kill with conviction.

[kat]

the cold water, the black rushing gleam,
the moving down-rush, wash, gush out over
bed-rock, toiling the boulders in flood,
purling in deeps, broad flashing in falls—
Styx; this carver of caverns beneath us
we thirst for in dreams we dread.

How peculiar, to step into a land already decimated.

Stygian was well versed in travel; having spent most of his younger years moving from place to place with his erratic, Machiavellian parents, he’d never particularly felt the need to carve out a niche in one particular place.

However, until now, he had never encountered a territory so tailor-made for his kind.
It had been a very long time since he had last encountered one who shared the sullied blood flowing through his veins, and even longer since he’d had the misfortune of running into their brother kin, the Grim. He was hereditarily disposed to favour them- nevertheless something about the fact that their flesh was continuously rotting else eaten away to the bones just didn’t sit right with him.

But here, in this land that was so deeply bathed in shadows already he could smell the vague but unmistakeable scent of Reapers, and he ventured forward with his guard immediately raised, knowing full well the unmerciful and often times irrational rage that fuelled the seething minds of his brothers.

He paused for a moment, ears flicking deftly back in forth in search of some traitorous snapping swig, some small sound that might reveal the fact he was being watched or followed. He could hear nothing, of course, but for Reapers, keeping out of sight was all too easy.

He stepped forward silently and with a born masculine grace, gliding like a black ghost between the enveloping shadows. He made no effort to call out- if there was anybody near, his scent would reach them on the wind long before the sound of his voice.

[Rayne]

The rather ghostly outline of a mare stirred slightly from the shadows--though, not enough to be noticed. She'd only recently arrived here, perhaps only a few days prior. However, despite the short amount of time that’d passed since then—the young mare had changed in such ways she wouldn’t have imagined possible. She'd always held some affinity towards the ‘lighter’ side of matters. The most she remembered of her mother was that she shared a similar coat pattern, and one hell of a rancorous temper. However, life decided to get involved in the matter by separating the mother and daughter—which meant that she’d been raised by a runaway Zunden mare, to be thought of as kin. A few days prior, all she’d consciously known was that she was a normal horse. However, as the leader of the Reapers had so kindly stated, she’d come to realize that her entire life was a lie.
On any other terms, she would have left this place and deemed it unthinkable to ever return. However, with the realization of her bloodlines came the empowerment of new abilities that’d seemed to manifest themselves into her persona. She wasn’t going to leave such a place without at least learning how to manage her temper-manipulated abilities. She had a need to master them, or else risk losing her temper and inflicting any unnecessary harm..
“Come on..” she whispered, her tone soft and anxious—though barely audible by the abilities of a normal equine. The mare’s ivory, ebony-stained hide seemed to fade from the shadows, though only for a second’s time. Paper-thin nostrils flared subtly as the vixen shook her head, bits of anger tingeing her usually calm expression.
Grey-green orbs narrowed, the black irises surrounded by a glowing, lime green halo that signified the mare’s rising anger as she gave the disappearing act yet another attempt. The jet black tassels of her tail flicked about anxiously, cascading down her ankles before she vanished all together. Nothing even gave way to hints about her existence there, just a few seconds prior, other than small traces of sooty ash.
Not soon after however, she reappeared—if only ten or so feet from where she’d stood earlier. However, there was a distinct difference in location. There was another equine here, and it wasn’t the herd leader—with whom she’d been acquainted earlier. Black-tipped, ivory audits flattened against the mare’s skull almost instantly as she became aware of the stallion’s presence. She slowly stepped back, nostrils quivering as she examined his scent. Yes, he was one of the same kind.. However, she wasn’t too sure if she wanted to make her presence known. She hadn’t had the best of luck with other horses these days. First there’d been Aiden, the aggressive fire lord; Nina, her childhood friend that’d lost her temper beyond reason; then the lady of the Reapers, who hadn’t seemed like such a pleasant fellow. She was definitely inclined not to make her presence known. However, the choice wasn’t really up to her, if he’d noticed her lingering scent, there’d be no denying that she’d been present.

|| Shadow Dancer
|| Haunted – Rihanna
|| Grrreat Muse! <3

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accidently wrote my post on this one. XD

[kat]

the cold water, the black rushing gleam,
the moving down-rush, wash, gush out over
bed-rock, toiling the boulders in flood,
purling in deeps, broad flashing in falls—
Styx; this carver of caverns beneath us
we thirst for in dreams we dread.

Ahh, and here they came from the shadows, like moths to a new and interesting flame.

One had the tact to remain invisible to his eyes and ears; he could detect her only by the faint smell of ash and the flickering pulse of erratic power that only other Reapers were sensitive to. Stygian’s ears rotated slowly in the direction of these wavelengths; if only to make clear he was aware of her presence.

