Beautiful Disaster!}

[Zohyd//]

Elegia
the beauty of sin

Winter had relinquished its cold hard grasp upon the unclaimed souls, finally allowing warmth and color to the land, at least a little anyway. The cold grays, blues and browns that had been the theme of the area were changing gradually. Bright green shoots were forcing their way through the ground. It was amazing how such a small thing could have such vigor, such tenacity for life. Buds of leaves and blossom were gripping tightly to the spindly fingers of the trees, as if their tiny lives depended on it, which, in truth, it did. It was amazing what Mother Nature could do to a place, and now she had softened her hand, placed on the silk glove and aimed to recreate her masterpiece once more now that Jack Frost had returned to his icy cave for the warmer months. Gently, Mother Nature had pulled the tender shoots from the earth with care, softened the harsh edges of the trees a little and, as if to serve as a reminder that she was the one in charge here and that winter was not gone, blew her icy breath upon the land. Waving her hand she bought about frail wispy clouds, not the kind the promised rain, but the kind that when they passed in front of the great star they blocked out the heat radiated from it. Gradually she pulled and teased them into shape caring not about the shape of the cloud specifically, but about the overall effect. It took a bit of time but she did not care, she had no one to answer to and no one to serve, she called the shots, and if you thought otherwise you are, quite frankly, a fool. By the time she had finished, night had loosened the grip of its spindly fingers over the land, and it was dawn again. The sun was just visible over the horizon, the last shades of night sky being chased away and the clouds were streaked with dawn colors. Bright pinks, reds, golds… all those majestic colors, and the world was held in a daze, admiring the scene that Mother Nature had created, for nothing and no one could create anything like it.

Mother Nature rocked back on her heels, pleased with herself and what she had created. She knew perfectly well that this was all of her own design, and felt quite smug about it. However a sharp snapping of a fallen twig roused her from her reverie to frown upon those who had broken her concentration. A solitary figure roved amongst the skeletal trees, and as she leant to peer closer she picked out the noble physique of an equine. The snow white lady was idly picking her way along, her limbs high stepping and moving her lithe frame with grace. Her dial was tucked neatly into her arched boa, her bottom lip almost, but not quite, touching the flesh that housed the jugular. Upon her crested boa royally cascaded locks of iron grey, forming a perfect topline. Behind her streamed a light grey, almost white banner, appearing like spun silk but in-fact forming a deadly whip to any blood sucking fiend that dare lay upon her skin. True, she was proud, but, if you didn’t show you meant business, you didn’t get anywhere in life, and this mare certainly did not want to be someone who was forgotten straight away, more like once seen never forgotten. Mother Nature smiled a little bit, it seemed the mare knew that if you had something to be proud of, then you should be proud of it, and this mare knew she looked good. But she wasn’t just looks; there were neat, clean lines, proper conformation, and strong muscle as well. Taking one last fleeting look at the mare, Mother Nature whisked off to paint the rest of the vast land to her liking, deciding to play things up a bit now that she had finished her masterpiece. The mare, not knowing that the greatest presence of all time had just left her, came to a pause in the middle of the meadow she was journeying across, nothing stirring except a few tendrils of her mane and tail as the crisp morning breeze picked at them, and her audits as they caught every little sound they could, ready to alert the mind once another presence was around.

Let me introduce you to this exquisite creature. She goes by the name of Elegia. What a pretty name for a pretty mare don’t you think? Well, don’t let first impressions fool you dear reader, that would be your first and last mistake. This was not quite your average ‘I hate everyone and I’m gonna be evil all the time’ kind of mare. To be frank, that kind of thing bored the shit out of her. There was absolutely no need to hurl venom with every word you spoke; indeed you did need to use it sometimes, just not all the time. She also hated it when everyone you came across wanted to be a ‘pure’ evil hostile. Really, was there such a thing? After all no-one chooses evil because it is evil, they choose it because they think it is the next thing to greatness. Although, don’t for one second, dear reader, think that I am presenting this mare to you as perfect, because she’s not, she’s just not like most of the other mares you meet. A bit out of the field, so to speak, but not void of a bit of space between the ears. As she looked about the 'great' unclaimed souls, she could not help but allow disdain to appear upon her features. So this was it? Well, how marvelous. It seems that she was more than slightly misinformed. For she was told that here there was greatness, but as far as the eye could see there was nothing. A snort rumbled through paper thins but she stood, and she would wait. Patience, it was, truly, a virtue. Those with a short fuse were so predictable, so easy to read that they basically brought their own demise upon themselves. However if you were able to play the waiting game, then you had more than one point in your favor. It allowed you to truly think things through, and weigh everything into your favor and victory was sure to follow. And this was what Elegia would do: wait. That’s almost all you needed in this world.

