( beyond the sea )

[( dollie )]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/294/chimeratemplatebg.jpg, inside commas,true] He shuffled himself as he approached the walk, his head cast low, his orange eyes wide in the moonlight. There was a slight glow from them, almost similar to a cat's in the way that the silver light reflected from his iris and sent a short burst of radiance from it. His lips were drawn into a tight line along the front of his dark gray face, and his thin ears were draped lithely in the cream mane that tumbled in thick curls down onto his face. His wings were held loosely beside him, neither tucked in nor held with any grandeur. They instead drifted loftily, their feathers swaying with each graceful step that he conducted, the long tan flight feathers dragging unceremoniously along the dirty ground. He shifted and stretched them slightly, the ratty, faded feathers splayed as he extended the arm of the wing. The short gray guard feathers blew in the gentle night breeze as he replaced them at his sides, the elbow joint even with the bottom of his stomach. A brief sound jolted from his mouth, a huff, humorless and cold. He blinked his orange eyes, briefly dampening the faint reflection of the moon in their bright surface. He tilted his face upward, toward the inky sky, the same hueless murk that embodied his pelt. His left foreleg paused mid-step, and he caught the image of the gold stocking in his peripheral vision. He smirked a little at it, the only hint of color - beside his mane and tail - along his regular frame. He continued walking, his vision redirected to what was of any importance around him. Cedar Point, that was what the humans had called it, long ago. Before time, before anything mattered. They came to play, came to forget their earthly woes, spend their currency on flimsy memories. He smirked at their fallacy - there was a reason that the humans were mere lore now. They were violent, yes, a potential - but they were stupid. They were too involved with their cerebral cortex and their thumbs to realize that they were destroying themselves. Humanity was a slow-acting poison that had doomed itself far sooner than it had even realized the damage it had done. Almost a pity. Not quite. He lifted his head and stretched to his height, perhaps the only regal thing about him. Seventeen point two hands, not exactly a giant, but a reasonable achievement nonetheless. He had the potential to be a beautiful thing, with his sharp, sport-horse frame and avian angles to his body; with the enormous wingspan that encumbered his shoulders, the pale, flaxen mane and tail. And those eyes, those eyes, perhaps he could have been mistaken for some great and terrible angel, had he held himself a little better. Chimera snorted at the very thought. He was not regal, however, though great and terrible seemed to suit him just fine. His vision settled on the remnants of an ancient, rusted ferris wheel, and he allowed his gait to slow into a sudden, fluid halt. His chin lifted as he gazed down his nose at the man's invention, contempt clear upon his angled features. "Almost a pity." ____________________ OOC; open for anyone! :]

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[raclett]

To her it seemed unpleasant to sleep. It waisted the hours you could be taking in the still beautiful colors of the mothers vast creation. There was so much to see so much to experience yet most Equines along with many other animals on the earth failed to seize the moments they are given. For Aqua every moment made a diffrence in your life and everymoment should be well spent at any cost. Many Equines can acheive this without even knowing it, those lucky Equines are the ones who love, and who are loved back. Though some Equines have no urge to love and still live everyday like anyother. Those like Aqua live everyday searching for another.
So here she was dark grey pelt almost blending in with she shadows. She could be hiding perfectly if it werent for her her teal spotts they were little but they were in numbers to high to count. The only white marking she had was just a large blaze on her large head. She looked like any other athletic built horse on the planet yet thanks to her grandfather her bones were a little thicker. Her locks were midnight black and they fell slightly over her bright teal eyes and her blaze. Her nostrils flared open just to take in the fresh scent of the air around her.
She had been standing under a tree all this time and with the sound of anothers hooves she stepped out from her hiding place and moved into a long fluid walk. The breeze made the tall grass around her wave, it shimmered very beautifuly in the moonlight. Before she had a chance to look at it she was standing infront of a dark grey stag. His eyes oddly bright and his wings at his side. She looked at him just wondering how he could have been granted with such markings a Flaxen mane, a golden stocking and orange eyes. They were odd, but so were hers. Making a point not to stare in awe she dipped her head in respect.

