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[KUNA ✌]

phoenix

She is pleased to know she isn’t the new horse in these parts. While it certainly is a rush to be noticed and recognized as the fresh face on the block, there is a point where she is more than ready for someone else to take the reins. She’s gotten used to the sway of how things work in the Syndicate, although she has yet to receive an opportunity to fulfill her job. The dun mare supposes good things are granted to those who wait and so she does.

Although she isn’t particularly looking for the fresh meat, she finds him somehow. Whether it is through her grazing or locating water or seeking someplace to find shelter or even simply wandering about, she stumbles across him. He’s handsome, she supposes, although after ‘the incident’ with her mentor when it comes to men the green-eyed assassin is saucy yet wary. She’s all for the teasing and flirting and tricking that happens before, but anything involving her rear and his parts is off business. However, with her feisty eyes and smirking lips, she supposes any man might think otherwise.

Nonetheless, the murderer is easy to greet the stranger with a teasing tone to her exotic tunes. “Hola, guapo.” Her lips tug up into a saucy grin before she steps closer, her green eyes taking in his figure and whatever response he might come up with. “The name’s Phoenix. Who’re you?” She only stops moving when she’s almost too close for comfort, balancing on the tightrope between overstepping boundaries and lingering way outside the bubble of personal space. That’s how she prefers things – testing everything and living on the edge, always trying to find out how they tick and not caring if she upsets feelings in the progress.

“You smell new,” she says brashly, eyes suddenly focusing on his gaze. Her ears flick back and forth, listening to the noises around her and also toward him. “Have you decided a position yet?”

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KUNA ✌ 444 NOTES: shity. shit. shit. did i say shit?

Crixus ✘ My large frame shifted quietly, enjoying the silence as a feeling of emptiness hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart felt like it was breaking no real reason was known, but it was like a piece of myself was taken. Long tail swayed back and forth slowly the rhythm being found rather quickly, large front dagger pressed into the sod trying desperately to find the right way to rid my mind of the feeling that made itself known like a bad itch. A snort soon feel from my nostrils as my dark orange with sea foam flecked orbs landed upon a minx making her way towards me. I suppose it was bound to happen sooner of later, being around my family for so long it was all I knew as I looked down at the buckskin ess. She spoke, her words a language I for one did not speak. My large frame remained in place though my eyes blinked though as she grew closer. This time words fell from her ebonite lips her name was given, and of course she gave her own. "Crixus" The name slid from my chocolate and ivory lips.  She moved closer and my body remained solem she was the first to truly test boundaries not that I had many with a family like the one I was... graced with. My brother Aves was not one for personal space nor any of my nieces and nephews. Phoenix spoke once more my maw opened quietly once more before the words fell from my lips, "New to the Syndicate, yes. Not to the lands, just recently returned." My vocals were deep but pleasing to the ears either way. My cranium shook my lion-like mane shaking then. Dark orange orbs always watching her keeping my frame still except for my tail as it swayed back and forth. Listeners perked to her question about my position, "Yes, Guard. you?" My frame shifted quickly, unwilling to move from it's spot unless given a reason. I could not however shake the bit of emptiness that had latched onto my very being. The silence returned once more and my frame relaxed as much as it possibly could in my current state. The heat disliked me my mane made sure of it, as it covered my nape and down half way down the back of my front leg. My frame a dunalino roan tovero with sooty colored dun markings, my face held a sooty chocolate badger face as well. The horns on top of my skull looked like crosses/ I was truly a strange looking individual but this did not stop others from coming towards me..

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[KUNA ✌]

phoenix

While her homeland did not consist of such a strange mixture of equines, she has gotten used to the creativity here. In her homeland, the borders of realism-defying bodily parts and fantasy make-believe coloring were strictly prohibited. You might even have been killed or outcast for not being of the right bloodline. It is, after all, how she was forced into leaving her own (although after killing her mother and a newborn sister, it’s a wonder the elders didn’t come running after her yelling for blood). In this new land, however, she has found a mixture of bodies that she couldn’t even have begun to fathom back home.

It is surreal and magical, and yet she has already begun to adopt it as home.

He seems somewhat confused by her use of foreign language and it’s a welcome change from the deadpan seriousness of her leader. He gives his name anyway – Crixus – and she chuckles a bit in her throat for no reason whatsoever. He doesn’t give any indication of their closeness, his skin only showing signs of movement by twitching faintly. He announces he’s new to the Syndicate but not the lands surrounding it and a curious look flits about in her dark green eyes. “Where did you live before?”