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Words;; 1,082
Muse;; Loads.
Cahracter;; Elegia

[√ RiT!]

Jasper.

A cool mist had been brought upon the land. Winter had finally retreated, leaving just a small trace of it's own existence, a slight cool to the air. Light had broken across the sky, leaving just few dark spots, which could be good or bad, depending on your intention. The light clouds above were but feathers, just adding decoration to the lovely sky. It was no surprise that the cool soon turned into a bone-chilling temperature. What could you expect, dawn had arrived.

A dark, looming figure sauntered into our area. It moved gracefully, weaving in between the long stalks of grace with an eerie essence. The way it moved, as if it was not a being hidden by shadows, but an extension of them. If you had not been looking closely, you would think there was nothing but shadow. Seeing as, for a moment the figure came to a swift stop. So abruptly did he, that you wouldn't have noticed, had you not been paying precise attention. It was odd that such a creature could be so elegant. He was very large, everything you would expect of a Gypsy Vanner. The hue of his coat made him blend in with the shadow and mist, as if his own yin and yang; a dark ebon, matched by the most pristine white. His coat was sleek and silky, a result of health and cleanliness. A broad chest was home to his large heart, very deceitful that organ was, and muscular legs carried the stallion with fluent strides. Silky feathers on his hooves made his bloodlines easy to distinguish. This magnificent male appeared to be as still as a statue now, banner flowing in the wind.

Why has our beast stopped? Dark black eyes had caught sight of something, something scrumptious. His head was arched at a ninety degree angle on his perfectly muscular neck, paper thin nostrils flaring. He took in the scent on the air, his eyes widening with pleasure. This was something he did not want to miss, something he would not pass up. A gorgeous mare in the claiming grounds, and no other stallion to claim her! It was a shame, Jasper would have enjoyed the competition. Boredom had come to him so easily, he was sick of it's company. The brute stood quietly for a moment, just taking in the divine creature he was about to approach. His steps were barely audible as the stag approached the mare. Her glorious white pelt almost glowed in the dawn light. Taking in another whiff of her delicious scent, the stallion stopped.

His dark eyes glinted in the light, taking in her lovely frame once more. A prize, at the least. Her graceful bodice was poised perfectly as he studied her. The fire behind her eyes was enough to make him go crazy. A wild one, she was. So different from all the other mares he came across. Jasper stood, a smile played upon his maw as he exhaled. The stallion was silent for a few moments, enjoying the serenity of this scene. The male's smile faded into a dark grin, and then disappeared. "Greetings, love. I'm Jasper, what is the name that the gods have cursed upon your... picturesque frame?"

[/color] It took him a moment to come up with a name for her beauty. He flashed a charming grin before waiting for the mare's answer.

He wasn't a male of many cruel intentions, not for entertainment anyways. If he had a goal and needed to hurt a few to get to it, then yes, he had no hesitation in inflicting pain on others. Not so much of a sadistic Hostile. The stallion was very confident in everything he did, and for good reason too. He usually gets what he needs done. A wise being in the least, Jasper took the knowledge he had and used it to his own benefit. Eyes flickered back to the female, then silently scanned the vast area. There were a few other mares, but none compared to the one before him. He was fortunate to come across her.[/blockquote][/size]

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Word Count ;; 683
Comments ;; A bit rusty, please 'scuse the... badness.

