}}an angered sea bodes ill. {Nikolai}

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Some lands have man. Some have great beasts that roar and move only on black or brown paths. Not this land. This land had creatures of magnificence. Those beasts of burden that weren't yet beasts of burden. This land had the promise of life even with the promise of death. Few entered here that were not from here and none leaved. It was a place that could only be found by those who are lost and those who have been before. It's ground was treaturous; it's plants bizaar. But what was truly astounding about the land of Night Sky was the inhabitants.

One such inhabitant stood alone, staring at the sea. Beneath her, rocks rose and fell out of and into the water in great swells that rivaled any man made ruin. The water, though usually calm in these days had picked up a bit from the creature's mood and was thrashing irritably. Soon, her legs -- long, slender pillars of muscle and bone -- were soaked through. Whipcord made no move save what the wind bade. Tall auditory sensors stood still as the only soundwaves were that of the ocean ever moving, ever changing, ever lashing at it's constraints. Blooded pelt was a splotching of dark blue and white, the gashes of a fight barely won a beacon on her dermis.

In a word: she was beauty. She was perfection. She was equine. Her ancestors had come from the heavens as the god's gift to the world. Proud cranium rested high upon solid whithers. Black and white mane fluttered slightly in the salted breeze. Blood slowly seeped from her wounds down her bodice into the water swirling at her knees. She paid it no heed. If death was to come, then death would come. There was no stopping such things. These wounds, however, were not life threatening; this, the mare knew to be absolute fact. Life experience had told her so. Standing atop a rock barely submerged, the mare waited. Waited for the water to wash away the blood and the pain and the memory.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Two spheres of vibrant cerulean pierced through the growing darkness, cutting through the obscurity of shadows with obvious ease. The hue of said orbs was a dark, sultry blue; devilish and undeniably seductive. They were almost hypnotic; known to draw in others’ gazes alike a metal to a magnet. They had a pulsating appearance in the black stillness; both frightening and attractive at the same time. However, the large shape they were attached to was equally terrifying and beautiful as well. It was easy for the beast to be completely camouflaged in the shade; his pelt that was bathed in natural black was not able to be seen. Each tendril of hair attached the body of the creature was painted in shining hoary tones, and in the darkness he was radiant; a god, he seemed to be….or an angel. Albeit, with the glacial hue of his striking retinas, he was something else entirely; a dark angel. Beautiful and destructive to all; feared and revered by most that ever met him. If it wasn’t the coloration of the brute that made others in awe of him, it would certainly be his size. He was abnormally large for an equine–nineteen hands tall- towering over most he ever came in contact with. He was thickly built, with muscles that bulged under his dark flesh with even the slightest movement. He was swift on his feet, intelligent, and very strategic if need be; and very, very aggressive if his masculinity was placed into doubt. He was witty and clever, smooth and charismatic; unbelievably charming and sweet if he needed to be. But always beneath that was an icy vault of stone that held his true self in it. Nobody had ever seen it; and he doubted anybody ever would. He was too guarded; too concealed by the resentment of factual emotion one could feel. And until anyone ever broke down his impenetrable fortress of protection, he would be exactly what his father tagged him as: an omen. Or exactly as his mother called him: a dark angel. Either or both suited him just fine, in his opinion. With a body bathed in shadow and eyes that seemed to pierce frighteningly through one’s soul, he did resemble a demon more than anything. Enormous hooves moved with silent dexterity through the underbrush, carrying the monolith out towards the beach. And with the caress of the solar mother’s rays, his appearance seemed to change as well. A shiny gloss seemed to glaze over his smooth coat, and his vivacious cyan eyes darkened to a deep navy. By scent, it was perceptible that there was a mare close by; though there was a familiar tang in the sweet aroma of female and salt, one he had not had the luxury of smelling in quite some time. Blood. The reason why he pursued her was unknown even to him; but he guessed it was because he was incredibly bored or curious. Nikolai had had little interest in mares as of late, which was usually not his style; though it was the steel fragrance of her wounds that attracted him now. His ingress continued until a small figure entered his field of vision, standing in the midst of crashing waves. Even from the distance he could tell the wench was shorter than most equines; and everybody was short to him...so that would make her almost a midget. A grim smile contorted handsome features at the thought of this as the male ghosted to her side amongst the angry ocean’s curving hands, permitting several paces between the two of them as his intent gaze remained fixated on the body of water before them. Even standing upon the rock partially submerge, this mare barely reached his shoulders. Such a tiny, fragile creature she was! Or perhaps, by the look of the gory gashes that littered her pelt, not so fragile. ”Nasty battle wounds you’ve got there. Mind telling me how you received them?” Nosy, much? The brute neither cared nor felt remorse for inquiring things he wished to know. His bluntness was only supported by the deep Russian baritone he spoke in; though it had an underlying seductive tenor. He remained motionless as a statue; appearing so much like a god with his proud stance. But he showed no signs of aggression as he awaited a reply from her; just immensely irritating arrogance. ooc: shitty, I know. and a bit rambly. i hate intros!

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The mare turned to the sound of the voice. Stallion, definitely stallion. Her eyes opened and auds swiveled forward. Icy blue orbs were obviously raking along his pelt. Tall, amazingly tall. Thick in build. Beautiful black feathering. He was a stallion alright. The mare tossed her main; she wasn't impressed with his imposing physique. She might have been at one time, but not now. His lyrics had dripped off his tongue without venom or honey. At this, she was slightly suprised but years of practice kept the suprise off her face. As for his question, she merely tossed her mane.

The mare stood still, looking the stallion over. Finally, she replied. "Yes, I do mind. But, if you must know, follow the blood trail, you'll find him." At this, she dismissed him, turning her head back to the water and closing her eyes, searching for the place she had been before. A few deep breaths steadied her heart's rythm. It shouldn't take long now... In, out. In, out. The mare worked to empty her mind of all thought and feeling until the only things that were registered were the stallion a few lengths away, the water slowly rising on her legs as the tide came in, and the pain on her pelt slowly ebbing away...

ooc{{ I had a completely finished 550 word post...and then my cat stepped on alt F4...it closed everything. I nearly killed him. and this is the result. >.<

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