[( dollie )]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/294/chimeratemplatebg.jpg, inside commas,true] His eyes drifted out to the coast of the lake, which was vast enough that even his precise vision could not make it across the water. He examined it, the wrinkled and ripples that cast silver snakes across the mirror surface of the dark, inky water. The way the water created slight foaming lace around the shore, like a tiny replica of the ocean. He shook himself, starting at the base of his head and slowly working it down to his shoulders, and then out through his wings, which rustled greatly with the stretch. His topaz eyes stared sharply at the water, his mind whirring and calculating underneath the veil of impassive expression. There was no particular reason he was here, except perhaps to get away from those of the other winds. Cedar Point was hailed as some sort of iconic ground, some treasure that the winds had been fighting over. He snorted - why would they want such a run down place, that stunk of old men and their ancient demise? Why would they want the ever-lingering metal poles that jagged up from the ground, or the remnants of concrete pathways? It made no sense. He shifted and began to walk again, his head lowered in an almost predatory stance. He never seemed to walk at his full height, only stood at it - which was what destroyed all regal lineage he might have possessed. Though his gait slowed a little, and his ears picked up as an electric energy passed through him. He blinked, once, though the action was enough to shift him from his solitary mindframe. There was another in the park. He could smell her, as it was a her, but he must not have noticed it before. His eyes shifted slowly, pupils taking in every mundane detail in the primitive landscape until, almost startlingly, he came across a splash of teal spots. It wasn't odd, really. The Equinox horses weren't exactly normal looking. She was staring at him, however, that same dopey expression on her face that housed many mares - that placid, polite tone that directly correlated to the moral standing of a creature. Soft-hearted, that was probably what she was. Weak in will, maybe? The kind of mare who shouldn't be alone at night, especially when there were stallions like him around. Though, he liked to think that his morals didn't sink so low as to do something like that, it still didn't mean that he didn't find the idea of kicking the living daylights out of someone attractive. She had nodded to him, some forgotten establishment of respect or power. His ears flicked, as if to intertwine themselves in his pale mane, though he seemed to think better of it last moment. He worked his way toward her, head low, spine loose as he moved. His wings, which trailed the ground beside him, folded up as he came to a stop before her, as did his head, which raised to its height. She was much shorter than he, by at least two hands, and he was very conscious of the fact that she dwarfed him significantly. He grinned, a smile which was not at all entirely friendly, and had an air of the sinister. His wings picked up higher beside him, and tucked themselves into his body neatly, the way they were meant to be held. "Haven't you learned anything from stories? It's not safe for Little Red Riding Hood to go wandering in the woods alone. There's Wolves about, you know." His voice was a low tone, sharp and precise in articulation and almost slightly accented. He grinned a bit wider at the end of his speech, enough to encumber his teeth in the expression. "And I'd hardly consider this safe." ____________________ OOC; :]

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[raclett]

She didnt dare flinch in his presence nor at the tone of his voice. She just raised her head high and stood to her full frame. She was still shorted then him but she could atleast play off like she wasnt afraid of him. Shacking out her mane she narrowed her bright teal eyes and snorted. "Im hardly little red riding hood." She exclaimed taking a step back and turning away but keeping her ears focused on him. Obviously she wasnt welcome here and the feeling she got just standing in his presence reasured her of the thought. Somehow as she took another step away her spirit just jumped at the idea to show off. "And wolfs dont scare me.." She whispered almost flirting. From what she had seen and her this stallion was not here to joke around but she decided to take her chances. Just a few steps away now she turned to face him. She wasnt stupid but she wasnt at all playing a game. Who knows maybe he wasnt as mean as he was playing off to be.
Her eyes just sparkled in the moonight dark against her blaze but bright against her steel grey coat, somehow playing with the natural contrast of her surroundings. She looked him dead in the eye before letting herself beecome more relaxed. She shifted to her right side and let her head lower just a bit. She could still hear, see and smell him though. She had great scences and she could use them to her advantages if she needed to.

OOC: Muse is low-ish for her, im still growing used to her charecter so this post sucked... im sorry they will get better I just havent adjusted to her yet.

