disobeying little shit; open

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:bbbbbb]S A T A N A E L[/smear:444444]

This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage..

Incubus eyes took in the landscape around them. The rolling green hills were at their peak in freshness, the hot summer air taking away the moisture they so craved but also giving them the life they needed. Trees stood tall in the distance, letting all know just where the meadow ended though the distance was hard to judge exactly. Birds tweeted as they dodged between trees and all around the vast plains. It was a warm and happy day in the meadow. The sun beat upon the pale pelt of the colt. Sweat had not yet come to be upon his pelt but he knew it eventually would. He lived in a land much warmer than this measly meadow. Reach, his Father's land. It was mostly desert and the heat index there could get to all time highs, sometimes so hot that it was impossible to move. The heat of the meadow was relaxing but nothing compared to the heat of his home. Though the meadow did beat his home in lush beauty. Reach had its own version of beautiful but he was certain his Father never intended for his home to be beautiful.

Satanael snorted harshly, his long tail swishing away the flies at his hocks. The grass came to his chest, which in reality wasn't that high, he wasn't even a year old yet. He had been born about six months ago, but it was already determined that he would be a large stallion when he came to be of age. From birth he had pitied his mother for carrying him and his twin around, who was much larger than he was, and their mother being a lot smaller than the two of them and their sire. Though, Satan had learned to keep his worries to himself a long time ago, or at least to a minimum. His Dam didn't quite like it when he fawned over her like he was her Mother and she wasn't his. He had no idea where he got his worrisome ways from. His Mother did not worry and nor did his Father. They were an odd couple, that was for sure, but Satanael wouldn't question it. As long as he had his Family, he was fine. That was one thing he did get from his Mother. Family is everything.

His auds swivelled slightly and he took in the various sounds that were around his little area. He had managed to sneak off from Reach. It was beginning to get hectic. Training everyday and Satan always managed to get in trouble somehow, even though he absolutely never wanted to disappoint his Father, he always seemed to manage to do that. He sighed and looked down at the grass at his chest. He had intended to go and see his Mother. Word was that she was pregnant again and he was certain it wasn't going to be a full sibling for him. He wondered if it would be another brother or a sister. He hoped another brother because he had plenty of sisters, while he hadn't met two of his sisters, he still had too many in his opinion. His little trip to see his Mother had gone astray and he ended up in the Meadows.

He lifted his limbs, stepping silently through the grass. He would need to go back to Reach eventually. He was almost certain he would be punished for going off without permission or someone to walk with him. Plus he was pretty sure he had missed out on mid-day training. He huffed. Why he wanted to be a merc like his sire was beyond his own comprehension, why couldn't he go the normal route and just take the crown his Mother offered? Oh, that's right, he wanted to be like his Father. He snorted and pinned his auds, moving through the grasses in a relaxed manner.

[♥--Tilly]

A warm lull seemed to settle around her, and the young femme seeemed to ease into its comfortable edges. It was cool here – comparatively that is, and she lay in the shadows of a few tall pines that encroached slightly upon the beautiful meadow. Pillars were folded beneath her and a demur flick of her whipcord was the only offset it seemed to her placidness. Frigga’s ribcaged passed a contented sigh, which melded with the meadows and a collective whisper spread through its emerald depths. The break the little beauty had been given was a much needed recluse, and she relished it in this moment as her visionaries blinked lazily under the shaded embrace of this green world – so distinct and full of life.

Frigga’s life was a tiring one, with her strictly upheld training schedule and her willingness to always take on more. It was evident at times the toll it took on her and likely why she had been given this one day of rest. But the restless itch in her legs and spirit was constantly there, and thus when the wind pulled a familiar scent into her nares her crystalline calm seemed to shatter all at once. Audits lifted atop her crown and her dainty cranium tilted high atop her nape – trying to spot the owner of such cologne. Pale azure optics quickly found their mark, a pale colt about her age.

A smile broke quickly across her labrums, and she rose above the blades of the emerald sea. Beauty was becoming upon her, and it seemed to have ripened since the two had spent any length of time together outside of training. Her fluffy tail had lengthened and her lean muscle had grown, an amount of the downy coat shed for a more sleek appearance. Frigga was growing into the heartache she would one day be, but the naïve enthusiasm had still not left her.

Gracefully, she glided towards him – the blades parting around her and bowing their sharp heads to her and the breeze alike. Ivory banner with its dark roots moved to one side, swinging alongside the cool breeze that seemed to awaken the lands as a whole. Mahogany frame approached him at a bright pace, muscles rolling underneath the faint sheen of sweat that had gathered from her journey here in the moments preceding this meeting.

