||A New Chapter|| {Xato/Open}

[PrettyOdd]

No Muse D:

Lycan

Straying onwards, Lycan left the company of Zato briefly. Her vision scanned this new terrain, the instant heat soon took effect. The black hues to her coat, attracted the source heat. Raising her tail from her relaxed position natural Arabian trait left an arch to her tresses, whipping her flanks she thrashed the air creating somewhat of a breeze. The land here was a complete contrast, the sub zero snow had left her sight. Below now hard terrain of soil and grasses, above the clear sky not as visible. A thin canopy line guarded the vivid rays slightly, intense shades of green spanned out along the horizon. It was a nice change, but Lycan could not see herself managing to settle in such heat.
Her stride remained at a slow paced walk, her neck lowered allowing her muzzle to graze the grass tips. Ears pricked many sounds emitted from the lands, high pitched calls echoed from birds of feather. A barely audible hum of water could also be heard. Reaching a small clearing, the trees here were scattered. Thick trunks dispersed around the edges allowing a small glade to form, it was peaceful. A place where she could imagine, great relaxation of a powerful herd. Taking a mouthful, the grasses sweet. Luminous chords grew large and vast, finishing she quickly took another bite. She could eat freely, without the taste of watery snow melting around her.
Glancing back to Xato, a soft nicker released her. “This place is different, we came from such conditions to the exact opposite. Would you like to stay here a while ?” The journey began to tire the mare, fatigue loomed despite her stamina. The heavy snow proved to be a weather source that slowed travel, the numbness in her cannons soon became un noticeable.

Yaa colors XD

[Scout]

They had reached this forest type place. It was like a sudden heat wave had come over him. It perplexed him that such different climates could exist in one place. He was not complaining though. He preferred the warmer weather as apposed to the winter wasteland the two had just left. Xato through his head and shook his mane to absorb the heat and left it coarse through his whole body. The heat started by his ears and slowly it melted the cold away down his back and barrel and then finally to his big hooves.

Lycan must have been part Arabian because the way she carried her tail was a trade mark for the breed. He thought it was odd that such a large horse could have such a dainty and petite breed as part of her lineage. The brute like mare had left his presence for a moment. He took this time to graze a bit on the grass. It had been a long journey that a weaker horse probably could not have made. They had traveled through the winter wasteland, through the no-mans land and now to this forest. He needed to rest. Even the strongest horse needs to rest every once in a while. He flicked his tail back and forth in content while keeping his ears alert to ever noise. If a chipmunk scurried across the ground, he would know about it. He could get used to the warmer weather. It was much nicer than the freezing cold that he had just evacuated from.

Lycan's behavior was so strange to him. She could be fiery mad and then she could pretend like they were great friends. She nickered at him and he turned to look at her. He assumed that she must have something to say. He nodded with her statement about this place being different. It was obvious to him that it was but, if she felt the need to tell him that then, there was no reason not to. Yes, of course. He could tell that the journey had taken a toll on her. Even though he was stubborn and thick headed at times, he was also a care taker. He could tell when others where in need of something and he tries to get it for them if at all possible. So, his statement about not living to please others was only partially true. He does not bend to everyone's whimsy but, if there was a need, he would fill it. He turned back to continue eating the sweet grass that was here. He was hungry. If Lycan had anything that she would like to say to him, then she may and he would speak back to her but, at this moment he had no words to speak. He was not the type for casual conversation. He believes that if one is to speak then, it should be important.

((OOC: Just for future knowledge every post is supposed to be blockquoted. I know I forget sometimes so it's not a huge deal I just wanted to let you know. Don't worry about it too much but in the future try to remember :D))

[PrettyOdd]

Lycan froze her body for a moment, allowing herself to adjust to the heat. Her mind strayed, Xato seemed calmer here, maybe the journey had tiered him. Lycan knew it had her, a slight ache grew in her legs. Lowering her head to the ground once more, the mare took another bite of the grass. She must seem to strange to the stallion. She had teased him.. to the brink of violence with her antics, then caused a mere play fight before turning on her hatred charms. Now she was acting to relaxed, calm as if a different equine. This all mainly due to her split personality, the control inside her and the true mare which escapes every so often.
Ears pricked, every sound which loomed was stolen by her audits. The very same for each scent which caressed her nostrils.

