Finding myself [open, fallen]

[Trinity]

Unholy Trinity @tagged ew shes new sorry will be better 402 words The tri-colored lass decided to break from the borders of Coyctus at least for a few hours. The cold would get to her from time to time, but she had grown accustom to it. The time within Coyctus was a bit odd, Wicca was overly protective of her son. Not that it was a bad thing, but UT did not know what it would be like to be anything other then, abandoned. She was not good enough to return to the homelands with her parents. She did not care though and she realized she would be better off without them. A light snort fell from her nostrils and filled the silence. She had befriended The Risen, he had been very close the day she wondered in looking for a home. The young flicka was unsure what to do, and she still did not know what to do she had not seen him in quite some time. UT was beginning to get used to being alone as well. spotted pillars pushed forward as she studied the new lands, A faint scent of blood made its way to her nostrils and she smiled. She glided through the lands in the direction of the blood. The sight she stumbled upon made her grin her smile wide and consumed her face. A foal younger then herself was bleeding, the blood stained the ground death would surly come to the young one soon and the filly felt it needed to be put out of its misery. Daggers danced towards the young one who was fading from life, rather slowly. A swift kick to the young ones dome, ended the small ones suffering. The scent of blood made her skin itch with a desire, pushing her to lower her dome to the sod. The blood covering her muzzle and she shifted closer to the corpse, she slurped up the blood and with it she felt right. The filly wondered why she had not found this before, and once more she smiled enjoying her outing.  The sun was high in the sky as she stood over the young foal. The trees around her as dead as the young one, charcoal and twisted and high appearing to be close to the sky. At least in the yearlings mind it seemed to be true. She was unsure what to do now, but she figured she would find out soon enough.

BY SKYLARK'S FOLLY AT ADOXOGRAPHY & CAUTION

[General SigmaButt σ]

^{There has to be faith, which is not expressed, in things to which you cling
in ideas and opinions, to which you cling in a kind of desperation}
[smear:7319e6]C Y C L Θ N E[/smear:ff8800:3]
^{faith is the act of letting go,
and that must begin with letting go of God}

The wind whipped through the brute's lion-like mane as flew. Large osprey wings beat the air, keeping his body aloft above the tree tops. As his gold and crimson oculars scanned the horizon, he couldn't help but wonder how others seen the world, only from their place on the ground. He couldn't imagine it. In his mind, it had to be a dreadfully dull view. But right now, the view was not his concern. He had just return back to these lands after going on a mission with his father, the stag he viewed as his uncle, and the vix he seen as a cousin. Scars and wounds, still healing, littered his heavily marked hide. Now he was on his way to his mother's lands, Cocytus, to see his twin brother, Satanael. He had been away longer than he thought he would and deeply wished to see his brother once more.

A squeak, barely audible over the roar of the wind in his auds, caught his attention. Cyclone cast a glance over his shoulder to see his companion, a red panda named Red, clinging for dear life to the strands of his mane. He gave the small creature a toothy grin. "Don't worry, Red. I'm about to land." All he got in response from his little friend was a glare. He knew that Red hated flying but Cyclone absolutely loved it. He had wings after all, might as well enjoy them! Still, he needed to land. He was a large, heavily built stag, and even though his wings were built to carry him in the air, it took a toll on him after a while.

With that, he made the descent. Eyes landed on an opening in the trees not too far ahead. The foliage seemed withered and rotted in this area. All the trees were gnarled and looked like jagged claws reaching up from the ground to rip him from the skies. It was then that he noticed a figure in the area. He was still too far to properly determine what the being looked like. Deftly, he dodged the outreaching branches and landed quite heavily on the ground. Even though he had yet to finish growing, he already reached the size of his sire, nearly nineteen hands. His brother wasn't too much shorter either.

