11-17-2016, 12:49 AM
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He stands on the edge, staring out into the expanse of the ocean bordering the outside of the meadow behind him. The air is still, the cold a damp and heavy pressure all around him. His front hooves are but inches away from the cliff's edge, enough that as he puts more weight on one foot, he feels the softened give beneath it. A tingle snakes up his spine as a small rock dislodges and goes tumbling down, down. His ears twitch at the tick, tap that it makes as it strikes the wall. Down, down, til it finally lands below, skittering across the larger rocks at the bottom. And then silence. Above, he stands on the edge. The edge of sanity, balance dirt and rock. Briefly, he toys the idea of his body tumbling down. Would be bounce along the wall, would he scrape himself up during the fall. Would the sharp rocks below pierce his skin and bleed him. He shudders with a hiss. Oh the pain it would cause him. Delicious.
A long and slow sigh flows from his lungs and he turns in place, now facing inland. Such a fall would kill him, he suspects, and this is not yet something he seeks. The sun warms his golden and white frame, lined with black. It thaws him, slowly, like the world around him. Good, winter is coming to an end. Long, it has been this year. The cold settled in like rot into flesh, chilling to the bone, causing muscles to contract and tense. The shivers. Such a thing was nice at first, but after so long, he wouldn't miss it again for a few months. Ebony tail thrashes behind him and snaps against his haunches (a delightful sting, like a lover's spank), waving goodbye to the ocean's depths as he begins to move away from the edge.
Eyes of brown with flecks of amethyst stare blankly ahead, cold and devoid of emotion. He doesn't care to notice the other meadow dwellers, nor the reason they mill about. So damn boring. All of it. But it hadn't always been. There had been war, and then sleep. Long sleep, for him. The next time he'd woken, Beqanna had reaped what she'd sown and wry amusement swirled in those eyes of his then. Idly, he'd wondered how his dear ol' dad had taken the wiping of his treasured traits. Taking away everything he prized and possessed. Hah, what now, Dad? He hadn't sought them out, his sire nor his dam. Her, the one who doted on the man's every whim, seeking to give him anything he'd wanted. She'd never truly cared about anything or anyone else. Fuck them. He hoped they had gone off somewhere to rot together. He didn't care to find anyone, but he had found immense amusement in watching the rest all skimper at their loss of 'gifts'. They squirmed under Beqanna and her requests. Ran frantically to band together and beg for her to grant them a home. And then she let them grovel for their powers back. That was when he stopped caring, stopped paying attention. It'd grown quiet in the last few months, and Zoryn had wandered all the lands she'd given them. He'd long decided none were for him. Pangea was the only one to strike the littlest spark in his mind, but that would be too cliché, and he had absolutely no interest in pledging to some self-proclaimed god stallion. Whatever.
The meadow is where he walks now, staring blankly as his hooves slosh in the melting snow. There were caves here, and trees nearby, all choices for resting. He'd had enough rest, though, and his body aches and throbs for action. His teeth clench, muscles bunching in agitation. Ears pin to his neck and he looks up to finally set eyes on a target. Hopefully one that remains unaware. Another colt comes into view, probably the same age, about the same size- but maybe leaner and finer boned, definitely shorter. His coat is mostly black, marked oddly with small spots that are like snippets of the night sky. Star light, star bright, first star I get to bite. Zor's face is ruffled, nostrils flared, ears pinned and eyes unwavering. But the subtlest of smirks quirks up the corners of his blackish lips and he approaches swiftly like a lion to its prey. Though, probably not the most stealthy what with the muck under his hooves suctioning and slopping. So, he moves quicker.
Once within range, he snakes out his neck to aim a bite anywhere he can reach. If that fails, he slings his body into the other colt's, seeking to shove him off balance with a clash of muscle to muscle. Hopefully they will both receive a lovely bruise. At best they would both be hurting, if minor, enough to last a short time. Win-win. After his blows are dealt, the dun tobiano moves off and swings his body around to circle off with the other, standing yin-yang style and eyes calculating the colt's retaliation. Everything about him says "bring it". "What are you looking at? Do something about it." His face changes, shifting quickly from agitation to daring, anticipation.
Love me, hate me, but oh please hurt me.