Lycans gave drifted to the sky above, the thin canopy allowed a perfect view. Vivid hues of blue merged with the slightly darkened colours as the sun faded, each though illuminated by the soft moon. Raising her tail from a relaxed form, the mare thrashed the air attempting to remove the flies from her. Glancing found she nickered softly to Xato.

She felt at ease, peaceful. Something which she did not feel very often. Despite the thrill of hunting her prey, the killing always left her in a state of excitement rather than tranquillity. This feeling she truly enjoyed, it was something she would have to experience more often. Some days... ones like this it was when Lycan wanted nothing more than to be normal. Pushing thoughts aside, her attention resumed to the moment. Reality. She was not normal, a brute mare with extreme power and a strange lust. Despite this, she can act like an average equine. Except when around injury or weakness .

Moving forward a few strides, Lycan came to a halt once more beneath a tree. The large yet thin leaves above guarded from the fading heat. Closing her eyes, the word of darkness soon arrived. Inhaling to her peak, Lycan released a long breath.

OOC: Huh ? Is that like no colour ? theres a lot on here which I have never come across on a RP website before. I sound like a noob XD

[Scout]

OOC: no you can have color. blockquoting is when all the words are lined in the middle but im taking that rule out so you dont have to worry about it))

It was nicer here, the tension was almost gone between the two and the warm weather was much nicer. He preferred this climate to the wintery hell they had just gotten out of. He picked his head up. He didn't really want to graze right now, he didn't know what he wanted to. He was bored. A feeling he didn't normally feel. It was like a really light depression almost. He didn't really want to do anything but, yet he wanted to do something. He didn't really know what it is though. He thought about what he could do. He could chase a chipmunk but, that was to juvenile. He could go running but, he was too tired for that. Oh what to do? His thoughts drifted. He thought about everything and nothing at the same time. He thought about the sky and the clouds in it. He thought about the 50 degrees air that surrounded his body. He thought about how he was going to get along with the mare that was only a short distance away from him.

The two horses seemed to have bi-polar tendencies. One minute they were arguing to the point of violence and the next they were traveling together and nickering at each other. If they were going to be spending a lot of time together, it would never be boring at least. After thinking this, he let his mind go blank. It was nice to be able to do that, just to think about nothing and be relaxed.

Lycan nickered at him. He turned to her, assuming that she had something to say but, she said nothing. Nickering was a kind thing to do so, he returned the noise. He had no problem with being decent with another as long as they were decent with him. He didn't know how long this "niceness" was going to last because of their rapid change in moods but, he would enjoy it while it lasted. He rarely felt truly relaxed and it was a feeling he would like to have more often. He guessed that it was the fact that the he and the brute mare were probably the biggest horses here and that the two of them together could take on whomever they wanted. He couldn't imagine a horse that could take on the two of them and win. Together the two brutes could do almost anything they wanted. He snorted in content and happiness with that thought.

Lycan stood under a tree for a reason that he didn't know. He didn't think it was too hot here, only 50 degrees but, she probably had a reason for it. He chose not to ask because it wasn't important enough to him. She could stand under a tree if she wanted to.

The boredom still loomed in his head so he asked probably the most common question he had ever heard. What do you wanna do? He looked at her and his face looked bored. He was tired but, not quite ready to sleep yet. He did not want her to start demanding him around but, an idea would be appreciated.

[PrettyOdd]

Tilting her head, Lycan gave a smile as she heard the response to her kindness. Tail; for once not raised. Lowered with relaxation, deep ribbons teased in soft curls as they fell effortlessly. Lycans mind was clear, she felt at ease and it was nice. Her thoughts drifted to her company, how nice he was also. When they accepted each other, they seemed to get along perfectly in their similar ways. He was a pleasing equine to look at, his unique gold shades to his coat was unusual. Lycan had never seen many buckskins around the lands, she had to admit it was a rather aesthetically pleasing shade.

Taking a stride, Lycan come from the shadows. Her dark coat absorbed the intense heat more than she expected Xato’s to. The mare never tended to stay in the heat, the cooler lands took her fancy more. Not violent snow but warm conditions, supplied by lush meadows and plenty of equines. But then again, the place of wounded attracted her. Forcing these thoughts away her attention resumed to the situation, ears pricked she finally noticed the words that passed the stallions lips. “I do mind, is there anything you would prefer to do ?” her voice soft, a subtle tone of fatigue despite this boredom loomed. Lycan only spent the time of sleeping to be still; always active. She awoke at the early hours, each morning Lycan favoured to watch the sunrise. After she would roam the lands to graze, find equines and explore. Admittedly her days had started to become lonely, on meeting Xato she acted... wise in her mind not to push him away. But, to see if he could with stand her barrier.

