to her like a wet cloak sliding aside to be replaced by sincere interest.
"Two sons? My, that must be quite splendid... Are they here?"
Another? Her gaze darted to observe the new one, a female. In her former life as a human, the dame had rarely gotten along well with other females; she had had a territory to protect, and males were so much easier to control. -This is a new life,- she reminded herself. -However temporary it is, a few changes may be in order.- So the raven dame greeted Carcajou as politely as she had the males, forcing herself to even smile a bit as she returned the verbal salutation.
"Thank you."
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[glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 00:28:42 05/20/03 Tue [1]
((It's fine! I really, really understand... I've been going through a very hectic time myself.))
Although not being one to judge by first impressions, she was somehow getting a strange feeling about Cattivo. The mare's somewhat visible interest in the two stallions that had addressed her, when put into comparison with the simple response that she herself had received, gave the newcomer an image of either being manipulative or a flirt. She was open to neither one, although, she considers ruefully, there was someone who would not hesitate to refer to her as the latter, no matter what her protests may be. Therefore it was against her ideals to decide to shun this Cattivo creature, and so she remains in her place, acknowledging the thanks with a graceful dip of her head and a half-hearted but not entirely fake smile.
((Wow. That was pretty darn horrible. I am so sorry, but it's like 12:30 a.m. and I simply cannot think.))
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*As dark as the shadows...* -- Perseus, 14:42:15 05/21/03 Wed [1]
*He lowers his head and smiles in a boyish, almost sheepish manner to her comment on her examination. She was an intriguing soul, there were so many thoughts rolling through her head he knew but his telekinesis was still not strong enough to pick up what each individual thought was.*
It is true that not all newcomers go under such close examination, I just couldn't help it personally, you have quite intriguing eyes. They just leave one wanting to know more.
*He chooses not to comment on the explanation fo her homeland, for he senses the pain it brings her, with or without his telepathy. He shakes the long hair from his eyes and waits to see where this conversation takes them.*
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[glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 23:02:59 05/21/03 Wed [1]
She raises an interested and invisible brow to the comment on the intriguing eyes, but offers no more to the conversation. Clearly she had done her bit for the time being, and now she was off to find grazing in the greenery scattered sparsely around and about the territory. Before leaving, she flicks her tail almost teasingly at Perseus- heck, why not have a little fun? Grudges never did anyone any good at all, and it might give Cattivo a slight impression of what was in store for her. Plus it was spring; spring fever took its merry toll on the little mare. She shakes her head with an inner grin and departs.
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*As dark as the shadows...* -- Perseus, 17:42:02 05/22/03 Thu [1]
*As her tail passes by his face he catches the aroma of a mare, and quickly turns his head towards her departing figure. They had not parted on excellent terms, but it had been so long since he had felt the touch of the opposite sex. These lands had not provided a plethora of young mares for him, as was almost custom in his homeland. He smiles cockily at her, letting her know that this conversation would continue soon.*
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-hatred is her life- -- Cattivo, 23:41:03 05/27/03 Tue [1]
The dame allowed for only a small smile, suitably flattered, to touch her vocals. Yet, she observed the parting of the other female with distaste; she had no desire to partake in such frivolous rivalries. Truth be told, she had no desire to even consider any 'stallion' as a possible...mate. A light shudder nearly took her frame as the thought passed her by. Thankfully, it passed quickly.
"If all there stallions here are as gifted with words as you, Perseus, this land must be teeming with talent." Her dial tilted slightly, inviting as her slender flutes inclined towards him. "Please, tell me about your home. That is, if you're not already engaged."
[*Gulps and hides* I'm not so good at keepin' my word unfortunately...]
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*As dark as the shadows...* -- Perseus, 21:57:54 05/28/03 Wed [1]
*His lips curl into a smug smile, his confidence with mares was now returning to him.* I would hardly say I am talented with words, I believe my talents lie elsewhere. I am afraid I can't tell you very much about these lands.
*His eyes wander across the barren landscapde surrounding them.*
I have not resided here long, myself and Euripedes come from lands farther from here.
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