"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
Her life had been fractured into millions of minuscule fragments, a chaotic masterpiece. She lacked rhyme or reason and perhaps this lead the carnivorous creature to live within the nomadic confines of the common lands. Her life a never ending chain of reactions, as she meandered from place to place staying for no longer than she pleased. She had grown to become a creature of chaos despite her rather innocent and one would even say sheltered upbringing. The little girl she was merely a couple years ago was long gone, and from the ashes rose a completely different species.
The floral equine finds herself in the meadow this evening, plagued with a hunger that can't be sated so easily. Her iridescent spindle like legs guide her through the meadow, vibrant gaze fixating upon the few she passes by as she saunters towards a nearby creek, crawling with with fishy morsels. She's an indecisive creature by nature, her vibrant gaze fixed upon the placid surface of the water, searching through the clarity for the perfect moment to strike. She is calculated when she plunges her inky muzzle into the riverbed, ivory canines bared and striking as she hastily punctures her target. Grasping onto a rather sizable fish between her teeth, she proceeds to thrash for a moment or two, staining the water red with the fruits of her labor. Soon, her hunger would be satisfied.
As she lifts her cranium to allow her meal to slide down her throat, the sweet riches of blood seeping down into her stomach. As she devours the entirety of her prey whole, but she is less than satisfied with her singular meal. Her stomach guides her to snap her fangs once more within the shallow depths of the river, snatching up yet another meaty morsel.
Blood beginning to stain her lips, her gaze meeting the mortified faces who surround her, all staring intently with a wild curiosity. She wonders why they gawk, without action.
my heart is a weapon of war
Davina
@[Aten]
I know it's a repost of my previous starters please forgive me lol!
Aten had decided to make a venture outside Taiga's territory for the first time since Owin's birth, the stallion wishing to stay by Lethia's side for some time after to ensure her safety. He could not put off his duties forever though, even if Lepis and Wolfbane didn't really have him doing anything important at the moment. When he'd been the leader, he hadn't just sat back and watched, his instincts were itching to take action.
And so like many nights before, the golden stallion departed for one of the common lands to see if there were any fresh faces out and about. It was less the case at night, especially in the fresh days of summer when the mares with young foals still turned in early and herded them back to their glens where the little ones could rest in peace and the mare could graze without having to always watch over her shoulder for potential danger to her young. Aten, a stallion and with no foal to watch over, found no qualms about being out in the open, since not only were his instincts sharp and ready to detect danger, but he was not alone either.
Turul had decided to venture out with his friend, also wanting to see if any action would take place since the golden stallion never really had any interesting news when the raptor returned from one of his hunts or a fly over the redwoods. This journey would serve as a way for him to not only catch up on things and find out if Aten wished for him to do anything else, but also to stretch his wings and hunt for some prey he didn't often find in Taiga's woods.
That wouldn't be the case this evening, since his chosen prey was a simple waterfowl. Upon arriving in the Meadow, Aten and Turul, the latter soaring overhead, meandered through the tall grass to see if there were still any horses about. Aten spotted a few within the range his eyes could detect, while Turul informed him of scattered clusters peppered throughout the meadow ranging several yards away.
The golden stallion would think of how to approach them first, see if he wanted to be more direct and state why he was here, or try to make friends first. Both options were known to have worked in the past, but it really depended on the horse. It was also somewhat late in the evening, and Aten didn't want to go bother any horses if they showed signs of fatigue and were getting ready to return to their homes.
Aten settled in by a creek that flowed among the tall grass, lowering his head to graze while Turul decided to hunt for himself. He spotted some waterfowl in the river near his friend, the former not seemingly bothered by the arrival of the large horse. The falcon sized up his chances before swooping down and gliding over the water at startling speed, his eyes locked on a younger waterfowl that had strayed further than it should have from it's group.
The impact was like hitting a cliff wall; there was almost an audible noise as Turul's claws found their mark and he flapped his wings to gain some momentum, lifting himself above the water and taking his prey along for the ride. He circled back around and landed on the ground near Aten, dropping his prey before so he wouldn't land clumsily. The golden stallion merely glanced his way before returning to graze while Turul settled in to feast, his beak shredding the waterfowl's flesh and feathers to get the tasty meat underneath.
Aten had seen his friend hunt, and knew what he ate. To one that ate mostly plants, of course the sight was a bit... unsettling, but not as much as it did when he first saw it. Aten moved over towards the creek when his throat grew parched, lowering his head so his lips touched the icy water for him to drink.
The stallion had his fill, and went to go back for some extra just to ease the tingle in his throat when something unexpected happened. The water beneath his head appeared to be changing color, rapidly, almost as if it wasn't really there. But the stallion's eyes saw it, no mistake. He wondered at first what it could be... was there an injured creature somewhere upstream? If Turul hadn't taken his prey out of the water, he might almost think it was the dead waterfowl.