Coming to a halt, Lycan stood with not a square posture. Her hind leg favoured, the tip of her right hind rested on the ground lazily. Craning her head forward, the mare inhaled the stallions scent. Familiarising his to her, Lycan softly nuzzled him before pulling her head back. She must have seemed so strange to him, her first impression to this must be like interacting with two different horses.

how do you backquote ? I set the writing to center align..

[Scout]

Lycan's voice was oddly soft and feminine. He wondered if she did this on purpose or if she really was a feminine mare that had felt threatened in the snow. Not really, I was only seeing if you wanted to do something.Lycan's dark coat was something that he saw regularly. Horses with darker colors just happened more often than lighter colored ones. Darker traits were more dominant that light so it would only make sense that there were more black horses and less lighter colored horses. Though, he did prefer darker colored mares to greys, whites or even buskins like himself. He couldn't put a hoof on it. There was something about dark colors that interested him. They were mysterious and dangerous in a way. He strangely like dangerous things. He considered himself a rather brave stallion so, dangerous things were only a mission to him. He tended to think of lots of things as missions. It helped get him through the days.

His posture, much like Lycan's, was relaxed and a bit lazy. He saw no need for great posture at the moment. Lycan nuzzled him and seemed to be familiarizing herself with his scent. A sign that she planned to stay with him for a while. He couldn't decide if this was a good thing or not. Lycan would prove useful in the future but, he didn't know if he could live with her. He had a feeling that even though their personalities were similar that they would be clashing quite often. If they were going to stay together, they were going to need some boundaries or, it would never work. They were too stubborn, dominant and opinionated to live together without some sort of rules. He familiarized himself with her scent as well because it would be rude if he didn't. He was too tired for a fight at the moment. Even the strongest horses needed to rest occasionally.

Xato didn't think much of Lycan's behavior. He just took it in stride. he figured that her mood would be changing dramatically randomly and there would be nothing he could do about it. If something happened and Lycan's mood changed then, he would deal with it then. He wasn't the type to be concerned with things before they happened. Though, he did wonder what other sides of Lycan there were. He had seen her aggressive side and now her more gentle side. There must be more to a horse than those two sides. he wondered what or who he would encounter in Lycan next. It was a mystery to him and it was interesting. Lycan fascinated him in a way. Perhaps having her around would be a good thing. There were not many horses that fascinated him and those that did, he tended to keep around for a while until he could figure them out. he assumed that he would never completely figure her out but, it would be fun to try.

there is a little arrow between the youtube button and the hyperlink button its on the second row of the tags and you just put your post in between the tags but, you don't have to if you dont want to. I took out the rule because it sounded really picky.

[PrettyOdd]

Ok, well I'm just fine here. Taking her head back, Lycan allowed her bold head to drop. Brushing her muzzle over the grass, taking a mouthful another barely audible chewing motion took over. Taking a stride away, the vivid rays constantly affected her. Having a unique contrast of black hues, the light attracted almost instantly to her coat. Raising her head in a slow movement, Lycan took the time to silently observe the stallion before her. There was something about him. Something which drew the mare in, an interesting factor despite their similar personalities. Xato was different, maybe it was just the simple fact he had stood up to her. The dominant streak in her life had been cut short, for once an equine had dared to stand up to her. This was amusing to the hare, much like herself she assumed Xato thought himself as a brute also. Closing her mind from the sudden rapid thought train, Lycan released a brief snort through flared nostrils.
Tail raised for a relaxed position, with ease she held a natural banner form. Thrashing the air in harsh movements, each time she made contact whipping her flanks. In an attempt to dislodge the even annoying flies, Lycan raised a hind leg as before as she kicked out. Composing herself for the impulsive actions, the mare turned her back to the stallion once more. Walking silently to the shade, here she preferred it. The canopy above provided limited shade from the bright sun, it was better than nothing and did allow her to cool slightly. The shadow below was a series of disfigured patterns, entwining shapes of thin leafs upon the ground swayed under her hoofs gently.