He says he is a guard (oh, sounds hot) and her lips twist into that smirk of a smile. She creeps closer to him now – all brashness and reckless behavior and uncaring sauciness – and she leans close enough to whisper in his ear. “I’m an assassin.” It’s said slowly and smirking and hotly, but with a touch of that crazy yearning for blood that always lurks at the edge of her mind. She moves away from his face soon after, wary of the horns on his head. While she knows he wouldn’t be able to use them on her (the Syndicate is a family, so they’re told, and they are not to hurt each other) such pointed objects could still injure her if he moves his head just right and she isn’t in the mood to get pricked.

After she’s out of the way of the pointed tips of the horn, the dun mare looks straight into his haunting orange eyes. “I like killing for a living,” she says, as plainly as if she were commenting about the weather or talking about how abused her nail beds look. She smirks again and then looks over behind his shoulder, an almost bored expression on her face. “Apparently gente don’t like being unalived around here, though,” she says, turning her attention back to him. “Ever killed anyone before?”

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KUNA ✌ 420 NOTES: blahh

Crixus ✘ A bit of a chuckle escaped her throat at the mention of his name. Listeners flickered back and forth as a bit of curiosity as to why she would do such a thing. The stallion was honored by his calling and it would always and forever be his own, it was a part of him. Dark orange orbs studied her noting the bit curiosity that met her dark green orbs before she questioned, “where did you live before?” He thought for a moment before responding he had no reason to hide his lineage, "Mount Olympus, My mother Paralyzer was once the unaligned queen. She handed it down to my brother Aves before we all departed due to the war. He found he did not wish to separate our large family, which would have been broken by the war." Crixus did not completely agree with how his brother dealt with things, but he was just a child then and was faithful to his mother. His orbs left the mare for a moment as she inched closer to him as she leaned in to whisper “i’m an assassin.” Dark orange orbs flowed back to her as she backed away. A snort fell from his lips though as he thought for a moment about her position, She stared into his eyes admitting that she liked to kill for a living to each their own he decided. He shook his dome as she looked past him speaking and he nodded lightly not many would wish to die. Her attention returned to him asking him if he killed anyone before, a nod was given to her. "yes, my family was threatened and it was the logical decision." He paused for a moment then. "I prefer to protect others and will NEVER fail again." The thought of his mother made him wonder if the feeling of loss was that death had finally taken her over. She would be better off such a way and no more pain would come to her. A snort fell from his nostrils and he stood tall once more his body no longer relaxed but on edge at the thought of losing another close to him. He looked over the short minx, his mind lost in the thought of his mother. He did not care about his father or brother they made their choice. The stallion shifted his weight before he returned his attention back to the mare known as phoenix. Anything else you wish to know? The stallion asked the buckskin ess.

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phoenix

Already, in their time during this conversation, she has noticed a subtle difference between the two of them. She is loud and brash and all questions while he is curious and solemn and all answers. He hasn’t asked her anything so far, but she doesn’t mind – she’s willing to ask all the questions. Perhaps it is because of their backgrounds (she had to be extroverted and blunt if it meant getting anywhere in life; he didn’t have to be such things because he was born into a high place) or perhaps it is because of reasons she doesn’t know about. Either way, the dun mare is having fun with the situation, despite how serious the stallion might be.

In answer to her question about where he lived before, he talks for perhaps the longest amount of time he ever has before. He mentions something about Mount Olympus (a place that either isn’t here anymore or she has yet to discover yet) and his mother being a queen. The assassin is still foreign with situations such as kingdoms and dukes and kings and princesses. Her birth herd consisted merely of a small group of herd leaders, elders who had been in the herd for many years, and then the underlying majority of mares, colts, and fillies. Of course there was the general pecking order of a herd mixed in with that, but politics and alliances and ‘royal’ positions were things the dun mare knows nothing about.

Nonetheless, she nods as if she understands what he’s saying. Simply because the world is spinning and she’s talking to a hot stallion about something she knows nothing about, the mixed mare digs her hoof into the ground, crushing a bright red leaf under her hoof. She imagines it to be a heart (beating and thriving and spilling blood throughout the veins and arteries of its owner) and watches it shatter under the weight of her body. Tiny, lightweight pieces get caught by the wind and float away, so much like the life of a soul. A manic smile dances across her lips, but the green-eyed assassin is forced to turn her attention away from her bloodthirsty thoughts and listen to the horned stallion again.

