From my airborne position I could see everything and everyone below. My mane was streaming back, as was my tail, my head held high, my eyes scanning below and my wings were extended to the very tip. I was now perfectly comfortable round the sea, and in it. The sound of gulls over head was welcoming and the sound of crashing waves grew louder as I came closer to my destination. The day seemed just about perfect, with the suns warmth beating down on my snowy pelt although, in reality, it was getting colder and whenever there was a gust of wind you were reminded that it was OrangeMoon.


Two figures caught my attention though and I start to gently swoop down towards them. One was a older stallion. His mane and tail were mattered and probably greasy, his horn was curved and, in my eyes, useless if it was curved with a blunter end, and his coat dappled and dark. Ugly basically. The other however was quiet pretty. She was younger then the stallion and had a snowy white pelt like mine with her mane and tailed dip dyed red and a 'normal' horn.


I land kicking up a sand a few meters away from them then trot steadily up to them. I had my compelling grin fixed firmly to my maw, my orbs a dark, alluring shade of blue fixed on the pair but as you would guess from me, from any stallion my eye's were mainly on the mare. I listen to the stallions words, my brow raising slightly but so the girl couldn't see it. Chav chav chav, goddamn chav. In my head I do childish impressions of how her spoke. Whatchuuuuu doinnn’ out here in daa big ‘ol ocean by y’self? Where yoo man at, girl? My impression of him was done in a high pitched 'OMG I HAVE A KNOT IN MY MANE' girls voice.


I could feel a competition coming on.


Well I bloody accept it.


I wait until he has finished speaking before introducing myself. "Hey guys, Matata here, and you?" Duh, my words were aimed mainly at the girl but I couldn't ignore the stallion...it wasn't his fault he just didn't have the looks or charm. I toss my head back, purposely, showing of how truly handsome I was. Things could get heated here.

"Talk talk talk talk."


OOC: He isn't ugly D: It's just Matata being...Matata, I swear D: teehee:))

(I couldn't resist xD)

What a day! The wind was whistling in her ears, whipping her mane into wild shapes as she navigated the air streams high above the beach. The ocean had lost a little of it's turquoise tinge, seeming darker in response to the changinging seasons, but it was beautitful nonetheless. Beside her darted a quick flash of grey and red as Java matched her acrobatics, the growing bat now fully in control of his powers of flight. Speaking of growing, he really was beginning to get bigger. He was much larger than the bats of the Throat, who had short faces and darted here and there in the twilight hours.

She scanned the beach and dunes below her, wondering what the ocean would hold that day. Being high up and looking down gave her an exhilarating sense of vertigo. Catching sight of a few forms on the beach, she angled her wings and began gliding downwards, swooping over their heads (a good distance above them, of course. No need for head injuries) and landing in the sand. She turned to survey the group, noting Ophelia's presence, as well as two stallions she did not recognize. Java, following her down, flared his wings and landed on her withers. "Hello, Chieftess. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." she said with a polite nod, entirely oblivious to the previous conversation and the existance of the doppelgangers (although Crowley and Elizabeth had been acting wonky the last time she saw them...)

Her attention then went to the males. One was a unicorn with a peculiar curved horn and an equally peculiar mane that ran all the way down his back to his tail. The second was a pegasus like her, with blue and silver accents on his white body. "I don't think I've met you two, though." she said, giving them a relaxed smile. "I'm Aryel," she indicated her companion with a tilt of her head, "and this is Java."

Walk walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk talk."

Was this land made entirely out of racists or something? More specifically, Unicorn racists? Everywhere I seemed to go there was at least one racist Unicorn. They seemed to be utterly disgusted at my presence and didn't once think of how handsome I really was. I mean, really, here I was, a handsome colt of young age and then there was this Unicorn who was a utter brute. Where did the world go wrong?


I raise an eyebrow at her attitude. She was a typical pretty girl with the racistness injected into her. "I will not tell anyone if you just go away, okay?" A grin tugs at my lip. She didn't want me here (that was obvious) nor did she want others to know she had been even speaking to a Skyrat. A pan forms in my head. From the top corner of my eye I spot a blue mare above and so I decide to get my act done quickly so I could greet her properly. I take a step forward, expanding my wings out then looking back to her, grin on my face. "Well miss, I'm afraid this skyrat isn't so easily persuaded. What if I tell someone you have been talking to me?"


Now I look towards the blue mare who firstly, greeted the racist Unicorn, and then stated that she was a chief of somewhere! Chief of where exactly? Another bloody racist herd with cocky follows who think they can just tell me to piss of? Well I have news for you lady, because I ain't going no where. I lift my head slightly, wondering how the hell this Pegasus expected respect from her. So this was Aryel, and java, who seemed perfectly stupid enough to think that they would get any respect back from this 'beach babe'. "Matata." Although I was quiet annoyed my voice still came across as charming as it always did. "Chief, huh? Chief of what exactly?" I look the so called chief up and down then, not expecting her to answer, I look back to Aryel, wondering what she would say.
"Talk talk talk talk."


OOC:Sorry for skipping...:P