Driven by sheer curiosity, and a desire to help if he could, Aten left his friend to his feast and started walking upstream. He rounded a small bend that was partially masked by tall grass, bush, and a pair of large trees, coming to a stop when he glimpsed the potential cause of the blood in the water.
A lone horse was standing by the riverbank, blood dripping from her lips into the water beneath her hooves. He at first didn't know what may have caused the blood, but he started putting the puzzle pieces together given where they were both standing.
He too also saw the looks some of the horses around were giving her, the other horse seeming to look around with a wild expression in it's eyes. Aten was indeed curious himself, but more so as to why she chose to act, to feast, the way she did. He would not question why she was the way she considered herself, one who didn't eat plants. He merely watch from the distance to see what she would do next, standing in the open so that she could easily spot him and approach if she wished.
In most times, Aten would make the first move, but this situation seemed a bit tricky right now. So he sat back and waited, fighting his curiosity of wanting to know more about this horse before she felt comfortable in his presence.
08-07-2019, 02:29 PM (This post was last modified: 08-07-2019, 02:29 PM by Davina.)
She wasn't a danger to society, yet.
Thankfully equine was off the dinner menu, yet she had always wondered what it tasted like. Perhaps the meat was tender, and sweet, or perhaps they all simply tasted like chicken. It wouldn't surprise her they all acted like fools within her presence, the stench of fear wafting within the air followed by a fight or flight alertness, so prey like, so pathetic. She used to think of her species as noble, the king of kings but now when she watches them so child like as they peer at her with an insatiable curiosity, to afraid to question her habits. As if their just asking for her to feast upon them.
But she can't.
Perhaps it was one fo the few morales that had stuck with her through childhood, perhaps the only thing that her adoptive mother did her well. It was almost like a small voice within her head whispering the softest of sentiments, "No D, horses are friends not food." She couldn't quite shake then voice in her head perhaps it was what was left of conscience all fo these years?
Her vibrant gaze flickers from face to face, all horrified by her behavior, something so natural as sating her hunger. They do it every day, but perhaps through a more orthodox method, plants. She hated them, as child she had always found the task of grass, leaves, and even flowers to be SOOOO BLAND. Why would one devote their lives to eating a singular food category? Surely there were more enticing options all of which she tried and of course one she lived by: meat.
Her eyes swivel from horse to horse until she focuses on an usual fellow. It wasn't particularly anything special about him, but his expression was still and perhaps concerned and mildly curious. She had never seen concern within the eyes of one who observed her, and she watched him for a moment or two, as she licked the sweet crimson riches from her lips. Iridescent spindles guided her towards him, her fairy like wings left aloof from either side.
she inspects him for a moment or two, he was strong, his body rippling with muscle. His body adorned in a softened gold, so simple yet valiant. She watches him for a moment or two violet eyes circling over eery patch of skin, as a wicked smile formed on her pale lips. "Who are you?" Her words are airy and sweet as she expels them with such simplicity. "Why aren't you afraid?" She adds, through canine teeth.
The mare did not seem to notice Aten at first, her gaze transfixed on the horses still surrounding them. She did not seem to appreciate the endless sea of eyes perhaps accusing her of the actions she had decided to take, whatever they may be. Aten had not actually seen her commit the same act of foraging that he'd seen predator animals do, but he did not need to for the pieces to fit.
He wondered, however, why the others seem so secure with giving the mare condescending looks. It was as if they were not used to seeing anything of the sort, despite the magical land they all called home. Horses here existed that had wings, horns, coat colors that may only exist in dreams otherwise, hooves that shook the ground, literally, the ability to summon storms and fire, and to inflict sickness on horses they despised or just wanted to cause trouble for.
Was a horse that didn't stick to a traditional diet really all that outlandish? Aten himself did not think so, but there was not much that phased the golden stallion. His calm facade and rational way of thinking helped him to accept things that were not considered 'normal', so to speak. Sure, things of that nature were strange at first, but he did not find it his business to pass judgment.
Not like these other horses.
He watched as a couple of them began to move away, the bloodied mare's eyes still scanning them all. After what seemed like an eternity of standing in silence, her eyes finally met Aten's. Her tongue cleaned up the blood dripping down her lips, her eyes washing over Aten's form to inspect to see if he was a danger. Aten watched her with a calm gaze, his tail absently flicking around his flank to shake off some of the annoying insects that decided to come in to say hello.
The mare's lips curled up into what could be called a wicked smile, and she spoke with an airy tone, not giving away any sort of intentions she may be hiding behind her eyes. She questioned the stallion's identity along with his lack of fear, to which Aten simply flicked an ear before answering her, his voice low, the baritone causing a gentle rumble in his chest.
"My name is Aten," he began. "I am not afraid because I do not see a reason to be. It merely seems to me that you were enjoying your next source of food. Am I not correct?" he asked back, leaving the conversation open for whatever she wished to say next, whether it be her name, another question, or a sassy reply to his own.
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