Breathing softly, the rise and fall of her sides was the mares only movement. Closing her orbs, a world of darkness was soon upon her. The long travel had taken its toll, a long day of both exploring for victims and teasing Xato had worn her out. Being one to wake an exceptional hour, Lycan often found herself weary. The only sounds audible came from both Xato and the birds of feather. A few lingered above in the fading light, other roosting in the varied trees.

[Scout]

Xato

He could understand that the mare didn't really want to do anything. Honestly he didn't want to do anything either. But this boredom was driving him nuts. He had this odd feeling like he had to do something. He was used to having tasks to do but, now he had none. He didn't know what to do with himself. He felt Lycan's eyes on him. He didn't know whether to think that it was creepy or flattering. He felt a bit smug. The mare who seemed to dislike him earlier today was now checking him out. He didn't know what she wanted but, her thoughts were no concern of his. If she wanted to say something, she would.

He dipped his bold head down to eat. He wasn't really hungry but, he didn't know what else to do. The grass tasted a bit bland in his opinion. But then again, everything seemed bland and dull at the moment. His munching was a bit loud at the moment. He didn't really care if it was rude to make so much noise when eating. He usually ate silently but, he didn't see much of a point in doing that. Lycan made some kind of snorting noise. He flicked his ear, not lifting his head. He heard Lycan's hoof coming closer. He assumed that she was coming back to the shade because of her darker color. He could imagine that she would feel a bit warmer than he did but, it was only 50 degrees here. It was much warmer than the snowy place they had just left though. Maybe she had trouble adjusting to different temperatures.

He continued eating, not paying too much attention to the mare who was now closer to him. They had proven that they are equally matched in a fight and with both of them being tired, he doubted it would happen. From what he could tell, she was mostly talk and no game. He believed that she could to damage but, that she wouldn't. He shook his mane because his neck was a bit itchy. There were not flies here at the moment because it was too cold for them so the itchiness really had no explanation.

The stallion's thoughts were emptied. He thought of absolutely nothing. His brain was a blank page. He liked it that way. If he was thinking nothing then he couldn't feel bored, angry, happy, sad, or any other emotion. Emotions were not for him. They got in the way of logic.

[PrettyOdd]

Allowing her head to drop fully, a heavy breath escaped as the mare inhaled to her peak; before exhaling slowly. Audits flickering constantly in a relaxed fashion, the mare began to feel fatigue setting in despite looming boredom. From the silent movements coming from Xato, Lycan figured he must be restless also. She wanted to arise and do something, but the question was what ? What did she want to do ? Her current state did not help, it was not often when Lycan found herself unable to think straight and not decide fully on things.

The climate had slowly began to settle, Lycan found herself adjusting to the warm heat. Despite the shadow lingering around her, it now had become useless. Now accustomed she did not feel hot at all, the warm muggy air with a soft breeze was rather pleasant. In fact it was lovely given the conditions they had just been in, beneath her the chill of compact snow was still lodged in her hoof. The sub zero grains sent a shudder from her frog as they began to melt.

Peering over, Lycan observed the stallion briefly. She found herself now at ease when in the company of Xato. There was something about, a feeling or thought which she had encountered before about him. Again, it may just be the fact they are so similar. The mare liked the fact she could act as herself around him now, Xato had seen both her friendly and deathly side. She had spoken vile words with a tease of death, to his he seemed un-nerved. The fact he acted like this interested her, no other equines seem to challenge her brute frame. Drawing back her attention, another train of thought resumed. Her had seen the side of her vanity but he probably would not hear her speak about it such away. Lycan finds herself having a tendency to to speak ill of things not created nor of her possession, he was not. But the unique coloring to his pelt stopped her from doing so, never had she seen a mix of golds so intricate before. Palomino yes, but the buckskin he called himself was new. Such a shade, the two combined could make such an effortless beauty. Dark with color, and the speed and stamina of nothing before. Sly,devilish images unwound an offspring would surely be an essence of super equine.

[xtreme]

Cadillac

Lets Start A Riot

The black, devilish stallion smiled as yet another victim scurried away, a pronounced limp in it's gait. Oh, how he loved to harass the unsuspecting deer. They were so brain-dead, so naive to the deliciously twisted things the black brute can cause. Cadillac licked his lips, tasting the metallic blood that coats them. Deer blood had no taste to it.

