TIME TO WREAK SOME HAVOC [joining?]

[Befera]

``S I R E N``
_{while you are letting your guard down,
i will be letting myself G O .}

The trees were like witch's fingers, scratching with their overgrown nails into the sky, searching for ingredients for the perfect potion. It was mid-day, and the little grey mare had been awake and wandering the area for quite some time. She was a loner, but had heard the news recently that a brute had claimed this land for his own, and was suddenly interested in trying to gain a nice spot in his hierarchy.

Her dainty little Arabian hooves plunked and thudded on the forest floor, for she didn't mind being noticed. Siren had no intention of sneaking around, though her intrusion may aggravate her future lead. The sun was high in the sky, therefore it seemed to tumble down in between the twisted trees, casting light plainly down through the spaces between branches that were still bare.

Crows cackled in far off treetops, evading the grasp of the dead witches' hands. Attempting to evade, anyway. Siren had always been the metaphorical type, but knew that the buzzards must be having some kind of irritating squabble. It startled her a little when the birds flew her direction, cawing and diving every-which-way through the vine-like branches. The birds passed her by, and she continues on her way, following an old scent from a few days before that she knew wasn't too valid.

Leaves from past years crunched under her hooves, and making her way, she leaped and bounded over various hollow logs and oversized roots. Muddy spots were common on this little trek, as well, seeing as the mare's legs were sprinkled with residue from her overly-exaggerated steps. The mare even quickened her pace, getting a little annoyed with how large the territory really was.

At a comfortable trot, the mare continued on, swearing in her mind that she had seen that same tree before just a few minutes ago, and looking down to see if her hoof prints could give her some kind of inkling that she may be lost. Luckily, Siren came to a small opening in the trees, and paused her journey to nibble at some newborn grass near the entrance to the clearing.

This would be the perfect place to get noticed if she really wanted to be. Thinking this over a little, Siren decided to play the lost loner instead. She decided to play the little innocent mare; the damsel in distress. Making her way out into the clearing, she looked around, pretending to be a little frightened of the fact that she honestly had no idea where she was.

For never being in this territory before, Siren figured she was doing a fair job of keeping herself from doing anything too unbelievably stupid. She stumbled over her legs like a fawn and fell over into a patch of grass, where she then lied and grazed a little, noticing an apparent hunger for not only mischief but for actual food creep up into her gut.

Count: 498
Muse: Pretty good I suppose. xD
Notes: Siren is kind of a badass, not gonna lie. >,,>

[Ranjit]

Җ S p e c t o r a l e Җ

The ringing of his clarion call still seemed to echo throughout the lands that he had claimed as his own, even though it had been several days now since his vocals had formed that cry. That powerful masculine musculature was moving slowly throughout the twisted limbs that made up the skeletal forest in which he and his lived. A slow flick of a long caudal sent away a solitary fly, so rare in this almost misty land of quiet and peace. A slight twist of his lean, arched neck allowed those glowing opticals to opbserve a silent winged owl, ghosting lazily just over the tops of the highest trees in the forest, its talons extended as it awaited a chance to catch a meal. Audits could pick up the sounds of small creatures scurrying along the forest floor, seeking to avoid both his own hooves and the talons of the nightly predators, both winging through the celestial boundaries and the ones that stalked on silent limbs through the grasses.

The slinking movements of a fox caught the mascu's attention and skull was swung in its direction, a soft snort expelling through flaring nadars. The sound was a warning to the beast to keep moving, through there was little harm that the fox could do to the stallion and the solitary mare that had come to be his. The thought of this mare stirred his thoughts to musing over her, for her mannerisms and ideas were quite foriegn and strange to the brute. As the fox's form came to disappear through the hock-high grasses that lined the forest floor like the carpetting in a human house, the steed moved on, limbs carrying his sleek chassis onward. Though he had explored these lands fully and knew every single tree and rock within them, he was a firm believer that if one looked closely enough at anything, one would locate something new each time.

As the beast rounded a corner in the secret deer trail that he was following, a scent came to his nasal passages. Limbs came to an abrupt halt, skull being lifted into the air as he frozed, audits pricked. The scent was delicate feminine, though it was not the scent of his own mare. If the stallion was capable of showing any sort of emotion, a frown might have marred his otherwise perfect features; as it was, those ethereal oculi gleamed and narrowed. A waryness settled over the stallion as he turned his graceful form to where the scent was coming from and allowed his cannons to begin carrying his mass toward it; it was not that he was worried about this mare, whomever she may be, but more to the fact that he was wary of anyone entering into his domain. A flick of his auditorial devices noted where he believed she was and a slow turn of his form sent him toward her.

