slow night Little day [open]

[apocalyptica]

He knew this place was not for him. Bear Lake belonged to mares and their foals. However he would not mean any of them harm. He was just here to remember. Why hurt himself? It helped with making him feel alive. Sometimes, rather then be a Noble he felt like he was an Immortal and perhaps without recalling it, he had indeed made a deal with the dark lords. He was losing track of his past lives and each one seem dot get worse. He never remained happy and would given anything for some peace. Weather in an permeate death or true love again. Sighing, the stallion moved about the lands in silence. There seemed to be no one around and no one to push him away from the landscape. He enjoyed Bear Lake for the fresh scents and peaceful air. Strange for a stallion like himself to care. In recent days, he had met an mare and a noble stallion. They were fair creatures and he stay around enough to chat and even play like a colt. Then without much more, he took his leave. Perhaps the two he left behind would fall in love. The mare in truth was good on the eyes and not a bitch.

He would not tell an equine about his past. Maybe he would mention about what happened to him in his last death or life but he would never say more. He knew most would consider him crazy or dark. However he was just tin the middle. He did kill and could be harsh but most of the time it was just confused for how blunt he could get. He enjoyed sticking to himself. It was safe and he would every now and again take on a task that an lead would ask of him. For the moment he had received one. It was harsh but he accepted it and soon enough he would be told when to stick. Would it work? Stelios used to be known for his charm with mares and he was more then willing to bring them about again for this task. Trick the mare into thinking she found love, rape her and then take off. It was an tragic love story but it was normal. It was funny that he allowed himself to be hired to do this. Since he would hate for the same to happen to him. However he would either seek revenge or just move one. He make sure that things just did not go that badly. Sighing again, the black scar stallion found a place to lay down and rest. No one was around, so he could do as he pleased.

[`NUCLEAR WINTER.]

MOURNFUL NIGHT, ATTRACTIVE NIGHT
YOUR DARK BEAUTY OBSESSES ME.

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Things had been going rather well so far for the dual-toned maiden. Life had been boring and mundane, but nothing particularly bad has happened to the femmora as of yet. She had claimed a beautiful land that she named Chapel of Ghouls, thus becoming the queen of the Sideth alliance. In her opinion, she deserved that high position. Yes, she had just arrived here in this land and hardly knew much about it, but what most individuals didn't understand is that Winter was much more than a lying thief. She also had a passion for knowledge, for learning everything she could possibly learn within a certain amount of time. There were times when she was forced to do that. She used to be a thief-for-hire, using seduction as means to assassinate her target. Sometimes she had to learn everything she could about something or someone within a certain period of time(that time being sometimes ridiculously short). Because of this, Winter was an expert scholar and seeker of knowledge. Learning everything she could about this land was no different. She had asked around and explored tirelessly. Of course, she had much to learn still but she still thought of herself as a capable ruler regardless.


Thoughts coursed through her think-box as she made her way toward the place known as Bear Lake at a rather brisk walk, her strides long and graceful as they greedily devoured the earth. The cold breeze nipped at her curvy frame as she walked through a patch of tundra, before arriving at a place with a much more lenient climate. Daresay, it was even a tad warmer than the chilled Sideth lands. Her pale ice blue lampistras ate up the topography that was rolled out before them, taking in every little detail. Her chiseled cerebrum was held high and her triangulars twitched slightly, tympanums absorbing every sound. There was almost an eerie silence here. The only thing that was remotely audible was the occasional chirping of birds. Muscles twitched beneath her flawless alabaster and champagne hide as she continued on, her cream hued tresses fluttering like pale butterflies above her slightly arched serpentine.


As she made her way deeper into the lands, along the edge of the lake, she noticed a few mares and a few foals. She paid no attention to them, however. She had no intention of playing with any of these bitches and their little runts. She was...here on business. Looking for a pawn. Looking for a disposable hero to promise power to and when they became useless, leave their lifeless bodies in a damned grave. This grave would be the stomach of a scavenger, mind you...but it was a grave nonetheless, as disrespectful as it was. Daggers left crescent shaped scars in the earth's epidermis as she made her way towards an ebony figure not too far off. And as she neared that figure, she realized it was an equine. A resting equine, at that. Was it concern that made her venture closer to this stranger? No. Nuclear Winter and "concern" didn't go together. It was more curiosity. The dual-toned queen stopped at a rather respectful distance away, parting her jowls to speak in smooth, melodic and almost ridiculously feminine tones. "Just when you think it's safe for an afternoon nap, along comes a predator to make sure you never wake up from that nap. It happens all the time, dear hellion. It can be rather tragic. Take this as no threat, however. Just...a friendly reminder..."



words - don't feel like counting.
muse - good.
lyrics - where dead angels lie by dissection
listening to - prism and gate by scar symmetry, ocean gateways by obscura
notes -

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