+Slip into Death+

[+Eternal Sorrow+]

I know not why I am here, but you’re calling my name,
I can’t find you through this darkness for it all looks the same.
I won’t run, only walk till you find me through the mist,
So I’ll wander forever, releasing the most deadly bliss.

A haunted mind knows no boundaries as they seek refuge in a land where they could die. They know what they’re seeking, though they do not know why. It’s only a matter of time when they find what is true to them, yet they know why they’ve come so that’s where they’ll go. Pale moonlight shone over a small, yet spacious terrain, giving it an eerie gleam. A light mist had formed above the freshly rained upon foliage as the clouds overhead began to dissipate. The trees stood in silence, wafting gently with a light breeze that came through them. The sea of greenery waved in one single motion, bending with the winds as they blew. Night time had come to the land and all life was dormant from the early dusk grazing. It was not clear why, but a gloom loomed over the valley as if waiting for something with dark and dangerous intentions to come wreak havoc on the land. One could only imagine what that could be as a lone buck bounded snuck his way into the calm meadow, harks alert for danger. Little did he know, however, something in the trees was stalking him, longing for a swift, but painful kill. This swindler was blood thirsty, wanting a buck to be added to the menu and list of kills under their belt. Seeing no danger as of yet, the buck let out a solemn sigh and lowered his crania to the dampened earth. He grazed with no knowledge of what was about to happen to him. Who was this beast that dwelled in the aspen grove, longing for death themselves and also seeking it upon other creatures? True it might not have a taste that could never be filled for blood, but the flavor enough was appropriate to send them into a spree of killing. The buck grazed in silence while the attacker began their stalking procedures, darkened orbs hidden in shadow as they watched their quarry oblivious to the fact it was about to be brought down. Maw opened, revealing gleaming ivories that shone in the moon’s light. The attack was about to begin...

All at once a palomino mare burst through the trees, breaking saplings as the beast did so. She struck the buck with full, bone breaking force and the sound was let loose throughout the meadow. A small squeal erupted from the buck as he moved into retaliation against his assailant, antlers lowered and ready to strike. The mare reared upon her hinds and flailed her hooves at the creature, only to get a gash across the tender skin of her belly. The scent of her own blood sent her into an unknown amount of pure rage, aggression of her blood taking control of the banshee. She sent a spine-chilling call to the heavens and slammed down upon the back of the helpless creature, backbone snapping in two. As the stag fell to the ground lifeless and bleeding profusely, shrew smirked in satisfaction of her kill, knowing there would be more of them eventually. For now this was sufficient. Turning away from the creature, blood spattered on her maw, she licked it clean and went for much better foliage toward the edge of the meadow. All she needed was the taste of the crimson liquid, although horse was much more adequate to her desire. She let out a snort, flints making their mark in the soppy land as pillars carried her to the best spot for feeding. Would the scent of the blood be enough to draw a blood-crazed behemoth such as her? She thought so, that’s why the deed was done, merely to draw attention. She hoped some pathetic light or neutral would be smart enough to stay away if they did not want a slow and merciless demise. Her breath emitted in the cool air as small puffs, at least until cerebrum lowered to the green sea’s surface. Bits of blood that still clung to her jaw slipped down it until they met with the greenery, crimson shimmering in the moonlight. Grazing was what a horse did, though the inamorata would much rather be battling a horse opponent. Nares flared slightly, taking in the scents of the valley as she waited for a brute worthy in her eyes.

[Alex]

Storm

Overall, the stallion had a look of one who is pleased with him or herself. Not so many hours ago, he had won his first land, and took for himself the title of King. Oh, pride is a compelling thing, one small emotion that can elevate a poor peasant to the highest rank, wring the downfall of a powerful ruler, and cause equines to do things they would never do if they were free from the intoxicating effect of pride. And this stallion had pride. He swaggered, self-confident, into the claiming lands, sure in the fact that no sane mare could ever deny him. His head was held loftily, and the expression on his countenance declared that he knew he was superior to all others.

The delicious scent of blood hit his delicate nostrils. Like a shark stalking its wounded prey, the stallion ceased his prideful saunter and attained the sneak of a predator. He followed his nose through the moon-bathed night until he came across the cold body of a slain buck. The stallion lowered his head for a good whiff, and a new question arrived in his mind, where was the killer?

Ah, perhaps another dark like himself? His keen eyes scanned the area, and quickly fell onto the form of a palomino mare. He ambled up to her, not in a hurry. She could run, yes, but if she did, Storm would know that she wasn't worthy and would hardly bother to chase her. For this is what Storm did- he'd test all mares before claiming them, making sure that they had proved their mettle. He wanted his heirs to be stoic, strong foals, to carry on his genes as they conquered empires of their own.

Why, hello mare, Storm called in way of a greeting, staying far back yet. There'd be time to come in closer later. Besides, he wasn't any fool, and he could see the blood on her muzzle. He wasn't a coward, but he was cautious. Because he didn't know much about this mare, she could be dangerous.

