!TaNtAlIzAtIoN! {Anubis}

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Cloven hooves tip toed across fallen ruins of temples lay scattered across this land, and ever so gracefully dancing across the defeated structures. Exotic elegant framework was doll like, making the creature like a porcelain figurine. The sleek, lucid black flesh that stretched over luscious curves and well toned muscles. The silken mane and tail floated along the brisk breeze, the lovely peacock feathers mingling as well. Large nostrils inhaled, pulling oxygen deep within her lungs while aromas entered her nasal cavity. Ears alerted to the sound of crumbling stone, made by her actions as well as some of other lesser beings that roamed these lands. Emerald eyes seemed to glow in some form, as their gaze set across the lands before her. Markings that flowed upward across her hips, eerily matched the color of her eyes. The beautiful swan was quite unique and therefore is what drew men in, it was like a moth drawn to a flame. Pity really that stallions were lured so quickly, yet one could not blame a man when he saw a beautiful creation. The time of day was dusk, while brilliant reds, and oranges mingled with purple hues and magnificent pinks. The skies were quite an array of coloration, the sunset was quite incredible the amount of power that lay within the burning light. There it was darkness, the vixen's most favored time of the day. Nocturnal slightly more in nature than the common equine, the shadows were exceptional and she blended oh so well. A lovely sadistic grin spread across those tempting velveteen lips, as the cologne of a stallion that lay in the distant air. This excited the veil creature as she awaited the view of the stallion upon the wind, this huntress was always so pleased when a hunt presented itself in such a blessing perfection as this. Long eyelashes gently fell over the virdian gems, and then reopened slowly allowing for a quite flirtatious maneuver. Fajera danced onward before stopping upon a quite pointed pillar, and stood as graceful as a ballerina. It was quite incredible the balance that the petite being held, indeed Fajera had developed her abilities nicely. Nightlife seemed to come alive with every passing second, the creature had become alive with the pale moon light. This sadistic mistress allowed her bodice to pose quite nice upon the pointed pillar, the chilling breeze once more passing through the lands. The stallion was making his way closer, and that only lead to salivation from the divine vixen due to the anxiety that came from the post of the hunt. Twisted ram horns caught the pale spotlight as well, ah and how grand they looked much like a tiara on top of her dished skull. The etched structure was ever so tempting, as it's slopping attributes were quite apparent upon viewing this little she-devil. The moonlight almost seemed to illuminate her bewitching eyes and mysterious markings, which would draw in any creature that passed by. For she would seem like a figurine in the distance, until one came closer to realize that it was truth and not illusion. A light giggle escaped her lips, leaving an eerie atmosphere to linger. Word Count: 532.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] It was queer for him to be so far away from home for so long; there was no denying that. The dusted stag had left the comforts of his desert cavern over a full day ago, when the night was clear and the moon soothed his territory’s blazing sands. He’d wandered across the Hills of Nyx, but in distaste of its soothing grasses, had for the most part ambled around the hills instead of through them. There came a point, however, that the lanky warlock’s sanded flints could not avoid the tickling of vegetation, and eventually he yielded to the more lush of Earth’s canvases. Now that Anubis had been walking amongst the grasses for a time, he came to the realization how deprived he had been of moisture. Those cracked, gnarled hooves of his soaked up the dew, and the blades of grasses brushed along their walls to gently soothe the layers of caked-on sand away. Some even stretched far enough to salve the chaffing of his fetlocks, where the eerie jangle of his golden rings ever-sounded. The relief that those droplets of water gave him left his forelimbs practically singing, and the towering, lanky brujo had walked for miles without tire. He had ventured far enough from home, and had no maids of which he need protect yet, that he allowed this rare bout of exploration to draw out. The faint glow of his goldenrod orbs cast to and fro, the matching golden inner dishes of his ears flicking about to catch any sounds. Anubis, by now, had wandered into a region that he knew to be the Ruins simply by process of elimination. Scattered marble pillars lay prostrate on the ground, and rubble piled up like anthills along the horizon. Then, suddenly, he came to a halt, and he snaked out his slender serpentine into an arc. All of his attention fell on a single point, his poise statue-still like that of a pointer dog who’d located his prey. It was uncertain, at this point, who exactly was the predator and who was the prey. Anubis had heard the eerie giggle, and he had caught the scent of a fae, but the peculiarity of the situation made the muscles beneath his dull coat crawl. As a stag more concerned with curing his curiosity than most, he approached the sound without much care as to whether it had been a predator or not. Alas, his suspicions had been correct, and he came to a stop once more not long after the first