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Topic Started: Jun 18 2013, 08:00 PM (310 Views)
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I think everybody's nuts.
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for Ghost and Sable.

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"so sacrifice yourself,
and let me have what's left."


Alina is not one to be of a patient nature, though she hides it well beneath the unruffled, deceiving charm that usually characterizes her pretty features. Now, however, there is no trace of that cool façade as she wanders impatiently through this foreign land, fluted ears pinned and her velvet lips set into a vicious scowl. She does not like to be made to wait, and yet here she stands—only just out of reach with her prize dangling like gold. Curved muscles ripple beneath her cream-colored hide as a heated sigh is thrust from her throat, long tresses lashing sharply through the air in a show of agitation, and black eyes throw a deadly glance that reaches long over the border to burn her pale offender. Nearly six long, dreadful years Alina has waited for her opportunity to rise to the power and grandeur that she knows belongs to her, and she is not about to allow a haughty swine—much less her half-brother—stand in the way of her glory.

The slender mare walks through the Dead Lake, hardly taking notice of her surroundings and the molten dust that rises with each step, the particles searching as they seek to grasp before settling among the arid earth once more. Winter has all but released her frigid grasp upon this continent. Indeed, there is a warmth that radiates from somewhere other than Prime’s beaming rays, as the golden shafts are choked into darkness with the thick, smoky clouds that roil in the sky, surrendering the land below in a state of eerie twilight. Alina stands as a bright beacon amidst the murky gloom, though her brilliant splendor is only a deception for the true shadows that lie within, forming something that only few dare to dream.

A writhing, cold creature.

Her gaze is fixated upon her reward, treacherous thoughts forming schemes that she will one day soon turn into reality. There is no doubt in the pale beauty’s mind that she could accomplish such a heinous feat on her own, though the wretched laws that rise above even herself forbid her from doing so. Alina will never be able to lay official claim upon a land, and so—while she loathes to admit it—that is why the assistance of her spotted half-brother has become essential. Chiron has thus far been cooperative, though his current whereabouts are unknown. Even so, Alina hardly sees herself as his babysitter, and she is sure that he will return when their plans are to be put into action. A wry grin, suspended on the edge of a sneer, coils her pale lips as she approaches the borders of the Dead Lake. Her prize, what stands as the embodiment of her power; so close—she can nearly taste it.

hybrid mare . smoky cream . black eyes . dark . 15.3hh
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thane x amalthea
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Mare - Hybrid - Bay Tobiano - 15.2hh - Dark - Cian x Crescent
The bay tobiano mare traveled with elegant strides through the hot barren wasteland. The heat to some was oppressive dominating and soul crushing, but to Sable the heat was something to be embraced and taken into ones body and replenish the soul. The sweat on her painted form was invigorating. She let the heat take over her body, surrendering it willingly to the scorching tendrils that wrapped themselves around her glistening body. Sable moved forward at an increased pace letting the heat become energy pushing her body and soul towards it's final destination. Sable had known from the very beginning she was not destined to the wretched life of a herd mare, producing offspring for who ever happened to hold her claim. She was never meant to be a passive player in the larger scope of dark politics. No she was meant to be in the center of the change working against the darkest lords in Kormada. She refused to let herself be reduced to the insignificance of a sole herd mare. As the dark mares excitement grew so did the heat with in her heart, the hatred for all of those stallion who used mares like they were some kind of pawn in thier silly game. No, Sable would show them just how wrong they were and she would do it with the mare who had already begun to initiate the change. Alina. The mare was Sables one chance at her goal of making all the stallions pay for the wrongs that they have so stupidly committed. A gloating expression curled up sables vicious features as her legs brought her closer to her destination and her future.

Sable had heard by chance that Alina (with the use of her lacky Chiron) was challenging for her ancestral home. Sable had not been able to jump on the opportunity immediately only because she was under direct orders from her mother to go fetch her father. Sable had detested being used as a personal messenger, but figured that she owed her mother this one simple service for bringing her into the world. Though when sable had arrived in the Baron she was informed that Cian was already heading towards the Dreamscape. With him already enroute Sable saw no reason why she could not make a little detour on the way back to her mother. So Sable found her self enroute to Alina and her future.

