Fasfer, Renound Leader of Poisoned Peak. (R)

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A new leader is in town. A whole new fighting machine has been created and will stop at nothing to gain power.

Within a ring of bloody fire stood a smoldering black form that danced back and forth. It had no definite shape, no volume, no mass. But it had a voice, a loud and raspy voice that cried and growled in rage and pain. It hissed and spat like the spitting flames that licked at it. The voice was garbled and warped, twisted and sick like that of a dying animal rather than one coming alive. The flames burned brighter and rose higher, engulfing the screaming form as it reached for the tree tops. The flames grew bigger, wider, and burned with such intensity that the surrounding foliage and anything in it caught fire. The wind picked up and blew the flames in a circle, spinning them faster and faster until the black form took shape. With a deadly, bone chilling laugh the the form exploded. The fire vanished leaving a black fog in its wake. The fog swirled along the ground and twisted around the burnt trees like inky fingers of death. Everything began to glow a crimson red, the burning light shining eerily across the strewn objects of the wrecked forest.

It moved..

The once black form now was a shape. It took a step and then another until it emerge from the thick fog, fully exposing itself to the open air. The shape was that of a massive horse,a stallion of 16 hands high, maybe even higher, and he towered over everything. His pelt was the color of onyx, shiny and glossy as if nothing could ruin its shine. He was an ugly beast, yet a beauty. His skin was tight, so tight that it defined every muscle and bone in his body, including his protruding rib cage. His hooves were like lead and nailed to his two front ones, were sharpened lead slabs fitted to his feet. One rear and killer stab would have an opponent torn to shreds. His mane and tail were long and thick. A bind bound the bottom of his tail. His neck and skull were short, but powerful. Under his snarling lips were two 3" inch fangs loaded with a deadly poison. The killer wore chains and a harness about his neck with a curved hook. Attached to the hook was a chain that was deeply imbedded into his back and came out through his under carriage. Another chain went through his front legs and back up to the hook, twisted around it and then up to his mouth where it was attached to a bit. His bridle had blinders on either side with a bloody X through them. No one knows what his eyes look like and no one will. Two chains were coming out of his cornets on his back legs. All in all, he was a deadly beauty.

Now he goes by Fasfer and nothing else. He has a nasty habit of killing ruthlessly and forcing helpless mare. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. In a way, he already has it. Fasfer killed the old leader, Saturn, and has taken his place. Double cross him and your buying a one way ticket to hell.

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(btw, i am Hollywood Undead, owner of Saturn who was the former leader of Poisoned Peak. I can no longer find his picture online so iv chosen to have him killed and a new leader put in his place.)

[Saviour]

[[ Are you starting a herd with this or no? ]]

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(it could be a herd, but I don't like rping with a bunch of players because I get left behind lol)

[Saviour]

( Would it be alright if I joined? )

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(go for it)

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-- Azalea --

A blur of movement crept in and out of view, it's slender shape darting past and weaving between trees. It moved silently, and seemed to cause everything around it to still. A hush, as wide as a canyon and as deep as the abyss surrendered itself to the mare as she threw her slender maw into the air and screamed her heart's burning anger. She thrashed her hooves wildly, as though she was slashing at an unknown demon. The white of her eyes glimmered clearly as she came down, her nostrils flared and her breathing coming in fast grunts. Azalea had come to the forest, and she didn't plan on leaving.

The blur turned and dashed back the way it had come, then halted abruptly. Its red coat gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, but the strands of its mane and tail that danced in the breeze were a dull grey/blond. Azalea snorted loudly in an attempt to clear her nasals. It was as she had expected. Horses, or rather, as horse, had come to the land as she had. It was a stallion, she identified it by its musky scent. She nickered deeply, the sound vibrating through the forest around her. Her golden forelock tumbled down her cheek bone and hung slightly in the air. Azalea hadn't seen another in years, not since she had run from that devastating scene from her past. The memory enraged her, and she thrashed her head and screamed once more. No, she would not move to encounter the beast.