[( dollie )]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/294/chimeratemplatebg.jpg, inside commas,true] He watched the mare's expression carefully. He'd seen this type before, a painful, innumerable amount of times. She was the affronting type, the one who tried to puff out her feathers and seem bigger than she was, when in truth, she was just a filly. He snorted a little at her, as she flirted with him, as she walked away from him as if she could just do that. Oh, oh no, she couldn't. It wasn't very refreshing, the way she ranted and raved and almost foamed naivety at the mouth. It wasn't an entirely attractive quality, especially in a mare. He just grinned, though this time it had lost all its meager, friendly approach and had been replaced with something more dangerous, less charming. He dipped his head again, not out of respect, but simply because he was going to follow her. "Hardly Little Red?" He asked, his voice slick with a poison and dripping with malice. He smirked, closing his sharp teeth in with his lips and flicking his ears back against his pale, cream mane. "I suppose you're right. Despite nearly being eaten by a wolf, your stupidty is simply far more superior to that of Miss Riding Hood's." He stopped speaking a few inches away from her, so much that his wing briefly and harmlessly grazed her side. The feathers that touched her skin felt singed as electric energy rolled up them, through his wings and into his chest, where it then seeped to the rest of his body. He closed his eyes, a normal thing to do, as he felt her power surge through him. The horses of Equinox, they had powers. You know, flying, farsight, element control, things such as those. But he, oh he, he was the thief, the lord of them. A simple touch and he could mimic any power that any horse possessed. When he opened his eyes, things were so much clearer. His vision was good, by standard, but her powers accelerated everything. He could see the bugs in the grass, hear them working their way through every emerald frond, smell the dark smell of fish along the lake. He grinned. In truth it wasn't an exact, efficient power, but it would work in his short arsenal. He glanced at the mare, a cruel, demeaning look upon his angular face. "Super senses? Is that it?" He laughed, a deep, angry sort of thing. In truth he wasn't angry at all, not at the power. It would serve him well, someday. He ducked his head further and tucked his chin toward his chest, laughing that malign laugh. "What a pathetic ability. You won't get ten steps here." As if to prove this point, he trotted a few steps away from her and stopped in a sudden flourish, his mane and tail still swaying to his momentum. He thrust his head upward to his full height, a startling one - seventeen point two hands at the shoulder, even higher at the head. He stomped his golden-hued foreleg and glared intensely at her with his glowing orange eyes as the enormous wingspan snapped to attention on either side of him. The tattered disarray of feathers swayed with the sudden movement, and he snorted loudly as they reached their full length. "Do you think that super senses would dare help you against me? If I decided right now that I wanted to kill you, what chance do you think that you would have?" He smirked, because she had very little. What could she do, anyway? Fight back? Run away? He laughed, even more, because the best part was just to arrive. "And how will your senses help you, when a brief touch allows me to harness an equine's ability?" She was pretty, he had to admit, even in the dim light of the moon. Her senses did speed things up, and with his sight fully realized, he had to admit that the shape of her face wasn't quite ugly, as he had previously established. She could be pretty, if her naivety didn't drag her into the mud. "Now, I think I should teach you a lesson, shouldn't I? About how to treat the horses you meet." ____________________ OOC; it's fine hon <3

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red hand takes a purple terror
love knows these nuts
when we escape from the madhouse
we will... hunt down

VARISY

Light, almost silent, footfalls sounded as her defined frame moved with unspoken grace. Her neck, which she would have like to hold a little higher, was struck with an assault of pain. Her dagger like ivories, much like her brother's battle weapons, sunk into her soft lips, drawing pools of copper tasting liquid from them. Her glassy blue oracles, with a flash of emerald, rolled as she sucked up the scarlet liquid, enjoying the feeling of the liquid dancing over her taste buds. She had been following her dear brother, who was still unaware of her existence, for the last six years. She was just one when she had left. Her sibling, holding the more shire appearance of their father, was a devious bugger, but still, he hadn't noted her presence once. It had been amusing for the cunning fae, also astounded by the similarities in their personalities. Both, liked to attack and kill to feed, both had the blood crusted muzzles and the dagger like ivories, both had the same confident yet subtle aura. She had left him for a while, as she often did. She decided to do a little more exploring of the place that she would now call home. Although she would not belong to one of the "winds", she liked to know what was going on and where. The quick minded female let her pace slow considerably, allowing her painful neck to drop a little closer. Blood was still dripping from her wounded lip, but she let it trickle menacingly down her whiskered chin.

