Mirror Mirror On the Wall [Open]

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Glass slippers were placed in precise steps, lean legs were moving with an indescribable rhythm that never seemed to flaw. The movements were calculated and elegance was the epitome of her actions, and she seemed to dance across the shoreline. Crashing waves are a melody along this territory, it was forever playing and never-ending. Muscles flexed over the bodice, hips rotated and supple framework would lure any creature of the opposing gender. Doll like etched details were created such as the chiseled dished skull, and swan like neck that craned to provoke the exotic beauty that rippled through her bloodline. Large nostrils were captivated by the salty breeze, and the seaside aromas that one could not find in any other place. Deep cappuccino eyes gazed across the frontier before her, and long, seducing eyelashes batted over each eye. The summer sun could not radiate the champagne coloring more so than it already did, the light reflecting off the white sands seem to only do more justice. The raven mane and tail were like silk, flowing with ease in the wind currents. Tail was slightly lifted to prove more of the pure Egyptian bloodline that coursed through each vein, the creature was truly crafted from the sands.

This mind was truly crafted to the supreme opposite of the figurine like structure, it was quite cynical and held its truly darkened depths. It was twisted and sadistic and enjoyed torturing the minds of others, and bending their intelligence to brink of mental suicide and sanity may be hard to find once again. Now she was a lady of class and did enjoy a intellectual conversation from time to time, though it was quite hard to come by these days. Evania took note to the rocks and how each looked similar to that of a bone, quite interesting and it intrigued the devious vixen. Though the curved ears alerted for the sounds of the waves were not all she was expecting to hear, Evania was in search of others though if none came along solitude was always welcoming to the lady. A toss of the dished skull brought the lady to halt, and near one of the large bones. Slender hooves slowly and with skilled balance allowed the Arabian to rise upon the bone and stand with a certain sculpted beauty. Evania allowed the balance of weight to be placed on each hoof to ensure that she would not slip or falter. It had been quite some time since the siren had crossed another equine, and therefore she was quite deprived of feeding on the minds of others.

Tail flicked and then whipped upon the unique hips, for a paler, elongated swirl ran from each hind hoof and up along the enticing hips and hindquarters. Oh what would cross her path today, hopefully that of her own species an encounter would just perfect the day. The extreme sunlight that beat down upon her coat was all to familiar not quite to the sweltering heat of the desert yet it was all still divine. Evania held quite the standards for a stallion who dare test her corrupted soul, you see she would not be easily captured by any creature. The stallion would of course have to meet her intellectually, and also hold a darkened soul that was close if not the devil. The stallion did not have be strikingly handsome but he would prove to defend and protect her under any circumstances. Though the utmost important quality would be that the stallion see's her as his equal or even in his own secrecy a superior. For the figurine stature and seductress framework it certainly fooled the foolish creatures that dared to think she was like any other mare. One should never judge a book by it's cover, for one could be terribly mistaken.

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Blanche Klaus

Painted black beauty ripped through the snow white nation, smoky stone of hooves grinding into the salty terrain and throwing it into a sashay of fluid, joined movement. Steady canter through the storm of sand kicking up around the colossal framework much like a fire being birthed without heat. Perfect beads of sweat bubbled to the surface on the solid breast muscles and streaked down sweetly on the hotter of days. The sounds of the calling ocean remained unheeded by the ghost of a stallion - not yet. The painted Shire threw himself into a mesh of movement, sharply and passionately working his way against the inferior land beneath his smoky hooves. Bursts of energy could almost be felt around the untame-able stallion as he caressed the higher coastline. His ears held prominently forward with perfect poise, head crouched over like any of the breed of burden. The scent of the salty sea tainted and stained his large nostrils, returning to singe in the back of his nostrils even as he sharply exhaled stale air. The taste of primal freedom rushed even through shut lips, driving his pace faster and harder until his canter had exploding prematurely into a gallop.

The throw of the sand beneath and before him became stronger, leaving large hoof prints in his zipping wake. The bend of cliffs and crags that he rode against tightened on his right, impairing his vision forward and leaving none but a narrow, single path to exit through beside the water. The world seemed to fail to keep up with the dark stallion Shire as he scraped ever so slightly against the sharp rock against the narrow path. Not even the largest of stone walls could keep him detained - let alone anything else of mortal breath. Immediately since his "birth" had it been made known that Blanche Klaus would not be captured or kept. His last breath was well understood in how it would be used - a yell of the most vulgar, offensive language to be heard. No, any force that would come to take his life would not have him succumb. Nature itself, would have to brave wills against him.