[Zohyd//]

Elegia
the beauty of sin

Never once did her patience waver. Elegia was not one to go headlong into something, oh no. Her fuse was a long-winded one, and strong to boot. She could have sat there all night and day waiting, just waiting. Or was she even waiting at all? Perhaps she was simply anticipating, or imagining, that she was even expecting anything at all. Hm hm, now there was an idea. It sent shivers down her spine, for some odd reason. Or perhaps that was just the cold breeze that presented itself; letting her know that the cold weather wasn’t completely gone yet. Nares took in the surrounding air that seemed to behold some kind of secretive chill. The chill that you randomly get, forming goose bumps on even the hottest of days and yet there is no explanation for such a term of hair raising. Scent blew with the draft of a dull breeze warning the ghostly witch that the presence of yet another was approaching her damsel in distress look. Perhaps another victim was on the way of a full course meal, how delightful. Pools scanned the surroundings as audits tipped forth. Sound seemed to echo off of every slight curve upon the darkened trees and reflect back to her audits. Ivories slowly set back behind her kissers of rose once more, hiding themselves from the now light outside world. Lungs thumped in a rhythm of slow music, they moved so slowly that one would think that she was in the form of a zombie. And yet heart rate remained almost flat lined, maiden never got excited for nothing, not even the sweet taste of crimson that easily could be set into her own blood stream. No she actually wasn’t one that was so big on killing, only in specific matters. Would this be one of those matters? Elegia enjoyed company of brutes, they were oh so interesting, but when they got pushy, they would lessen their risk of survival.

Nares set into a giant circumference only to release a fresh burst of oxygen that was set in the form of a snort. Pink air passages vibrated as it came from the depths of her lungs, making it harsh and quick. For left limb was stomped upon hells roof. Soft liquid pools could now see a figure coming into view. Orbs narrowed to give herself a complete view of him before he was even a few feet away. It was of male form, well duh. His masculine self was different than hers, much different. He had finally approached her, and bitch could already sense his soul thriving within the light of his beating heart. His heart was as clear as a bell, so loud that it almost burst her ear drums, he was so alive and it made her mind run mad. Skull was shook as he began to speak to her. His lyrics were processed, only for her to return them I would suppose. Pools bore down into the cores of his and audits shot forward at his tone. Femora of the deceased remained hushed at first, as if she was mute. He had called her what some would say charming perhaps? Though she wasn’t, at least not in her own thought. Then he had asked for her cursing, ah something she was only willing to share to the lucky ones. So it was her turn to speak, something the young witch could be good at, or she could say the wrong thing. ”Nice to meet you Jasper. Call me Elegia.” Her lyrics were slightly laced with her Spanish accent making her sound almost mysterious.

Orbs now danced upon his bodice. He was large, well much thicker boned than her. He was painted of ebon and pearl; no doubt he was a Gypsy Vanner. A lovely breed, and eye-catching he was. Elegia wasn’t one to think much about brutes and study them, but one that looked like this she would always do a double look. Orbs landed back to his as she kept quiet. What was she suppose to say? Yes this is where the wench would become almost awkward. Her poise remained perfect however; boa arched, limbs squared up, but a awkward silence hung in the air.

Smirk now danced upon her features. Here we go once again, another male, another day.

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Words;; 723
Muse;; eh, not as much as before.
Cahracter;; Elegia

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[√ RiT!]

Jasper

Black and white figure was poised perfectly still now. He could keep still for an extended period of time. The male's ears flicked forward and back instinctively, he always kept an ear flicked back for any sound that could betray a danger's existence. Jasper's eyes wandered for a bit as he waited for the mare's response. His dark brown eyes took in the area, even though he had done this a few times before. Jasper shook out his mane, ridding of the little dust in it. Her accented voice brought his eyes back to her splendid bodice. "Nice to meet you Jasper. Call me Elegia." A wicked grin danced about is devilish handsome features. "Elegia,"

[/color] He paused, drawing in a breath along with her scent. It was like a high, he closed his eyes. She was quite delightful. His eyes flew open, the grin still there.

"is that along the lines of elegance?"[/color] The stag's eyes glinted impishly. She was very elegant, there was no doubt about it. He shifted his weight carefully, his hooves digging into the rich soil. A cold breeze sent a chill up his spine, and he shivered involuntarily. The brute's tail whipped at his legs, causing a few flies to fly away. Jasper turned to Elegia, his expression more serious now. "Dear vixen, would you be interested in accompanying me on my journey home?"[/color] It was obvious that was what he was there for, why else would he be out in the claiming lands? To make amends with the mare gender for raping some of their kind? Hah, I think not.

