Boundry of reality {Open | Syn & Aph}

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. . .A P H R O D I T E. . . crying out for 'coup de grace' Stars are the only light in the abyss in front of the living skeleton, the abused soul. Here and there a chasm caught the radiance of the moon, assisting any ocular window to see the layout in front of them. Shadows hid those afraid of the witching hour, too scared to show their mug in the light of the life giving sun ricocheting off the moon to betray them and ploy the death of anyone too weak to stand; anyone who dare inhabit the hour of death. Owls made their presence known, a small mouse scurried away from the now halted mare and in the blink of an eye talons swooped down, a scornful screech was heard and a powerful gust swept the giant animal away, squeezing it's pray now attempting to avaid to no avail. Freedom is not promised, then again nothing ever is. A whispering stream in the near distance told tails of a drought, it’s weak trickling were the sounds of small pools descending on dampened rocks; this is the direction Aphrodite began to advance. Heavy pillars pushed onward, each step crunching the dead blades against ivory daggers. Exhausted, at her arrival the sad excuse for a mare closed her eyes; just as she had thought the water was very limited she knelt down as to reach the rocky bottom of the ravine. Drinking to her fill the mare stood right up and began to fill on what green grass had survived the suns unforgiving heat. This wondering minx was all that was left of her royal lines, images flash in her head constantly of bone, durra matter that splashed the ground and stained her paint. A scornful howl that suddenly came to silence, a once hefty head of her father now flattened upon its former throne. Her mother’s voice ceased to emit any audible words; what she wouldn’t give to hear her mother say I love you once again. Blood curdling laughter filled her surroundings; disbelief, rage and anger swamped her entire being, whispered promises that everything will be okay were the fuel to her fire. Aphrodite bit down grinding her teeth, this grass gave her a chance at life but did she really deserve it? Her mother and father laid projected from her mind to the real world, the body that depicted them was bruised, and their heads flat and they lay cold and motionless under the stars light; blood trickled down into the ravine in which she had taken drinks to sustain her own life. Streams from her orbs began to flow and the mare turned away from the image of her dead parents, their blood polluting the water. She turned away from her own blood, her father who gave his life to protect her and her mother who raised her and gave everything to protect her. Worthless piece of shit, you did that to them. YOU did. whispers in her head and she believed every word you deserve nothing but to die. You deserved to be fucked to death, you couldn’t even produce a foal. Killed them all with the blackness inside. Everything she told herself was correct, she befriended Sinister, she was the reason that the colt had a home and was able to spy on the herd until the right time. She fell in love with him, had dreams nightly about him and his masculine white frame. Flawless and so warm to the touch, a temptation that she set herself up with after all. Disobeying orders, playing on the boundaries of the safety of her land and the land her parents never spoke about bringing a strange colt into the land going on just a story, let alone talking to a stranger. It should have been her that died; or was never born. Aphrodite stood in the light of the night, bats fluttering above her, a slow plink, drop, plink, drop coming from behind her of the stream about dried up. Her two toned pelt was once vibrant, backed with muscle and fat yet slender and flawless; now she resembles that of a skeleton, ridges and valleys of her rib cage, mountains and gorges along her back. She is covered in scars along her rump, a fresh wound on her underbelly given to her by some bastard trying to get himself off; blood, now dried, was matted in her coat along with various twigs/leaves in a caked mud. Her arch scarred beyond healing but hidden by her long banner. She wasn’t someone you would look at and think of royalty; she was someone you would expect to be much older than her 5 years and have fought in a battle or two. A depressed wheeze emitted from her cavernous chambers and through her nares. She stood alone, and didn’t think much about it; memories haunted her mind and they were slowly becoming her reality. Word count: 813 Muse: Coming back to me Speech Thoughts Tags: Aphrodite || Trinity Status: Finished

[Trinity]

Tawny brown flecked with deep orange and a ring of crimson orbs followed Tribe's small frame as the little fox weaved through the decaying under brush. The duo's journey was a tedious one as they returned from their 'vacation' as one could call it. Syndicate knew it as training as his father and aunt and uncle would tell you, perfection is what the trio wished to accomplish with the young colt. He learned the best part of each of them and looked up to them in a way that he refused to look at anyone else. They were his family, and besides his mother all he had. The colt would return to visit madam Lashiel for she was close enough to perfection in his orbs, yet he was unsure how she would react to him and even then he was not to be tied. Such responsibility from such a young bronc, it was drilled into him from the beginning.