[+Eternal Sorrow+]

Why do you seek a place to hide?
For you should know I will follow, even if you despise.
The blood calls to me so you’d better run,
Hunting you is only half the fun.

Harks swiveled backward as the pulsing of the earth became known as flints picked up the vibration. Ah, so someone had scented the crimson liquid with flared nares. This was satisfying to her because she knew no light nor neutral would dare seek to claim this lunatic banshee. She snorted into the ground as he made his presence, though she could feel the change in the wind as now it barely hit her because he was standing in its path. So what was his purpose here? The mare had an idea, but she only kept silent about it, not wanting to give away something that might be important. A low growl emitted from her throat in slight warning for him not to be too hasty in trying to claim this reckless spirit. She knew her place in this world as well as how quickly she could kill, given the buck that lay just a few yards away. Maw continued grazing upon the fresh greens and though she preferred the taste of blood as well as flesh, she knew it would not set well with her entrails. At his approach, she merely tried to ignore him. She would not play easy to get, but make it harder than hell for her to be claimed. If he wanted her that badly, he would fight for her because she would be a powerful ally, this much was clear. Voids closed slightly, glaring at the ground as hide shivered slightly as the wind changed yet again. So he had moved closer to her, but not too close as if to be attacked by the d**ned empress. A smile crept upon her maw, more of a smirk than anything as it was meniacle at best. The wind blew over her back and washed over the emerald kissed land. The aspen trees gleamed silver in the pale moonlight and their tops shimmered as the breeze blew over them. The mountains in the distance were black with a storm raging through them. The sky itself was clear with the moon shining down, making the demoness appearing like she would have been a light, but that was not the case. As she raised her head, the emptiness of her eyes let it all unfold. This mare was a horror film waiting to happen. Her killing methods were not quick, but slow and agonizing to bear. It was clear that she could do damage with her bulky frame and sharp ivories as she somewhat bared them at the stallion, audicles pinned as he just stood there, not giving her a calling, just saying ’hello mare’. She wasn’t just any mare, oh no. She was an experienced killing machine, but kill a stallion? Not likely.

“Welcome to Hell behemoth. Its empress stands before you,” she growled sarcastically. In a way, she spoke the truth because she had called earth hell many times before. She was wondering if her words had angered the beast, but that didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that he had the look of a dark and that was what she was searching for. A light would only just receive death and a neutral would receive brutality in the form of a daily beating, but a dark.. Well a dark would be an ally and that is all that she desired. That and an heir when she came in season, which was dangerously approaching. Orbs showed no emotion as a single flint rose and struck the ground, pawing it restlessly. The scent of the buck she had killed was driving her into insanity. The taste of blood still lingered in her mouth as she had spoken, but the rage was subdued for the moment. If this stallion had intentions to harm her, however, it would be unleashed like a fire in a thick field of brush. She would not stop until he was lifeless and the blood was running around hardened flints. She eyed this stallion warily, however, in case he tried to do anything to her, mainly force breed her. Stallions were notorious for doing things like that, but she would not let him mount her. She would fight for her life and maybe kill him in the process. Yes she was a danger, but only when provoked.

[Alex]

Storm

Storm took the liberty not to reply immediately. His black eyes elevated as he glared at the moon. It was a fat gibbous, but not quite a perfectly round full moon, as it would be in a few days. The stallion glared at it. Moonlight was such an inconvienient thing sometimes. Instead of creeping freely in the dark, the stallion found himself avoiding the pools of silver light the satellite cast upon the earth in order to remain hidden. He hated how it tinted horses' coats as well. It made them look all light and happy, not caring how black the horses' hearts were. Storm's coat was hued a soft chocolate color, and he twitched it slightly as though to throw the moonlight off. It made the mare's coat shine, as well, as if she were a light. But only darks would speak that way and graze with blood drying on their muzzles.

Finally, it was time to reply to the mare. He had to tread carefully, for after all, he was young and inexperienced. He didn't want to end up like the buck yonder. He took another few steps closer, trying to approach near enough to perhaps present enough of a threat to the mare so that she'd cease her grazing and pay attention to him. He knew she probably wouldn't, but was ignoring him purposefully. Trying to make him feel like the dirt she so carelessly trod upon with her lethal hooves. However, nothing could make Storm feel like dirt. He knew who he was, and was proud of himself. After all, how many three year olds are Dark Kings? How many immature colts could have ridden out that perilious storm and swum miles through choppy water to reach land? Storm rippled his hardened muscles. Yes, he'd filled out nicely after two. Now to claim a mare- a high obstacle over which he must leap to truly become a stallion.

So, do you have a name to match your, er, title? He said, a note of sarcasm in his voice. Or do you not think my ears worthy of hearing it? Storm dropped his eyes from the mare to scratch his head along his foreleg, trying to reach a pesky insect that had landed on his forelock. Finally, parasite gone, he stretched back up to his full sixteen and a half hands.