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Date Posted: 19:43:39 08/29/05 Mon
Nosferatu continued to glare at the filly, his irritation growing with each passing minute. His brow was furrowed into a glare, and ashen labrums were curled backward in a snarl, serrated and blood-stained enamels exposed to the young lamia before him. Tapered thorns lay buried alive beneath the thick webs of ebony tapestry that made up his long fore-tassel, and charred whip lashed violently against muscle-laden haunches - an act that was not unlike a vexed feline's. His eyes - which resembled pools of blood streaked with the flames of Hell - were narrowed to tight slits within abyssmal chambers, from which you could easily view the animosity that bubbled outward like a hot torrent of molten lava spewing from an errupting volcano. Damn... was she ever annoying! Now she spoke to him as if she knew all - as if she was so much better, and smarter, and stronger than him; as if her so-called "honorable" family put his own nearly immaculate breeding to shame! Pssh... honorable - yeah, right! He doubted that she would think her sire was so honorable if she knew his upbringing - the mistakes he had made, or who he was related to, no less. And Akasha... well, Nos couldn't really say much about Akasha - he had always liked the Friesian vampiress, for it was so clear that she was worthy of the "honor" she received from other hell-spawns. Sinbad, though? Nay, he was different. The way Nosferatu saw it - and the way Flames o' Hell had always seen it - was that Sinbad was nothing; he received honors that he had not earned on his own simply because of his bride - the marriage to Akasha had proven to be a big bonus for him, no doubt. Really, he was just an overly-arrogant stallion that was the full brother to Death Conqueress, perhaps the most traitorous equine in AOF, and he had definitely made his fair share of mistakes... enough to be looked down on, no doubt, but did anyone ever think of that? Oh, no! They just saw him as Akasha's mate - that he must've been something if Akasha had "fallen in love" with him. Pssh.. yeah, right. If Akasha had one flaw, it was bad judgement in guys, obviously.And now, as Morse stared him down with a look to kill in her eyes, the hair along her spine standing on end like some kind of rabid mutt, Nosferatu snorted sharply, muscles tense beneath the hide of bloodied dirt, fangs bared in a rather gruesome snarl as a growl that was not unlike a demon's own rumbled up from decayed larynx. Lifting a fore-dagger, he lashed out at the forest floor in annoyance, adding yet another gouging scar to Mother Earth's already tattered and torn face, before he spoke, venomous baritones spoken at a deadly growl from between blood-stained ivories. "You know what? I really think you underestimate mortals - sure, a lot of them can be ignorant, simple-minded, pathetic fools; those damned cloud-huggers being an example - but some of us do actually know what we're talking about, you know. Why else would your honorable mother have married a so-called "idiot mortal", formed alliances with them - my parents being examples, and my long-deceased aunt, Born to Kill? My point is, vampires can be just as half-witted and stupid as any regular person can be - the fact that you're immortal or mortal simply has nothing to do with it, no matter what the hell you seem to think." He took a few seconds to pause between speech, before he continued in the same hateful voice tone. "And another thing, about this business of your parents being honorable - Akasha, maybe... actually, I have no doubt, but Sinbad? Ha! Let's just say, I've heard a few things about him, and they weren't good things, mind you. Oh, and another thing, if your precious father is so damn honorable, then how the hell would you know, might I ask? If I recall correctly, the fool wasn't even around when you were still living at Eriador - in fact, he left shortly before your birth. So, despite how great you think you are, Morsemordre, and how much you think you know, the sad truth is... you know nothing. Only what your mother told you about your so-called "father." And of course, she wouldn't exactly make your sire out to be some kind of fool, to say the least..." At that, the hell-spawned stud-colt remained silent, letting his words sink in - if they even did, that is, before he rounded on the vermilion coloured bytch yet again... this time abouthis parents. "Shut up. You havn't the slightest damn clue what the hell you're talking about. You think I don't care about my parents? Guess what? You're dead wrong - I do. And pride? You're kidding, right? The only pride I see in my damned sire's gaze is when he looks at himself, or my mom - no one's ever really given much a care about me. Why do you think I act so arrogant? It's to cover up my own insecurities - the way I actually feel about myself! I know I'm not that great - why do you think I've always pretended that I was a vampire? It was to block out the reality that I'm just another hell-spawned colt that just seems worthy of being considered honorable because of my breeding. Just because I seem to walk around with my nose up my ass, oblivious to everyone but myself, doesn't necessarily mean it's true. It's all an act - after all, if I can't act proud of myself, who else will? My parents? Yeah, right... Like I said, they're constantly comparing me to you - and even before you came along, they never payed me much mind - they were always too wrapped up in each other... Look, truth is, I'm sorry you lost your parents - but really, parents aren't all they're worked up to be; and besides, you shouldn't be too upset, because now you can have mine - you've said yourself that you'd kill to have Revei and Flames as your mom and dad..." When vocalities finally cease, the young demon pivots sharply upon muscle-bound haunches, long and sinewy appendages churning in a rather fluid motion between strapping carcass as he starts off at a trot away from the young lamia yet again. He thought she'd probably follow, but why the hell should she? After all, wasn't she just saying earlier that she'd kill to be away from an "overly-arrogant prat of a colt?" So why didn't she just leave him the hell alone? Cursing inwardly, Nosferatu snorted sharply, the savage skull shaken viciously from side to side as ebony dread-locks are sent flying about rapidly-growing physique. He had basically just spilled his guts out to that little bytch... And for what? For her to laugh at him? To tell him how stupid and wrong he was - to try and lie, yet again, that Reveille and Flames o' Hell actually cared about him and were proud of him? And, of course they were, but did Nos know this? Hell no - you see, poor Nos had always been oblivious to Revei and Flames' actual feelings toward him - maybe it was because he spent so much of his foalhood by himself, playing make-believe killing games as a so-called "vampire" in the thick forests that surrounded his home.
NOSFERATU
HELL-SPAWNED COLT
ARABIAN/FRIESIAN MUTT
STAINED OF BLOOD AND MIDNIGHT
ONE AND A HALF YEARS OLD
UNDETERMINED HEIGHT
REVEILLE X FLAMES O' HELL |
(ooc: Sorry, Sam - both that the post was crappy, and it probably didn't exactly say what you wanted to "hear" either, but mostly, it's kinda true. Not about Revei and Flames not loving Nos, of course - what world does he live in? (lol) - but that Sinbad never was actually around when Morse was born because Jackie wasn't, and I don't think we should just pretend that Morse's father was actually there all that time... it's a little too unrealistic, even for our RPing style. (pretending vampiric equines exist, for one - lol) And yes, Nos - arrogant little son-of-a-you-know-what he may be - really is a bit insecure of himself; he acts really cocky because he wants people to feel the same way about him that he feels about himself... of course, that's not the right way to about it, but still. *shrug*)
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