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Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#1
Sacre

How creepy.

Sacre looked about with a shudder and moaned inwardly that his first patrol would be in a place like this. Yet, he swallowed back the gnawing fear of the eerie looking wood before him and entered slowly. If he was ever to become anything remotely powerful or respected then he couldn't be afraid of walking through a forest on his own. Well, besides, he wasn't really on his own. Inari was always there and the two hoped they would be together until the day they died. That was many more years of exploration and many times when scary forests might not be the only thing making his skin crawl. When he thought about it more he felt a little silly, after all he'd been a captive of the Edge and dragged away from his family. He'd travelled alone before finding Inari and in that time they had spent together they had met some very strange horses. What was a creepy looking forest compared to all of that?! The boy began to walk with a little more confidence now. He was a stallion of the Dragons Throat and the son of powerful progenitors, one day the world would tremble at his feet and finally he could create a place for himself and Roux to wander in peace.

That day, however, was a long way off yet and he still trembled too much before the world. One step at time and one day he would find that soldier's heart to fight off the darkness. If the darkness didn't find him first.

Inari was curled into a tight ball on his rump with just a tuft of red fur sticking up on top of his head. The vulpine had hunted down a nest that had fallen from a tree and, like the thief he was, stole the contents for his breakfast. By the time he had finished and the sun was peaking at midday, they had entered this perfect scene for a horror story. Carrying his friend, Sacre carefully picked his way through the undergrowth with eyes growing wider as he noted the gashes struck through the mighty pines and yet, the place as a whole was a contradiction the boy had decided. Because, in the sunlight, it was almost as if the horror like veil lifted and was replaced by a fairytale of wonder, a mystical forest that almost looked magical until the light was shrouded and the graveyard scene appeared once again. It was enough to capture the youth's attention and he travelled deeper in, reminding himself to keep listening for the footsteps of strangers and that of his herd mates.

@[Africa]
How can you smile
With your lips wrapped around a loaded gun


There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this

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Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
#2

She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
Every filthy bird and makes us drink
The poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
C O N F U T A T I S

She moves graciously, the epitome, embodiment, of silken poise -- a dagger, barely concealed, beneath the velvet folds of a lady's dress. Harlot; courtesan; strumpet; slut; coils of lean muscle and sinew, rippling beneath charred skin, voluptuous curves swinging in idle decorum, smile poised wickedly on poisonous lips -- she is none of that, and all; the World Eater come again, devourer of virtue, crusher of joy, sneering beast of thinly veiled contempt and mockery.

Brows upraise, coquet curious fanning across darkened features; she recognizes him, the little boy, and she tilts her head {eerie bird.}

From darkness she emerges, coat glistening obliquely, ears pricked hauntingly -- chilling image of ruin, her skull's mask gleaming in the sparse lighting, illuminated by thin and fragile sunlight. Threaded silver and ash; the startling twist of corpse lips as she stares at him, amber eye glittering, no words coaxed forth from between tongue and cheek. At her feet crawls shadow, the little companion overshadowed by her horrific image; her neck curls, her hoof comes smartly forward, scraping along her mongrel's tails in warning.

There is a feral hiss, barbaric snap of pricking teeth, and the yako slips free from her treacherous grip.

Faint wakening of curiosity in her bodice and she exhales softly, recalling vague memories of a dark face and blood-like flanks. Indeed, as she twists her skull, smiling a saccharine grin, drops of blood flitter, flutter from between her teeth -- ghostly, heinous monster.

"I don't believe I recall your name."

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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
Deceased
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#3

Tallsun had not fallen upon Helovia nearly as heavily as Africa had imagined it might. When the darkness had been choked by the returning sun after the Endless Night, the summer to follow had been frightfully harsh. She remembered it well after stepping from the cave that she’d found years before with Voodoo; it had been quite like the bath she had so innocently thought to take in the Basin- horrific. Naturally she had presumed that the return to light on the last occasion (after Helovia’s Darkness), would be a similar affair; Birdsong had been mild enough though and the first sting of summer much the same.

After parting from the blistering sands of her desert home, the Starry-Eyed made haste on foot in a north-easterly direction. Patrol’s had been set for the season and Silas had found no trace of the rising colt, Sacre, who would be her partner for the occasion. Their coupling was well, because she still needed to speak with him about many things- his roots, his aspirations... She sighed and smiled meditatively. She knew of two occasions already that he had helped his brothers and sisters of the sand; both recounts had been offered to her personally and a great warmth and pride filled her heart as she pondered the possibilities in his future.