The brute's features were more taunting now, and a roguish smirk played upon his maw. She would make perfect foals, he was sure. But why let a fiery soul like hers go to waste? She wouldn't be a slave, no. Elegia was worth more than that, he could tell. That is, if she even went with him. He might drag her, but he really didn't want to force the first mare into his herd. What did he seem like to the mare? Did he come off as some cocky know-it-all? Honestly, he usually wouldn't care what a mare thought of him. But like I said before, he valued her soul, or what it came off as. It was sort of strange that he would just assume she was amazing and take her like some kid who saw a pretty flower and picked it. No, but Jasper could see the flame in her eyes, the glint that said 'try me'.

That was too much to pass up.

And Jasper would have a hard time trying to keep his calm if she did choose not to come with him. It would be a great loss, this mare. But you don't miss what you never had, right? The ebon and ivory stallion tried to shake the thoughts away, but they still hung, looming over him, waiting for the very second he would let his guard down so they could infest his mind once again. Jasper let his forelock fall over his eyes, hiding the deep pools of chocolate. He waited patiently, face blank.

He face portrayed a calm, collective stag. But inside, his thoughts and emotions were racing back and forth, bouncing off the sides of his mind in a chaotic explosion. Jas let out a low sigh, keeping his face cool. It wasn't that he was a spaz, he just hadn't claimed a mare like this in a while... Well, ever, actually. But that was besides the point, his objective now was to...

wait.

What a great objective.[/size][/blockquote]

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Word Count ;; 597
Comments ;; No muse; there wasn't much I could come up with. Sorry. D:

[Zohyd//]

Elegia
the beauty of sin

Chocolate portals glanced back to Jasper , and her smirk only danced a little brighter. You seem to be giving me more credit for my looks than I deserve. Elegia didn’t think of herself as a gorgeous wench; sure enough she was but something in her past had caused her to think that she was uglier than many. Pendulum absently swatted at silken flanks as bloodsuckers placed themselves upon her divine flesh, wanting the blood that lied beneath the veil of canvas. Again, the distractions were all ignored, blocked out by her mind as she kept her attention on him. She wasn't one to drone off or lose focus. Which was a good thing in most situations, still, she wasn't like all up in your face, wanting a staring contest either. She just stood, still almost like stone, her face dancing with little emotion except the slight ‘spunk’ that her eyes always seemed to hold. He was quick to the point; not wasting useless time like other brutes tended to do. She was in the claiming grounds, what else would she be here for; just a friend? Oh how some brutes were so clueless, always asking mares what they were doing here. But not this one; no he didn’t seem to be one of those idiots, and she liked that. She took in the question, playing it through her mind as she moved towards him; wanting to show her flirty side a bit. Limbs carried her gracefully to the large brute; dial arched and innocent orbs locked on him. She circled him slowly; bodice merely an inch away from his. Elegia pulled alongside of him and let her smoke grey maw bump his shoulder lightly. The wench stayed light on her toes; incase he wasn’t all for this flirty stuff and preformed a surprise attack on her.

Her smirk grew into that of a flirtatious smirk as she felt the touch of him. It had been a while since she had been the one to make contact with a brute. How could I let such a offer pass up; I’d love to accompany you on your journey home. It was true, she wasn’t going to let an offer like this pass her up. One could never come up again. Well that might be a little dramatic; but that’s the way Elegia thought. Always thinking overboard, and thinking the worst of all possible situations. Not only was this a good offer, but he asked rather than demanded. Did he know that many wenches, when demanded, would rebel. If he were to try and force her to go then she was have refused to. Elegia had done it many times before; and got away from her speed and quickness. However she wouldn’t need it today.

It was approaching late afternoon now, and within a few more hours the sun would be setting and it would be night time. Elegia’s favorite time of the day. It was at this time she would travel through the lands. Running at a breakneck speed as if the pale wench was nocturnal. Something about the moon had made Elegia attracted to night, choosing to wander at this more dangerous time than when the sun was hanging in the sky. Thoughts ran through her mind; wanting to know more about Jasper. Was he the type that lived for the moment, or was he cautious and careful? Did he have any other mares in his herd, and who? Continuously thoughts sprang into her head, but she pushed them away; knowing that time would tell all. So where exactly is your home? Here is was the hard part for her, conversation. Keeping it going and not saying the wrong thing.


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Words;; 620
Muse;; none.
Cahracter;; Elegia