Azalea's small hooves turned as she did, and wasted no time kicking up pine needles and brown leaves as she sped away. Her ears swiveled as the stud's wild calls, they weren't natural. She tucked her rump in surprise and jumped around as though he had been directly behind her. She snorted roughly, almost painfully, and dipped her snout to the ground. Why was she being so foolish? Of course he wasn't behind her, how could he have gotten here so quickly. She smirked and lifted her snout to its full height, now confident in herself and and convincing her mind that everything would be fine. Her tail dashed out to her flank and made a cracking sound as it met her skin, then fell back. The lean muscles along her thin legs and elegant neck were obvious and full, suggesting her health. She wasn't bulky by any means, however, and was actually quite weak. But what Azalea lacked in size she made up for in quick wit and attitude.

[[ It's crappy... Sorry... ]]

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Fasfer stood dead still, not a muscle moving beneath his tight skin. He breathed deeply, but never once did his sides heave with the effortless gesture. His ears stayed poised atop his massive head as he listened in every direction around him. He heard everything. He heard the snap of dying flames and the sad whoosh of wind as is disturbed the ashy trees around him. He smelled the burnt grass and the lives the flames took when he exploded to life. But something else was on the air, something feminine and innocent, something his deepest desires reacted to violently. All around him drifted the scent of a mare that had entered his domain and she was close.

With a sudden jerk to his right, the black demon flung his body around and reared. His spiked fore hooves cut through the air and whistled with force as he pounded the emptiness. Throwing back his skull, he drew in a breath and exhaled a piercing scream that sounded around him with such force that the birds in the trees took flight. he came back down again, shaking the charred earth beneath him and bolted towards the trees. Fasfer knew where his next victim was and it wouldn't take long before he was upon her.

[Saviour]

Azalea's neck pulsed and her head rose rapidly to the air. Her nostrils were wide, revealing the thin pink skin inside. Her ears swiveled behind her. Yes, it was a stallion, and he wasn't anyone she cared to meet. Quickly, the mare swung her rump around and faced the direction of the call. Her head bows slightly, the delicate arch of her Arabian nose filled with her thick forelock. The mare's mane swung down as well, and together the golden strands veiled her face. Should she run, he would follow. As far as she knew, he'd catch her. With her back turned, she'd be vulnerable and easy. A snort vibrated from her snout, and she flicked her tail to the side. She is not vulnerable. Has not, will not, can not. With that, Azalea lifted her snout high into the air and she let out a billowing neigh of her own. Her front lifted just a foot off the ground in a half rear, and she came back down. The cry ended with a violent snort and then a nicker, showing her distress but more of an angered or determined distress. She was not going to go down without a fight, would not, could not. Azalea's hooves met the ground and she backed up a few paces, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. If this was her end, she would go violently and die strong.

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Fasfer slid to a grinding halt deep within the forest, his sharpened hooves dug deep within the moistened soil and sent it flying in all directions. He cried out in annoyance and hissed in spite, the forest was big and the mare was somewhere within it. He would find her if it was the last thing he ever did. A grunt rumbled up his throat as he threw up his head, pulling the reins taut and yanking the rust bit in his mouth back against the corners of his lips. He spat blood and it sizzled once it struck the green earth. Wheeling around with angry growl, he surged forward with such speed that his thick mane and tail whipped behind him to the point it was snapping.

The mare's call rang through his ears like a tolling bell. He jumped forward, rattling his chains as he did so, and bucked up his heels. She was close! He sent forth a challenge cry and sped onward with more intensity than before. Hos body was driven with desire and blood shed, driven by the need to be satisfied and to see the innocence of one be taken by force..

[Saviour]

Her ears flickered about her, and she picked up on his hoof beats. He was closer than she had thought, but she would not run. Her ears slapped back and her nostrils flared again. Azalea turned so her front was facing the sound of the stallions approach. A snort echoed about her, and she flicked her tail to her side then let it fall back into place. "What do you want?" She growled, her voice sweet but not small, and her tone harsh through the soft melody of her words.