Silas slipped ahead of her, riding the heavenly highway while she could not, to scout the path for any sign of the boy. Sharp eyes found no trace along the way and so he flew on and on until near midday, when the murky shadow of shifting green hues- the Forest, loomed just below. There could be no way of finding his beloved’s partner from above the thick canopy, and so the zephyr sank in vast circles, towards the first scattering of shabby, twisted pines by the southern perimeter. There he waited patiently, finding to eat the fruit of a vine crawling up one quite dead tree.

Africa arrived later at a brisk trot, sweat leaking to form small streams across her bleak-puddly coat. Above her, the sun beat down relentlessly, and as she passed into the thickening tree line she was quite glad for the relief the dense shade offered. She was not unfamiliar with the vastly wooded region, though since the last time she had passed through to gather delicious ‘shrooms and moss, the old place seemed very much darker; overbearingly unsettling (she knew a Basilisk lived in these parts, she had been given its egg a long time ago). A shiver inched up her spine and she paused, calling for her companion through their bond. The one-winged was vulnerable here, though perhaps no more than any other shackled down by the curse of gravity. Silas fluttered down from the spiked branch he was roosting upon, finding her quickly enough.

Affectionately she watched him, waiting thoughtfully for him to find his grip upon the generous, fleshy curve of her rump. His mount was too unbalanced though it seemed, and as she began again forward, he skipped between spread-apart wings to ride instead upon the more constant dip of her back. Every so often Africa paused to lower fluttering nostrils and scent the rabbit-trail she followed, but only after about an hour or so wandering did she happen, at last, upon his well dusted smell. Pleased by his apparent initiative, the young mare began to search for him a little more carefully, peering between the tight-knit maze of pines around her and listening still more intently for any sound to betray his whereabouts. Silas again took to the canopy, darting and fluttering quietly among bough and branch to track him down.

Soon after, the muffled murmur of another’s voice greets her from just beyond a sunlit rise. It was not that of Sacre’s (it seemed familiar, though she could not place its origin; it was like that of a dream), and against her better judgement she stepped quietly towards it.

There was the image of a red-brushed coat of the colt, broken by a twin sappling’s leaves; and another, a mare she had once thought to be an illusion, a Goddess. With a rattling sigh she broke her cover and slid towards them, smiling warmly, for her memory of the bone-cloaked female was not marred with mistrust and hate. The Starry-Eyed remembered well the strange reaction of the stallion in the cave, Ciceron- and the mare he was with, Parelia (who was now a close friend). Without prejudice her eyes swept across the grotesque face of the other, her stomach lurching a little within, passing the creature on the ground near to her, and then on to Sacre and the fox upon him, to whom a thoughtful nod was offered.

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Sacre Posts: 274
World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi
#4
Sacre

Sacre vaguely remembered this voice, it was long in his memory and filled with the darkness of cave life. When Inari had only been an egg that he had sheltered with his own body. Turning to view the source of the familiar eerie voice, Sacre shivers at her appearance and her sickly sweet smile that revealed a diseased mouth. Her back lined with bones like someone had ripped her spine not all the way out and her eyes were ones he could not meet without feeling slightly sick. What was this presence? Did the darkness of the caves before nullify him to her sheer dark like appearance that crept and wriggled its way into his mind like something out of a scary story. Her companion was of the same breed as Tandavi's Natraj, except with one tail less. Inari blinked and stared at it from his higher vantage point with a crossed look of forlorn hope that maybe one day he'd grow another tail and one of guarded wariness, yet he didn't move from his well placed spot. Pushing himself to dip his head in welcome, Sacre swallowed his own initial thoughts and offered his usual boyish smile to banish the tricks his mind was surely playing. After all, they had both shared a living space once. "I'm Sacre" he answered brightly "I'm not sure I caught your name either, but I hope you fair well since last we met"

There was the sound of hooves stepping on branches nearby then and Sacre turned to view the familiar pelt of the dappled mare he'd met that one time when at the entrance to the Dragons Throat. They had not much time to converse that day, but he smiled and nodded in return, happy to have another's presence beside him in the rather creepy dark woods.

Sacre struggled for where to put himself for he was surrounded by horses to converse with, yet not really close terms to talk freely though he knew them both. He decided to remain quiet for the moment, waiting and watching to see what the skull faced mare would come back with and if his patrolling partner knew anything about her. It was his first patrol and he was determined to make a good impression, though part of him wished now that he had asked mother or father about what they did exactly when they went out on patrol. Had they been looking for something specific, or simply strolling the mountain? Perhaps his first experience would enlighten him to the role he now played, but for now he quietly waited.
How can you smile
With your lips wrapped around a loaded gun

@[Confutatis] sorry for the delay!!


There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this

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