The other mare waltzed forward with all the subtlety of a punch to the face. Her teeth painted with fresh blood, a strut that betrayed her position of authority. Smirking, naturally, for what inherently evil leader of a herd didn’t smirk? It was the token calling card of a pretentious, darkling bitch.

She stalked around him like a predator with her prey- and he followed her around the rotary circle with eyes and ears, muscles rippling as he relaxed his weight backwards, content simply to observe.
Creatures like Reapers had no need of bristling displays of strength and dominance; immortality put a dampener on the whole ‘fight to the death’ principle. Stygian towered over both of them by almost two hands at an inch under seventeen, and yet, he was completely aware that it was likely they each possessed a relatively equal measure of strength. Well, as far as the elements went, anyway.

As Valdis paused her blatant look-down to pause in front of him he took the opportunity to give her the once-over on his own accord. While Stygian could pass from afar as a regular stallion, she was blatantly one of their kind; the colouring, the bloody lips, the acid-red eyes, she betrayed everything.

‘Welcome home, brother.’
A loaded statement and one hell of an assumption. Stygian addressed locked his eyes to hers; and while hers were vibrant and sly and piercing, he returned her gaze with callous indifference- sporting the typical dark chocolate irises, contrasting vividly with hers.
He inclined his head, accepting the sentiment. It had been a very long time since he’d encountered any of his own breed; to make enemies now would be foolhardy.

“Thank you,” he replied simply in a bass-baritone growl. He turned his head to address Shadow as well before returning his gaze to Valdis.

“So these are the remnants of the Reapers, hmm?” he purred silkily, stepping deftly forward and raising his head to swiftly scan the encompassing landscape.

“Two mares, hiding in the shadows, killing birds.”
Stygian’s sultry gaze returned to Valdis and flickered vaguely to the remnants of blood on her lips.

“What interesting lives you both do lead.”
Every movement was calculated and abrupt, every motion that ran across his facial features part of a glacial mask. The sides of his lips curled upwards in sordid amusement; whether or not he was baiting them or simply jesting was difficult to determine.

[Rayne]

Shadow's attention was drawn to Valdis as she'd made her rather blunt appearance. She nodded in her direction subtly as she was addressed, waiting for a few seconds more as she watched from the shadows. She was circling him, assessing the reaper like a piece of meat. However, what leader wouldn't do something similar, specially when the subject in question was a stallion who posed a chance to becoming a new member of the herd?
Jet black eats audits pricked up curiously as she mare lowered her tiara, examining the situation before deciding that hiding in the shadows was rather pointless now. He'd aknowledged her presence, concealing herself in the shadows was pointless. Nostrils quivered lightly at the though; that had definitely been a stupid move.. Reapers could sense heartbeats, the pulses and auras given off by living things.. She shook her head softly, annoyed at her half-baked ideas. She was still practically new to all of the abilities that the other two equines seemed to be at home with..
"Well..the herd's rather new. There's not much else to do, unless you want to get involved with the hot-tempered Zunden.." she said, her voice fading off, though echoing from the shadows softly, composed of almost a ying and yang feel to it. The softness of her personality and the ferocity of her bloodlines were still at war; though, they seemed to blend rather than stay separated.

Ebony pillars strode forward slowly as the sleek outline of the mare finally descended from the shadows, making her presence less subtle. However, she kept her distance from the two--who seemed to be circing each other much like two wolves would before engaging in a fight. She examined their movements for only a few seconds more before turning her attention to their expressions. The stallion's expression was much like her own--completely emotionless, almost as if hidden behind walls of stone. Valdis', however, didn't fail to showcase the characteristics of the breed. Evil in every way, from her mere scent, to the blood dripping from her maw. It'd become such a familiar feeling and sight, she could hardly tell the difference from the death-like aura of the land, and what she used to consider normal..

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Valdis

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Valdis watched him with bright eyes, and peered at him. He was mulling this over in his mind, and she could tell he did not like to be powered down. Too bad. He was going to if he lived here.



"We are still finding them. Oh, by the way, may I atleast know your name? I'm Valdis, Lady of the Reapers. Ivory facade tilted to the side. "We are still gathering them, they come at different paces." Valdis said softly, flashing blood-stained ivories. Val listened to his words, decoding them each. "No, I'm one of the few who is omnivorious. Like Shadow, she is a herbivore. Oh yeah, and I'm one of the even fewer who is a blood drinker. And that damned bird- Was spying on my herd. So I did it a favor, and killed the pitiful creature. They work for a light herd, and the rest of the ravens will probally go and gossip to their fucking leader." Her words became threatning and angry, as she thought about the light herd. "Damn wimps think they can put up against us, we evenly match the Zunden, I doubt they could survive just my attack." Her words were that of disgust as she rose her crown defiantly. "Damned excuses for horses." Valdis rolled her vibrant eyes before turning her attention back to the stallion. "Oh, if your the same as me, don't take all my food, especially the deer." A tight smirk settled upon her maw, and she nudged him lightly. FLIRT.