The grass rose to just above her chest, and she noted how it fell shorter upon Satanael, one day he would be a good deal taller than she. As she neared him, she could not help but to notice that impending maturity was becoming of him as well. A faint blush threatened to creep across her dark façade, but with a quick breath she stifled it. The vixen slowed as she came within earshot of him, the singsong grin still captured clearly upon her maw. But decided otherwise and skipped to her side, her good humor displayed all across her frame. A gentle nudge was offered to him and greeting – a tender greeting filled with the foal-like lightness that she felt towards the young brute. Nares pulled in his familiarity and a sheepish smile overcame her before the filly regained more of her composure, why be all business on a day like today? The sun shone bright down upon them and tension had ebbed away entirely from her.

“Satanael,” She sounded, her voice seeming to compliment the birds own songs, “I could not have been happier to run into anyone else!” The filly came to halt before him, her pale forelock tumbling over her visionary slightly adding the slightest hint of mystery to the femme. Frigga captured the essence of dark and light elements throughout her entirety from her strange mixture of smoky and ivory hues painted upon her body to the features of her personality.

words: 639 tagged: Satanael muse: Decent

^{by ♛befera background image: harold.lloyd}

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:bbbbbb]S A T A N A E L[/smear:444444]

This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage..

The breeze picked up and ruffled the young colt's short mane, tickling his auds. His auds were slightly bigger than what they should be, or at least that's what his sister Maleficent had told him upon first meeting her. She always called him Rabbit Ears, being young and having never seen a rabbit, it had not bothered him. His Mother had told him to ignore this particular sister for she was a bit of a trouble starter in her later years. He had told his Mother he would, but upon seeing a rabbit for the first time, he had become offended and found it hard to ignore his sister when she came around and used the 'nickname' for him. He would not whine about it but anyone could see how his mood soured. He hated nicknames from then on out. No matter if they were pet names or actual insults, he didn't care. The only exceptions were Sattie and Tan Tan from his 'cousin' and twin. And of course when his parents used the shortened version of his name, Satan.

The meadow was alight with noise; the chirping of birds, the singing of crickets and the croak of frogs all melodied together with the rustle of grass as the brindled colt moved through the tall grass. The grass tickled his belly but he gave no inclination that it irritated him. He had learned a lot in the past few months and had done less of skipping out on his training, partly because he tried to be partners with Frigga when he could, though he was mostly paired with his brother or one of his cousins, and sometimes his Father. In the past two months he had only skipped out three times and this was the third. He had woken up earlier than even his Sire and had exited Reach; walking around for hours until he found the meadow. He was sure there was hell to pay when he got home. Satanael halted his steps but the rustling sound of the grass continued, thanks to his little companion, Panda. The little red panda snaked through the grass behind him, his cranium looking over his shoulder and tainted lips curling into a grin at the moving grass. She would never get anywhere near maybe his knee in height and that would be when she stood up. He had no idea why he had chosen something so small as a companion, but when he had first learned to walk, he and his brother had found two abandoned little pandas and had taken them in. While they had to sit off to the side during training, he was happy Meta had allowed them to keep the furry little creatures. Panda was now his closest friend, minus his actual twin, Cyclone.

Once the little femme caught up with him, he lashed his long tail around in the air and then continued moving. He was headed back to Reach now. He estimated that he would make it there by the time it turned dark and that was in more ways than one. Months prior he was pretty sure he had nearly put his sire over the brink by back talking. He wondered if his Mother had ever made Meta that angry. He highly doubted it; but knowing them, it was entirely possible and bound to happen. A bird swiped at his skull then and he ducked just in time, halting and shaking his mane in agitation, gold-red eyes watching the bird flit off in the distance. He narrowed his opts in slight annoyance; he did not particularly like being attacked without knowing, he wasn't even anywhere near a damn tree that the bird's possible children were in. He snorted in annoyance; just as a muzzle pressed into his side. The large colt gave a start and he tossed his skull, looking for the culprit. His fiery eyes landed on the one filly that had somewhat stopped exactly what he was doing now. He wanted to let the being that had touched him know what he thought, but as soon as he had figured out it was Frigga, all of those thoughts went away and he couldn't help the slight smile that graced his lips.

He inhaled and all he got was the scent that was Frigga. It was a comforting smell and also exciting; his long tail curled slightly as he attempted to reign in that foalish excitement that wanted to spring free in her presence. His training was taking its toll on him it seemed, almost a year old and his foalish ways were already being sucked out of him. 'Just let loose.' He told himself as she spoke and her words made a full smile come to his lips as she stopped before him. She was growing to be quite beautiful, not that she wasn't yet, but he just knew she would be a show-stopper when she finally grew into her body. His heart tightened painfully and he coughed slightly before composing himself. " Frigga, I did not expect to see you out here. Not that I am disappointed, of course." He grinned, his voice was beginning to take on a deeper, more mature tenor; it was sure to be a rumble when he fully came of age.