while we murder on the radio}

[fatal]

A M O R E T T E

Take the time to u n d e r s t a n d

That I’m not your a v e r a g e mare

But something more u n i q u e

You know that saying? You know, this one; “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I do that.” Yeah, remember now? Tell me then: do you believe in it? I remember when I first said that, one year ago, after my Mother asked if I was ever going to settle down and do something worth while in my life, I said that was exactly what I was doing. Mother, naturally, laughed and gave me a lecture that traveling was a waste of time. She told me that I was going to find someone soon enough to make a life with – settle into a herd of strangers, really. And what did I say? That exact saying. But I have a feeling that it isn’t cold in the Underworld today, and shan’t be for a long time. So, yes, I lied when I said that, maybe unknowingly, but nonetheless, here I am. In a strange and distant land to what I am familiar to. With not a clue at what I really should do – should be doing. Maybe not exactly waiting for something to some along and do something, or someone for that matter, but more sinking in my thoughts, as I always do, which usually ends up bad, seeing as though I’m not paying attention…

Of course, my cranium smashed into a large oak tree, something that happened whenever I wasn’t paying attention; amazingly I don’t have severe brain damage – well – at least I don’t think so. Taking a step back I scowled at the tree, not exactly sure why though, and cringed with the throbbing pain that began to grow as a result. Inhaling the air deeply, and letting it out slowly, I ceased all movement and thoughts that might increase it. Someone liked me today, for, thankfully, the pain also ceased after a moment. Sighing heavily I watched a trickle of red, thick blood trailed down to drip off of my nose. I hadn’t done it that hard for a long time. Smirking, I continued on with my ‘walk’. No intentions of going anywhere, or finding anything – or anyone. Just walking for no reason other than I had nothing better to do that waste time chasing things that were not there.

Pretty soon I came across a grove in the dense, eerie forest and decided to stop. Nothing better to do than watch my surroundings that were forever unmoving. Taking a few more steps until I stopped at the foot of a small pond, I looked down at the water, showing my image, sighing I kicked in a pebble, and watched the image shatter and fail, while ripples overcame it. Around me there were now a few animals; rabbits, unseen yet heard insects, fish in the pond and a few birds. With that I closed my eyes and decided it was time to really think.

[Vel]

Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.

Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.

Curse me; Lassan
Age me; four winters
I am; 16hh
Paint my pelt; ebony
I am of the purest blooded; Arabians
Place me with the; nuetral ones. I like the darks and the lights

[fatal]

Auds twitched as the droplets began to fall into puddles, causing a surprisingly large amount of annoyance on my behalf. Leaning my carcass against the cold stone wall of the tree, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine something else. Yes, that’s the way, escape out of the real world; filled with monstrosities, darkness and broken stories. And come into a new world; a world that was without the everyday drama, the darkness, a place worth living for; a place worth imagining; just to escape from reality. Oh, how much better it feels to pretend every things okay – that my life was and did turn out to be the perfect fairytale. But, then, happily every after never lasts for ever.

A clash of hooves hitting rock stone sent me out of my day dream, a cold, icy glare glazed my optics as I looked into darkness, to see nothing, but know another was in the cave; just effing perfect, no? Drifting away from the timber that was once my support, I waited for something to happen; and of course it did. His music drifted into the atmosphere. Now, shall there be an answer? Or shall I choose to be stubborn, and pretend I’m not here – or better yet – that he isn’t here. It’s tempting, but I really do not think I’m in the mood to be making a brute angered. A crack of lightening thrashed at the ground outside, and for a brief two seconds the terra filled with light, and myself and the brute were painted against it. No use in pretending I’m not here, I thought after the light vanished as quickly as it had came.

A soft sigh escaped as I stood still, the droplets had ceased their short travels down my bodice and to the puddles. “Lo.” I replied after the long wait, my tone – damn it – proved me weary. There are so many names out there for stallions and mares these days, and I have – as of yet – not found one yet. So I simply go by female, more suitable, I suppose. I am no vixen, no, I may seem like a dark – but that is only on occasion, when I’m depressed. Otherwise I am pretty neutral, neither light nor dark. That suits me well. I see no point in having alliances. Through it all; we all have light and darkness in our hearts.

[Vel]

Lassan stood there as the rain began to fall. He looked p to the now black sky. The rain fell even harder now. His coat was perfectly blended in with the darkness. A crack of lighting illuminated the whole valley for a few brief seconds. He saw the form of the equine once again. Her coat was invisible in the darrk, just as his was. He shook his head and neck to get his forelock out of his optics. He picked up a dagger and moved a few steps closer. The rain came down eveb harder now. It seemed like it would never end. It would just keep going and going forever. His audits flicked skyward when he heard something from the other equine. Lo One word of greeting. He walked up a bit closer, still very catious. He snorted as a crack of lighting illuminated they sky and valley once more. "Hello." he said to the horse in front of him. He lifted his maw ever so slightly to scent the air. He mostly got a nose full of water though. He could now tell that this equine was a mare.

ooc// running low on muse right now

[fatal]

She was distracted, indeed, by the a unique voice. It was a stag, whom held a high probability of using her in the near future;; she cared not, all dukes were the same. She would simply take the pain they provided, for it came whether she wanted it or not. Though, this does not stop Amorette from seeking revenge on the enemy. Her viper made a delicate turn, toward the lord, pinions stopped it's violent scraping at mother nature. A gentle and careless nicker was given... she would not scare the first stallion away, for he has such good taste.