OOC: @[Toli] Iiiii don't even know lol. I hope this is okay. Feeling each other out still. If you want me to change anything, let me know <3
He stands on the edge, staring out into the expanse of the ocean bordering the outside of the meadow behind him. The air is still, the cold a damp and heavy pressure all around him. His front hooves are but inches away from the cliff's edge, enough that as he puts more weight on one foot, he feels the softened give beneath it. A tingle snakes up his spine as a small rock dislodges and goes tumbling down, down. His ears twitch at the tick, tap that it makes as it strikes the wall. Down, down, til it finally lands below, skittering across the larger rocks at the bottom. And then silence. Above, he stands on the edge. The edge of sanity, balance dirt and rock. Briefly, he toys the idea of his body tumbling down. Would be bounce along the wall, would he scrape himself up during the fall. Would the sharp rocks below pierce his skin and bleed him. He shudders with a hiss. Oh the pain it would cause him. Delicious.
A long and slow sigh flows from his lungs and he turns in place, now facing inland. Such a fall would kill him, he suspects, and this is not yet something he seeks. The sun warms his golden and white frame, lined with black. It thaws him, slowly, like the world around him. Good, winter is coming to an end. Long, it has been this year. The cold settled in like rot into flesh, chilling to the bone, causing muscles to contract and tense. The shivers. Such a thing was nice at first, but after so long, he wouldn't miss it again for a few months. Ebony tail thrashes behind him and snaps against his haunches (a delightful sting, like a lover's spank), waving goodbye to the ocean's depths as he begins to move away from the edge.
Eyes of brown with flecks of amethyst stare blankly ahead, cold and devoid of emotion. He doesn't care to notice the other meadow dwellers, nor the reason they mill about. So damn boring. All of it. But it hadn't always been. There had been war, and then sleep. Long sleep, for him. The next time he'd woken, Beqanna had reaped what she'd sown and wry amusement swirled in those eyes of his then. Idly, he'd wondered how his dear ol' dad had taken the wiping of his treasured traits. Taking away everything he prized and possessed. Hah, what now, Dad? He hadn't sought them out, his sire nor his dam. Her, the one who doted on the man's every whim, seeking to give him anything he'd wanted. She'd never truly cared about anything or anyone else. Fuck them. He hoped they had gone off somewhere to rot together. He didn't care to find anyone, but he had found immense amusement in watching the rest all skimper at their loss of 'gifts'. They squirmed under Beqanna and her requests. Ran frantically to band together and beg for her to grant them a home. And then she let them grovel for their powers back. That was when he stopped caring, stopped paying attention. It'd grown quiet in the last few months, and Zoryn had wandered all the lands she'd given them. He'd long decided none were for him. Pangea was the only one to strike the littlest spark in his mind, but that would be too cliché, and he had absolutely no interest in pledging to some self-proclaimed god stallion. Whatever.
The meadow is where he walks now, staring blankly as his hooves slosh in the melting snow. There were caves here, and trees nearby, all choices for resting. He'd had enough rest, though, and his body aches and throbs for action. His teeth clench, muscles bunching in agitation. Ears pin to his neck and he looks up to finally set eyes on a target. Hopefully one that remains unaware. Another colt comes into view, probably the same age, about the same size- but maybe leaner and finer boned, definitely shorter. His coat is mostly black, marked oddly with small spots that are like snippets of the night sky. Star light, star bright, first star I get to bite. Zor's face is ruffled, nostrils flared, ears pinned and eyes unwavering. But the subtlest of smirks quirks up the corners of his blackish lips and he approaches swiftly like a lion to its prey. Though, probably not the most stealthy what with the muck under his hooves suctioning and slopping. So, he moves quicker.
Once within range, he snakes out his neck to aim a bite anywhere he can reach. If that fails, he slings his body into the other colt's, seeking to shove him off balance with a clash of muscle to muscle. Hopefully they will both receive a lovely bruise. At best they would both be hurting, if minor, enough to last a short time. Win-win. After his blows are dealt, the dun tobiano moves off and swings his body around to circle off with the other, standing yin-yang style and eyes calculating the colt's retaliation. Everything about him says "bring it". "What are you looking at? Do something about it." His face changes, shifting quickly from agitation to daring, anticipation.
Love me, hate me, but oh please hurt me.
OOC: @[Toli] Iiiii don't even know lol. I hope this is okay. Feeling each other out still. If you want me to change anything, let me know <3