[[ Very sorry, please ignore my epic failure here.... I guarantee a better post next time... ]]

[horsegodess]

(may i please join? maybe as a shy mare that he forces and then keeps around?)

[Glass Prison]

(Horsegodess, if i say yes we will have to establish an order here..Mirror, are you up for that?)

Fasfer could see a break in the treeline up ahead of him. Dim sunlight filtered through it and beckoned him, telling him that his prize was just through it, waiting on the other side. He threw his head up and yanked it back down with snarl and kicked himself forward, using his powerful legs to propel him. The break came sooner than expected and he came barreling through as black mass full of snarls and hisses.

A horrifying sight, Fasfer righted himself and whipped around to face the mare. His bloody chains swung around his legs and slapped his belly with every movement. His shielded eyes found the petite mare not far ahead of him and he couldn't help but draw back his lips and give her a fangy grin. He back up a few steps and half reared, swinging his head to the side and snorting viciously. He came down again and started for her as he answered back in a hoarse, but rough voice, "You."

[Saviour]

[[ As long as I'm not left behind... ]]

Azalea's eyes narrowed slightly as she observed the stallion before her. He was slender, with lean muscles that danced beneath his glossy goat. He held a sort of dangerous attractiveness that frustrated Azalea as well as bewildered her. Her eyes glided down his length to rest at the chains and shackles against his blood-colored coat. Azalea was deep in thought and curiosity when his voice broke that trance. Her ears snapped up as did her head. The rapid movement sent her mane into a flurry and her thick, blond forelock crossed the mare's delicate snout and left eye. His words were eerie and mysterious. His voice made a chill stalk up her spine, and imbed itself in her flesh.

Azalea cocked her head, and looked towards the stallion. Her eyes unable to break the barrier he put up over his eyes. This agitated her, because she couldn't tell exactly what he was feeling nor what he was after. However, the mare was anything but ignorant. She knew what he was wanting. Azalea's tail clamped down on her rump, but she made no other motion to show her fear. A snort rasped through the Arabian's nostrils, and she stamped her front hoof. "Sorry hun, I'm not for sale" She growled back at him. She had a voice of magic, but a dark magic. It was rough, edgy, yet strangely beautiful and melodic.

[horsegodess]

Name: Charlotte
Age: 4
Breed: Appaloosa
Personality: In contrast to her unique and outstanding coat, her personality is shy and timid. she spooks at the slightest twig snap. she does not stand up for herself at all. she lets others take advantage of her.
Picture:

(is this okay?)

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(okay horsegodess, you can join but we are going to have an order so no one gets left behind. I will go, then Mirror and then you. No one is allowed to reply unless the person before them has gone! Its actually pretty easy. Understand?)

Fasfer stopped his advance towards the mare and grinned, running his tongue over his fangs. He stood still a moment, admiring the way the mare held herself. She was strong willed, confident, and cunning. He arched his neck and started forward again, but this time he angled his route so he was circling her. Listening rather than watching her, he made his way slowly around her, taking his time by counting his steps as he went..

"Your funny..." he said, his voice gruff and light as if he were attempting to laugh. "But anything on this land needn't be for sale. It already belong to me." as he spoke, he cocked his head so he could watch her, his silken mane falling over his graceful neck and hanging low to his knees. He noticed her clamp her tail down and a rumble meant to be a laugh tumbled from his parted lips. "Silly mare."

[horsegodess]

(yes. of course! i understand!)

[Saviour]

Azalea was, in fact, surprised by the wit of the stallion. He wasn't dull-minded like the stallions she often encountered. This worried her, for she wouldn't be able to out-wit him, nor out run him. The anxiety was erased from her features before it could surface, and she swung herself around to face the stallion once more. A fierce appearance played on her sharp, Arabian features. Her silver tongue remained in tact, she refused to let it turn to lead. "You do not act as such, stallion. If I was truly yours by default, you wouldn't stop to converse as you have." She told him smoothly. It wasn't as great a line as she had hoped, but it would work. Her father was one of the best illusionists as well as a great lier. However, he had failed to pass the full extent of his magic on to his daughter. Her brother, though, was fully equipped. The thought bothered her, but she didn't let it show past the slight tensing of her lean muscles.