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{ Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up! Come on get down with the sickness }

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____Muse; x3
_____Lyrics and Quote; Down With The Sickness by Disturbed. Quote: 30 Days of Night

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[kat]

the cold water, the black rushing gleam,
the moving down-rush, wash, gush out over
bed-rock, toiling the boulders in flood,
purling in deeps, broad flashing in falls—
Styx; this carver of caverns beneath us
we thirst for in dreams we dread.

Stygian turned slightly and appraised Shadow with warm eyes as she spoke. Thoughtful, he allowed his glance to linger momentarily.

This one was interesting; pretty, not a creature that could be immediately dismissed as a wraith of the dark. She had a way about her, a timidness perhaps... she held back as if she were unsure about herself. Evidently struggling to wrestle control of her powers, a refreshing humility, and a herbivore. These were strange traits. He made a mental note to interrogate further some other time and then, becoming aware that his observant look-down was bordering on obvious, he flippantly redirected his gaze back to Valdis.

“Stygian,” he growled lithely in response, and allowed the luxury of a knowing half-smile as she blatantly nudged at his shoulder. He took a half-step back under the pretense of shifting his weight. In truth, these blatantly flirtatious females made the pits of his stomach purr; like any stallion. But around company like this, self control was all-important.

“As far as food goes, I will eat what’s available. Deer, grass or otherwise.”
Breaking character, his expression split into a derisive grin and he stepped forward, and to the right of her, eager to press on so he might see the lay of the land here. Of course, it was always appropriate to add in some cutting remark in passing. Keep her on her toes... naturally.

“I’m sure there are ravens aplenty to whet your appetite,” he deadpanned in a sardonic drawl, the end of his tail lashing lightly against her flanks as he passed her, navigating to the crest of the hill to pause and look around him, soaking in landmarks that would aid him in navigating around later.

After a moment he half-turned to address the quieter mare, curiousity not quite satisfied.
“Shadow, wasn’t it?” he reiterated, his voice a lionlike grumble which seethed and purred in his throat.

[Rayne]

Shadow watched as the two equines engaged in conversation, the growl in his tone lingering through her velvet audits almost as if so that she may process it. Ah, he as well was an omnivore. It was all so strange habit to her.. The anatomies of equines were meant to digest plants--right? How could one seem to thrive off blood and flesh? She dismissed the thought rather quickly, for it was a pointless debate.
Yeah, equines had been meant to be herbivores. However, elementals followed rules far different than those deemed 'normal'. They played with fire, water, scents, and even brought death to those whom they wished. What 'laws' of nature were even worth listening to anymore? If a horse were to turn pink and glittery, only to vanish before her eyes in a blanket of fire, she probably wouldn't even be intrigued anymore. Her attention soon drifted back from the depths of her thoughts, hardly noticing the stallion's lingering orbs.
Ears pricked up softly as he, too, addressed her--though in a questioning manner.
"Yes, Shadow Dancer; though I go by Shadow."

[/color] She said, responding in the same soft tone which she'd used earlier. Green and grey orbs scanned the stallion subtly, giving him the common once-over, which she'd failed to do prior. There was a certain aura about him--it was calm, and cool as stone, though it didn't cease to exhibit the ever-present aura of a Reaper's savage audacity. It indeed drew out her curiosity--who exactly was he? However, she dared not show the thoughtfulness. She would have to ask later, perhaps at a time when they were all more acquainted, if she asked at all..

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Valdis

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Valdis's bright orbs watched the stallion curiously. He dare to move back? Val smirked, showing ivory fangs. "Stygian.." The mare merely murmered, clicking it into place so she would remember it later. Usually, she would have snapped at him already. But, she wouldn't do this in front of Shadow. The mare scared so damn easy.
Small, dished tiara cocked to the side. "No ravens. They taste like shit. I wasn't going to let that one go to waste after I killed it." Her voice had an edge, which was growing. He was pissing her off. She moved to the side as his tassles flicked against her flank. Ears flicked, but she held herself back. Valdis moved to Shadow's side, brushing against her light pelt in a friendly mare. Val had grown fond of her, since they had met and she scared the living shit out of her. "Curious about the land?"

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{ Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up! Come on get down with the sickness }

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____Muse; blehh
_____Lyrics and Quote; Down With The Sickness by Disturbed. Quote: 30 Days of Night

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