He shook out his silver and crimson wings before tucking them in and walking toward the figure. It appeared to be a 'she', and there was a small carcass at her feet, properly mutilated and bloodied. She seemed to have blood on her velvets and he figured she snacked on the body. Whether just blood or flesh, he didn't know. She seemed heavily marked as well. Cyclone determined that she was rather pretty, even being so young. Personally, he wasn't really attracted to females, but he could appreciate another being's looks all the same. He walked forward, a polite grin on his lips. Although, his large sabre fangs weren't the most reassuring sight.

Eyes, so much like his sire's, drifted from the young vix to the carcass before slipping back to her, amusement playing on his visage. When he spoke, his voice was deep and rich. It lacked the gritty tone that his father's held. "Hope I'm not interrupting your lunch. I figured I'd just, uh...drop in?" The more he spoke, the more unsure he became on whether he was being a nuisance or not. Not to mention the godawful, unintentional pun that slipped out. He had the urge to ruffle his feathers or twitch his cat-like tail, motions he usually reserved for when nervous or embarrassed, but he forced himself not to. His father had been trying to teach him to hide any unnecessary emotions and gestures. They gave too much away and could be used against him. Instead, he spoke again as if he hadn't just proven how much of a nerdlord he truly was. "My name is Cyclone."

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Tagged: Trinity
Notes: First real post with him, sorry for the shit D:

[Trinity]

Unholy Trinity General SigmaButt σ awful sorry 623 words The blood had placed the minx in a different mind set far more different from the one that she was constantly stuck in. The feeling of self worth stripped from her before she had a chance to even feel it. A vision flashed before her eyes, A colt whose name was long forgotten stood over her. He seemed taken by the little lass so much so that he cut himself on a rock. The scent of blood drove the young lass crazy, she latched onto the wound the blood as it flowed into her mouth had a metallic sweet taste. The feeling wondrous for the flicka, as she shivered with excitement. It was hard for her to break free from him and not suck the life from the older colt.' Everything seemed to fade from there and she was lost from that world. Confusion set in for the flicka, was that her? Was she meant to be back in that life? Was it some random stranger? Obviously not or she would not have felt so... familiar.. at home with the taste of the metallic liquid. A snort escaped her nostrils as the sound of another seemed to fully snap her from her trance. "Hope I'm not interrupting your lunch. I figured I'd just, uh...drop in?" The words deep and rich reached her spotted ears. Icy blue with a jagged ring of gold around her iris, and blood red around her pupil reached the one who seemingly interrupted her but anger was not found inside of her. They immediately spotted his wings she found herself thinking, is that all she would come into contact with? Another male with wings??? Why? She blinked lightly for a second silence still managing to hold onto her unwilling to release its death grip. He spoke once more his name Cyclone... She had heard that name before. The wheels started to churn in her mind watching the large colt for a moment longer, "Cyclone.... cyclone.. I have heard your name before... is your mother Witchcrypt?" The young minx questioned him her voice soft and Feminine but strong all the same. If he was her son UT knew that it meant she would have someone else that was seemingly off limits as well. Not that the filly wished to have either one, but it was something that stuck with her. A gentle smile made its way to her crimson colored lips. "As far as interrupting my lunch.. I am done with him anyways." the tri-colored ess managed to speak. "Ohh. my bad I am Unholy Trinity." The flicka was oddly calm something that she enjoyed being around others given her lack of parents that cared about her. multi-colored orbs moved farther, studying his fangs.. wishing she had fangs.. something other then just her glowing brindles, they continued to move through studying his cat like tail as well as his lion like mane. The broncs deformities set him above many and in a way the minx was a bit jealous of the one before her but she knew she would be herself and that is all that mattered. Orbs then advanced to something seemingly hidden on his back, A red little thing, something that she had never seen before. A look was sent in its direction, but instead she shifted her weight observing him. Silence once more made itself at home with the minx as she watched him. Time ticked on as if to lead the filly farther from her vision.. What had it meant?  The breeze flowed through the lands, Ebonite with silver and brown locks flowed along making its place at home. The sun caused the filly to feel better the snow was.. annoying from time to time.

BY SKYLARK'S FOLLY AT ADOXOGRAPHY & CAUTION