His large, dark eyes focused on a lonely sight standing prominently against the typical scenery of the coastline a second before the yards shattered to feet. His strong throws of gait had impaired him the function to notice before he had already gotten so close. With a side throw he halted, thick neck raising instinctively a few reps before settling up high with his self-proclaimed authority. His eyes settled down on the slightly smaller meal of a female, scanning across her with a look that did not reveal entrancement nor dislike. An edging towards annoyance, perhaps. His typical feminine tones struck out strong and flamboyant now, stressing easily with their flexible abilities into that of a darker, less gentle "gentleman"; "You are in my way, woman. Go take a swim and make yourself scarce so that I may pass accordingly." Came the rather typical "greeting".

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Evania had continue to stand upon the large bone like rock, not moving ever watching the scenery and listening closely to the things that motioned around her. Large nostrils had inhaled deeply the sea breeze one to many times and it was wearing on the lady, soon if no scent she would move onward across this territory. Now with this last inhale the cologne of a stallion mingled with the salt, it was heavy and thick as it began to smog the seaside shoreline. Evania was almost to pleased with this newcomer, indeed it would make for a fantastic day especially if the stallion was like the numerous others which she believed to be truth. Now the eardrums were alerted by the tossing sands, the heavy beats that fell upon the Earth certainly stud and a quite large one at that. Size never intimidated the mare for size did not make anyone unless of course they had mastered their size and it's capabilities. The crafted creature continued to listen to the blundering movement that approached. Indeed this stallion would be quite an interesting equine to converse with, and possibly dwell into his mind for a little while and feed for as long as the being would allow her. The stallion had halted his skull was raised to a height of authority, and certainly her dished skull would not lower to any being where his scent did not cover the territory. Words were spoken ever so quickly by the stud and certainly Evania was not surprised, men were always quick to speak and never seemed to think things thoroughly.

The words were crude, and quite demanding and the lady was not one to listen very well. Slowly and with precise accuracy the siren lowered her bodice from the bone like rock, and turned quite closely to the massive bodice. Hips rotating with ease, and the elegance and grace of the movements were divine. Now that she faced the stallion once more a slight smirk spread across the velvet lips before her words were emitted. "Sir I am sure that nothing stands in your way, though a swim I shall not take or become scarce at your demand." The voice was all too naturally smooth, exotic slightly in her accent and quite seducing and captivating indeed. Though Evania never altered her voice it was naturally intoxicating, and she needed to prove nothing to a stallion. This one would not be any exception, now the reaction to her words would determine as to how the vixen would go about ceasing this stud. Evania would not deny that the massive creature was a handsome sight, but standards held more in the cards that just what was crafted on the outside. I mean she was the prime example not to believe what the outside shown to the world. Now the smirk had faded and a devious grin came through instead upon the velveteen lips, and certainly she would be patient for the stallion's response. Evania expected the retort to be something crude once again, and maybe even pathetically sexual or demeaning. She had become so use to the way stallion's spoke that she could almost predict their very words.

The lady did not expect an attack, and even if he did her agility would pay off, for the size of this big boy would limit him to an extent. Though mind you Evania was not one to doubt her opponent but males typically acted and played the game the same, it would be actually intriguing to find a stud who played a bit differently. The buckskin had almost lost all hope though for a stallion to be unique or unlike the rest, it truly was a stretch during these times. Deep mocha eyes scanned the creature, taking in every detail of ivory and ebony upon him. The eyes of the male did not move only gazed upon her, which this did not make her uncomfortable if anything she quite enjoyed he was looking at her face. Tail flicked lightly over the grand supple hips, and raven forelock covered one eye slightly while elongated eyelashes slowly closed and opened while no movement of her bodice was made. Evania tilted the skull slightly and then waited for the next words or actions of this stallion to follow suit. For it was his turn, and the way he played his cards would determine how she returned. It was always so thrilling to see how each being fell into her trap. The game had begun.