time. In front of him, on the top of a pillar, stood an elegant sight. An ebony temptress, clad in emerald from occs to the curvature of her hips to the feathers that adorned her tresses. Rams’ horns and cloven hooves as well. By comparison, he felt rather dull in her presence; he bore no magnificent accessories to his being. Magnificence to Anubis, however, was not simply defined as the aesthetics of one’s exterior. He took another confident step forward and raised his slender cranium, the unnatural glow of his eyes catching the moonlight in an off-way. Anubis was never talented in the ways of women, so while he looked over this feminine stranger, he stared with intensity, memorizing every feature that he came across. Most called him out to be a pervert for this mannerism, to which he would vehemently deny. “Hello, Raven.” his rusty, cracked tones came without much warning, and he adorned her with the name he identified pretty much any living body that wore a coat of black. He cocked his skull again and studied her. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] The vixen stood with pristine posture upon the pointed column, as with the slight brisk breeze a musky cologne filled her nasal cavity. Oh this did call for a rejoice indeed, she was ever so pleased with this and truly could not wait for the fool to draw nearer. The stallion kept pausing along the way, as if he could not decide just how close he should draw nearer. A devilish grin spread across velveteen lips, as the stallion finally stood before her. Eardrums seemed to cheer with the vocals of this male, quite pleased to hear him speak. Pet names were always used, it seemed to be the only way a stallion could address a mare by therefore she did it in return to them. "Salutations Stud." The vocals were seducing and ever so pleasing to one's ear. It seemed to bewitch a being, and send a alluring spell that a stallion seemingly could not escape. Emerald eyes shifted to gaze deeply into those golden ones, each were quite rare and seem to be illuminated by the pale moonlight. It was eerie, and yet to them normal indeed. The golden trinkets were quite handsome attributes given to this stallion yet looks did not impress this mare, no it would take far more than such a simple thing to sweep this vixen off her hooves. The question was quite of the norm for stallions, they seem to believe that a mare could not venture out at night without a stallion by her side. Bull. A light tilt of that elegant dished skull, the horns catching the light ever so slightly. With a grace that seem to be all her own, she landed before him. Quickly closing the distance between the two, yes Fajera was one to press the intensity. Some stallions were surprised by such a petite creature being exceptionally bold, smirking lightly she spoke once again. "I have nothing to fear big boy, but I believe that you do." The tones were almost a whisper pulling listeners inward, they were slightly sadistic and made one stop and think if this idea was such a grand one. The captivating framework slithered by the stallion, and stood only a few feet from behind him waiting to see his reaction to this action. A light giggle escaped her jaws once more, which allowed the atmosphere to fill with a cynical tune. This mare was certainly not ordinary and Fajera was quite proud of this factor, for she was never one to be alike the others or do as others do. Fajera was overwhelmingly pleased with this stallions arrival, truly it did not bother the mare with his constant staring. It was all apart of her games and therefore one had to use every attribute to it's true potential. The huntress was quite intrigued and would not allow this stallion to escape so quickly, no he would be toyed with for some time. Fajera was much like a widow, slowly weaving her silken web. Then the unsuspecting insect is lured into it's sticky texture which did not allow any to escape their fates. Then she would devour all that she could, much like a widow would have done to her prey or even a mantis perhaps. Either or this mare was certainly a deadly gypsy and one that should not be taken lightly, if one did well then they would meet their true calling. Foolish creatures they were, impulsive and idiotic. Though Fajera was quite savage she was intelligent and witty, which allowed for the mare to not meet the same downfall as her opposing gender. Word Count: 603.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] The mere posture of the vixen was clear enough that she thought quite highly of herself. Her velvet lips carved with a smirk that told of mischief and other sins, and the vocals of the siren that came singing from her lungs. Oh, she was like many of those Arabian temptresses that danced around on slender limbs and lured in their prey with tantalizing promises of the body. Though a solitary creature, Anubis was not at all ignorant of her type, all too victimized by their taunts in his youth. Her playful greeting was met by observant, listening ears, but he did not blink, for her own, with their emerald glow, had met his, and he defiantly bore his gaze back into hers. Every soul was a curious mystery, no matter what their similarities. It seemed from the expression on her dished façade and her stance that she had already categorized him herself, but to that, the dusty stag paid no mind. He was well aware that he did not fall into any categories these huntresses had. He was not the type of masc that fell prey to their heresies. Dissatisfied with the distance between them, the minx took it upon herself