It is not as if the stallion was always like this. Years of an abusive, evil mother, the wrong friendships. The stallion had chose to be just like his mother, despite his resolve to not be. At least the stallion felt remorse after he had caused pain, hanging his head in shame before he says goodnight to the moon. His far away dream is too find out exactly why he is thirsty for blood, for the pain in others.

Walking away from the small pool of the deer's crimson liquid, he noted the intense heat that radiated off of his black hide. His gaited walk moved him smoothly and quickly, his head bobbing up and down. Big hooves glided over the grass and stones, ears picking up the slightest sound. Moving to his left, he walked with no purpose. He just wandered.

Slowing his fast gait, his large nostrils picked up that distinct smell of other equines. Stopping fully, he lifted his head, breathing deeply. A mare. Wonderful. But, that other smell, the smell of musk, of stallion. This will be interesting. Demonic thoughts flooded his mind, images of all the chaos he could cause. Picking up speed, he trotted toward the two other horses, putting on an aura of kindness. He will play it nice, until he has them right where he wants them.

Smoothly trotting up, he stopped a few strides away, taking in information about the two unknown horses. The mare was brute-like. She will be a challenge, something he had not joyfully experienced in a while. The stallion looked bored. In fact, they both do. In a bit, they will not be bored, Caddy will make sure of it. If things go his way, they will be occupied for a while.

Status:: Complete
Word Count:: 356
Muse:: Good
Notes:: Hope you don't mind me jumping in here
Lyrics:: Riot by Three Days Grace

[PrettyOdd]

Lycan

There's no escaping,
There's no place to hide.
Your walking down a horror corridor
Its almost 4 in the morning and your in a nightmare.
Right there is the coroner,
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
I guess I must've killed em.
Very methodical when I slaughter them

In the state of unconsciousness, Lycan allowed herself to drift effortlessly. Audits pricked despite her state, each intricate sound was still stolen by her. It was a nice way to be, fatigue slowly left as she rested. Head hung low, the mares muzzle grazed the dry soil beneath her. Little grass had sprouted under her, the largest patch surrounded Xato. Once again the urge the stand with the equal brute took her emotions, Emotions. Something which she never experiences, but with the fellow equine they became to take her mind. The thoughts of death and blood died down when in his presence, the equal strength between them was a comfort.

The distant scent of another equine lingered, some which stole her attention once more. The vile scent of a stallion, two at once. This was most certainly interesting. Could she tease this one like she had done to Xato, rising her head from the lazy posture her gaze flickered to her friend. Releasing a sift nicker, the mare composed herself from the sleepy trance. Tail rising almost instantly, the natural part Arabian trait caused her ribbons to fall in a banner formation. Black silken ribbons cascaded effortlessly to caress her broad shoulders, head lifted with a gentle arch to her neck. The haunting facial markings of her white mask was fully visible, one look is usually enough to scare the opponent. Make up one of a clown, a siren as if to scare in children's books and fear the bravest of men.

Interested to this newcomer, she crained her bold frame forwards slightly before returning to the elegant posture. Lycan held a perfect square, each pillar elongated to their full; revealing her true height. She matched Xato with both height, strength and charm. Dark orbs focused ahead to the visible stallion, a welcoming but no look upon her unpredictable face; though this expression could not be recognizable. She felt the sudden need to stand with her new friend, not an urge to protect but to stand and inspect the equine. Lycan could not figure what was going on, in such a short time she had teased him with death and attempted to kill him. Now she wanted to stand together with Xato, maybe a deathly conversation of vile words would lighten her mood.

I remember the first time
I dismembered a family member
December I think it was
I was having drinks with my cuz
And I wrapped him
In Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin tub
Cut him up into pieces
Then just when I went to drink his Blood

Muse: High, Simply because she gives me muse !
Word Count:383
Notes:I had so much fun writing this, I love it when Lycan comes in contact with another equine. Watch you tongue XD
Inspiration:Eminem 3AM
Character Emotion:Blood thirsty, but unsure of her twisted mind. Although she knows its time for a vile rhyme of death.

I thought I outta drink this bath water
That outta be fun
That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me
That might be an artery son
Your blood curdling screams
Just don't seem to bother me none
It's 3 am
And here I come
So you should probably run

"Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again"
^^ My quote for Lycan right now.