"And besides, you do not wish to own me. I am a risk, I do as I want....." Azalea's voice trailed strangely, eerily, yet beautifully. The quote was in fact one of her fathers, but it worked for the situation and she had the right to use it. After all, it was in her blood, she truly did do as she wanted..

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(Okay, well after Mirror posts next, you may post.)

Fasfer turned his head forward as he continued rounding his circle around her, each one growing closer and closer to her. "Your a smart one." he growled, deciding he had come close enough. They were facing each other now, a distance of maybe 3 feet, and Fasfer was nearly shaking. His massive build trembled and vibrated from a multitude of emotions that racked him from the inside out. Anger towards her attitude flared crimson, lust for her body fueled his passion, and her voice and smell added intensity to his deepest desires. He drew back his lips, opening his mouth and shaking his head, giving a nasty hiss. "Your mouth can get you into some serious trouble."

Fasfer's body twitched as he lowered his head, his chains tightening the lower he went, until he reached the ground. Blowing out, making the long grass bend, he threw his head back up and grinned, "You have got it wrong, Azalea. Way wrong." Staring her down past his blinders, he snorted and started to walk around her again, not giving her any room to spin around. "You see.." he started gruffly and wheezed. "...I do what i want! Drawing back as he round her left back side, he threw his head against her flank and nipped her skin, sending a thin trickle of blood down it.

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Azalea stood unflinching, until he lashed out at her. Her eyes widened, and she cried out, swirling her rump away from him. The mare's nostrils flared wide, and she laced her ears back. The hot, crimson liquid burned a trail down her flank, and it stung all the way. Her teeth showed as she snorted, then faded beneath her maw once more. Her heart fluttered wildly, threatening to rip itself from the safety of her rib cage. The mare's slender body heaved with each breath she took, but it was from the adrenaline that pulsed throughout her. She was afraid now, a feeling that sent her on edge and made her angry.

"On any other occasion, I may suggest an agreement" she hasted, her breath hissing behind her voice. However, she forced herself back into composure before continuing. "However, I see we are much different, you and I" She added, her voice calm this time, though her ears remained back and her hooves frequently thumped the ground out of restless nerves. "You underestimate me... Stallion" She warned, gathering all her confidence for just that sentence. It was bluff, yes, and she knew it to be a weak one. He would not likely take to it, but she had to try. What else did she have? All her cards were on the table now, he had turned the pages of her book to the end in just a few seconds. All her tricks, all her wit, blown away in the wind. Her heart sunk, the thought flustering her.

[horsegodess]

Charlotte wandered through the forest. it was dusk. the light fought through the darkness, but the darkness won over, and it became night. the crickets came out and Charolete, as always, was very tense. a bird swooped down, she spooked and bolted, her flanks scraping against the tree branches. little droplets of blood trickled down her patched coat. sometimes charlotte would literally go mad out of being so afraid. Charlotte ran into a tree, banging her head, she was out cold.

She woke up, her head still clouded. she wandered around, not paying attention to her surroundings. although she was looking around her, she did not notice or hear that she wandering near a fight...

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Fasfer attempted to chuckle as hew watched her whip around to face him. He jumped back as she did so, shaking his chains and tossing his head up into the air, snaking his mug high above her head. With a grunt, he watched her body react from his bite. He didn't let any poison slip from his fangs and made sure not to inject her with it. That could be lethal. It got him excited that she felt pain from the bite and his body began to tremble again. He noticed her sides heaving with adrenaline and he smirked, his big moment would soon come.

"An agreement...?" he questioned, stepping towards her and breathing in her scent. She already tasted good from what he could tell and her scent only made it better. She had a bitter sweet smell, like honeysuckle and lemons. He wrinkled up his nostrils and blew out, releasing her scent from his nasal cavities. "The only agreement made here would be something of my liking, something that i choose. A mare does not make the choice, she must bow to her command." his gruff voice seemed to rattle his bones deep inside of him. The sounds of a distant mare caught his attention, but she was still to far for him to care much. Maybe she would stumble through. "I know more about you than you think.." he hissed, drawing his lip up over his fangs.

