make me wanna die; stat

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

OBELISK

The silver of the moon beat down upon his pale pelt as he moved like a specter through the trees. Mammals and birds alike silenced themselves as the predator moved through the dim, icy woods. They really had nothing to fear from the dominant white stallion, he was not a cannibal like many of Lucifer's spawn. There was nothing abnormal about him, other than the thick feathering from hoof to abdomen and the ten foot long monkey-like tail. Every thing just assumed the changing equines always had sharp dentals and a taste for blood. But Obelisk preferred the sweet taste of grass and the rare strawberry he found growing wild every once in a while. But there was another reason they shivered in fear when he walked through the forests. His companion was a carnivore and he often killed for the Corsac fox. At the moment, Azar was somewhere around him, hunting. He could not hear the small fox but he knew he would return soon.

Obelisk shifted his long tail, twirling it in the air in meaningless patterns as he lazily walked. He had no course. He was actually looking for his small brother, Abyss. A little birdy had told him that the black beast had been seen harassing prisoners in the Outlands. Obelisk could only roll his eyes. His brother was messing around in the Outlands. THE OUTLANDS. It was called the Outlands for a damn reason. It wasn't the land itself that was the problem, but the badass bitch that ran this place. No one fucked with Novelty. No one. And he had heard the stories of just what Novelty would do to people that came into her lands for no reason. He feared slightly for his brother. Now he had to go fish the barbarian out before he got thrown into a cage and push him back into Imperium lands where he would be safe, that was if he got to him before Novelty found out. Or Nirvana. He had no idea how the Empress would react. At first, he wasn't going to even bother with going after him, but the protective side of him proved him wrong and now he was here, out in the fucking Outlands, looking over his shoulder for the damn Guards.

This is beginning to get tedious. He grumbled in his head as he ducked beneath a branch. He had told no one of his departure but he was sure Damask had noticed by now. But he wasn't worried. He snorted just as the shrill neigh broke through the quiet. He stopped his movement, looking around the forest. He curled his tail around his back leg as his auds flickered around, listening for the sound again. After a moment of nothing, he moved towards the area it had come from. It was obviously an equine. His long legs carried him quickly through the dead land. It had sounded like something dying, there was clear distress in the vocals. He came to a halt instantly as the vocals of a mare came to him. He flared his nasals and could faintly smell her on the chill wind. He rounded a rock and there she was. But by the time he had reached her, she was dead. He flicked his tail and decided to step out of the shadows, the moonlight making his white pelt look silvery. He looked down upon her, his lips unmoving as he stood quietly, watching the dead bodice of the female.

[`Şŧaŧi№vå_]

I can tell you've never been true to me I can smell that you're acting so fearfully I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear I can feel the alarm bells ringing in me The onyx damsel stood upon her usual perch in the wintery weather, it was a small four foot cliff with dead, yellow grass hanging over the edge like a lichen curtain. Below was a small pool of water fed by an underground spring, its sandy bed making it nice for a quick dip when temperatures exceeded a hundred degrees, however, the surface was now frozen with slick ice and the land filled with snow. The pool was only a little over five feet at its deepest point and made it a great play place for any young foals birthed by prisoners or other members of the outlands in the summer. Beyond the pool was a small cluster of foals, seven were birthed from prisoners, three were from Outland Members, with one of them being her own. Today Megrim, Arabella, Isis, Crion, and Aurelie were watching the foals, Megrim was only here to watch her own son, Vivillon. She watched not because she thought he would be treated unfairly, but because he treated the prisoner foals, as if they too, deserved to be beaten for their parent's crime. The bay colt was the largest of them all, and had every intention of deeming himself at top of the pecking order. He was a determined youngin, Megrim would give him that, but if he were to ever be a leader of The Outlands, he would have to learn to be patient, and learn that forgiveness was better than greed. Megrim had much to teach the young child yet, but with time. The damsel watched as the colt pawed with his foreleg butting his head down. His small ram horns bumping under the surface of his skin and he bolted forward in an agile leap as if he were attacking an opponent, jaws opened and little serrated teeth snapped shut on air. He threw his head down once more and turned to a filly, pawing again. "Vivillon." Megrim called in a stern voice, a low warning growl emitted from her maw as she warned him for the second time. Testy the little hellion was, and certainly new how to get himself into trouble. The filly ran off to play with the other foals, leaving Vivillon to his lonesome. None of the others wanted to play with him, Megrim took notice, he was too large and too rough, always battle-ready. He was at the top, the other young foals feared him, Megrim could see it in their eyes when they looked at her bay son, and at the top, it was truly and utterly lonely. She could understand the feeling that Vivillon felt. Megrim looked down to her companion Themis, the little witch of a fox huffed and got to her limbs, looking up to Megrim and then trotted down the other side of the cliff to retrieve the silver bay ram. Her white coat blending with the snow blanketed land. With a quick movement she nipped at Vivillon's tail, grabbing his attention and dragging him back to Megrim, who nudged him with her muzzle and turned towards the bowl of the land where she would find Novelty and Vivillon's winged brother. When she was about to leave, a blood curdling scream filled the air and her audits pricked forward and then back against her poll. "Guards! Take all of the young ones back to haven, play time is over. Megrim then turned to Vivillon, "Go with the guards and if I hear of any misbehaving I will surely have Novelty reprimand you." She spoke in a threatening tone to her child who knew what kind of reprimands he would get from Novelty. With that the guards collected all the foals in a tight bundle, and swooped in protective circle around them, herding them to safety in a speedy pace. Once they were out of sight, Megrim signaled to Themis with a whip of her long white tresses on her banner, setting into a trot after the screams with the three-tailed fox at her heels. Upon the scene, a grulla mare laid in a pool of blood with a bleak stallion standing over top of her. The grulla was lacerated, and her jugular was crushed. The dead ess was a victim who was falsely accused and was just given her freedom back, and now here, she laid. Dead. Given her freedom and murdered shortly after. It angered Megrim, but she was not to blame another soul without evidence. With a roar, her hooves strummed into the cracked desert, small pebble bouncing from the vibration. She barred her teeth at the intruder, approaching with her head snaked low and her voice was menacing, cold and buring like acid, "State your name and your reason of trespassing here." The friesian huntress demanded, ready to release her attack on on the pallid brute. Themis stood at Megrim's barrel now and spat at something beyond him, fluffing her tails and raising her back in a territorial manner. WORDS:832 I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing I can pray but I know you commit a sin I can sense now it's all become clear to see You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