She heard the distant sound of vocals. Her ability of Superhuman tracking allowed her to hear much more efficiently than others, but they did seem close. Her nares flared, drinking in the scent, deciding that it was a stag and also a femme. A wicked grin pulled at her blood pooled maw, her structure veering off toward the scents. She broke through the slight barrier of forestry, emerging just to the right of the pair. She was around 10 or so feet from them. She caught the end of the stags words, a low chuckle forming in the back of her throat. Amusement was the expression held upon her pretty features. Although the femme had the natural colorings of a equine, none to fancy, she was by no means normal. Well, far from it. Many have called her malicious ways psychotic, she adored it. Her oddly colored oracles scanned both fae and brute, a smirk forming on her lips again. She was rather small compared to the stag, she was just a tiny bit taller that the vixen. Her cranium tossed and she sent herself closer, her thick pink tongue slivering out to trace along her gray maw. She was by no means intimidated by the brute. Oh no. She had heard his words of "gaining an opponent's powers at touch" speech and didn't really care. She had a lot of experience in the battle field. All you had to do was look at her dapple pelt for evidence. It was covered in jet black scars that marred her pelt. Some were days old, some were weeks and some years. She had been studying the stag, no word slipping through her slightly parted maw. Her oracles then faced to the fae, and a bellow of laughter left her maw. Her gray painted pelt, dusted with bursts of Aqua, were by far some of the most stupid markings she had seen on an equine lately. Well, thank you mare for bringing some amusement to my currently boring day. she spoke with humor still hidden in her lyrics. Her vocals were slightly accented, but unknown to even her of it's origins. Her lips pulled back an she gave a devilish smile, her pointed ivories showing as she did so. Varisy, pleasure to meet your acquaintances. she told them, the smile still in place. She was interrupting, she knew that. That's what made it all the more fun. She wondered if the stag was going "to teach her a lesson too"? She guessed that the fae's obvious naive exterior had annoyed him. Well, there was no chance in that with dear Varisy. A low chuckle once again sounded from the dapple vixen.

between the battle of pain and hate
we will wait, but not for our time
we'll for hate and to take
to deep... throat

THIS IS TAGGED FOR [ dollie/raclett ]. THERE ARE [ seven-oh-eight ] WORDS IN THIS THREAD. MY MUSE IS [ quite with it today ]. THIS POST IS [ complete ]. THE LYRICS USED IN THIS POST ARE [ tonight we murder by ministry ]. MY LAST WORDS ARE [ i hope you guys don't mind me butting in, i'll delete if you don't want me here ]

[raclett]

She looked from him to the mare then back again. She saw him tall and powerfull. He now had her powers, or atleast a copy of them. He was right she had no advantage against him and he probably had many against her. She just glared at him pinning her ears and baring her teeth. She stood tall and stood her ground. "I need to repeat myself?? Im not scared of the wolf, and im definatly not scared of you." Her words were like acid now she looked alot meaner then she had a minute ago. She left her words with him at that.

Turning to the fae to her right she just looked her over and turned away. The feeling she got about these two was horrably sickening. She tried to focus on the water to her left. Watching the waves ruffle up the surface yet calm her down. She kept her ears on the stag just in case. She listened for the mare tooo, just in case they tried to pull something.

