with our backs to the wall | carnage

[KUNA ✌]

phoenix

(“Good, Nixxy. You’re getting the hang of it!” His lips tip up into a small, something she’s rarely seen. Her own mouth finds itself moving upward too and the roar of the ocean beside them dwindles down to nothing, just his voice. “You should try that move more often,” he admits, those dull gold eyes holding a smug expression as she realizes their positioning. He is in the sand, on his side, and her forelegs are planted on either side of him. She’s looming over him, but their heads are precariously put close together.

A nervous laugh chuckles out of her lips as she moves off of him and lets him stand, although his smirking expression doesn’t leave. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment – her childish behaviors when it comes down to men and their, ahem, tools have still refused to fade away. When he stands, shaking the sand out of his dark mane, she watches him, observing every move he makes in preparation for his next random attack. Their training as been going well and her explosive desire to kill has become heightened with each training session.

While she observes him, he suddenly moves closer, but the look in his eyes suggests this session will be anything but fighting training. And she falls into him, because she doesn’t know what else to do.)

A gasp runs out of Phoenix’s throat, racing away and mixing with the wind that buffets her. When she’d approached this shoreline, the flashbacks had been unrelenting. Memories she had forced away (because the sight of his face stained with blood from her had killed her, despite how much she needed to do it) were threatening to come back and torture her. Perhaps it was, on a beach similar to this, that she had found the first flickers of something that wasn’t bloodthirsty or uncaring. Perhaps it was, on a beach similar to this, that she had truly discovered something she could have been without the name ‘murderer’ written along the vertebrae of her spine.

But she had killed him before things could get any worse than they already were. She had killed him before those whispered words and hot breaths and passionate touches had made their way into her mind and eventually wormed their way to her heart. She had killed him before the word ‘love’ had fallen from his lips. And maybe he would have, if she had given him another night. But she hadn’t. And now she is here, gazing out across a restless sea with a summer wind tugging at her dark brown mane and a now-pulpy (pulpy with blood and mangled pieces of body and organs and skin) starfish at her feet.

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C arnage had found himself bored again and just needing something fun to do. Releasing a sigh from his muzzle as he thought about when he was visiting his old mentor and even seeing the sight of his son was something that he truly did not expect to ever see, but of course that is what he saw today. Releasing a twitch from his muscle as a pest tried to distract him from his thoughts that he had pondering around. Unsure of just what he was going to even do in this place now that he was back and wandering around this place. Shaking his mane as he started to canter forwards over the terrain. Needing to stretch from just allowing himself to kind of just wander and standing around. An once he heard the sound of the ocean again. Then he went and slowed his figure and allowed his eyes to scan around. Snorting at the scent that was in the air and floating into the surrounding area. He was slowly enjoying this moment of being alone. C arnage allowed his figure to continue on forwards over the terrain with thorns perked high there upon his skull. Unsure of just what things were going to bring him and that was until he found himself seeing the sight of a mare in the distance. Tilting his head as h looked around to see that no one was around but the vibe that was heading his way seemed a bit out there.  So he shrugged his shoulders and started over towards the mare that was near by. Trying to figure whether it was a good idea or not, but he did not care at this point. He was to far ahead now to turn around and wander away at this point. "Hello there." He said as he slowed his figure and then came to a halt a good distance from her. Putting on his grinning and that slick ladies man look going on. Dipping his skull over towards the mare. "My name is Carnage, m'dear. May  I know just what your's might be?" Asking with thorns perked on his skull as he looked over her figure with interest. Trying to figure out just what this stallion might be doing with t his mare. Yes he was pretty scarred up, but right now he as not going to let that harm the boy. He push a smile there on his face and held himself up and manly as he looked at the mare. xxxx KUNA ✌

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[KUNA ✌]

phoenix

It seems that in this place there are many who are bored. The dun mare cannot say that she has; sometimes it seems that there are not enough hours of daylight to get whatever she wants done. Whether it’s exploring or practicing fighting with some random woodland creature (which often results in a messy pile of bones and organs and blood) or simply doing the normal things a horse does, she rarely finds herself bored. Although, perhaps the newness and shininess of the land will dull with time, as all things do.

It wasn’t long that someone approached her. It seemed to be a stallion, by the smell of testosterone and stupidity. A slow smirk worked its way onto her dark lips, winding along her face into the green of her eyes. His voice eventually reached her, slippery and charming all rolled into one. Tossing her head to rid her vision of her dark tendrils, the dun turns to inspect the stallion. He seems handsome, by the look of things, but she instantly wonders if he is another male run more by his baby-making parts rather than his actual mind.

Nonetheless, she replies to his question. “It’s Phoenix, not m’lady.” She grins wildly at him, an untamed look crossing her eyes and a teasing tone flowing out of her Spanish-accented words. The exotic tunes are unnatural in these parts and so far the murderer has only met one other horse who knows the same tongue as her. “Carnage is an interesting name…” Carnage makes her think of blood and death and twisted rotting bodies with legs flailing toward the sky as if trying to run away from death on clouds. “It reminds me of death.” There’s an almost flicker of darkness that flashes across her green eyes, but it is quickly hidden in that neutral look of uncaringness.

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