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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 11:51 pm
This is a private roleplay between Hayden (Kyrieko) and Kerberos (cyhorse)! 
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 8:46 pm
 The day had been mildly dull, with only a couple victims being toyed with that morning. Not even that annoying Lux Flamma had been able to hold her interest as the kalona mare had spied on her rivals little 'herd'. So yes, the day had been fairly dull and she was just about fed up with it. It had led her to take to the skies and fly farther than she typically would, seeking someone new to hunt.
So far, she was coming up short on prey.
Growling as she prowled through the land, Hayden narrowed her gaze as something in the distance caught her sight. Movement. Her ears perked forward and a curious look lightened her features briefly. Perhaps this individual could provide her with some entertainment. A tiny grin began to spread, sharp teeth peeking out. Shaking herself and shifting into silent hunter mode, the kalona took to the shadows and inched closer. And as she got near, her body quivered with excitement. It was a lone mare! Young too, if she had to guess by the stupidity of the creature. Perfect~
Eyes fixed on her target, Hayden allowed her hoof to snap a branch along the path before she easily weaved into the shadows and continued moving forward. She watched with satisfaction as the mare jumped, ears alert and nostrils flared. The scent of fear tainted the air and the kalona mare grinned. Oh this one would be easy to break! Though it would most likely not last as long as she preferred her hunts to take. Sigh!
After about five minutes, seeing the tension begin to ebb away in her prey, Hayden stepped on twig, followed by a wing dragging along a bush making an eerie sound. She could practically hear the mare's heart pounding out of her chest! This was too delightful! And then her prey tripped, falling to the ground. Hayden squeezed through some more bushes, letting her form wiggle it in an intimidating fashion. The mare's mind would be her greatest weapon, however. All those juicy thoughts that would be raising her fear! Not knowing what followed her... !
"Get up, my pretty." She whispered into the breeze, her voice holding the barest hint of her dark magic. Only enough to increase the anxiety and sick feeling fear caused. Just a little longer, she thought. And then she would make her strike.
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