to leap gracefully from her higher ground and approach him with that familiar air of confidence. That smirk played on those lips, and to that, Anubis only gazed placidly back, his gruff response quite a mockery of her seductive whisper. “If you are suggesting that I should fear you, that is absurd.” He was one to speak bluntly and honestly, though at times his off-putting statements seemed a bit too casual. The ebon vix stepped past him, but he did not move his limbs. Rather, his slender crania turned with the arch of his neck to look upon her again, and he continued to study here there without further motion. Was she convinced that she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand in a hurry? To that, Anubis could only let out the slightest of exhales, nearly a sigh of disappointment. He had no interest in playing a game of hormones, no matter how delicious the curvature that was displayed before him. If that were the case, he would already be swimming in a harem too large to manage with colts and fillies alike tripping over his fetlocks. It seemed like too long before the stag came to motion again. He swerved around his haunches to face her, and his skull tilted slightly off-kilter again. “You may call me Anubis, Raven.” he stuck with the arbitrary name of his companions, since she had failed to identify herself as of yet. His rough voice carried on as if she hadn’t slunk past him at all, or that a teasing threat to danger hadn’t been whispered in his sonar. Of course, the vix wasn’t far off in saying that she had nothing to fear; the warlock was not a violent creature, and he hardly displayed himself as such. Remembering the moment of verbal wit, he rose his skull to gaze more effectively down upon her, since she was a great deal shorter, and allowed his baritone chords to fill the silence again. “Now, why is it that I should be afraid?” and as if he already knew the answer, the slightest of crooked grins broke out on his cracked lips. This black-widow would soon learn that he had long previously become immune to her poisons.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Now one could view Fajera quite confident indeed, though this confidence was not masked with arrogance. No you see she never doubted her prey, no in fact she was an optimistic creature and every meeting was an opportunity for the male race to improve it's standards in her book. Though the vixen may doubt this seriously, one could not say she was not optimistic. The blunt words that fell from his lips triggered a sinister giggle to escape those lovely lips, for she was quite amused indeed. Just because her statement held multiple meanings, one had to be careful which one he chose. "Fear me, ah you are quite right it would be just ludicrous." The tones spoke honestly yet a slight sarcasm had woven its way into her comment. Stallions did feel they did not need to fear a mare, and this was what Fajera truly wished for them to see. That a mare could be just as strong, mentally or physically as themselves yet it seemed that getting this picture across to them would be much like speaking to a marble pillar. A slight tilt of the skull was made, as the feeling of those golden eyes fell upon her once more. It was quite different as to how deeply this stallion studied a being, for something told the mare this was a normal display for the stallion. A name? Ah, it was slightly different than your common alias. The harpy allowed herself to make a simple step forth and let jaws open once again to reply to this dusky stallion. "Anubis a pleasure I am certain. I am Fajera." The names that rolled from her tongue were quite exquisite, each syllable slightly enhanced with that honey venom that lathered each word of her speech. It was a natural manner in which she spoke, soothing and ever so spell casting. This stallion was quite confident in himself as well, even if he did not notice this it was truth. He was quite aware of himself and his capabilities that he did not even question the thought that this mare actually may be quite deadly in comparison to many others. Though Fajera would allow him to be a fool if he so pleased to be, it would only amuse the dainty Arabian. Then a final question for the stallion to become silenced once more. He questioned her previous statement this time, as if curious as to what may be feared. "We all fear what goes bump in the night, even if it is within our own very skulls." A flash of insanity seemed to cross the features of this divine gypsy, Fajera's words were cryptic to some form yet the meaning was quite obvious. The predator was speaking of the things we feared most in the dark itself was not what lurked, or was physically there but in fact what went on in one's skull when nothingness was around and those thoughts had time to run wild and unruly. It was quite the fearful thought if one had not yet come to peace with themselves and truly every being feared something, in whatever form it may be. Fajera's deepest secret was a frozen key locked away for eternity, no creature would ever know of it's information. The mare was far to intelligent you see for that, when in a meeting the objective was to always have the upper hand or to keep gaining the upper hand. Fajera gazed upon the tall stallion before her, his bloodline quite different yet handsome for his features. It was a pity such handsome faces went to waste, yet maybe this one would prove to be difference among an ocean of norm. Though maybe he would just fall into the category of all the same. Widow hushed now to see his retort, ah this creature may think his immunity is strong yet it will crack just like many others. Word Count: 655.