[( dollie )]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/294/chimeratemplatebg.jpg, inside commas,true] He growled as another equine approached, ruining everything. It was another mare - figures. He didn't take his mind off of the aqua female, even as the other one spoke. Her mannerisms annoyed him even more than the naive mare - what did she think she was, some accomplice? Or worse, did she think that he wanted her there? He snorted and shook his massive wings abruptly, a sharp and sudden movement as he folded them back toward his body, keeping them tucked where they belonged. His neck went rigid slowly and his head lowered as his lips pulled back over long, sharp teeth. He took another step toward the aqua mare. "Nice to meet you, Varisy, oh great queen of disgusting scars." He said gruffly, sarcasm falling off his words like feathers. "Now take your high-strung, ugly ass somewhere else." He didn't even turn to greet her as he approached the other mare, so close that his face was nearly touching her shoulder. His orange eyes shifted up to glance at her face, his lips curved into an agitated, barbed wire grin. His ears flicked back, and his neck curled just a little, like a snake's. He shifted suddenly forward, his face shot out again, sharp teeth reaching out for the aqua mare's mane. He had no intentions on hurting her yet, just tugging on her mane - hard. He recoiled a little from the attempt, shifting on graceful legs back a few quick steps. "Care to abandon the act yet, sweetheart? It won't get you anywhere here." He snorted, his nose full of the scent of blood. It was the other mare's, the new one who had introduced herself. Varisy? What kind of pansy-ass name was that? It was her blood, the increased senses told him that much. It was pungent, and reeked of her, which was not a scent he was extremely proud of. He raised his golden foreleg and threw it forward, toward the aqua mare, in a loose, half-hearted attack; like a cat, toying around with a mouse. Those cats had no intention of eating those rats - they just wanted to watch the fear swirl around in those beady eyes and know that their little toy was helpless to do anything but suffer. Chimera liked to think himself much like that cat. He returned his hoof beneath him and growled, an angry, frustrated sound. His wings quivered beside him with the fury that was building within him, and his face jerked for the first time toward the dappled mare. "Well? Do you think I'm gonna play nice and share? Because I'm not. This one is mine, go find your own inadequately raised fools to mess with." ____________________ OOC; god, he's such an ass xD

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red hand takes a purple terror
love knows these nuts
when we escape from the madhouse
we will... hunt down

VARISY

She was one hundred percent correct, she was intruding. This caused her to beam her deadly smile, it was obvious the pair hadn't seen her as a threat, not just yet anyway. She took her more compact frame back a few steps, her oddly colored oracles still on the pair, and dropped her neck. It was growing uncomfortable as she had been holding it up too high. His words didn't affect her, she just blinked lazily. Just another highly strung, up himself stag. She had come across them much too often. Her tongue snaked out again to mop up the pooling scarlet liquid, her orbs swiveling down so that she could inspect the damage. She realized that she must have bitten down WAY too hard. A shrug of her compact shoulders, and her dome twisting around painfully to run her maw along her neck.

The fae watched as the stag went to strike out at the aqua vixen. Her dappled cranium tilted slightly to the side, then she realized what he was up to. Do you always play with your food? Or, are you even going to consume her? Don't tell me your just going to keep her as a plaything? It's a waste destroying such a meaty, healthy meal. she asked, and then pondered aloud to herself. The anger rose in the stag, his words making her chuckle. Her brow rose at his temper tantrum, like a little colt getting to big for his boots. I'm sorry stag, I'm not going anywhere. Try as you might, I don't give in. As for her being yours, I do not see your name upon her pelt. Actually, I see no marring upon her. So, She is still fair game. Or, are we afraid of a little competition? Do little 'meek' mares stand up to you often? Or, do you get the usual idiot's like this one? Stallions often? Question after question flew out of her maw, the flash of malice showing in her oracles. Dislike was beginning to leak from her around him. A game had been set for her, and one she really didn't want to lose. Her mind was already calculating. He was bigger, more brute force, than her. But she, had the speed and the ability to move more instantly. Her lips pursed in thought, causing them to leak more pungent blood. Her dome rose ever so slightly, to a height she could cope with without being in pain. This could get very, very interesting.

between the battle of pain and hate
we will wait, but not for our time
we'll for hate and to take
to deep... throat

THIS IS TAGGED FOR [ dollie/raclett ]. THERE ARE [ four-one-seven ] WORDS IN THIS THREAD. MY MUSE IS [ slipping from my grasp ]. THIS POST IS [ complete ]. THE LYRICS USED IN THIS POST ARE [ tonight we murder by ministry ]. MY LAST WORDS ARE [ this sucks, I apologize.. ]