Darkness soon filled the realm the young brute wondered if he should find some where to sleep or take this opportunity to have some real fun. A wicked smile came to his maw then as he studied the terrain looking for someone to try his new personality out on. The colt would be perfection now and forever thanks to his family and while many believed that was impossible he would never let it get to him. A snort soon made its way from his nostrils, when Tribe looked up at him. At the moment his gold visionaries met his the colt spoke, "Alright Tribe lets find something to do." He told the little fox who most of the time scouted things for the young bronc.

The stars let the way as the odd colt followed his little friend. Listeners flickered back and forth the silence odd for the young coltine. A chirp came from his little friend and his attention turned towards the fox's direction landing on a minx. The mare was in what looked like poor health, a vibe of poor self worth radiated from her two-toned frame. The sight was a sad one, and many would want to help the colt saw it as a chance to see what he could find out and see if she would squirm under pressure. A slight nod was sent in the direction of the sandy red fox and with it he jumped forward towards the mare circling her quickly chirping at her. Syn did not come forward yet, instead he waited to see her reaction. His smirk was an odd thing once it came into play for one never new exactly what they would come across when they saw it.

Syn took a breath as he watched for a moment longer before popping out from the shadows, "Come Tribe." He ordered the young fox, and the fox seemed to lower his skull and come as called. His little body making its way to stand behind him, as he took in the response that the mare had to his little friend or even him for that matter. The colt knew he was an odd little fellow and that he was fine with he was proud of himself, his confidence was unlike any other especially for his age. "Mmm my my what happened to you?" He questioned the mare, the colt never was one for boundaries and it seemed even Maim failed to drill it into his head, his father and uncle sure didn't care for them, and thats where it seemed the lack came from.

The colt's spotted pillars drew closer to the mare to see what she would say to him. Would she tell her life story? Tell him to fuck off? Either way he needed some entertainment for the night and it seemed like for now she would be the one.
"Speech."

words: 645 tagged: amity muse: err he's still new to me.

^{by ♛befera}

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Night Snow had wandered around the new area for hours. Her eyes flickering warily about as she moved back towards the water. The sky had turned dark an hour before. She halted when she heard the sound of others talking and moved forward cautiously to investigate. A grey tobiano mare and a cremello stood close together near the water. She twitched her ears back and forth to try and pick up any unusual sounds. She stepped forward to introduce herself when she caught sight of a small fox standing next to the Cremello. What was going on here that a horse would have a fox next to it? She hissed out an annoyed breath and walked towards them anyways. Might as well find out. "Hello there, Who might you be?" She asked cautiously. Her eyes scanning over the trio warily. This was very strange to her and she wanted to find out what was going on with them.
Her feet brushed across the grass as she studied the two, her curiosity was perked up as she stopped a few feet away from them. Her eyes passed over the fox before focusing on the stallion and mare before her. "My name's Night Snow." She gave them her name and waited for a response to her almost friendly greeting. She hadn't had much interaction with others of her own kind for a few months and she hoped that these two would be friends to her.

[amity]