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] This dusty vagabond was no longer accustomed to dealing with life of any sort other than the crows. Sure, they squabbled amongst themselves and argued with him about almost every decision he made, but their curved beaks could not smirk, and their beady eyes definitely could not maintain the expressions that this witch was tossing at him (though Anubis was certain, at times, that he caught sight of rather murderous glares out of his periphery on occasion). He had the background knowledge to realize the undertones with which she was speaking without using her voice, but the situation was so far out of the norm now that the stag simply shrugged her off. Sure, Anubis was well aware that he was nothing like the others of the masculine gender; he would not chase her and play games of nipping and seduction and simply climb atop any minx that tried to resist him, but there still lingered some peculiar sort of fascination behind his yellow pools as he gazed down on her ebony and electric emerald form. Despite his avid resistance to her siren’s song, she continued playing her game like a professional. With every gruff response he uttered, her musical words sung over him and attempted to lure him. Fajera. He did not repeat it, but even the way it rolled of his tongue mentally felt like an elixir of poison. Oh no, the beige masc felt no fear in her presence, but the longer he stood here towering over this lady serpent, the more he desired to learn about the inner-workings of that soul of hers. The vixen was intelligent, without a doubt, and surely… surely something lied beneath that obsidian flesh other than the want of a stallion’s attention and the desire to play mind games with them. She only heightened his curiosity by answering his question with a riddle, to which the stag’s gnarled lips twisted further into some sort of sadistic grin. “On the contrary, I rather loathe the sunlight. But to each their own.” If she wanted to play a game of words, he was perfectly capable of doing so. He had mastered the art and could manage it without the seductive twists that so many other seemed to think was mandatory for conversation. His limbs, after walking for so long, complained of being held still, and the warlock sidestepped, the golden hoops about his fetlocks jangling in the momentary silence. The pixie’s riddle had been a clear avoidance of his question, which only assured the warlock that she was not the direct answer to the question. These vixens all worked the same way, attempting to confuse the minds of stags with riddles and trickery, and then strike when they are confused and tongue-tied. This sand-dusted creature was far too observant to fall trap to verbal nooses, so he simply drove the conversation past her, taking the wheel for himself. “You still have not answered my question as to what you’re doing out here all alone.” he took an approaching step towards her, pressing her with both body and dry words. She could attempt to steer him in any direction with her siren’s song, guiding him blindly to the rocky shores where he would crash and burn, but Anubis would not allow it. He was stubborn and quick-witted, and for every turn in the road she took off course, he would bull-headedly veer right back to it.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Fajera watched Anubis and noted the movements, as well as his speech. This stallion was actually slightly different than most, he did not seem to lunge with want for her and instead act rather gentleman like. It was also not putrid like a lighter being would display it, it was unique in the manner in which he presented himself. Though it still made no real difference in this mind of this mare, you see all stallions were hopeless, yet this one may prove to just alter her mind slightly. Nostrils flared with the first words he spoke, ah so he did have sarcasm. A malicious giggle escaped her lips, with his last statement. It was quite amusing how he played the words so well. Though what Fajera really found pleasing was his own sadistic smile that seemed to spread, ah yes whether the two liked it or not they were having a heavy impression upon one another. "They do say opposites attract." Now the gypsy did not mean attract in the manner of flirting or it's real meaning. In fact she more meant it on the fact they had attracted to one another in this meeting, though with time other forms may arise. Fajera listened to the last words he spoke, and then the tall creature stepped closer. Fajera pushed this limit and followed suit in his tango, now the distance in which they stood one could feel the transfer of bodily heat. Those emerald eyes met the golden ones and then a different view came into those eyes. It was predatory and overall quite savage, and words flowed right after. "I am prowling the night looking for helpless stallions to tempt and then devour their souls, just an average night alone." The tones that fell from this speech was lethal, and the poison was unlike any other. It meant to kill, and it meant to suffocate the atmosphere. Fajera had allowed for Anubis to be the first stallion to hear of her ways, without being mauled first. Now Fajera truly was no cannibal, but she did prey on her species and therefore did allow the meaning to be fact. The dished skull shook lightly, as feathers danced in return. Yes she was quite fascinated to see what his reaction would be. Certainly it may