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Young body slips through shady trees, solid hooves striking the earth with a soft thud. Pink nostrils flare as muscles work hard, pushing rose gray body forward. Plum eyes drift to trees ahead, the dark stars of the night sparkle above elegant features.

Dark plum mane and tail flow behind. Gnarly horn shoots out of smooth forehead, shadows cast down on back. Facial designs seem to glow slightly as moonlight shines down. Velvety pink muzzle sticks out towards shadows as body moves forward.

Solid hooves dig into soft earth, head is lifted, pink muzzle reaches towards dark sky. Clouds begin to cover lovely night sky, and rain begins to fall like falling tears. Wet drops slide down coat, soaking body down to the bone. Chills are sent up through spine, spreading out in sleek body. Although the urges are strong, mind stops body from shivering, from reacting to the cold. Face of stone gazes into the dark shadows, nostrils flare. Ears flick back, thinking some one was there.
"Come out here." Strong and flat tone booms out, plum eyes remain focused on black shadows. Out of the corner of plum eyes a shadow moves. Head snaps to that direction, vicious eyes focusing on any movement. Something moves from behind a bush, and leg muscles tighten and release. Body is launched forward at movement, and solid hooves are brought down. A loud splat comes from under hooves. Legs lift up, and black hooves are painted in red. Plum eyes drift down, seeing a mangled body of a dead rabbit. It's brown pelt is soaked in blood, it's ribs have snapped and it's head has been crushed. A sly smile slides across pink lips. Ears flick back, trying to locate another sound.


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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>



When the Goddess of the Moon had slipped into the shadows after cursing the golden beauty Phae felt....An itch? She couldn't quite describe it - suddenly she felt lighter? Was that an appropriate way of putting it? No..that wasn't it...

How about I describe it for you, since I know what happened to the golden girl, but she doesn't;

Phaedra has been cursed by the Goddess of the Moon. Although she isn't fully aware of it yet, her appearance has drastically changed. No longer is she the glowing and youthful picture of beauty that she once was. Now, she is a rotting thing: She has aged several years, and her body appears to be heavily burned, or wounded - for there are deep and ugly scars covering her from head to hoof. Her creamy curls have fallen out in clumps, leaving her tail bone exposed, and her neck barren. Her teeth have almost all fallen out, and her chest has shrunk as if she hadn't eaten in weeks - her ribs and bones sticking out of a coat which lacked lustre, and appeared to also be falling out. She isn't aware of the full extend of these changes yet; but you will tell her, won't you?

Feeling an odd strain as she walked through the threshold, the pegasus ignored it - she was too focused on the words of the Moon Goddess, and what their interpretation was. Actually, what she was really think of, was the magic she was promised; the magic of the sirens.

Come out here

Hearing a voice, Phae moved towards the sound feeling confident as ever. As the oddly-marked mare came into view, standing over the bloody carcass of a rabbit, Phae frowned. She meant to say, Catch of the day, sugar? but without the majority of her teeth, it sounded more like, "Cat' o 'he day, shuger?"





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There is another. An ugly mare steps out, not to mention there are wings on her back. A snort of disgust flies from nostrils. Plum eyes drift to toothless maw, and then to skinny body. Tail bone and neck are left exposed, scars line the body in immense amounts. Dirty coat falls out in clumps, leaving bare skin.

Ears flick back, lanky legs step side ways, leaving the rabbit carcass to rot. A disgusted look crawls across precious features. But no pity or sorrow came from the heart. Instead it was hate. A hatred for all of those without horns. A hatred that burned deep within. One that would not go away.

The scent that drifted from the disgusting mutt was a smell no one could describe. A smell of rotting flesh. It seemed as though they hadn't bathed in forever. When words escaped said thing ears flick back, brain goes to work trying to figure out what bedraggled creature said.

Giving up head turns to face dead rabbit again. Even that was looking better than the old hag. Stooping head down in elegant movement teeth take rabbit carcass and walk towards the bedraggled hag. Maw opens slowly and head stoops down, dropping the carcass with a soft thunk.

Unknown to this lands' customs, words slip out of maw that most would freak out about."Eat it." Stern plum eyes watch and wait for old mare to stoop down and bite into juicy flesh. This was a custom in other herd, but youngling had yet to find out it was not supported here. Plum eyes focus on bloody carcass, waiting silently.

Although young, plum eyed beast was wise and vicious. The rose gray had only been on this planet for a year, but she was already a monster. One that no one could tame. One that no one could turn back. Rose gray had chosen the path of hatred, and was consumed by darkness. Not even a god could force her into kindness. Faking love and true emotions were a specialty. Acting as though love and kindness was her nature when in truth thoughts of murder roamed her mind. Already she had brought death to many, leading them to the gates of Hell.

Impatience began to grow, waiting for creature to eat. Muscles tightened, but brain force them to relax. Only the slightest bit of patience was left in black heart, and it was being wasted. Silence still drifts through air, and magenta pools focus on rabbit, waiting for a chunk of flesh to be bitten off.

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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>



For a horrifying moment, Phae that perhaps this strange creature was the one who cursed her. It was as if Phae was only noticing for the first time, the changes she had undergone. Running her tongue over her gums, she counted only 3 teeth. Panicking, she counted again, and again and again; but she hadn't felt them fall out...? Could this really have been all done by the Goddess of the Moon? Raising her tail slightly, she felt the absence of the weight of the hair there - feeling only her tail bone moving. It was as if once seen in this ugly form, it was truly becoming real. Her body felt older and sluggish. Craning her neck around fearfully, she saw how sunked her rub cage was, and how concave her chest and shoulders were. She looked like death was only moments away from claiming her.

Fearfully, she looked back to the strange mare, standing over the dead rabbit. Eat it, she commanded. In a stupor, part of her believing that this mare was the cause of her curse, she dumbly looked down at the rabbit. Will this stop, if I eat it? She wondered - grasping at straws. Had the conversation with the Goddess of the Moon even happened? Or was that some implanted memory that this demonic creature had implanted into her brain? Confused overwhelming the once golden beauty, as she hesitantly stepped forward, eyes fixated on the bloody pulp that had once been a rabbit. "If I ea' i' thith will thstop?" If I eat it, this will stop? Phae was once again horrified at how her once melodic and flirtatious voice now sounded - it was strained with age, not to mention slurred due to her missing teeth.

From the sky, a whir of black, white, and orange appeared. Stella, shrieked with frantic worry as she shot towards Phae; her black wings tucked neatly to her sides to increase her speed. She halted her descent inches in front of Phae's muzzle, chattering with worry. Flapping her wings, she sent a flurry of images towards her bonded's mind, her orangey-yellow face rapt with concern. The little bird didn't know what was going on with her companions appearance, but knew her mind well enough to know that this was still the same golden mare. Spinning in mid air, the little chick trilled angrily at Azucar. Still, Stella was not about to let a meal go to waste, simply because Phae ought not to eat it. Dropping a few feet, the secretary bird inspected the rabbit with narrowed eyes, trying to determine if the meat was spoiled or not.

[Ack. I didn't see this was for the Basin when I originally replied. Sorry!]



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A hoarse call, and a flash of ghastly white lit by the moonlight; sharp talons and a sharp beak snapped and clicked, blue-barred wings flailing and icy eyes staring. Stella was not the only bird to have caught scent of the rabbit's fresh corpse, and Irma had both the guts and the talons to take it. Size was on her side compared to the younger bird, and ruthlessly she aimed to take the carcass from right under the other's nose. If unchallenged, she would simply take it, and fly off a little ways to enjoy it alone.

But it was impossible that one would come without the other; glimpses entered his mind, from the breath-hitching dive, the ground looming closer in bits and pieces, and then the three shapes as the owl's keen gaze took in them all. A small, gangly bird, which seemed to be Irma's immediate concern, and then one oddly colored mare, and one ugly mare.

Wait- the hell?

It rang of memory, something he ha seen before. Racking his brain he came up with a grumpy, old unicorn, who had shunned their attempts at help and kindness. He had had the same ancient look, sunken sides and eyes, thin, drab mane, though no bony, gnarled wings protruding from his shoulders. The other had legs that seemed nearly black in the monochrome light of night, fading into a body he assumed was no usual shade. Was that a flash of a horn? Irma's glance had been too brief and at too odd a perspective, and he didn't feel like bothering her to puppet for him. He had to check it out himself, and with a shrug of his shoulders he set out at a long-legged trot, eating up the distance between them.

With the moon shimmering upon his alabaster hide coupled with the moon-shadow lying across his eyes he seemed truly ghastly, something from the other world come to haunt again. Silver rays glinted coldly off the frosty tip of his horn, and when eventually his seemingly blind eyes found the pair, he saw that one was, indeed, a unicorn. Both were mares, unless his nose deceived him, but only one was of interest to him. Ignoring both birds and the dead rabbit he dipped his head slightly at the unicorn, wondering about what shade the sun would reveal her to be. Gray? No, it had to be tinted with something else — something more lavender, perhaps? "What an odd little gathering," he remarked coolly as his gut turned at the sight of the Pegasus. She was truly a wreck, old and wretched; would it be considered a mercy of he killed her here and now? Or would they know? Would they come for him and his kin, screaming their curses and forcing their brands and labels upon him? He could not risk everything for the sake of mercy. His silver eyes swept onto the unicorn; the quicker they got away from the Pegasus, the better. Mauja was not as stable as he had been, and he knew that the longer he lingered, the harder it would be for him to hide his revulsion. Age was no stranger to him, but she seemed sick in some way.

Or it was just what he wanted to believe.

"Need a home, darling?" he asked the mare with the painted grin in a murmur.
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[[It's alright aud!]]

Magenta orbs stare, muscles tense. Silence between young one and old hag is like a thin layer of glass. Waiting to be shattered. Old hag was only just discovering her appearance. A fearful glance towards the demon and then to the bloody carcass. Silence is still between the two, and form moves forward, showing the mare how to eat it. Sharp white teeth reach for juicy flesh, taking a chunk off of the ribs. Jaw moves in a chewing motion as blood drips from lips and flesh is eaten. Swallowing, magenta pools drift to old mare, waiting for her to bite it. Tongue slips out between lips, catching bits of blood. Maw opens, and old hag speaks.

Elegant head cocks sideways slightly, trying to figure out what mare means. Finally the plum eyed beast speaks, voice tinted with poisonous words.
"Although missing teeth, you must speak clearly. And no, whatever is wrong with you is not reversible." A stern gaze is given towards the toothless mare, and by now thin layer of silence had been shattered, shattering into millions of pieces. Plum-eyed beast waits, but out of the corner of plum eyes a black and white flash is spotted. When head is cocked a small chick comes soaring down to the hags' side, interacting with her. Ears are flicked forward and for a moment jealously creeps into black heart. But mind notices fault and instantly ears flick back and heart retains it's blackness. Small chick scans dead rabbit, trying to tell if it was safe to eat. No words are spoken as plum-eyed beast waits for one of the two to eat it.

Another comes though, a muscular stallion with black spots. He appears ghastly, and plum eyed beast stares at him, a sly grin coming across her bloody good lips.
"A home? With unicorns? I can't stand hornless horses." Eyes are rolled and words are spoken with a slightly flirty tone. Plum eyed beast had been waiting to get into a home with only unicorns. As sweet as a smile the plum eyed beast could manage was painted across delicate lips.

[[idk if Mauja is solid or still has a ghostly look to him.]]




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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>



As Irma swooped down to steal the fresh kill, Stella chittered at the larger owl angrily. She had never experience this sort of thievery before, and was not at all appreciative. She projected feelings of dismay and anxiousness to Phae's mind, but the sooty palomino was not paying attention; she was far too lost in the confusion of her new appearance, and of the suddenly arrival of Mauja, to pay much attention to the slighted little chick.

As the large spotted unicorn arrived, speaking to the coloured mare, Phae suddenly wondered if she had unknowingly entered into some meeting of the Basin? She could tell them that she was a member of the Grey…that she had spoken to Psyche and that they had offered their services…It wasn't as though Psyche had turned them down per se…The palomino believed that if push came to shove, Psyche would rather be victorious, rather than perish for lack of asking for aid. Even so, she certainly did not look as though she belonged to a group of mercenaries. She looked like she belonged to death.

Although missing teeth, you must speak clearly. And no, whatever is wrong with you is not reversible.

Not reversible. Speak clearly? How was she to do that? As their condescending eyes washed over her in waves of disapproval, it suddenly became too much to bear. The mangy skin, the molted wings, the missing teeth and sagging skin, her emaciated appearance - her missing hair; she could bear it no longer. I can't stand hornless horses So he is from the Basin Phae assumed, looking with sunken eyes to Mauja. She had no idea who the lost frost-King was, but didn't want to stick around to find out; she was a pegasus amongst racists, after all.

Breathing rapidly, appearing as though she would hyperventilate, Phae looked to Stella, urgently sending her mental commands to come and follow. Normally she spoke aloud to the chick, forcing her to learn to speak, rather than communicate only telepathically with simple imagery. Now however, given her current company and current state, she decided it was warranted to take the easy route. Shuffling her wraith-like wings on her skinny flanks, she wondered if she even possessed the ability to fly anymore - she weighed significantly less, and so the scrawny wings may still support flight. However, given the number of feathers that she had lost, she very much doubted that they still remained aerodynamic enough for flight. Shuffling, now fully aware of the decay of her body, Phae limped from sight.






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( he's solid. )

Uncontested, proved supreme at least for tonight, the snowy beat's talons sank deep into the red, fresh meat of the rabbit. Sparing not a glance for the slighted chick she beat her strong wings, sending up a small gale of dust before managing to lift for long enough to glide a small distance away. She had no interest in the affairs of horses, and in the shadows of the Threshold forest she planted one clawed foot firmly upon the corpse and began to tear the flesh from its bones.

Mauja largely ignored his owl, beyond the point of knowing she was unharmed, unpunished for her little theft; they had an odd relationship, and tonight it was one of frosty disinterest. Instead his eyes kept roving back, time and again, to the mangled mare in front of him, sick fascination begging him to keep tracing the too-sunken curve of her ribs, the shadows of her bony hips and the patches of bare skin where her thin, wispy mane had fallen out. The breath nearly stuck in his throat each time he tried to breathe, yet he kept his face smooth, his eyes free from most things but the morbid interest. The yearling's voice broke some of his trance, much like a pebble being dropped upon a still pond and his head snapped around. For a moment his ears fell back in a display of displeasure, before he merely glared at her. "Such opinions should never be voiced aloud, girl," he hissed at her, angered as much by the connotations it might attach to him as by the blatant disrespect she showed. It was always wise to be courteous to your enemies before you killed them. "They are dangerous to have."

Despite the obvious ugliness of her frame, as much caused by her age as the scrawny wings upon her shoulders, he turned to face her again, turned to apologize for the rash tongue of his young kin, but she was already hastening away. Her gait was not smooth, nor particularly fast, and the longer away from them she came the more his face twisted into a grimace of distaste. "And there goes one problem," he mumbled, flicking his tail and shaking his head as if to make the image of her rattle and fall out of his skull. He'd rather not dream about her, rather not be chased by her in the labyrinths of his nightmare. Age and decay would come to them all; he did not need it brought to him in dreams. His moon-silver eyes narrowed in the darkness, and drawing a deep breath to ensure himself that they were alone, he suddenly rounded upon the young unicorn. Brash racists with bold tongues brought ill deeds down upon them all, and the sooner they learned to keep their mouths shut, the better. With cold ire in his eyes and features she was one of the first to experience, in a long time, why he was known as something frigid and heartless.