. . .A P H R O D I T E. . . crying out for 'coup de grace' Bats flittering above, the mare paid no mind, not even when every now and then one came to investigate a wound that hasn’t been fully healed, mounted its claws into her side and began to lick the leaking red fluid. Picking her arch up a bit, the mare was beginning to gain what little strength she could twin peaks on her crown circled around listening for anything potentially becoming a threat; not that a death wouldn’t be more than satisfying. Heavy breaths emitted into the night air puffed into vapor clouds in front of her mug, forming yet again an image in front of her; this time it was Sinister. That fucking ass who betrayed her, stole everything she had, killed her parents, and took everyone she ever knew captive- killing the disorderly. Sinister became all of these things, but that wasn’t the Sin that shown himself to her at this time; this was a yearling sinister. This was before he left, this was the sin that young Aph was in love with; her heart lifted and a soft wishful nicker was emitted from her lips. As soon as she gained spirits he switched to that same brute he was, standing over her parents, using their skulls to place his hooves; once again anger filled the mare. She was filled with a rage so deep within her that her ears pinned back and she lashed out in the direction of a grey blur making all kinds of clicking noises. Bones cracked and joints popped as she attempted to elude the little fox. Come Tribe. a low bellow from beyond her site and the animal directly left what he was doing and went to what seemed to be his…master.   As the brute approached the mare stood her ground, attempted to gather herself to the best of her ability as to not appear as a push over. By now her legs were tired and warn, she was in deep need of some sort of rest; but that would have to wait and she couldn’t show that to this intruder. Towers pinned back, she kept her harsh glare on him; a ‘huff’ of air she emitted as a sad attempt to look ‘big and bad’ but it wouldn’t have even fooled the pet he had beside him. Mmm my my what happened to you? The cocky yearling stood across from her and all she could think to herself was cocky bastard it’s none of your business. She snorted at him and shifted her weight, peaks picked up yet another life form but it wasn’t long before that one was in her view as well. Aph soon forgot of her aching body and suddenly was in a mode for survival. Hello there, Who might you be? Aph tilted her head, this mare must think no one as a threat; she’s as innocent as Aph once was and that made Aphrodite sad for the minx. My names Night Snow. this poor confused mare, she really woudn’t last long in the real world. Nothing that concerns the likes of you. Standing her ground she ignored the remark that the innocent minx had mare and gave her full attention to the two threats that stood in front of her. Word count: 547 Muse: This is pretty terrible.... apologies. Speech Thoughts Tags: Aphrodite || Trinity || Polaris Status: Finished

[Trinity]

The sandy red fox chirped contently underneath his master, knowing that the mare needed some type of help. Now wither or his master honestly wants to help her or just toy with her is the question on his mind. As the time ticked on would be the only way to figure out what Syndicate would do for he was an odd stallion. His listeners flickered back and forth as she blowed as if trying to scare him. Syndicate did not scare and at her attempt all that he could do was widen his smirk. Ah soo poor looking, but she still has a touch of spice running through her vein. He thought to himself.

Cremello listeners shifted back and forth as the approaching foot steps of another equine approached, another mare hmm. She introduced herself quickly she was known as Night Snow. The colt wondered if it was because of her spotted pelt, although he didn't at the same time. He did not wish to give out his name not until it was earned. The colt wanted to have fun more then introductions, syn was not sure he wanted to even after he enjoyed himself.


"Hmm hello" The young colt said although that was all that left his lips. Although he watched her eyes as they followed tribe and the small fox moved underneath him. Syn would kill over his little friend, even though the little fox was not afraid, just cautious. The grey and ivory minx spoke her maw spit out words to him and he could not help but chuckle, "What makes you any better then me?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side then. Sky blue with a strip of burnt orange banner flickered back and forth slowly watching her.

While Syndicate could be an ass at least he spoke to the mare known as Night Snow, although his main attention was set to the other minx. The spark that was in the mare despite her poor looking health, it was extremely interesting at least in his mind anyways. An eye brow remained raise, he was not angry just amused at least for now. He exhaled turning to night snow for a moment, his grin evident before turning his attention back to her, "You don not know I might have just asked because, I want to help you. " He informed the maiden then knowing very well there if he wanted to cause her more pain he would have already, as his eyes followed the blood trail down her back. The little fox chirping happily underneath his pillars then at his words.


The colt was possessive over his things, but would never harm them, well unless they were into that sort of thing. Then hey all the more fun, Syn's mind moved to those he truly wanted to see and his orbs moved to Tribe then just for a moment. The fox watched him ever so questioningly then. The memories left him with a notion that he was unfinished and that needed to be dealt with soon, but for now he waited. Waiting to see the venom spit from her maw as he knew he had probably angered her more, but that was part of how he liked to be.