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The snide Shire managed a sharp snort of spite. If he had any indication that he could easily do away with the harlot before him, he certainly would have tried. But the struggle she were likely to put up as they always had would take far too much time and waste energy - such a hypocritical set of reasons. Her decadent movements sent her trim hips sashaying with each step of her legs as she made her own forcing closer although not dangerously close. Wise one.
But yet not so as she began a reply - something that he had found to be typical. Women were less likely to simply heed a word than they were to open their mouths and begin that depressing action they called "talking". Blanche remained poised even with the mental singing dealt to his ears, dark eyes narrowing threateningly and without hint to patience. Her words like her movements were painfully slow, both their entrancing and intoxicating motions so far going unnoticed by the feminine gentleman. No, he were far too transfixed on having things his way. The painted Shire rose up to his greater height, head raising up as his eyes forced down to keep sight of the female. "Your surety fails you." His sharply-composed and unpredictable disposition shifted as he threateningly threw himself forward with a snap of his teeth. "If I had made it my goal to cross the top of your previous "perch", I should be damn well admitted. And so I assure you - you were and are in my way. Even moreso than before." Came the flamboyant, slightly-irrational words. A miniscule pause formed between his replies, eyes darkening with an ominous tint as shuffled his legs subtly with a burst of destructive energy by means of fidgeting. "Though today I was feeling well. A demand would not normally be the first thing I would issue. You mustn't make me result to violence." His voice darkened, the tone of a gentleman slightly fading into the less-stressed tone of an entrancing female tinged with a sharp tongue.

Blanche had no issue dealing with the opposite sex - although it would depend on what one would call "a problem". He commonly did not fall for their first looks or appeal. Perhaps as time dwelled further on, but he was not one to flock immediately to a common woman the minute she beckoned with a voice to the wind. "All women should be mute," Came the harsh, pessimistic thought that always seemed to arise through a daily basis. But yet on the outside, Blanche Klaus remained darkly unbiased as many thoughts drummed inside the safety of his skull. He merely watched her for a second before lifting the ton of weight from his gaze, settling upon her with the flamboyancy of a prince. "It would be a shame if such a pretty thing like you happened to have something.. Simply "dreadful" happen to it. Oh, how the world would grieve."

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The vixen was much like a Widow patiently waiting in the weaved web for the insect to tug upon the trigger line, no matter how long it may take. This stallion would determine his own fate, depending upon his actions and of course the speech that would spill from those crude lips. The stallion had seem to let the words sink in, and the decision of what to do was being calculated with thought for once in a stallion's lifetime. It was slightly interesting to see a male wait some time before allowing stupidity to flow from his throat, though it did not impress the mare in the least. Words soon broke the silence other than the common seashore melodies, of course without much thought more snide and rude comments fell from the beast. Oh, she was still in his way awe poor creature could not simply leap over a large rock to pass, the large brute expected the easy way out of here he certainly had crossed the wrong path. Evania was not doing this to be irritating or immature, no it was to prove to a stallion that a mare can be just as witty and in general on the same level or higher than a male. The doll slowly slide nearer to the grand creature and with his last comment, she certainly had to reply.

"Oh sir do I urge you to be aggressive with me, do contain yourself." The words were venomous, and yet slightly tempting. The demmoness had a way with her words, and how to bend and twist the tones to tempt and bite each of her selective victims. Evania had to hold back laughter with the last statement that the stallion had said, it was a compliment and yet also a very demeaning one as well. Oh stallions they were so comical with their ego driven ways, and actions and words that made no sense and truly did not scare her in any manner. It actually had become less hilarious and more pathetic but she was never one to point out a beings flaws. "Darling I suppose the loss of my beauty among the land would be quite dreadful, but the loss of my mind upon this world would actually bring a celebration to all of my opposing gender." A cynical grin swept across those tantalizing lips, and Evania allowed those expressive mocha eyes to fall over the massive framework once more, and long eyelashes batted over each eye. Evania was still twisting and turning each action before she did it, due to the fact that this stallion would meet his downfall on this great day.

The vixen always found it enticing to know the name of her prey so that she may relay their downfall to any who wished to question if she had crossed their paths, and indeed she would with a grand smile upon her facade. Evania was not harmed by any fowl words, or comments made to harm her she knew exactly who she was and how valuable the equine was. It is being self assured, not arrogant or conceited. The sunlight began to sway on the horizon, noon had passed and the evening hour would be reaching them in short time. "Sir do you wish to present your name or we could continue without civility. " The venom dripped from each word, yet Evania only allowed her exotic bodice to slide closer and then halt once again, placing the sunlight more upon the buckskin painting. It seemed this stallion was able to keep up thus far with the vile words she spat at his face, but it would be the long run that would prove to the mare if he was even worth not 'killing' mentally.