[Saviour]

Azalea fought through the trembles that periodically thrashed through the muscles of her shoulders and flanks. She pricked her ears at his snort, but snapped them back when he turned towards her. She could feel the danger in the air, something she had only felt a few times before. It gnashed at her sides, making her want to squirm. She glued herself in place and listened as his eerie, intoxicating voice vibrated around her. He stepped forward, forcing her back. She turned her eyes back as the bark of a tree brushed her rear. Azalea flared her nostrils and whirled her head back around, heart throbbing against her chest, she could feel it in her neck and temple.

Her lips parted to respond, but his voice captured her once more. It locked her in place, pinned her with its power. She lifted her small hoof and slapped it hard against the ground again. "Tell me what you know" She dared, her voice a growl. However, it was weak and frail, feminine, and she knew it. He would know, he would hear, he was observant. This intrigued her, and against her will, she longed to know more about this stallion. He had this sense of mystery about him that clenched her throat closed. Azalea's weakness had always been her curiosity, she was always looking for mystery and adventure. Her mind dashed back into reality and her eyes fluttered back to the sash he wore over his eyes, another trembling racking over her spine at the sight of his blood red coat.

[horsegodess]

Charolette kept walking, then she heard the snorting and stomping of powerful horses. she spooked, but did not run this time. she decided to wait. she swished her tail over her rump and shook her head and neck from flies.

(sorry, i just wanted you two to be over with your squabble and there wasnt much to say. im not as advanced of a writer as you guys.)

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(okay, i know this topic is about forcing. Are you both okay with the idea of it? Fasfer is a forcer incapable of love, but maybe after he forces each mare and produces two foals, her develops compassion for both and maybe even love for azalea. Its okay, Goddess, this is the big part of the thread at the moment.)

Fasfer was feeding off her fear that was gradually building up inside of her. It made him smirk. He enjoyed seeing her watch him with worrisome eyes, he loved how her body shook and trembled at his presence, and he loved how she couldn't get enough of him. Soon, she really wouldn't be able to get enough of him. The thought of what he was going to do to her made him shiver visibly and his sheath tingle. He was thankful that his black coat and and the surrounding forest helped to obscure the tip of his manhood that ached to be free.

The new mare was getting closer and this made him happy. The more the merrier, he always said. He caught a glimpse of movement and decided it was the other mare, but why wasn't she running? Maybe his little talk with Azalea was as interesting to her as it was to him. Returning his attention to the mare pinned to the tree behind her, he listened to her dare, victory emitting from his persona as he heard the defeat in her voice. "Your a very curious thing, you enjoy things that are mysterious and dangerous, always looking for something to peak your interest. Your background is of magic, but your sibling is better than you, always will be, but your happy for him. And i know that you can't help but drawn to me.." his voice rumbled and hung in the air around them.

[Saviour]

Azalea listened as though her life depended on it. Actually, that was a terrible choice of words. Her life probably did depend on it. She watched with glazed eyes as he recited her entire being in less than a minute. Her stomach knotted tightly together and she stamped her hoof into the ground uncomfortably. Her mouth relaxed, but she snapped it back. Her mind grasped for any sort of comeback, any words to through him off. She came back empty handed, however, and had to force a calm composition.
Her muscles relaxed, and she let her tail take with the slight breeze that sighed between the trees. It brought the scent and sound of another mare, but she was the least of Azalea's worries. A small snort sounded from the slender Arabian mare, and she canted her head as though trying to get a better image of the stallion. "You're right..." the words seeped past her defenses, and though she hated that they had sounded so fragile and broken, they felt nice. She had experienced beings of his capability before, in fact she was close to one herself. She rarely, however, had one's full attention. Her ears had never heard their smooth lies turned into truth, especially her truth.
She mustered a small bit of strength and carried on. Her head righted itself, and she stood with a bit more confidence than before. "Who are you?" She asked, this time her voice firm.

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