"Speech."

words: 546 tagged: amity, @nightsnowhorse muse: awful. sorry

^{by ♛befera}

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Night Snow turned away after the other mare's cutting rudeness. All she'd asked was who they were. She sighed and walked off without a backward glance. So much for trying to be nice and friendly to them.

--Leaves thread--

[amity]

. . .A P H R O D I T E. . . crying out for 'coup de grace' The past is not forgiving, it’s something you have to concur yourself; and if you can’t then it will eat you away. You will dissolve into the earth physically, you will become your own prison mentally. Every day will be a waking nightmare. At least that was true for this mare, she was no more than a semi visual representation of herself. Everything about her, except for maybe her pelt color, was changed. She no longer cared to help others, she didn’t even care to communicate with others unless forced to. Her love for the world and learning all of its complexities was nothing but an old echo, bouncing off the caverns within her mind. How great it must be, how weightless one must feel, to not worry about anything to be able to offer everything up unto the undeserving cruel world. Anyone with any sense of reality could tell you any of these things, and you wouldn’t understand unless you have hit rock bottom; unless you’ve lost everything. Crickets in the distance chirped a song, though even at her short stature Aphrodite couldn’t unravel their messages. The plink, plop, plink, plop of the stream behind her had picked up a bit and was now a constant trickle of pristine cool liquid. Owl’s made their presence ever known, big eyes peering out of the darkness meeting the light of the hidden sun. In the distance a rustle of leaves rattled, a cool breeze disturbing their peace, whispering through them like a freight train. Dew was beginning to form, giving the desperate shrubbery beneath the two-toned mare a hope of life once again, the sun would be up soon and that meant the unrelenting heat would once again starve the earth of its’ good nutrition. For now the moon peaked and crickets chirped, owls who’ed and the mare stood there: listening to none of these aspects of the night, but instead to this brute and his pet fox. Never before this duo had the minx laid witness to one form of life commanding another without an allegiance such as between her parents. It was a foreign concept and Aphrodite found it very confusing. It made her wonder if perhaps the bastard had control of him, by threat, holding his size and muscle against the poor creature death being the consequence. Looking down at the resemblance of a rat, Aphrodite could see that it thought this was something… perhaps comfortable; to each their own. Aphrodite’s hock, where the bat had perched for a midnight snack, had 2 more wounds where it’s hook like fingers grasped on to her. These were now slowly crusting over as crimson paint flew out of it, steaming into the night air. A pail black sky gave off an aura that outlined the trees holding the secrets of the night life, any known or unknown danger could be awaiting in silence, digging it’s claws into the earth getting ready to pounce and attack; only it never did. Looking at this cremello colored brute, Aphrodite scanned his frame; he was well built, obviously had some sort of sustained greenery and a source of water – perhaps he could be something other than a death threat towards her. His banner was of a light blue and in his forelock he had what appeared to be an orange lock; another aspect of this land that took her by surprise. He appeared to have some sort of markings along his vertebral column, though in the dim night she couldn’t be sure of what it was depicting. This stag looked like he was out of some sort of child’s fairytale story; this would take some getting used to. What makes you any better than me? Thinking about this, Aphrodite was at a loss for wards. Her jaw opened but soon closed as no words escaped. She wasn’t better than anyone, she wasn’t any better that noisy companion he had by his side; her eyes left the stag for the first time since he made his appearance. It appeared she was peering into the dark distance but she was lost in thought; cursing herself for even thinking she was any more that a waste of space. In her self pitty, the mare startled at the noise of a sigh and a rustle of the blades. Her crown swiveled in that direction as the mare, looking quite peeved, left the congregation. That’s all She ever did after all, she treated others like shit and she got what she deserved; her pronounced frame spoke for that. You do not know I might have just asked because, I want to help you. Help? She wasn’t worth help, she killed her parents, she killed 30 innocent souls; all in one act. That would never change, even if he had no idea who she was, what she had been through. That would never change. Nothing could ever bring her parents back from the dead, nothing could save her childhood friends, the warriors that risked their lives for the royal family; nor the innocent foals a few days old that were taken in cold blood. Help. That was once what she spent her days doing, helping the less fortunate despite her obvious lineage. Any other wouldn’t even have put a thought to it, survival of the fittest, it would just mean more for them; an insurance for their future. If one has to suffer to ensure a royal is taken care of fine; but that wasn’t Aphrodite… well the old Aphrodite. You say you want to help me? What is your idea of help? Recalling her past, how she had been offered ‘help’ before and how it ended, Aphrodite wasn’t lining up charity all that easily. | Text | Speech | 955 | Muse: Very well at the start, rusty at the end Status: Finished, Enjoy!