[Scout]

Xato

The strong musk of stallion filled Xato's nares. He snorted and rolled him eyes at the smell. He more or less groaned and slowly picked up his head from the grass that he was feasting upon. Lycan had seemed more pleased that the other was here. He imagined that the reason for that was the fact that she was a mare and this was a stallion. Though, Lycan did have an interesting way of treating stallions. Xato did not like other males. They were a threat to him though, he would never admit that to anyone. Xato prepared himself for an interesting conversation with the oncoming stallion. He wondered if this horse would be similar to Lycan and himself but, the odds of that happening were practically nothing. The odds of two horses that were so similar in the ways that they were to meet and get along decently were practically nothing as well so, anything could happen. This however, did not change the fact that Xato was not a fan of stallions. He tended to treat them harshly and was actually rather rude to them.


He decided that he would turn to meet the new stallion though, he was sure that the other would be making a hasty retreat shortly. Xato was every bit as big as Lycan if not bigger and he could put his money where his mouth is. With him, he made no bluffs. If he said it, he meant it and that was the end of that. Even though, he didn't really want a stallion here, he was sort of glad one showed up. He would never show this in his face or his voice. He would make sure that the stallion knew he was unwelcome here. The stallion's arrival gave him something to do and for that, he was glad.

The glaze of boredom left him. It didn't melt like the cold had. It ran from him like a foal from a snake.

The bronco had emerged and he had guts. The stallion had just waltzed over a few feet away like the two brute horses standing here were nothing. Xato had to give him props for that. He felt Lycan move closer to him. He wasn't sure if this was to feel more secure or, to make the two seem more frightening. It didn't matter to him either way. If the stallion was here for Lycan and she wanted him then, Xato would simply move on. He had no real feelings for the mare other than a neutral feeling at the moment so her lose would mean next to nothing to him. He tended to make bonds more slowly.

A very bold move you made alien. He used the term "alien" not meaning a green creature with eye stalks that eat dirt but, meaning stranger.Waltzing in on two unfamiliar horses without so much as a peep. That kind of behavior could get you in trouble you know. His tone was serious and angry but, had a slight twang of laughter. He was in a way warning and mocking the stranger at the same time. He chose to be the first to speak showing his control of the situation. Lycan, who was apparently an expert on these things would probably pick up on that but, he didn't really care. If she felt the need to fight about it, which he doubted because of their equality, then he would gladly do so. His body language showed a greeting yet warning the stranger to watch his words and actions.

He realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself. Oh well. Introductions will come later.

Words:604
Mood: Angry and a bit excited
Muse: the gummy bear song 0.o
notes: this was an easy post to write and I had fun writing it :) and please, for my sanity, posting order! I know this isn't a rule but im kinda OCD and type A so a posting order would be really nice. It goes Lycan, Xato, Caddy. Thanks so much for putting up with my type A-ness :)

[xtreme]

Cadillac

I Bleed it Out, Take it Deeper, Just to Throw it Away

Stopping a few strides away from the strangers, Cadillac smiled a sweet, twisted smile. Lowering his head in mock respect for the other stallion, he ran his eyes up and down the unusual mare. Her masked face was interesting. It was unique, and it raised his awareness. As she moved closer to the stallion, Caddy lifted his thick head, his long black tresses falling into his face.

His eyes turned toward the other brute as he spoke to him, his smile widening as he spoke. Would you rather me sing as a bird? I highly doubt you care of the lullaby's I hum. Caddy worked his sarcastic tone through his words, winding it around them like a ribbon to tie off the gift. The stallion's anger fueled his desire to make him bleed. To watch his crimson life drip out of his veins onto the grassy floor below.

Cadillac lifted his head high, his smile fading as he observed the other stallion. He was slightly thicker than Caddy's slight frame, but that does not mean he can take him out. Caddy will rely on his words for now.

Shaking his head, tossing his locks from his eyes, Caddy strode closer, careful to stay far enough away from the stallion. I believe that introductions are in order. Caddy turned his head towards the mare, his eyes twinkling. What is your name? His tone was smooth and soft.