OBELISK

Silvered eyes looked down upon the beauty of a mare. She had been attacked by something, the damage to her body was enough to prove that. There were hoof marks all over her body, bruises forming here and there. Blood came from her nasals and maw and her pristine pelt was covered in it as well. Her death was painful, that much Obelisk could gather from it. But he wasn't the tracker, the one with the keen eye. That was his little shit of a brother, who he was sticking his neck out for again. Large stilts lifted to move closer to the mare, examining her bodice further. She was young, perhaps four years old. She was of Quarter Horse build and was a beautiful flea bitten grey. Her brown eyes were dull with death and it reminded him of the lake that circled Cocytus, always having those eyes on you. He snorted, lifting his skull away from the dead body, his ten foot tail curling about the air around him. Silver eyes flashed around the land, looking for the culprit, someone killed her and they hadn't been gone long.

Azar popped out of a shrub, startling the big beast. Obelisk shied to the side, tossing his skull slightly. The fox yipped and danced beneath the tall monster, his scent finally reaching the nares of the stallion. Silver oculars found the fox beneath his hulking frame and Obelisk snorted, glaring at the rodent eater. Azar simply touched noses with his friend and Obelisk blew through his nose at him. The fox made an annoyed face and Obelisk lifted his skull, just as a female came flying at him, a growl in her throat. He did not flinch, standing tall and unmoving. She was shorter than he was, so she was no immediate threat. He looked over her black bodice, the white tresses and the odd white marking upon her flesh. Azar puffed up, growling and threatening the companion of the mare. Obelisk's attention went from the foxes to the mare when she spoke. His long tail lazily curled around to his chest as her words dripped out.

Silver oculars stared upon the mare, her words ringing in his auds. She obviously had some sort of power here, in the outlands. He groaned, he was in a shit position. Here he was, looking for his brother, trespassing in the Outlands and he had come up on a dead body and now he was the culprit. Just fucking great. The poker-faced stallion blew through his nares, tail twitching slightly. "My name is Obelisk, triplet to Damask and Abyss. Son of Convict and Nightmare. Guardian of Coctyus and bodyguard of Witchcrypt, daughter of Lucifer and Hysteria, leader of Coctyus. And I have come to retrieve my brother, he was last seen here, wandering the outskirts of the land." He said in his monotone vocals. They held the tempre of a male but were one toned, never changing, no matter the situation. And this situation would be gone to hell if he were accused of killing.

[`Şŧaŧi№vå_]

I can tell you've never been true to me I can smell that you're acting so fearfully I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear I can feel the alarm bells ringing in me The onyx damsel looked at the abalaster mass, her honed and pointed enamels were visible under her flattened lips. A few feet away, she could hear Themis growling, her soft pads shifting to and fro in Megrim's ear. The damsel knew the three tailed critter was just waiting for a signal. Megrim did not take her eyes off the bleak hessian, her blood stained blue orbs glared upwards at him as he spoke in a flat, serious voice. She listened to what he had to say, and a low snarl trembled in her throat as her skull lowered even more. She kept her teeth bared, the trembling snarl growing louder as a dare for him to make any sudden movements. Her voice came low and quick, "Step away from the mare." She instructed him as her own hooves, dragged in the hot sand to the mare. Quietly she whispered to the fallen flicka, a soft lullaby for the dead. As she did this, the damsel searched for any scents before completing the ritual with a crushing bite to the throat. The bite was quick and strong, barely enough time for much blood to seep into her mouth. With that, the damsel slowly raised her onyx cranium, backing away from the fallen to let the body rest in peace. With her eyes never moving from the brute, Megrim flicked her tail and instantly Themis changed her demeanor. The young white furred fox leaped away from the brute's companion and swiftly sat near Megrim's flank, tilting her little head to the side in an innocent manner. I did not have to scent this mare to know that you are not the criminal, Obelisk. I shall assume your brother is Abyss as Damask is your sister." Megrim stated clearly, her voice was nothing else except business-like now, but the surety of power was there. "You are to look for your brother and if he is cleared of murder, you are to leave unless you have further business being here. I will alert the guards of your presence and have them help you in search for your brother. Have you anything else to say, Obelisk?" The gargoyled huntress began to turn, her vivid orbs staring into his, ears pricked forward to hear any form of sound that would further come from him. (ooc: this post just turned into blah lol) WORDS:388 I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing I can pray but I know you commit a sin I can sense now it's all become clear to see You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously