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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  Under the waves [Maugrim]
    #1
    It was rare for Ardashir to be out in the water for long lengths of time but, sometimes you just had to dive headlong into a new experience. His feet were still touching sand at least as he walked along in the shallows. He nipped hear and there at some of the seaweed that had been washed in closer to the banks. The taste was interesting enough to have gotten him out in the water a nice treat every now and then. 

    The colt dunked his head under the salty water a moment as he brought up another mouthful of the salty leafy kelp. Ardashir tossed his head back and forth getting the abundant water off his face as he chewed slowly. The waves rocking his large frame back and forth. He was drenched from some playing in the waves earlier where he had chased and then been chased by the white caps. But, now he was just content to stand and let the sea lowell around him. 

    The sea was still very much a mystery to the stallion. He being a creature of the land would always wonder at just want lay under the surface. The ballet of predator and prey that played out in the craggy rocks or out in the open water. Ardashir had no idea the dangers that could have been lurking right under his own hooves.  
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..


    @[Maugrim
    You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.
    #2
    god make me pay
    like the devil i am
    It is true - you never know what is lying just below the surface.

    The sea is not a mystery to him - the world above him is.

    He has no home - he never has. He perhaps has had family, and maybe he would have gotten to know them and found a purpose on those pristine beaches in Ischia so many years ago...but life never turns out the way you expect, does it? He travels alone, hunts alone. He’s a predator, though not with claws or fangs nor even brute strength. The ocean is his guide, his love, his only. It is all he needs - the darkest and deepest depths of abysmal chasms, so dim and lifeless that he does not even encounter marine life. It is only him in his soundless, floating home.

    Oh, but he craves. He craves the world above him, to walk with confidence upon its shores, to be feared, to be loved out of fear. He craves to add to his collection, to create a masterpiece of bloated bodies and salt-water stretched corpses. He is a menace, the gatekeeper to a watery grave, Poseiden made flesh. He’d take their breath, he’d watch as the very life leaves their lungs, count the seconds until water fills their throats.

    Right now, he craves that satisfaction yet again.

    He propels himself to meet the unsuspecting stallion, manifesting himself as a strong and sudden current - liquified completely, no equine shape to the push or pull. Yes, it is only the undertow pulling you out to sea, it is the rip-tide that brings you beneath the waves…. Maugrim pulls him out farther and farther into the sea, where the grey waters splice angrily against craggy rocks and corals, the anticipation and excitement causing his body to waver in and out of its liquified state, a glimmer of a face here, a malicious grin beneath the frothing spray.

    Maugrim suddenly becomes visible, solidifying as a giant wave pushes itself onto a protruding rock. Expertly he shifts, no longer fully water but fully stallion, painted the dark evergreen of algae and the bright iridescence of pearl. Dark tendrils of forelock and mane plaster against the curve of his neck and the sharp angles of his face, lifeless eyes staring expectantly at the sordid waters as he pulls his victim up, allowing him to breathe. His laugh echoes across the sound of crashing waves, gurgling and bubbling in his throat. With a swift dip of his head he bends the water to his will, forcing the colt into the waters and in between the sharp splicing rock and corals.
    m a u g r i m.


    @[Ardashir]
    #3
    Ard felt a shift in the current and tried to pull himself a little closer to the shore but there was a tug that just seemed a little stronger than the draft adolescent. He was not in panic mode just yet as he kept his feet moving pawing at the water in a swimming motion but, as he tried to push into a gallop his feet gave way and his body was finally pulled under the waves. A gasp passed from him as the white foamed waves closed over him. The soft thuds of his hooves sounding against rocks came to his ears as he was now ready to panic. The whites of his eyes clearly showing now as the terror of the safety of land was torn further from him.

    Ardashir thought that in his state of fear he saw the face of a horse just a fleeting moment. The rocks grabbed at him and cut into his legs, or they drug along his under belly. His maw opened in pain and shock and his mouth was filled with the salty sea. The thing that grabbed him materialized now before him and Ard’s mind almost closed in on itself. He knew that there were horses out there with magic and powers. He had witnessed a filly that could control fire before but what this thing was and what it was doing to him opened up a world of fear.

    A stallion appeared before the pale coated adolescent a dark painted stallion. Ard gasped as she was pulled to the surface coughing and sputtering. The chance to call out for a name or even for help passed almost within a second before the water crashed over his frame once more. The laughing of the stallion rang in Ard’s ears. The sharp rocks grabbed his flesh once more and tore him open along his legs and underbelly the correl took its prize ripping off his left testical. Ard was battered by the waves and now blood boiled into the water as it churned the salt stung opened wounds.

    The white colt fought with all the might that he could against the pain and against the water around him. He could only hold out for so long though and he thrashed with his neck and head; his legs kicked out and pawed trying so hard to swing for shore or to a rocky outcropping. He could take only so much though and his muscles cried out for air and he opened his mouth letting out what he had left in bubbles that drifted away without a care. Ard felt nothing as the darkness started to tunnel in on him his muscles gave out and he went limp. His blue eyes closed hidden under pink flesh of his eyelids the colt slipped into unconsciousness. A toy to the stallion that controlled the waves.  

    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
    You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.
    #4
    god make me pay
    like the devil i am
    He belongs nowhere except for the raging sea, and perhaps that is why he finds himself attempting to drag others down into its abysmal depths - to have them join him in his sinister home, helpless beneath the weight of his powerful ability. Blood rises to the surface - angry and dark as it flows with the ocean’s current, a bitter red in a sea of gray. Some reaches him and splashes against the pearlescent color of his pale legs, staining them a muddy dark red. He shudders, his body wavering in between his solid and liquefied self, at moments becoming entirely the same as Nerine’s raging ocean, except retains his equine shape.

    Finally, Maugrim releases his grip on the ivory colt with a bit of a frown, black eyes searching the vexatious and turbulent gray waters in hopes for more, and is slightly disappointed in the lack of excitement. The stranger’s body doesn’t come floating to the surface (not yet), and though the predator is overwhelmed with patience, his taste for blood has yet to be satiated. The sight and smell is not nearly enough, metallic and bitter in his mouth, and only causes him to crave for more. A gutteral sound roils in his throat, a groan of longing and sudden impatience, clacking a single forehoof against the wet and craggy rock he stands upon. He had relinquished his grip on his prey (in hopes of a bit more struggle, a bit more blood) and in his greediness, has lost his plaything.

    In the blink of an eye, the two-toned stallion of kelp green and pearl becomes translucent, his frame a wavering and fragile body of ocean water, frothing along the edges of where his mane and tail should be. His eyes, despite their evident clearness, are still wild and roving with near-madness in his liquified state. He allows the part of him that keeps him in the shape of a stallion to loosen, and he falls with a solid splash against the rock and spills into the water, free to roam the currents once more.

    He does not know if he will be able to finish the job he had just started, and if he cannot find the pale colt, he is sure to find another to take his place.
    m a u g r i m.


    @[Ardashir]

    You don't have to reply if you're happy with Maugrim losing him and that is how he escapes death! Thanks for letting him have some fun, lol Smile
    #5
    No problem and ty it was fun!!
    Ardashir-Nerine
    Kindred- Loess




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