catch a equine off guard for it would sound like an average answer yet it was completely opposite. The fox believed that Anubis was slightly worthy of hearing her true reason for being alone in the night, though this was not all that ran throughout this mare. No she had far more games she enjoyed playing, such as with mares they were so easily tempered and one could read much like a book. Fajera was unlike any other mentally, and possibly physically as well and therefore it would take a stallion with enough want and drive to unlock all of the chambers of her soul and truly understand her demented mindset. A slight laugh and then she spoke yet again. "Anubis don't tell me I've caught your tongue." These tones were quite natural once again, holding their same illusive charm and slight venom. Fajera stood her ground before him, he towered over her though this made no difference. Though with Anubis this close it did make her salivate slightly, which a bit of poison actually mixed within. Oh how she'd love to seek her teeth into him, yet this was all primitive nature of course and composure was regained. A sly smile was left, and now it was to see what Anubis would reply. Word Count: 599.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] With every new utterance this banshee made, whether it be her lyrics or a sinister giggle or even just the sound of her smirk, the chocolate warlock’s sonar began to flick about with more attention, their golden interiors swerving around like eerie golden orbs in the darkness. One had to be careful when treading straight into the grounds of verbal warfare. One slip of the tongue could result in a lost battle, and if the mind became befuddled, well, it was game over. Fajera seemed quite pleased with his returning banter, her response fluidly shot back at him without a moment’s hesitation. The vixen was charismatic, that much the stag was certain of. She was capable of molding her tongue to the direction of his steering, from cocky to mildly threatening to alluringly venomous with a playful twist. She was a curious, curious thing indeed. When Anubis pressed forward, she followed suit and did the same. To make up for the closing of space, the vagabond had to furl his serpentine neck into more of an arch to better gauge eye contact, his eerie yellow occs still strangely transfixed on her emerald ones, who gazed defiantly right back. To his befuddlement, the harpy responded rather bluntly to his advancement, and it took him a moment to re-gather his thoughts. His sonar flicked and his façade became perturbed briefly as he tried to decide whether or not she had been serious or not. The venom with which she had admitted it seemed convincing enough, and while he was sure she’d gotten the surprised expression she had wanted to get from him, what still lacked completely from the equation was any ounce of fear, even if Anubis now had a real reason to be inclined towards it. “Souls?” his grating voice sounded incredulous, and he paused again to emphasis it. “I fear mine is… quite… unpalatable.” With this confession from her, the beige brujo’s stare only became that much stronger. It was clear from the furrow of his brows and the flare to his nostrils that the gears inside of his skull were grinding. Of course, the stallion was all-too curious to see this soul-devouring in action, but he was not particularly inclined to ask for a demonstration when he was the only other creature about. That was the closest his mind would step in the direction of fear. His slender skull cocked awkwardly to the side and he studied her, from the emerald occs to the peacock feathers that fluttered with the breezes. “How is it that you go about eating souls?” The question flowed from his cracked lips before he truly realized they had departed. The curiosity practically dripped from his tongue, and the stag’s keen intelligence and desire to know could not keep away from this potential discovery. Of course, he understood the danger of his question, but he felt oddly sure that it was a question that would pose no risk to him. She seemed far too intrigued to have him alive to devour his soul (which, the more he thought about it, probably tasted like sand and crow waste. Something to remind her should she start to salivate in his presence.).

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] It seemed that the stallion was quite shocked for a moments time, indeed Anubis was turning out to be a fine creature. One that she had decided not to make her meal tonight, instead offer him insight to the darkened world in which she lived. Nostrils flared wildly, as the beauty shifted her weight ever so slightly. The first word he had spoken allowed for his confusion to leak through, yet with the following statement Fajera had to grin for amusement was found. Those sin filled tones flowed freely, "Oh no Anubis, I'm certain your soul is quite delectable." The vixens voice was quite eerie, when she spoke of this. It was truth when bringing down a stallion with actual slight common sense it was incredible and now that Fajera slightly began to favor this stud, his must be quite delicious. A slight smirk spread as those viridian eyes gazed into his own golden one's, certainly Fajera held her affect on others even if they themselves did not realize. The gypsy was always one for bringing out the darker vibes in most beings, pulling their true demons to the surface to frolic for awhile. Oh yes Fajera was quite alive with her demon for nothing else existed within her soul, sad it was but it suited this fox just