"Step forth, m'lord. What business doth thou possess in speaking with thou majesty? Art thou alone?" completing her speech, the minx spun her canvass around slowly, facing the brute. Her attitude was neutral right now, for she did not know what to expect from her opponent. No emotions were shown upon her facade, for she had none for him. Soon enough, he would show himself to her and she would know.

[Vel]

His ebony audits flicked when she spoke to him. He came a step closer. She showed no emotion. She was greeting him like he greeted most others. No show in emotion. "Yes I am alone. Are you alone m'lady?" he said looking around at his surrounding, which were hard to see due to the lighting at the time. He flicked his wet tail, spraying water behind him. The rain was still commming down, lighter, but still comming down. His black optics look to the mare in front of him as he emitted his lyrics into the stale air once again. "My calling is Lassan. What is yours m'lady?"

ooc//still low on muse

[fatal]

It was a question she has never heard from any other beast, but she was willing to answer any question. She let the silence hang in the spring air until she decided to break it. "That I can affirm," her voice was still a whisper as she knew he could here them from the close range. "So alone..." Amorette smirked as a solemn look overtook her being.

She knew she should turn and walk off, leaving the beast behind. She would see if he would follow if not then he was not worth it. But what if he didn't follow? I don't want to take that chance, she thought.

With seeming hesitation the bella replied to his other question as well, "Some call me the queen of hell, others seem to find it fit to call me Amorette... you may have your choice."

ooc;; muse = dead. x\

[Vel]

"I know what you mean. I am also very alone." he replied to her response to his first question that he asked. He flicked his tail agian to rid it of the heavy water that was collecting in it. He looked up to the dark sky as another crack of lighting illuminated the sky. He saw a few does and their fawns running for shelter. "Where is it you are from?" he asked Amorette after she had told him her calling. He found it more fit to call her Amorette. It truely was a lovely calling to have, though he did not know if she thought so so he did not say a word.

ooc// same here

[shaq]

Time had moved quickly; only days before had he claimed his fortress, a land swamped by dense forests with a vast lake at its heart, a land so different from his last. His previous home had been masses of rolling hills, one after the other, all huddled together in the valley’s embrace, each hill as bare as the next. It had been years though, since he had ruled there. A freak storm had caused disastrous flash flooding, enough to force him to flee with what little family he had left. Between then and now, much had taken place; enough to make it certain to the stag that he would never see his heart again. The stag shifted slightly, causing the small trunk he leaned on to groan in protest as it bore his weight. He moved again, using the rough bark to scratch his back, giving him his much needed relief from the itch. With a small sigh SOULLUST straightened, allowing the tree to stand straight once more. Lazily the stag ambled forwards, lost in his memories of .Harlot., his once-queen. Life had been different then, though his pain had dimmed a fair while ago. Now little more than a pebble of anger rested in his heart; he had moved on. At this thought the hellion’s nares flared as a gust of wind escaped him in what could have been a cynical laugh. No, SOULLUST could never move fully on. SOULLUST would love once more the day after hell froze over.

Despite his languid saunter, SOULLUST’s direction had a purpose; to claim more mares. His territory was young, though had far more potential than any other. A gleam of hunger spun within his eye as SOULLUST considered his future; power. With him as its ruler, NORVALLEN would rise to power. For now, however, SOULLUST had to be content with gathering enough sheilas to have a decent-sized herd. He would reclaim Celtic, despite her current position of power next to Lassan, and he would ally himself with those who would help him rise to greatness, wether intentionally or not. For now, he headed towards Bella Valle, the so-called “Beautiful Valley”.

Generally, SOULLUST was cranky and quick to anger, though today life had caught him in one of his rare, content moods. The sound of a nearby creek filtered through the trees, and upon hearing it, SOULLUST meandered towards it. The stag dipped his cranium to drink briefly before stepping his daggers into the stream. If his memory served him correctly, this small creek opened up into a pond that lay within a cave further upstream, and if SOULLUST’s senses served hi m accurately (which they nearly always did), then there was a sheila waiting for him at that pond. SOULLUST sighed morosely; there was always competition. His nares told him that with the sheila was another stag.

As always, his senses were accurate; as SOULLUST approached the mouth of the creek he could glimpse the body of an equine through the trees. Her body was laced with the darkness of the cave, though SOULLUST was certain that she was the mare. The stag had to be Lassan, who SOULLUST knew well enough to recognise by his scent. Through the gloom SOULLUST could see that the mare stood casually, so he was certain she had yet to detect his presence.

SOULLUST stepped forward into the mouth of the cave, his black roan body merged partly with the gloom. The pool in which he stood muffled the clatter of hoof on stone as he stood on the rocky surface, though any half-deaf moron would have heard his splashing. Now inside the cave, SOULLUST could see little more than silhouettes, though he addressed the shadows nonetheless. “Evening miss… Queen of hell. Pleasant weather, is it not?” In truth, this was somewhat sarcastic; the rain was rarely pleasant on SOULLUST’s heavy coat, so he tended to savour a distasteful aftertaste for wet weather. SOULLUST nodded curtly in the stag’s direction, “Lassan.”
SOULLUST stepped carefully out of the pool of water, his feathers clinging to his hooves wretchedly. Once free of the chilly waters, he allowed his massive frame to sag slightly as he carefully analysed both the equine before him.

[733 words]

CURSED – soullust
SEXED – stallion
BLED -- shire x Clydesdale
STAINED -- black roan overo
STANCE -- 17.3hh
LIVED -- 6 years
FOREVER A -- fighter
CONTROLER -- shaq