He emerged like a sickened wraith from the shadows, his alabaster peltage cast a sickly grey with the light that came from above. Glittering orbs flashed a deep green as the beast stepped forward, staring down at the female upon the sod with a blank expression. The hessian was anazlyzing her silently, making swift judgements and noting certain things about her. She was dainty and frail in her appearance, somewhat like the other mare was. This one had more of an Arabic look to her, and while she was pretty, she did not stir his interests. The beast made no noise to show that he had appeared, made no soft sound to let her know what she was being watched. Only his skull, neck and chest could be seen, the rest of him settled between two trees, the shadows cast from them veiling him so that he appeared to be nothing more than a ghost.


Word Count .:. 644
Character .:. Spectorale
Muse .:. Decent
Notes .:. My creepy ass stallion be's watching youuu.

silver and silent, silver and cold

[Befera]

``S I R E N``
_{while you are running your ship aground,
i will be setting myself A L I G H T .}

A sort of sickly calmness overtook the area as Siren lied on the soft grass. The air was very stagnant, almost like a storm was on its way. Shuffling in the forest's depths behind her stirred the mare's curiosity, and she turned her elegant muzzle in the direction of the sound, twitching her harks about, trying to catch the sound's wavelengths like butterflies in a net. It was a subtle, slinking movement, therefore after taking her time casually looking out into the black holes between the trees, Siren readjusted herself, assuming that some small forest animal had passed through the area. The lead of this territory had to be wandering around somewhere. She knew full well that this land was claimed, and planned to wait for him. Siren wasn't the kind to beg, though, and she would wait for him for only so long before she would make her way elsewhere. Though Siren was very calm and collected, she was starting to get impatient.

Thankfully for her increasing boredom, the mare began to sense another presence seeping out of the quiet air. It wasn't a mere forest animal this time, at least she didn't think so. Dying her maw with a sly smirk, Siren pondered how to go about this encounter. She continued to lie on the forest floor for a little while longer, waiting to see if the creature would decide to make itself known. She contemplated looking for it, but decided to play the dumb mare instead, and pretended that it wasn't there, all the while still staying as alert to the situation as possible, but in case it wasn't the brute she was expecting. She knew full well that she could be attacked and raped in these secluded woods, and wasn't quite in the mood for such activities on this fine spring day.

She rose up then off the ground, elevating herself gracefully, like she'd done it a million times beforehand to practice. Grey irises hovered their gaze on the grass and dirt beneath her, and the mare's golden tail twitched with anticipation. She felt watched. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but the mare tried to keep her cool. Her hooves were uneasy on the ground, but the mare wriggled herself free as best she could from this new tension, and shook her focus from the ground, holding her head high.

A little normalcy might let her onlooker know that he could approach, or so she thought, so the dappled mare took a few steps away from where she had lain herself down, and began to leisurely nibble on some grass growing by an elevated root from one of the nearby Witch Trees. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she figured that eating a little would not only make her seem less concerned, but might actually help to calm her down. Siren was like this very often: calm on the outside, but conflicted and paranoid behind her own walls.

After things had quieted down a little, Siren decided to glance around to see if anyone was still around. Who the hell would want to wait around this long, anyway? He surely would have shown himself by now right?

A very abrupt and temporarily terrifying realization struck the mare. To her shock and surprise, the brute had been standing much closer than she thought. The mare must have buried so far into her own thoughts that she had become oblivious to it. He looked like nothing more than an apparition with just his front side visible in the light. Siren stepped several steps back and pinned her ears to her skull, reverting to her more vicious nature and involuntarily abandoning the "lost little mare" act. If a horse could crouch and growl at an opponent, that's what she seemed to be doing, all as a defense mechanism more than an act of rage.



Count: 657
Muse: kind of slow, but i can work with it.
Notes: SPEC'S CREEPINNN OH NOEZ xD

[Ranjit]

Җ S p e c t o r a l e Җ

Ghostly stallion fluttered a solitary audit as the sudden scream of a far off bird, probably in another territory, caught his attention briefly. Though his clear emerald orbs never moved from his silent, vigil like stance of staring at the femme, he knew full well that the bird had caught some sort of animal and had likely taken it away to some high nest in a tree and was now ripping its razor like beak into its guts and ripping out various innards and organs. As his gaze continued to bore right into the mare, he allowed a faint smirk to draw up labrums, very slightly amused at this bitch's* actions. She was like a foal in her mannerisms, and it was enough to amuse the steed, something that so rarely happened that the beast could not help but to feel a small pull of attraction to her. A slow flick of his tail stirred the grasses behind him.

Not done. Too tired.


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Character .:. Spectorale
Muse .:.
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just gonna stand there and watch me burn