fine. There it was the questioned that she had believed Anubis would ask, and to no surprise he did. For one certainly could go on acting as if they knew what she spoke of, that is if they actually believed her and did not think this was due to a mental disease or issue. "Anubis it truly is a lovely sight, watching a stallion fall to his ever loving knees, finding no ability to manipulate his pathetic mind anymore; and then I capture their soul. But darling it really is a sight you will never forget. " Intoxicating tunes left her lips, as long eye lashes fluttered over illusive eyes. Now what was it exactly about Anubis that made Fajera spit out the entire truth, it was odd and certainly not like this mare. Possibly for the main factor is that she believes that Anubis is not a complete fool. He actually showed a measure of intelligence, yet Fajera did not give him too much credit. In her mind really this was a larger hunt, and therefore needed to be handled in a much different manner than previous victories. That icy wind filtered through the lands once more, not even a shiver ran across her spine. The Arabian bloodlines were quite adaptable to harsh environments and therefore adaption was key to survival one could not adapt one will perish. Fajera was looking for something to add a bit more spice to this night time rave, therefore stepped closer to Anubis which would lead to a brushing of the flesh. The temptress allowed for her figurine framework to gently press against Anubis's side, their body heat mingling for a moment and then left alone once more. Curvacious figure turned once she had passed the stud, to allow her structure to be sent back to where it was previously. Fajera stood now horizontal to Anubis, while dished skull pointed in his direction. "Do tell me Anubis are you a King? Oh and if so, does a Queen reside with you?" She was a lady to always love a man of royalty and at one point in her life, had even murdered a Queen though not to take her slot but for the pitiful fact she got in the way of Fajera's soul capturing. Foolish. Love was a tricky devil it caused beings to absolutely lose their minds at times, and carry out impossible endeavors. This fox preferred to leave such feelings behind, and allow them to be frozen until the manifest of a truly dark soul presented itself to her. Curious to hear his answer, and truly what he may ask in return. This game was still alive, yet with a different version now. Word Count: 670.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] It was clear enough that the games had shifted. The dun brujo had succeeded in steering the vixen off the path of verbal riddles, and now the two were tangoing dangerously down a court of illusive truths, each one twirling precariously after the other. One had to be careful when analyzing these spins, for mixed in the dance could be a tiny fib, and tiny fibs were quite capable of creating catastrophic effects should they not be noticed fast enough. Anubis had demanded the path be taken, and now that they were on it, his thoughts came to life in a way that they hadn’t for a long time. He felt quite… alive. Strange, when his immediate companion was discussing the process of devouring the life out of him. She was entertaining the ebbing darkness that still lurked somewhere in the depths of his soul. He wanted to know her, surely, for she was such an interesting creature. But now, more importantly, he wanted to conquer her. An intellectual conquest to steal those teasing giggles and fluttering emerald occs and bring her to her ever confident knees. Of course, none of this reflected in the glow of his pools. This warlock was not a brute of a monarch; he did not desire to swoop down and claim every harpy that crossed his path. In fact, he was quite picky for a stud, and really only sought after the crows that, once you pluck out all the black feathers, reveal a dove underneath. He was quite the philosopher, and he expected as much from his harem. So it was no wonder, truly, that what captured Anubis most was not her elegant framework that slunk around him, but the venomous words that flowed from her lips. He watched her cautiously now, and at her explanation of her methods, he replied easily again with his same, dry humor. “I hope never to witness it so there will be no memory of it to have.” The winds that came swirling through the Ruins made him toss his refined skull, the tangled mess of his ebony tresses whipping about in his eyes. Then, she moved. The moment was inevitable, and one he’d been anticipating throughout their conversations. The vix slipped past him, her obsidian pelt brushing against his dusty one, and his goldenrod pools followed her back without moving his façade. In fact, other than his eyes and ears, the stag failed to move at all, but the friction was undeniably there. When was the last time he’d felt the contact of another? An exact time, he could not recall. The sensation was electric, which, no doubt, had been the succubus’ plan. However, when her frame left his, the feeling altogether disappeared as rapidly at is had come, and he swerved his cranium to meet her emerald pools again once she stopped. Her questions then made his brow quirk. What an odd change of subject. “I am the King who rules over the Deserts. I have not found my queen yet.” He chose his words carefully, all to aware that these words passed between them were not just innocent conversation. His stare intensified, and he absentmindedly flicked his whipcord over his haunches. Which direction was this game heading to now?

