my cyanide in paradise;; [open]

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[smear:072950]R E V O L T[/smear:044609]
i am now an instrument of violence
i am a vessel of invincibility

So close to the sea, there is no snow lining the filthy particulates of sand; water rushes up to lap along the motes and is dragged back, groaning, into the sea by the pull of gravity. High above, the moon rides on clouds and stars hint at twinkling, seeming so far away from the earth. At the point where the sea meets the land, a small starfish pulls itself along, looking for anything upon which to eat and finding nothing. Soon enough it will be claimed by a passing seagull who will forget to be vigilant whilst eating it; the seagull will become a meal for the passing hawk who will become a meal for the passing wolf and perhaps a larger predator will get the wolf. The circle of life waits for no creature, not even a tiny starfish whose only desire in the world currently is to locate something to eat. It will die, as everything and everyone will die, but it will not die screaming or needlessly. Most animals do not kill for fun or for pleasure but merely to survive because in this world, only the strong survive. This is a lesson the mahogany steed has learned from the very cradle into which he had been born.

This monstrosity of a beach had called to the mogul, whose entire life had existed on a small peninsula most often dripping blood and carcasses down into the sea. Inky tendrils danced into emerald gems as he observed the goings on of the world, though there was little care glimmering in those malachite oculars, flecked with gilt and ashen speckles. The cold visionaries shift to observe the starfish but he moves on from it, unimpressed, uninterested, and they lifted to watched the cliff face high above him. The prickling sensation of eyes on him has the scarred, lacy flesh of his shoulder rippling, the ivory lace appearing to lick at the wide expanse of his shoulder like the waves lick the sand. Somewhere far off, a wolf, hungry from the winter already so harsh so early own, sends up a miserable call; perhaps a mate of his has died. Revolt cares little for this, for he is too strong, too powerful, too big for a single wolf to take on and a pack would find itself hard pressed as well to bring down the mogul. Seventeen hands of solid muscle, he was a creature not to be fucked with and it showed in the arrogance of the gait that he carried himself with.

He comes to stand near the edge of rock that overhangs the sea, looking down into the frothing, swirling cauldron of water that seems almost to try to reach for him, leaping up to brush droplets along his sturdy hocks. if the mogul is troubled by this in the slightest nothing of it shows upon his emotionless facade. Even the breaking of a dorsal fin someways off from the shore doesn't trouble him. A dull glimmer of something like mirth flashes in his jaded oculars but nothing in the form of sound rumbles forth. The wind howls, pressing hard against his chassis, and his cranial tomb is turned towards it, accepting of the blast of icy breeze that all but rips through him; he shivers pleasantly. A rough exhalation is given only seconds later, however, as the wind drops off again; clouds are beginning to blot out the moon and the scent of snow is heavy in the air, mixed with the salt of the sea and old blood on the sand. In just a moment, the sky is blotted out and snow is falling to land on the hessian, on the sand, in the sea, melting even as it touches down.

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notes: brand spanking new character, first post with him! super excited for him too! download crackin to see font as intended

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Ellaria

It was a bitter cold night, the wind raced along the earth, whipping up anything in sight. The round source of white light cast down upon a long figure in the dark, a light coloured equine, her coat a pale gold and the wind tugged at her pale cream strands of hair, trying to tease them away from her body. She walked head down through the grasses, she appeared cold but determined and every now and again she would stop raise her head and take in a deep breath of air, noting that the saltiness increased with every stride. She was trying to reach the sea, for it had been too long since she had felt the soft shifting of sand beneath her feet and long to feel close to home and the warmth once again by finding some. She knew where there was an ocean there was usually a beach covered with sand. Although she noted other scents starting to grow in strength the closer she got a strange smell almost rotten mixed with the metallic scent of blood, this was odd she thought but maybe just an animal she would soon come upon dead and in strong decomposition.

Finally her feet found the softness of the sand and she looked along the beach, hazel eyes suddenly wide at what she saw. The grains were a dull brown with a red tinge as if stained with blood and she hoped that were not the case here. The sea rolled in and out not in the usually gentle fashion but it came crashing in as if trying to destroy the ground it landed upon and it was a foamy grey, leaving debris on the sand with each turn. As it was pulled back out it rattled like an animal taking its last breaths, a rasping sound that was cruelty to the ear. She started to walk down the sand noticing as she passed creatures from the sea dead upon the shore, some were normal as she had seen before but some appear monstrous, sick and twisted with deformities, the few fish she noticed had no scales just a silvery skin that appeared to be paper thin. She stopped for a moment to look down upon one that had its jaw agape, its teeth were so long their pierced its own flesh, the stuck out at all angles making it appear terrifying and had it not been dead it may have been a formidable predator.

Making her way further down the beach to a rocky outcrop hanging out over the edge of the deep black ocean, she noticed that she was not alone, there stood upon the rocks a tall dark hued equine. It appeared to be a stallion but she could have been mistaken due to his size although he appeared to have the bulk that a stallion does. In the short light and from such a distance she could not make out his true colouring but thought he appeared to be a rich brown in colour as his locks were definitely the darker shade of black. His coat upon his spine appeared strange streaked with a pale tone in a pattern that she had never witnessed before and there was a dash of the same colour upon his cheek cutting up to his eye, were these scars of some kind she wondered. She let her golden limbs take her a few steps further until she stood just below and behind him still upon the soft sands, she wondered what he was thinking overlooking the ocean as he did, he appeared deep in thought and showed no sign of acknowledging her presence although she could not be sure. Suddenly she had a worrying thought, was he about to leap, was this an attempt to end his life, as although horses could swim as she knew from experience the wind made the sea rough and dangerous that even the best swimmers would struggle to escape it. She finally cried out to him in a plea if he were about to jump, “Please don’t jump, it won’t be worth it!” Her voice was shrill and worried as she could not bear to witness him jump as she knew she could do nothing to save him if he did.

Word Count; 716
Tagged; Revolt
Notes; Hope its not too bad for a first post in a couple of years.