THEY SAY IM BAD -- [r]

[Ciaran]

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[DEAD-NAiL]

He was a wolf with no need for sheeps clothing, prowling throughout the various animal life without a thought to them. Deer snorted, bleating for their lives as they escaped into the brush; the smaller animals had already vanished. The icy back-drop was a fitting mural to mold to, his blue coat-tails merging handsomely into the white and off-white of the snow. The crooked king? The evil king? The devil king? No he was the king of that dark trench of Delacor, the putrid filth that the rest of the land threw out. He ruled them with his head high and black eyes glinting, critical and harsh to varying degrees. There was little that passed him as worth his while, the occasional mare but that was it, he was more of the hermit type anyhow.

The bashful blue was always looking for trouble though, throwing his shallow smile to the crowd in the hopes that perhaps he could hook the fool he knew was there. His play was convincing his musical prowess even stronger, lying his way through what little resistance he met. A smooth criminal as he slipped comfortably across the landscape, that is until he caught site of the dusty gold waif to his left. She was dainty, scrawny, an actress missing her stage, what a disgusting things she was. Cero tilted his head to the side and scoffed briefly, but that was no way to greet a guest and so he plucked his mask from the floor and moved to intercept her. A coy smile curled his lips, whiskers trembling, eyes dark and penetrating as he came at the very least within speaking distance. "WHAT WOULD I CALL A CREATURE LIKE YOU" His voice loud, curious.



`Cicero the bad
`Ooc; lol
`Inspired by It's Time by Imagine Dragons

[Ciaran]

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[/color][/b] The girl had a certain ring to her voice, as if she came from home russia herself. She slipped forward towards him, white eyes scanned his canvas. The stench of dark filled her lungs, mixing in with the crisp winter air of the land.

and you are?
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[DEAD-NAiL]

She was rough around the edges, the diluted nickel of her chestnut burning ugly holes into his eyes as he watched her. Purposely avoiding her face as she turned around to face him, sauntering in a sleazy fashion toward his chest. The russian brought his head back and to the side, though not quite flinching. Clearly personal space meant nothing to the grotesque witch as her white drapes brushed in a taunting manner against his shoulder.

His mind exploded with repulsion.

How could anyone but a mother love this skin-tight anorexia that stood before him? It was a banshee in demon's form for sure.

"I MASTER THE RING YOU PLAY IN M'DEAR"
"I OWN YOUR PITEOUS SOUL"

Did she even have a soul? Surely, for he was the only horse on Delacor to lack ownership of such a thing. The pious creation having fled him long ago when he was a but a boy. Cicero was a god after-all, he had no need for a soul.


`Cicero the train-wreck
`Ooc; what an oomph
`Inspired by nothing

[Ciaran]

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[/color][/b] she paused, a small smile curving onto her lips. my dear boy, why are you quick to judge? not every single living vessel that walks this earth carries a soul.
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[DEAD-NAiL]

Her tongue slithered out to lash him across the face, his ego burned with her disobedience. No horse told him no, no horse defied him he was a diety! He was the dark king and she was a dark woman. She would bow before him if he had to break her spine to make her do it.

"YOU SPEAK LOUD FOR A THING SO SMALL, YOUR INSOLENCE IS BEMUSING"

Pools of black nothing rolled briefly, scanning his surroundings for any interruptions before focusing back onto the girl. The little girl that circled him like a predator stalking its prey, although her intimidation factor could be much improved. Cicero flared his nostrils, legs quivered softly under the effect of the cold.

He preferred cold to hot.

This did not mean he was built for the cold.

The mastodon was a moving island on his own, his presence alone was one of great importance. Who was this petulant cur to treat him like the gravel that he was? That was no ones job.


`Cicero the train-wreck
`Ooc; haha, getting better
`Inspired by nothing

[Ciaran]

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[/color][/b] She paused, eyes ticking side to side before back at him. Pardon my tongue if I came off rude.

She shifted her weight once more, looking out towards the dark nation. why is one such as yourself a lone wolf/
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[DEAD-NAiL]

A lone wolf, yes he had been called such before. She was trying to play games with him, pretend like he did not matter. She was a horrible actor and she had the gall to walk upon his stage.

Cicero snorted and banked slightly to the left, putting a space between them.

To justify her soiled rhymes with an answer, or not. This was the question that posed itself before him as he let his attention wander blankly over the scenery. The flat, icy tundra that stretched endlessly across the earth. It was truly beautiful, untouched by even his cold hand for it was unnecessary for a land already kissed by death. The blue gentleman carried his head proudly in the face of this madonna as he pondered on how to reply to the clown that desired his attentions.

"They must also be born as assuming prats in your case my dear. A lone wolf you call me and yet you have no knowledge of me. Names are common but not a necessity who one claims to be is a lie in itself."

Dark eyes ensconced her figure once more, allowing the gold dust of her bony hide to capture his fascination. He supposed in a sick way she was attractive, if perhaps he was interested in a relationship with necrophilia.


`Cicero the train-wreck
`Ooc; lol
`Inspired by nothing

[Ciaran]

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[/color][/b] she murmured, raising her head up more. She shifted her weight, propping one leg up so the tip of her hoof balanced on the icy ground. and that my boy is a lie, i know you sit atop your throne, alone.[/color]

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