Sable caught her Aunts scent and a sneer crept over her features, she would soon be with the mare who would help her fulfill her destiny and show the world that Mares were not useless pawns to be messed around with but allies and dangerous weapons as well. She crossed the boarder of the territory line in which Alina was inhabiting until Chiron could seize the Faults. Soon Alina's pale form came into view and Sable picked up her pace eager to begin this next part of her future. As she approached the maiden mare she spoke out to her. "Alina, I am glad to have found you." Sable's tones were laced with intention and dark amusement. "I was hoping to discuss your intentions, for I would be honored to become a partner in your scheming." Her black brown eyes danced with darkness and ambition. This conversation would make or break her biggest goals in her life. It was all up to her aunt, but Sable did not have any intention of letter the other mare turn her away.
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Alecto Does Not Have A Lisp.
It is just the way he talks. Sort of like a Snake.
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I think everybody's nuts.
"so sacrifice yourself,
and let me have what's left."

The pale mare stalks the borders of the Dead Lake, the long tresses of her tail thrashing sharply through the air, matching the rhythm of her stride at they beat against her slender flanks. Her fluted ears alternate from pinning tightly against the back of her neck, to rising to rotate in the direction of her desire before lowering harshly again. Alina does not like to be kept waiting. Her façade of patience wears paper thin, lingering only as a composure that keeps her pretty features from falling into an expression of enraged annoyance, though the strength of her impatience smolders in the depths of her bitter dark eyes.

Alina can never—will never—see herself succumbing to the lowly life of a typical herd mare. It is more than pitiful, in her opinion, the way that they all just bow down willingly to the whim of stallions. The very thought causes a silent snarl to mar the pale line of her lips and a vile taste to sour her tongue. It is about time that a mare rise to dominance and prove to the entire world that females are just as capable and deserving as stallions—if not indefinitely more so. The pale hybrid mare admires her mother and all that she had been able to accomplish, but she had fallen victim to something that Alina vows to never allow get in the way: her heart. Alina is well aware that her mother was an extraordinary mare, ruling faithfully and powerfully along side her father; but she had hardly seen that authoritative, conniving side of Amalthea. Instead, she had been a victim of a broken mother, distraught by Thane’s death and unable to rise again.

Her pale lips purse into a rigid line as distant memories emerge from her young years, the images fading into darkness as quickly as they had surfaced. Alina is not one to delve into the past often, or relish in what once was. Her vision is focused on the future, what possibilities lay ahead, and what potential she can accomplish. Residing with her oldest brother in the Baron had been a phenomenal learning experience, but Alina doesn’t hope to return unless her schemes demand it; as far as she is concerned, she has learned as much as she could from Cian. Now it is her turn to manipulate her knowledge to her advantage. Alina sneers, twisted and beautiful, as a wicked chuckle rumbles quietly at the back of her neck. She will have her chance, though she would rather have it sooner than later, she can’t afford to topple the delicate balance now with any rash decisions.

The cream-colored mare catches the sound of approaching hoof beats behind her, but she does not turn until the other mare speaks. Slowly, her black eyes turn to fix on the bay tobiano, her pretty features set into a neutral expression, though the hardness in her eyes is enough to speak of danger. One side of Alina’s brow rises as she allows this stranger to complete her speech, her fluted ears hovering over the back of her neck, but not lowered. It does not surprise her that others know the faintest ideas of her and her half-brother’s plans to reinstate the rightful heiress to the throne of the Faults, and the fact that a mare might be leading the expedition is sure to cause ghosting hearsays.

Alina shifts her weight, but does not turn to face the other mare directly, instead only turning her fine head to fix her with her cold eyes. “I can only assume that you are one of my eldest brother’s children,” her gaze sweeps briefly as if to appraise the bay tobiano; the unmistakable scent of Cian’s bloodline is present, one that Alina could never oversee, “though I can hardly hope to know which one. I think it’s fair that I deserve a name, since you already know mine, don’t you?” The pale mare eyes her expectantly, demanding an introduction in her voice that is something far less than amiable. Her long, silky tail whips sharply once against her flanks, the only sign of her agitation other than her eyes amidst the façade of a composed demeanor. “Perhaps then we can discuss what use you can be to me,” Alina speaks with bold superiority, but not complete enmity; if mares want to rise with her, then so be it.

As long as she manipulates it all to her own devious desires.

THIS WILL ALL BE O V E R SOON
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thane x amalthea
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