Singing in the Slaughterhouse [Musical]

[fennecfyre]

It was often said that monsters only came out at night. Every little foal knew that, while nighttime belonged to the bogeyman, the world was a safe and happy place when the sun was out. Monsters kept to the bogs and dark forests, never venturing out into the sunlit meadows or lurking by murmuring streams. 

Odd, then, that one should be striding through the field of flowers today, irreverently trampling the few unlucky purple blooms in his path. Though the scent of lavender was pleasant to him, he wasn't here to smell the flowers. His one good eye scrutinized the meadow as he walked, as it had for every place he had traveled through. Once he had decided to try his luck at establishing a herd of his own, he had traveled almost constantly, scoping out the land for the best place to claim once he had enough souls under his command. Though this meadow was lush and beautiful, it was open to the elements and difficult to defend--enemies could come in from any direction. And quite frankly, a meadow full of flowers wasn't a very becoming place to found a herd like the one he had in mind.

Oh well. While he was here, he might as well do something to quiet the rumble in his stomach. He slowed to more a relaxed amble, flicking his tail at a bee fleeing his bone-white bulk, then dropped his head and snuffled among the blooms for more edible plants. It was difficult to see above the lavender when his head was down, and the floral fragrance made it near-impossible to scent anything approaching, but he was reasonably confident in his ability to defend himself. Finding a decently-sized patch of grass, he set to grazing, intending to fill his stomach quickly so he could be on his way.

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tagged: fennecfyre music: what i want by daughtry ft. slash words: sorry she's in that sorta mood xD

Two years for boredom swarmed about her pretty little head, pestering her like bees and wasps and other annoying bugs that deserved a good swatting. Valkyrie sighed, rolling chocolate eyes and swiped at her head with a foreleg. But the boredom was right; it had been a wasteful two years. She had grown older (some might say less able), although she was still a lethal weapon, she was a little slower, and little slower to recover. Iron lungs were cracking, and her face was laced with a few creases intersecting the scar beneath her eye. However, lean muscles still twined themselves around strong bones, ad her signature apathetic hate still burned deep in her orbs. But for once, reality broke through her psychopathic mind to remind her that she was hungry, and needed to eat, which is something she needed to do more often. Leaving the foliage, Valkyrie immediately noticed the tall grey man to her left. But he had his head down, apparently grazing, so she ignored him. Val didn't waste her time with common folk, and this man was no different. So she put her head down to do savage the swathes of summer grass at her feet, ears flicking about lazily to listen for approaching footsteps. made by abby of i'm so curious

[fennecfyre]

Presently, Slip became aware of another traveling the meadow this day. Chewing a mouthful of clover, he lifted his head to study the other horse, who was some distance off and either oblivious to his presence or simply ignoring him. They were grey like him, but of a much different shade. His coat was pale as morning mist, whereas this horse was more like dark smoke, mottled with both light and dark. He was intrigued, though perhaps not necessarily in a friendly sort of way. He was still on the hunt for followers, after all.

He swallowed the plants in his mouth and went to approach the other horse, arranging his face into a more pleasant expression. Acting the gentleman had seemed to work reasonably well on Cheribee. If all horses here were as vapid as her, then bringing them into the fold would be easier than he thought. As he drew closer, near enough to scent the stranger among the heady flowers, he realized it was another mare. Thinking quick, he dipped his head and plucked up a few wildflowers from the ground, holding them in his teeth as he approached. He nickered gently to draw her attention, finally laying the flowers down before her when he had joined her. "Good afternoon, miss," he said with (what he hoped was) a warm smile. "I wasn't expecting to meet another horse here, but it's always a pleasure to see new faces." 