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Fajera awaited to hear what Anubis would say in retort to all that she had spoken, truly she was actually interested in hearing what he had to say. He had proved to at least be sightly favoring to have in company, ears alerted quickly to the vocals. A sinister smirk crossed those delicate lips, as she emitted speech. "Oh Anubis, just don't present a different facade." Those cynical words weighed heavy in the atmosphere, these words meant something and were quite lethal at that. Tail flicked widely over those grand hindquarters, as the seductive fox stood. The moonlight did wonders for her flesh, illuminating and proving the fine texture of the coat. This stallion would be her play toy, her prize that she would tote around and even gain a Queen title. Fajera always won you see, she was no fool she understood how to get deep within a creature. A giggle escaped once more and then the vix calmed herself, as she gazed longing toward Anubis. Fajera wished for the stallion to draw closer, and feel her skin once more. This tango has turned quite in the opposing direction. Now lust seemed to fill the air in one manner or another, from both beings. The thought of moving to the desert seemed like a pleasing place, the cloven hooves would glide up and through dunes. It would be different but she would have Queenship which meant that Anubis's dark side would be ignited and a new reign would fall in the Osiris territory.It truly did erupt some demented thoughts within this gypsy's mind. Oh yes Fajera had a new goal in mind and that was to obtain the courtship between herself and Anubis. A grinned appeared and she spoke once again. "Come closer stallion, I want your flesh upon my own." This meaning meant having the two equines touch once again, and this time a bit longer. The tones were seducing, and ever so inviting. She would not let this stud get away, oh no he was quite divine. Fajera shifted her weight upon petite hooves, as she swayed before the stallion. Oh pretty boy do not think that you have won, ah you may have changed the game but Fajera shall be a victor. Ah it was quite amusing watching the stallion court his words, oh no you see he would have to try far harder if he wished to get anywhere with this she-devil. A smirk flashed across her visage, as she posed quite lovely for the stallion. Anubis was a fine creature, even in mind for once which excited the beauty greatly. Nostrils inhaled deeply the night air, it was crisp and seemed to freeze the beauty's lungs. An exhaled emitted a misty vapor that shorty disappeared. Ears perked forward and a top that dished skull listened closely to the giant before her. Oh yes, this game was going to be ever so exciting. The beauty could almost not contain herself. Word Count: 496.

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[ANUBIS ;;]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] Ah, the tango had spun back in a different direction. Clearly, the petit gypsy had enjoyed the electric static shared between them in the moments that she’d pressed herself up against his dusted frame. As he looked upon her, it became more and more obvious, through subtle changes of her posture, that Fajera was presenting herself as an alluring prize that he could win. The two of them were now stepping into dangerous territory, and the stag was more thankful than ever that he’d grown past the age of uncontrolled lust. Oh, her curvaceous bodice served well enough to make him want her, that amount of control was impossible to capture. He was, however, more than able to remind himself of the words that had just passed her velvet lips not moments ago. She was a predator, one that used her body to lure in her prey. Anubis was not ignorant of that. So, upon her suggestion that he move in closer, the monarch did no such thing. He would not fall for her spell-casting requests or her swaying chassis. In fact, the thought that he’d enticed her enough to cause her to up her game in such a manner only made his crooked grin grow somewhat more pronounced on his gnarled façade. It was all too clear of what this vixen’s intentions were; the idea of queenship seemed to be tantalizing for any harpy. Oh, but Anubis didn’t just pass off the title to the prettiest succubus he happened to come across. No, his intellect and observant nature shielded him from making mistakes such as those. But the dun stag was more than willing to play a game of mind, and so he stepped forward towards the banshee, his steps echoed by the metallic jangle of his golden rings. His golden pools did not break from her emerald ones, not even when he stopped only a step’s distance from her. He lowered his cranium and stretched his dry, dusted muzzle out towards her, but he did not touch her like she wished. It seemed the testosterone that had lay dormant in him for some time was working its way back to life, but not for the purpose of seducing her back in a bodily fashion. Oh no, if she wanted to conjure up demons, she could conjure up his, but it may not have been the kind she wanted to see. He froze his movements when his cracked lips reached her delicate ear, and he murmured in his low, raspy voice to her. “I am no fool, Fajera. Should you wish to be my queen you will have to start at the bottom and work your way up like everyone else. Do not think I am so simple-minded as to grant you royalty for your body alone.” The words spilled from him like a hiss. And as they stopped in their flow from his jaws, he stepped backwards again, and his gaze fell on her in another manner. They were still intrigued, without a doubt, both from her existence and from curiosity of her response. But, lingering in their golden glow resided the eyes of a seasoned monarch. He was not a youthful colt to play with. She would not conquer him as she pleased.