finally, I can see you crystal clear. {open!}

[elizabeth]

THINK OF ME IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR DESPAIR
MAKING A HOME DOWN THERE, AS
MINE SURE WON'T BE SHARED

Karenza

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The ground beneath footfalls was hard, dull with age and dying vegetation. The greenery that flourished was soon smothered by the weight of a equine. The structure that passed above the earth stood at a sixteen hand height, a feminine figure of lean grace and beauty. The black canvas of her pelt danced with moonbeams, the stark glow of moon shattering the composition of ebony. Karenza passed over the lands with her thoroughbred form, black tendrils gently smacking against her neck with each stride. Her whipcord batted aimlessly against flanks as she danced along this land. Winds brought many things, and within the breeze that brought her for lock to life was one of those many. Change. An excruciating thing that could sometimes even be appreciated.

The absent company of her son, Thesan, brought an aching devastation that struck her black heart with such fierceness she cringed. Her fear of life was nonexistent, and suicide she did not contemplate. Far too devious a wench to ponder her own death near the demise of others. That was the cruel equine's soul intent, to reap the life that took her sons. A life that had done been claimed, thus she sought payment through others. Her grip upon sanity did not falter in the slightest, for she truly had no intentions to charm death in such a way to murder. She wasn't entirely sure even a witch such as she would do so, not under the watchful eye that bore in the heaven's above. A heaven that she was unlikely to reach, besides, she doubted it was anything it was made out to be.

Her proud neck was held high, supporting an ivory cranium that bore unseeing eyes. Her dark orbs were hardly identical to the bald face contrasting so dearly to her ebony flesh. Said orbs flicked in sync with their superiors, her audits. Suspicious caution lingering in her burning gaze as she looked about. What was here to explore in this new land? Perhaps friendship of some sort, she wasn't entirely sure. However, her heart yearned to not come along the company of ignorant, incompetent mares that did nothing but daffy chatter. Mares that were intent upon diverging and discussing senselessly among themselves. She sighed, welcoming the shadows that crept up her spine. Hardly uncomfortable in their icy grasp; always prepared to accept and allow the darkness to encompass her life.

She could feel the presence of the world around her, lifeless in the dead of such a quiet night. A quiet night she did not in the slightest loathe, instead, she embraced with cheerfulness. Karenza, the black beauty, was out here with the freedom of her own life. Not in the claiming grasps of any stallion and not baring the skin-deep brand birthed by their snapping teeth. Her internals also bore no evidence of their odd ways of claiming. As she continued to gaze about, even in the midst of her thoughts, not a speck of the fruitful land grasped her interest. She sought some kind of company, company enjoyable and worthy of her ever so picky time. Karenza's vanity was very much alive, throbbing and pulsing like the blood beating through her veins. The morbid crimson that seemed to glow within her orbs flicked as she gazed about, singling any motioning shadows out.

She wondered if any studs or mares alike lingered here, in this graveyard of silence. Perhaps too fearful, too cowardly to approach such a witch. However, in all truth, her menace could only be found in her gaze and occasional flares of inflammable fury. Now, only her thoughts held a grasp on that disturbing cruelty. Karenza's feelings did not reflect the same, instead, as a neutral; she was somewhat between both. Her mood was quite alive and handsome to those who payed close enough attention to her relaxed, casual stance. Now, she simply awaited one strong enough to pry inside her and see beyond that haunting, devastating exterior.

[`blueskies]

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M O O N

The sun was hot on the stallions back. Used to traveling at night, when the heat of summer had faded from the sky, Moon felt that he did not like this weather.

He of course did not like winter, when the snow covered everything in the world. When the cold killed off helpless foals and even full grown horses!

Spring was a nice season. Warm and full of the promise of new life. It didn't get too hot, nor did it become too cold. There were new foals that would make it through the year, and those cherry blossoms that tasted oh so sweet.

The fire colored paint jerked his thoughts away from the coolness of spring when he felt a small bird on his back.

Craning his crown towards the small creature, the stallion snorted lightly at the winged thing.

The bird was a brilliant blue and seemed to have some arrogance tucked up in its tiny breast. When Moon had finished snorting, the bird trilled a high pitched song to his face.

The stallion smiled slightly. A bird after his own heart. He turned his head to the other side so that his one good eye could see the bird more clearly.

Shrugging slightly as the bird settled on his back, Moon continued on in the heat of the day.

The stallion did not know if he would find anyone here, he had come from his newly claimed territory to seek out company. He had been alone for a very long time.

As the bright orb in the sky began to set, Moon relaxed. The bird on his back twitched slightly and then warbled a final sounding syllable. He seemed to thank Moon for the ride and flew off again.

The handsome stallion was just about to give up, when his scent glands caught the scent of a mare. He perked up and sprang into the easy canter that had passed on through his mother’s bloodlines.

She was near here and Moon knew it, just where in these hills was she?




Word count: 346
Muse: Pretty good!
Notes: This should be fun Looking forwads to Rping with you elizabeth.

[evening]

Talking:|:: Thoughts :|:: Whispering :|:: Normal

Soprano skittered around on his thin and tired feet, feeling himself slowly drift awake. He had just become three years old and had hoped he'd be able to find a mare. He had grown interested, his hormornes kicking in. As he stood up on his slow legs, he could smell stallion and a new mare. He noticed the smell of desperate on the male horse and Soprano sighed in sorrow. He knew he could not defeat a full grown horse. He also knew the mare would like an older stallion for Soprano was big from his clydesdale genes, his coat beautifully brown with his white ankles covered in hair.

"Oh, I'll never win a mare...."

Soprano whispered to himself as he salw the stallion effortly climb the hill towards the awaiting mare. Soprano made a decision and ran. He ran straight towards the scent of the mare, seeing Moon look around to find her.

Soprano's legs were long, but meant for pulling carts at a short trot. He had to slow down as his mucles easily relaxed into position and slid down. His legs carried his weight, his head held high. His hooves beated the ground as if nothing ever before had been so wanting, so, so, wanting. As his head nodded and his thoughts whirled, a large tree appeared. It had peaches and one, just one, apple at the foot of it.

Soprano relaxed his jaw and sprang onto the apple with few bites. His energy refreshed and he suddenly felt in danger. He salw the stallion, just not the ripe peach shrivel in his eyes. His stomach cried in pain as he buckled to the ground.

He felt posioned. He eyed the land and hoped he would not die to another animal. His eyes blurred and his head began to feel heavy. His legs trembled and his heart quickened as he salw the stallion on the hill before him....

TO BE CONTINUED

WORD COUNT: 330
NOTES: I hope I didn't ruin your rp. o3o

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[elizabeth]

I'll post soon! Sorry for the delay! D;