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Blanche Klaus

Immediately he could tell what sort of woman this was. The way she held herself and easily acted about him as though he had not deserved of her fear. And endangered species - rarely encountered. Perhaps their rarity resulted in their stupidity which then led to their untimely deaths. The idea sharply amused him, sending a larger crease of a frown across his face in result of his inability to actually show a primal pleasure. As she neared him however, Blanche Klaus rose his head and stared down at her with a daunting gaze, observing her every move as though she were a citizen approaching a prince. His dark-hued eyes narrowed slightly with the bait set before him in her tempting words, ringing and lingering in his ears for a small moment to process them properly. Blanche merely stared, watching and waiting for some sort of highly-undesirable remark. There came none, at last leaving him a window to speak without having been bothered by her overly-chatty self. A fault that needed straitening. Hypocrite.
"You women are all alike. Unsureness clutches you ever so closely. You would be best not to suggest such a thing of me, only to have yourself ever so dreadfully wishing you had not." He tauntingly warned in that dulcet feminine voice of his.
Blanche Klaus had to resist some sort of snort that almost rose out of his large nostrils. A sort of laughter, perhaps? "I can see that." He bluntly put out. Clearly the girl's mind was not "All there", and the world could certainly do without her - as well as her body itself. His prior suggestion was merely a false flattery - truly he had mirrored the beauty of many mares he had ever come across. His own ego was far different than the "natural male's".
Her enticing sliding closer to him did not manage to sway him into any sort of thought that she were not anymore a "threat" to him. His slender muscles tensed up as she neared him, speaking to him once more with that sort of venom she had previously shown in her voice. Blanche snapped his jaws threateningly to vent of his agitation of her confidence near him almost as though she "owned him".
"Unlike yourself, I do not find any closure in knowing another's name. What use is it to catch their tags when they will die another day? Passing ships are better left unknown." Came his pessimistic and snide remark. If she had wanted his name, she would certainly have to work for it.

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The vixen had to admit she was quite amused with his snide remarks, and yet with mixed feelings for they did grow to be a bit annoying as well. Evania could feel the dark eyes following her movements, enchanted by her actions for no male could deny a divine female without favoring the male gender. Though she knew exactly when she had entrapped a stallion and when one fought so desperately to not allow himself to be contained. This stallion seemed neither, he was not tugging on her threads and nor was he fighting to escape her, it was almost as if he stood a border line. Somewhat finding himself captivated by her speech and locomotion, and on the other hand he seemed completely uninterested. His words erupted a cynical laughter to slip from her voice box, she could not help it his words were ever so false when directed to her. "Oh Sir, your assumption of women is quite right but certainly I do not apply; you are no fool." Smirking deviously as the mare shifted her stance, and raised the swan like neck to lift the dished skull toward the grand head of the stud. "Darling I never ask for anything I don't wish for." Snickering once more, Evania danced forth allowing her back to be facing him.

The next word was in agreement with her, yet it did seem to be a bit sarcastic. Though it was no surprise, this stallion was typical in some of his replies and unique in others. Ears alerted quickly to the quick snapping of jaws, and then luscious hips were sent backwards toward the mouth of this creature. Tossing the delicate skull over her shoulder to bat long eyelashes at him and grin once again. "I do not fear your threats in fact they intrigue me." Evania was not lying, she was one to favor the rough and violent aspect of passionate loving. Funny thing was the vixen had never actually felt the covering of a stallion. Only her perfume lay over her entire exotic bodice, none of any stallions for none had proved worthy enough to mount. The vamp lightly slipped away though from his grasp, and turned to face him allowing his pathway to be opened. Now would the stallion leave quickly? Or stay for awhile longer? It was a coin toss really, a fifty fifty if he were to stay put of go forth. Final words left the being's mouth, and the Siren was quite pleased with the response.

"Sir you are quite right, though what if I am no passing ship what if my presence comes around again and again? Though I take pleasure in names, they are like gems one collects." Each seducing tone was lathered in poison as it dripped from each syllable. Tail smacked against her hindquarters much like a bull whip, and nostrils flared greatly as she awaited once more for the stallion to simply leave without response or stay and actually converse more so with the Arabian. The meeting she was pleased with, it had gone well and it seemed that the stallion truly did not wish to leave as quickly as he had boasted earlier. Silly males they could not just simply leave her, though Evania was not big headed about this and she did not doubt that one day she would cross a being that would do away with her presence. Yet she could truly care less if they wished nothing of her, then the feeling would be mutual. Evening had come upon the two, casting their shadows along the whites sands. Night would present itself and it could turn this meeting into one of more excitement, possibly one to boil blood and race one's pulse.

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