Status :: Complete
Word Count :: 253
Muse :: 60%
Notes :: Sorry its short
Lyrics :: Bleed It Out by Linkin Park

[PrettyOdd]

Lycan

There's no escaping,
There's no place to hide.
Your walking down a horror corridor
Its almost 4 in the morning and your in a nightmare.
Right there is the coroner,
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
I guess I must've killed em.
Very methodical when I slaughter them

Allowing her position to relax, Lycan gave an innocent look well the best attempt she could given her state. The stallion presented seemed to be a representation of herself, a brute with strange intentions. Audits raised they tiled back slightly; not yet pinned to her bold crown. Her nostrils flared with ease as she relieved his musky scent. The mares gaze drifted to Xato momentarily, the choice of such words he chose to use amused her. A barely audible laugh escaped with a heavy exhale from her lungs peak, given the current moment she found herself surprisingly calm.

The exchanged of both vile words span in her mind, until now she had remained silent. The symbolical words that represented the tongue which she speaks sparked her emotions, the forefront stallion caught her eye. His unique shade was much like her own, she knew he had eyed her devilish marking due to the glance he flashed at her. The words which span between the two were strange, Lycan figured Xato could be a brute but the way he spoke was surprising. He had shown no sign of manners... not that she could talk.

Taking a stride forwards, her tail still raised in the banner form; due to natural trait. She gave off an essence of dangerous flirtation with her movements, allowing her ears to rise fully she paused to observe him. Dark orbs flickered the length of the stallion, mad impulse taunted her to act as she done to Xato. Walking a circle round him, the mare thrashed the air with her tail catching the equines rump. Coming back to face him, she chose her words carefully. " Greetings Stallion, thy name is Lycan. Death is frequent when in my presence, watch you words and tongue. Do not cross me, do not be a fool for I will show you once and for all. I shall kill you, bring you down. Leave you with a forever frown, you shall see thy light, the end is nigh. I shall leave you dead...hanging high."

I remember the first time
I dismembered a family member
December I think it was
I was having drinks with my cuz
And I wrapped him
In Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin tub
Cut him up into pieces
Then just when I went to drink his Blood

Muse: -_- DONT GO THERE. Coach trip does not give me muse grandad ok ! :L
Word Count:383
Notes: Omg grandad wont be quiet and all I can hear is coach trip D;
Inspiration:My own personality a moody teasing flirt XD
Character Emotion:Amused, flirtatious, happy, excited, evil, twisted..

I thought I outta drink this bath water
That outta be fun
That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me
That might be an artery son
Your blood curdling screams
Just don't seem to bother me none
It's 3 am
And here I come
So you should probably run

[Scout]

Xato

How dare this stallion disrespect him? Who does he think he is? His eyes were flaring. Xato did not take disrespect well. The stallion's body language showed respect but, the way he did it. It was something in his eyes that mocked him. Xato snorted. This stallion was making a very bad impression. He wasn't sure what this stallion wanted but, if he was looking for a fight, he was doing a good job. Xato rolled his eyes. This stallion wasn't worth the grass he was standing on.

The stallion took notice of Lycan. Figures. Xato has assumed that the stallion was were for her. Well, if he wanted her that badly then he could have her. He wasn't attached to her so, fighting for her would be a waste of his time and energy. At most, she was only good for mating at this point. Right now, he saw no other purpose for her. The stallion asked if he would have rather had him sing. Yes, any kind of notice would have been preferred over none at all. I wouldn't ask that you sing but, if that is what you must to do notify yourself to others then feel free to do so. Xato had his jerk face on. He smiled at the other stallion like a bastard. After all, by definition he was indeed a bastard. Xato's face had an expression of superiority and his voice was sarcastic and mocking. The stallion's question was just asking for it.

The darker stallion had then decided to completely ignore him and turn his attention to Lycan. Better stay over there. Xato took notice that the other seemed to want to stay away from him. Xato laughed slightly. It was not loud enough for the other equines standing here to hear. He shook his head slightly and smiled. Knowing that the stallion wanted to stay away from him made him smile. He knew that perhaps the other was afraid of him which was a good thing. It meant that he would not be over stepping lines.

Xato decided to dip his head down to graze once again. He was displaying that the other's presence was not a bother to him. Xato was confident now that he could handle anything the darker stallion could throw at him. He heard Lycan give him her name. He didn't see the rest of what happened. He only was hearing the conversation. Lycan had threatened his life. Good ol' Lycan Xato thought. Her behavior was rather funny. She couldn't possibly actually think she could kill someone, did she?