it's bittersweet

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[/size][/i]He had finally came to give into suicidal urges; to succumb to the horrid sea's wrath unstintingly and rid the earth of his pathetic existence. He had nobody to love, not a single soul to return love or stop him from succumbing to the inviting, dark and thrashing sea; to rid him of such terribly weak thoughts of entering the past life as a way out of life. He had no one, he was no one. Just a simple thing lost in the battle of life, life was winning and he was surrendering. Neither his dam or adopted dam yearned to seek him out, he the same. But a feeling, a yearn that pricked at his heart repeatedly as the days wore endlessly on; it was to find his unloving mother and abandoning adopted one. But he merely shoved the feeling down into the deepest crevice possible until it could stay down no longer; feelings would ravage his mind with horrid thoughts of hopelessness, anger and sadness. They overwhelmed the large stallion, overtaking his mind and giving in return thoughts of death and how bitter sweet death would be. However he had been like this many times; some on the tops of mountains with sharp, deathly rocks below or on the banks of overflowing, speeding and surging rivers. Now was different. On the top of an overhang, lightning leaping and yearning to touch the earth, to set the fields of lush green on fire; to ravage the earth of life. The sea was surging, foaming and deathly waves beat into the bottom of the overhang with unsettling and and mind imploding force. None of this bothered the mutt, he was settled deep int he depths of his thoughts, wondering if he should succumb to the endless thought of death; it's name ringing in his ears with bittersweet force.

This time was all the same as the last, he came to overpower his thoughts, thunder rumbling deep to his core. It all came to fast, he tried to remove his thick body from the breaking overhang, but alas! The crumbling earth was thinning to fast! Before the stallion knew it, he felt no earth, merely air, body flailing, the wind stinging his eyes. He managed to turn in the air, hooves downward as he fell; mane beginning hurt as the wind slapped it mercilessly against his hide.

And then he felt the cold sea surround his large body, hitting him with a stinging malice. Maybe it was time to give up anyway; time to surrender to life. God was giving him a sign, it was time to give up. However, heart heaving with never ending thuds, he began to churn strong, lengthy and sturdy legs, his head beginning to surface. He got a ways before the sea washed over him; water flowing into his nostrils with a heavy unsettling pain. Eyes stung with salt, he felt warm tears dropping into the ocean as they mixed with the cold, stinging rain. He glanced up to the sky; the angry, black sky with the occasional streaks of electricity. Thunder rumbled as he continued to churn, however his thick body was beginning to tire. Nevertheless, he was too thickheaded to merely give up, to suffer the humiliation of succumbing to the ocean he had lived by all his meaningless life. He swam in these oceans, he played and came to them for peace. Now, it was showing him an utterly different side; trying to drown him into the murky depths. But he would not let it win! He was worthy of beating it, he believed in himself for the moment.

After hours of churning and swallowing gallons of water, eyes dry and pained, he thought he felt something brush against tired legs. What was that? He continued, his energy drained. Was that land? Hope sparked within, spreading through his entire body. He reached, hoping with all his might that it was land and not a predator. Alas! Luck was beginning to turn! He had struck land! A newly found burst of adrenaline racked his large body as he began to go through the raging surf with hope. He was going to make it! He wasn't a goner, a pathetic weak mortal that gave up against the sea. He was beating it! He had beat it!

Heaving his dead weight body up onto the sand, he walked far enough until he could go no further, barely making it far away enough so the tide would not take him into the overbearingly menacing sea; collapsing with a thud, eyelids fluttering as he blacked out, the thunder rumbling in the distance, he had made it through the storm and the raging ocean![/color][/size]
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MUSE ! great
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! sibby

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[bg=black] Desdemona’s body was sprawled out beneath a small grove to the south of the beach. She lay in a light slumber, recuperating from past days of eventful activity and minimal rest. Things had escalated quickly in the young mare’s life and it appeared that she was on the fast-paced track to destruction. The wounds upon her flesh and blood staining her pelt told the story of a life-threatening scuttle with a member of her father’s herd only a few days prior. Despite having seen the horrible pains her lifestyle could carry, the mare had no intentions on slowing down, and perhaps, she should have taken more and truly learned something from that experience. She didn’t necessarily seek trouble. However, boredom oft bred it for the painted fae; it was her cycle. Good things never did last long and the mare began to stir prematurely. She debated opening her eyes at all, but a feeling in her gut, one she would oft ignore, told her to do otherwise. The mare jerked up having expected that treacherous bloody bay to be hovering over her form. Instead, it was a vulture inching closer and closer with a desire to taste of her flesh. The damned scavengers had followed her from the battlegrounds. Her wounds weren’t that bad were they? Hell, they were even starting to heal – the flesh no longer raw nor oozing pus and blood. After snapping her ivories at the fowl, it took to the air, but she knew if she went back to sleep the bird would only return all too quickly. It was time to get up and face the tedium. Allowing a deep breath to breech her nostrils sent a fierce sting as a bitter reminder of her previous escapade. The pain made it impossible to forget the experience, push it back into the deep depths of her subconscious, like she did with most memories that might try and encourage her to feel some ounce of shame – a downward spiral she intended to avoid. And, with time, it would get easier to push away the pain. Having awoken now, she had nothing to do but think. The thoughts that did ever plague Des’s mind in moments of still silence were at the very least good ones and not regrets; they kept her mind entertained and preoccupied from the mundane. She had had so few memories that were more than just fun at the moment, though. One had been the time spent in company of Jimmy. The mare wondered what the brute had been up to since their encounter, but that thought wasn’t entertained for long. She decided she would have to find him again on a slow day. Like today? It appeared not. The mare’s eyes caught a crashed silhouette upon the shore and her mind reeled. Approaching the figure with her head held high and as if she really hadn’t learned a damn thing from her previous encounter with Spyder. Eyes studied the stallion and a quirky little smirk crossed her lips. This could prove some fun – toying with a newcomer to the isle. Des’s wounded snout nudged the stallion’s withers before taking a few paces back in case he woke in a startle. “I wouldn’t advise taking a nap out in the open like that. There are fucking terrible creatures on this island just waiting to sink their teeth into the vulnerable,” the mare laughed but there was a hint of seriousness to her voice that wouldn’t have been there before her encounter with her father’s minion. There were demons that were out to get the inhabitants of the island. It just happened to be that the most dangerous of them were the very forces that offered promises to protect you. characters|| desdemona word count|| 625 muse music|| tegan and sara ooc|| i hope it is OK. :3

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[/size][/i]"Tell me, Mother, what are you doing? Where are you doing? Mother?" Regret lingered in the air, a foal stench that would haunt the bastard to these very days. "I am leaving you, it will be for our own safety . Tears began to well in the young creature's multi-colored eyes. "What do you mean, Mother? Why? Why are you leaving me!?" The mare merely turned away from him, remorse hanging in the air like the rotting stench of a corpse. "Hush now, Child. It is for our own good." Giving a glance, remorse was thickening within her tears. "I am sorry, Son." The colt gave a regretting, wild toss of the head. "No! Leave! Take your leave, Mother!" He spat, cheeks moist with tears of broken trusts and anger. The older mare gave a short nod, watching as her adopted son turned away from her view in anger. Understandable, of course. However, this was for the sake of his life, not just to merely abandon him. So, she took her leave, remorse flourishing deep within her.

Eyes opened with a sudden fear, ears became alert as the stallion felt something linger on his large body with a seemingly harmless nudge. However, he stood to his feet with a sudden rage, ears drawing back against his cranium. "What is the meaning of this?" Ivories bared with a slight menace, multicolored eyes took the culprit's form for the first time. She was a female, a gash tainting her dainty muzzle. Eyes looked over her form with an unknown emotion. He hadn't the slightest clue whether to be wary, menacing or to lay his guard down. However, the gash spoke to the stallion, a word of caution. His own scarred body telling of many fights as well, he noted of her strange marking. Pained memories began to resurface, images of his adopted dam flashing throughout his mind. He gave a frown, his maw riddled with a large amount of various emotions. "You bring a set of unpleasant memories," The large stallion stated simply as a thought of his own, multicolored eyes peering at her dainty body.

Why was this? Why did this mare bring him memories of such remorse and anger? Ears flicked back and forth with curiosity. Why did she bring him such memories of his adopted dam? He took steps toward her much smaller frame, unworried of her personal space. He honestly did not give a fuck if she felt uncomfortable with his presence, as it was she that stumbled upon his slumbering form. He gave her time to tuck tail and run from his large stature, however he sensed this femme was hardheaded. Stubborn mares always bored the stallion, they were never fun to toy with. "Tell me why you felt the need to wake me, Mare." He gave a sneer, the distance between them dwindling as he continued to advance to the small mare.

Nostrils flared as Kaiden looked over her frame again, continuing to observe her stature and coloring. Eyes lingered on her strange facial marking, telling him that she was not of normal equine blood. She was of something, perhaps there may be other breeds of other elements here like his hell bound breed? He pondered on this thought momentarily, staring aimlessly at her cranium. Realizing he was doing so, he gave a smirk before beginning to speak. "Tell me. What breeding causes you to bear those markings," He lowered his cranium to speak to her eye to eye, nostrils flaring slightly. "I am intrigued," The stallion mused with a smirk, stomping a grey hoof to rid the flies.
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MUSE IC ! none
MUSE ! great
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! sibby

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[bg=black] Desdemona could see the rage as if it were a strange aura swirling his bodice in some ethereal fashion. Her own form became more alert as she took a cautioning step back. The mare, although her recent scuff might beg to differ, was not stupid nor did she wish for death. More oft than not it was just her curiosity and foul tongue that led her to the dangers of the world. And, while she was in a state of caution, his words sparked her to drop all concern for the warnings her gut wished to tell. Despite him giving no real sign to prove it, the mare decided he was no immediate threat, or maybe she had decided she just didn't care. It certainly would not be the first or likely the last that she'd have thrown caution to the wind and lived without warning. Hell, maybe she was just dumb. Given her normal haughty tone applied thickly upon her next words, maybe it would have been better that she had taken advantage of this slow day to find Jimmy instead. "Shit, calm down, I told you why I'm fucking here already. I, out of the goodness of my heart," her voice laden with sarcasm as she drawled that bit out, "came to give you a simple warning. There are fucked up creatures here, but don't worry I'm not one of them." An amused smirk crossed her lips as she mused, "but, isn't that what the bad guys always say?" As the stallion spoke of unpleasant memories in relation to her, Des simply shrugged her withers. And, as he approached, her eyes narrowed although gaze was fairly vacant - as if her thoughts were preoccupied in other places. The past few days had sparked reason for her thoughts to linger elsewhere, but she eventually snapped out of them to realize he had taken more than one step forward. The stallion was much closer to her proximity than she cared given what had happened when she slithered too close to Spyder. However, something clicked in her like it had during that battle, and she took a callous step forward. The distance between them had been closed and she could feel his breath against her own. Yet another stallion became intrigued with her intricate details, and Des was constantly annoyed with the fascination. She cared little for her rich Era heritage and the markings they bred. The mare had had a few gentlemen fawn over their beauty and she took that better than questions of their purpose - she always took better to things that fed her ego. "Everyone is intrigued," she snorted before backing up a pace. She began to walk past the brute, her pelt just barely caressing against his own as she did such. "I'm a fucking elemental, well, just barely," she couldn't help but laugh as she acknowledged her elemental bloodlines. The mare didn't do such often, for the elementals represented a a dark power for the leaders of herds all over. They allowed horses all over, normal and elemental alike, to scare their herd with outrageous tales and forcing them into their 'place.' Des had never fed into the hype, but that issue was another tangeant entirely. "My pops is part Era, or some shit like that." The mare had continued to walk as she spoke, finding herself at the shoreline. She watched as the water crashed down and puddled about her legs only to recede quickly from her form. The water was cold on the beach, but it always was. Glancing back at the stallion after the waves became nothing of interest, Desdemona took in his form for the first time. He was a handsome enough brute, but she had never been much for that. "You seem to have a more vested interest than the normal equine, I will admit," she mused just loud enough for him to here, recalling his earlier statement. So, was that it, the markings were what made the memories flood in. Des momentarily pondered whether he, too, was of elemental blood then. The thought wasn't entertained for long - she'd never cared for bloodlines either. They didn't mean shit about who you were. It just gave her a heads up to be wary of any elemental tricks he might possess. characters|| desdemona word count|| 717 muse music|| hinder ooc|| derp de derp. sorry it took so long. -facepalm-

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[/size][/i]The brute gave a sloppy attempt of a smirk, yet his lips merely gave a slight turn of the corners. "It seems as though you have already fell victim, dear." The sly smirk soon faded as she spoke once more. Was she ever going to fucking stop talking? The stallion's attention soon began to grow apart from her attractive young form and feminine voice s she rambled on, his multicolored eyes drew to a small ruffle of greens among the line of sand and the forest. An ear twitched with debate. Should he? They looked somewhat nourishing, however, a deeper hunger lingered in the pit of his stomach that would only be satisfied with the taste of flesh. That want, need, was for his own species's flesh, but he would usually always have to settle, grudgingly, for a deer or some other species. Greens had never been enough, it was never enough. Most of his breed had merely begun to give up flesh or blood until a special celebration among their kind; some had given up flesh and blood completely as well. Kaiden could not see how they could go about this, the hunger, the need always lingered. It grew and grew until fed and satisfied like a small child; it was enough to make a stallion go mad.

"Tell me, mare, this breeding you speak of, do they feed on flesh as well? And perhaps blood? Yes?" Kaiden glanced to the feminine of his genus, multicolored eyes focusing on her form briefly before flitting back to the woods, giving a shake of the mane impatiently. "No? I suppose your

The brute flashed his front row of sharpened ivories, his molars hidden in the back. "Venom. Comes in handy, however I rarely use it." The blood bay shrugged and turned away, obviously bored. The hunger for flesh was strong, he drew an ear back to the mare as he began to ponder on what to do now. Leave her? Perhaps she would want to continue on his hunt with him, even if her breeding did not share the same diet as he? No, that was too far fetched. She did not look as if

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MUSE IC ! none
MUSE ! great
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! sibby

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