[Trinity]

The creatures that ventured out in the darkness were definitely different. Strange creatures with big eyes it seemed, at least those who wished to make themselves known. Owl called sounded much like someone screaming WHO as if to ask WHOO ARE YOU! The calls to always sound the same, who are you?? never to change to continue on with the questions that seemed to go on forever. A bat screech alerted the stag, his listeners perked then and twitched to the side. Oddly colors visionaries moved to the water for a moment as the drip, drop quickened and the water flowed faster. The word strange made its way to his mind at the action of the stream. Strange was nothing slight of normal for the young stag, his family was evidence enough for that. Vega was the only normal being in his family and the time he spent with her was minimum and his mind was only set to destruction at that point. His aunt Maim showed him a calmer approach to the ways of the world.

Tawny brown orbs slowly moved back to the mare at hand. Blood dripping down her back from the recent wounds upon her emaciated bodice. The minx in this state was no good for anyone, she would break if someone forced themselves on her and why she was alone was an odd thought and raised many questions, not that it truly mattered. The larger minx known as Night Snow seemed angered and he figured it was due to the other minx refusing to speak to her. Ahh what a tangled web everyone weaves in their own way it seemed. The poor looking minx did not care if she angered anyone, in her state a fight would end her sorrowed look and she would return to the hollows of hell. The large minx shrugged it off and left as quickly as she arrived without a word.

Syn could not help but wish to chuckle, to avoid all conflict is pointless and where is the fun in that? No one should have everything handed in such a way, conflict is good for the soul every once in a while. He shifted his weight slightly as his attention back to the minx, she seemed at a loss for words to explain why she tried to place herself on a pedestal above himself, or truthfully the mare that had just walked away in anger or pity either way they are close to the same. A deep breath was taken then with his contentment, at causing her loss in words. She spoke then, asking his idea of help, this could be a wide range of answers.

First and foremost she needed to be taken somewhere, so that she could begin to look like a normal equine, instead of a skeleton. That was what was truly needed at this point in time. With time, his help would come at a price, much like how the world worked. Now he would not fully offer this up front for if he did then it would be pointless to say such things aloud, for it would end in defeat, not that she could fight him off if he wanted to force her.

"Well lets see, you can come with me on my venture back home. You can heal there." The odd brute said to her, knowing that if she wished to live in these lands she needed someone to look out for her especially in this state. Tribe nodded and chirped happily as if telling her to accept. The beginning for the duo that stood before the minx was an odd one, Syndicate was cruel to the little fox, but he owed him for saving him. Syn would teach him to not stand under him for the slightest tickling of his belly would cause the colt to kick out and if he was not quick he would suffer, he was only kicked twice and at Syn's young age he did not harm him too much.

Syn shook his dome then thinking to himself for a moment, before his orbs returned to her scars. The blood staining her grey and ivory pelt, a snort soon left his nostrils. It was bothering him slightly but he fought it away to the best of his ability. The sun soon threatened to rise in the sky and he wished to return to madam Lashiel to make sure that he still had a home. He always felt as though Serpent's Sanctuary was his home and with it he wished to go back home. Yet, here he was waiting to see if the minx wished to return, he felt if she refused he would stumble across her corpse sooner or later although he was unsure what would get her first starvation or a predator.

"Speech."

words: 809 tagged: amity muse: errr

^{by ♛befera}