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Fajera was quite taken by the stallion's words, oh yes she was pulling demons from Anubis. It was enticing watching the deadly features dance across his visage even if only for a moment. Indeed Fajera did not truly expect the stallion to step closer, it was quite naturally a test. Indeed queenship did look quite pleasing to this mare, but she was no fool either. Fajera would not be pleased if Anubis were to hand the title of Queen so easily to her, oh it would quite anger the gypsy in fact. Though back to the hiss that had escaped his jaws, they were deadly and truly intrigued the vixen even more. Anubis was quite a catch, even if he seemed to not hold this view in his skull. Anubis had departed from her bodice after he whispered such a deadly song, though now the she-devil would have to return the favor. Emerald eyes lost all seduction and an eerie gaze seemed to come over them, the manner in which her bodice twisted was a grand replica of a deadly serpent. The steps were slow, and drawn out never a movement emitted to quickly as she drew nearer to Anubis. This Tango had departed down a lethal and quite intensified dance, it would certainly change the path for both equines. As Fajera drew near, she tightly drew around Anubis in the manner that a constrictor would to it's prey. Then the fox, clung to his side. Velveteen lips rose along with the defined dished skull, to sing a noxious lullaby. "Anubis, I know you are no fool for I would not offer myself to just any being. Also darling I will gain the title of your Queen, within time of course. For I am unlike any other, and I shall do whatever it takes to gain such a prize." Slithering tones slipped through those lovely jaws, and the creature flowed forward with swift Arabian rhythms. Though before leaving just yet, lips motioned toward his neck to give a teasing nip if she should grasp his skin. No it held no poison, instead only meant to draw a little crimson liquid. Fajera was certainly not a lover to caress more like beat, and torture. A giggle escaped her lips once more, as she turned quite quickly to face the tall, sand-demon. Golden eyes, and emerald ones seemed inseparable as the two equine's gazes could not be broken from one another. With a sly and casual smile the fox spoke once again, "Anubis I unlock what you desperately hide away, it is quite enticing isn't it?" Vulgar words left the predators lips, she naturally spoke in this manner. Though used it to her advantage when she could, a silver tongued succubus that could wield her words to bring pleasure or pain. It was ever so exciting truly, and this dance topped them all. Fajera was not a lady to get all excited over a stallion so quickly, and therefore did not allow it to take place here either. Oh, no you see if Anubis wished to even keep Fajera in his lands he better prove that she was just a little more than the average mare. Yes Anubis would learn that he would have to dominate and quite frankly control this wicked creature, she was veil and like a plague if given the chance to run wild. "Anubis, you do realize it will be work for you as well..." Once again venomous tunes lingered from her lips, lathering her words with a honey dripped dew. Yes, Fajera was willing to wander down such a path as this that is if Anubis was along for the ride in return. Fajera would not invest her time, if he was not going to do the same. Yet this stud seemed to be no fool, and quite understood the events that would come. Though did he truly understand what he was getting himself into? This was not your casual courtship oh no, it would be dark and quite demented indeed. Just the thoughts made the vixen have her features shift to that of pure pleasure. Word Count: 689.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] His golden occs would not leave her; could not leave her. She was a demoness, that much he was sure, and her person was testing his ever-combating personalities. The darkness in his soul writhed and grinned, praising her wordlessly and needing her like a sweet, addictive poison, but his other half scorned the darkness, reminding it constantly to remain tactful and intelligent, and to never play such dangerous games so hastily. Anubis lived a life constantly on the borderline between goodness and evil, between sadistic tendencies and righteousness. He was sure, should this gypsy get her way, that his justice-seeking heart would ultimately lose the battle, but at the moment, he couldn’t very well sympathize. She slunk closer to him again, wrapping her obsidian bodice against him like a serpent, and her words flowed to his golden ears, which swiveled to catch her toxic lullabies. The harpy seemed so sure of herself, so determined that she would gain his heart and mind and lands, that for a brief moment, both halves of the dust-hued brujo took a mental step backwards, each finding their own reasons to want to deny her this great desire. The darkness grinned at the thought of abusing such a wicked wench, reminding him that what goes around would come back around, and the nobility within him shook his head at the very thought of letting such a creature take part in leading his barren deserts. The thought process was broken suddenly with her nip to his neck, enough force in her fangs to draw a thin line of his blood to the surface. Instinctively, the stag snapped his ears back amongst his tangled tresses and he returned the favor, baring his ivories into her own nape. Fajera spun away again to face him, and the warlock’s gnarled façade did little to change from his now more devilish expression. She mentioned the transformation, but he did not supply her with a verbal response. Instead, the monarch let a gust of air explode from his flared nares in a defiant snort, his refined skull tossing in the process. As if he had anticipated her last spilling of words, his lanky, ebon limbs took a step backwards, the jangling of his golden rings echoing the movement, and he stared her down once more. “You have my permission to come back with me to the deserts, if you wish.” his raspy tones broke the silence he’d created, and he cocked his head awkwardly to the side again, much like a curious raven would. He had chosen to ignore her statement for the most part, and instead followed it with “We will see if you have what it takes to become my queen.”

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