He says that killing was the logical decision in what he had to do and a sharp laugh jumps out of her throat. “Logical?” Killing isn’t meant to be logical – it’s meant to be chaotic and thrilling and adrenaline-pumping and destructive. Logic is meant to be orderly and fashionable and serious and thoughtful. Perhaps the only thought gone into killing is who you’re going to kill and how you’re going to do it. The dun mare has always been a creative one in coming up with ideas to kill (her favorite, however, was perhaps smashing a starfish until it was nothing but a pulpy mixture of guts and blood and body parts both on the ground and all over her) and she’s never had a hard time figuring out who to kill.

She doesn’t comment anymore on the matter, however, when he asks if there’s anything else she wishes to know. A slippery smirk comes across her face and she tips her head to the side, inspecting him with crackling interest. “Not really. Your turn to ask questions, pretty boy.”

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KUNA ✌ 503 NOTES: blahh

Crixus ✘ The stallion even at the age of four was still a young one. He was forced to grow up rather then be a child, maybe that could explain a lot to others about him. The stallion's mother was lost to him way before her death, and she truly had been lost to him since the day that they left Mount Olympus. He had learned to be silent unless spoken too, his curiosity was something that he smothered like a flame. The reasoning not something many would understand unless they were faced with his situation. Dark orange orbs followed the mare's hooves as she crushed a leaf, and as it flowed away from her. The laugh that spread from her lips caused his listeners to flicker back and forth. He shifted slightly then as she questioned his wording, Logical? He nodded knowing unless one was there it would not make much sense. He in a way did not like to discuss it but he could not help but allow his mind to venture to that day. His cousin siren's daughter Rhiannon had given birth before they left home, he had nearly perished and it had taken her a long time to recover when a group of stallions had come forth, Rehvenge and crixus had stood guard watching everyone. A stallion had managed to reach her and she called out. Crixus moved then, towards them as the stallion attempted to rape her crixus knocked him off balance and slowly and painfully he ripped the stallion apart his blood covering him, before crushing his skull. Crixus heard Rehvenge fighting with the rest and crixus went to help, together they killed a few more before the rest ran away. He was brought back from his thoughts seemingly he had been lost to the world when it came to the time with his family. Phoenix spoke once more, not really. your turn to ask questions, pretty boy. He chuckled lightly unsure what others thought pretty about anything involving all his hair. He shook his dome remembering the weight of his mane, "There is NOTHING pretty, especially when this damn thing gets sweaty. It is more like a huge pain in the ass." He chuckled once more. "I guess I should ask something." He thought for a moment as he looked down at the buckskin mare. "What made you choose Eluetheria as your new homeland?" He questioned. The stallion's long banner flickered back and forth behind his frame then. Dark orange orbs studying her emerald visionaries for the answer. The tri-colored stag's pillars moved then slowly around the mare wishing to stretch his legs, he had stood long enough. "I don't know about you, but I must stretch my legs." He informed her thinking to himself for a few moments. he pushed on. "Want to come Miss Phoenix?" He questioned once more before pushed past her. It would take a while to grow accustom to a new type of herd, but he was sure he would adjust well.

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[KUNA ✌]

phoenix

He slips into a daydream, eyes glazing over and breathing increasing and ears twitching at things she cannot hear, but she doesn’t mind. An amused look crosses her face, watching as his body sways and his mind transports him to places she can only wonder about. When he returns, her face slips into an expression of careful neutrality. She doesn’t betray the fact she enjoyed watching him stand there, dazed and thoughtful, with mixed emotions crossing his eyes.

He launches into a retort against his heavy mane, how thick it is, and the assassin steps closer again. She laughs with him, her eyes dancing toward the sky as her mouth opens. “Well despite how thick it might be, it certainly does look fierce on you.” A sly smile winds across her lips. He begins moving, prancing in place to stretch legs that aren’t meant for standing in one position for so long. He’s asked her a question, but she can’t think up an answer that doesn’t sound frightening, so she puts it in the back of her mind when he asks her to walk with him.

“Okay,” she says, sliding up next to him as they begin walking. Companionship has always been a strange, foreign, and (dare she say it) scary thing for the murderer, but she finds that walking next to the thick-maned stallion isn’t overly confusing. Now, if they were to engage in something a little more traditional and intimate – like grooming each other or grazing next to each other – she would be a bit more awkward. The assassin can remember a time when she used to carry on with herd companionship like any normal horse, but she had severed all ties when she murdered her mother and sister.

Taking a deep breath, the dun mare finally answers his question. “I was just looking for a new start,” she says calmly, looking to the road ahead instead of at him. It’s been a bloody road for the mare, but she wouldn’t change anything. She slowly lets out a quiet sigh, watching as a bird flies over their heads. She doesn’t say anything else, allowing him to speak or ask more questions if he wishes.

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