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tagged: fennecfyre music: Stole the show by kygo words: sorry for the late reply! <3

She felt his eyes graze her coat, not quite able to discern its temperature because as soon as it brushed her skin, it was gone. Valkyrie swished her tail, knowing that now he had acknowledged her, he would approach. She snorted, annoyed, but too lazy to do anything about it. And he did approach, a swift tear suggesting he was grabbing plants as he walked. But not sound of chewing followed, and before she knew, wildflowers were raining, floating down next to where she was grazing.  "Good afternoon, miss," He spoke, as she lifted her gaze to his. A disgustingly warm smile smeared his mouth. The ashen fae sighed, another idiot to try and recruit her no doubt.  "I wasn't expecting to meet another horse here, but it's always a pleasure to see new faces." "Is it?" She jeered, "A pleasure you say? Because I really couldn't care less about meeting a stranger so I'd appreciate it if you'd just run along now sweetie, and leave me to eat, as I haven't done so in a while. I don't need your ignorant ass fawning over me." He clearly didn't see how dangerous she was, and how close her thread was to fraying and dropping her into that familiar, welcoming sea of anger that she so deliciously hung over. Her head dropped back to the ground, and she continued ripping up the tender, sugar filled stems, waiting for this man to move away, because she sure as hell wasn't moving. made by abby of i'm so curious

[fennecfyre]

If the grey mare's acidic demeanor affected him, he did a rather good job of hiding it. Truth be told, it was a somewhat startling difference to dear little Cheribee, as soft-spoken as she had been, but at the same time...refreshing. He knew in the back of his mind that taunting a serpent was likely to result in getting bitten, but what harm was there in a little fun? He was intrigued by this prickly, mature woman, and he wanted to see how far he could push her. "Goodness, why so cold?" he asked, adopting a hurt expression. "I only came over to say hello. It's a lovely day--no need to spoil it with unpleasantries. What's wrong with a little friendly conversation?" 

Though he presented a genial front, his twisted little mind was working double-time as he sought to formulate a plan. Something told him that spinning stories of lofty goals and noble quests, as he had done for Cheribee, wasn't going to work here. If he was to sway this mare to his side, he needed to find out what it was she wanted in life, and offer it to her. There was no such thing as a truly content horse, he knew. Everyone wanted something. Everyone had a weakness.

He just had to find hers.

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tagged: fennecfyre music: ridin' solo by jason derulo words: omg i get such muse with this guy!!

He was the slow knife, the fire stealing her oxygen, the steady hand holding the gun pressed against her forehead. He was gently calculating his next move behind that pretty facade, and whilst his act may have fooled others, Valkyrie could see it easily. Too many times had she done the same thing, seen others manipulate the same way. It was the simplest technique in her opinion, and she wanted to screw up her mouth in scorn, but something stopped her. He was pretty.  She lifted her head, brown eyes adulterating his fine frame as she chewed a mouthful of grass. She wanted to do something that would throw him off, make him lose focus and fluster. She wanted to see him uncomfortable, to see him squirm. So she swallowed, running her tongue around the edge of her teeth, feeling the little chips from years of fighting. A slow, sensual blink to trap him and then she was floating forward with her lips tracing the line of muscle which followed the curve of his neck.  She glanced back, wanting to see his reaction. So wrapped up in her own devious plans she'd forgotten to reply to his eerily nice words.  What's wrong with a little friendly conversation?" She laughed, a short, coarse noise that scraped from her throat. "Everything, sweetie. But most of all it's boring. Why talk when you could just get physical?" She purred, flicking her tail toward his nose. Oh, this could be fun. made by abby of i'm so curious

[fennecfyre]

She took a moment to respond, and he saw the minuscule ways her expression changed as thoughts flashed through her mind. It was an odd sensation to look into this mare's eyes--deja vu, almost. It was like he had found his female counterpart, someone with the same clever mind and utter lack of morals he possessed. It was...intriguing. Only time would tell if this silver woman would prove ally or enemy.

When she spoke again, her tone had changed greatly--sultry instead of scornful. He held his ground as she moved towards him, dark eyes hooded demurely, and brushed against the corded muscles of his neck. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, as did the very particular scent he could discern now that she was close, but he wasn't about to lower his guard for a pretty face. The sudden change in her demeanor was an immediate red flag to him that she was plotting something in that pretty little head of hers. A viper indeed.

Being alert didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her company, though. He chuckled, curving his neck to subtly tense his muscles so that they stood out better under his bone-white pelt. "Goodness," he murmured, letting his own muzzle brush against her withers, warm breath flicking across her skin. Her tail snapped around to playfully sting his nostrils, and he stomped a hind hoof, an avaricious gleam coming into his eyes. "It almost sounds like you're propositioning me, my dear."


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