"Fool!" he hissed at her, the bite of winter's coldest winds in his low voice. "Do not speak of such things aloud, where you do not know of the situation. This entire realm is distrusting of us already, and we do not need young, brainless girls making it worse. Keep your mouth shut about it or I'll freeze your tongue to the roof of your mouth!" With a sinister look of darkness he felt it spread through his veins, like a cold liquid made of nothing but dark intentions and absolute chill: an exhalation filled the air with white smoke as small crystals of ice formed within the blood of her tongue and palate, but a merest hint of what he could, and would, do. "If you wish for greatness you must learn subtlety. If you want dominance, you must wait in the shadows for the right time to strike. Learn patience, or be useless." Mauja raised his head in the dark, moonlight touching his face and for a moment making him seem ethereal, an ice revenant from another world. Leveling his hard gaze at her, he let his cold voice penetrate the night's silence again. "Can, and will you obey?"

If she could, she would be welcome in his home.
If she couldn't.. something malign tinged his expression, curved his lips into an ominous mockery of his usual smile.
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[[Sorry to keep you waiting! Azucar's account was deleted so I had to remake it! ^^;]]

Magenta eyes glance at the frosty stallion. Cold seeps towards mouth, and instantly eyes widen. Brain catches fault quickly and expressionless features are placed back onto face. Eyes flicker towards where the old hag had been. Shadows surrounded her as she had left out of sight. Another glance towards the frost stallion and a slight snort comes from flared nostrils. Muscles ripple under grey hair and leg steps forward.

Plum eyed beast does not speak. When asked a question a simple and strong nod is given before plum and blue eyes meet. Afterwords tail is slapped against thighs and back is straightened. Elegant head is lifted in graceful manner, and sun beams down on exposed back. Ears are angled back, constantly moving towards any sound. Eyes flicker, scanning the white stallion. Blue horn is placed above head. Behind ears sit dark feathers. Eyes are icy blue, almost cruel like the plum pools staring into them. Feathering around hooves and black spots all over body.

Inside the monster stirs.
After the worn pegasus. She'll be easy to kill off. Cruel smirk crosses lips before disappearing just as quickly as it came. Eyes narrow somewhat as mind scolds itself. Black heart beats evenly, although skipping few unneeded beats here and there. Plum eyed beast didn't care. Instead focus remained on brethren that stood before muscular and young body. Silence slips quietly between them, and beast waits for frost stallion to speak or react in some way. Anyway.

[[Worst post EVER. :/]]




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( no worries~! this is pretty crapastic too xD )

Eyes of moon-silver narrowed in the darkness, drinking in her surprise with both satisfaction and a deeper, darker unease. Was this what he was supposed to do, potentially make enemies out of racist recruits? To threaten to harm his own kin? He ground his jaws together, watching as she wiped the emotion off her face — so young, yet already playing this game, yet foolish, thoughtless, as all children are. As you were. With his ears against his neck he watched her through slitted eyes, knowing that if push came to shove, he would gladly sacrifice an individual for the safety of the entire race. Unflinching, he watched as she moved a little closer, a simple nod given. Something about the menacing way she eyed him, the blunt ways of her words, reminded him about Monster; she obviously possessed more ability of language and thoughts, but she held the same dark, feral edge. He would have to watch her, and carefully. Racist she might be, but Plague material? He wasn't sure yet.

Better to keep your enemies close. If she would turn out to be a nuisance and a mayhem-causer, he could put her down if she was within reach. If he left her to her own devices.. if she was allowed to roam unhindered through the landscape, who knew what ideas she would get, or who would hone her mind, and for what intents and purposes?

"You can come." He delivered the verdict with a rather quiet voice, though there was something hard and firm in it. Almost harsh. Boring his icy gaze into hers for a moment longer. Then, with a flick of his white tail he abruptly turned away and began to walk north, weaving easily between the trees. If she had any interest in his promise of glory and greatness, she'd follow; if she didn't.. his ears leaned back, listening. He might give her a bit of a nudge to get her going.

( eurgh either you post again, or you just let me know OOCly if she'll come along? ^^ )
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