( ZYRA'S BEAUTIES )

[ZYRA !]

I'll make this pretty later~~~


`` UNDER A SKY NO LONGER BLUE ;; IOHMEARE & MARGRAVALE ;; AWAITING

bye bye BEAUTIFUL;; ;; AISLINN & SYTHIM ;; OWED

Shadow of the equinox ;; SOLILOQUY & FENNRHYS ;; COMPLETED

just lose control ]] ;; MUSE, MELNTHA CAILA & ELIAKIM ;; OWED

.loose lips might sink ships. ;; AMBROSIA & XATHOS ;; OWED

catch me if you can;; ;; TRAMONTIA & MAUVAIS ;; OWED

[[ fall in love ;; KOVENA & SYTHIM ;; AWAITING

!don't you let me down. ;; FENNRHYS & SOLILOQUY ;; WRITING

* take, take me on ;; NITIDUS & OPEN ;; AWAITING

[[ have some composure ;; LORN & SVEDKA ;; OWED

everybody scream your heart out ;; RAULIM & LITHIYA ;; AWAITING


TO DO:

- POST FOR LOCKHILLE WITH SYTHIM

[AMBROSIA]

I'M COMING APART AT THE SEAMS, PITCHING MYSELF LEADS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S DREAMS SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, A DAMSEL OF MERELY FOUR WHOSE EYES BLAZE WITH A FIRE WELL BEYOND HER YEARS. NO MARKINGS NOR DEFORMITIES LAY WASTE TO HER HIDE, THE FALVIOR DYNASTY CLAIMS HER LOYALTY. THE LITHE SILHOUETTE IS CLEARLY OF A HERITAGE MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF A THOROUGHBRED AND A TENNESSEE WALKER. A FORM-FITTING DRESS OF THE DEEPEST MAHOGANY FLOWS OVER HER CURVES, ACCENTUATED WITH LOCKS OF THE SELFSAME SHADE. HER EYES GLITTER WITH THE COLOR OF EMERALD, AND WHITE DECORATES HER BODY IN THE OCCASIONAL PLACE. ABILITIES? SHE HAS NONE, BUT THE POWER THAT LIES WITHIN ALL LADIES, THE POWER OF SEDUCTION; AND SHE USES IT WELL. AMBROSIA HAS FOUND THE SECRET TO GETTING WHAT SHE WANTS, AND IT'S THROUGH THE USE OF HER... FEMININE WILES, SHALL WE SAY. SHE HAS SHOVED AWAY ANY SHAME SHE FELT BEFORE IN FLAUNTING HER NATURAL BEAUTY, IN FLIRTING INCESSANTLY, BATTING THOSE THICK LASHES TO HAVE THE BOYS TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES. NATURALLY, IT DOESN'T ALWAYS WORK, BUT SHE CERTAINLY TRIES HER BEST. AND WHEN SHE SUCCEEDS, WELL, IT SURE DOES FEEL LOVELY TO GET ALL THAT ATTENTION, AND COMPLIMENTS ARE WHAT SHE LIVES ON. BUT THE LOVELY ROSIE HAS A BIT OF A SECRET... SHE'S COMPLETELY UNSTABLE. SHE ISN'T DANGEROUS, NOT TO ANYONE BUT HERSELF, BUT THAT'S ENOUGH. SHE'S PRONE TO BREAKDOWNS, AT WHICH POINT SHE CRUMBLES INSIDE HERSELF, WEAK AND VULNERABLE. TYPICALLY SHE'LL TRY TO GET AWAY FROM EVERYONE, HIDE IN SOME DANK, DARK PLACE UNTIL SHE'S WHOLE AGAIN, AS SHE ABSOLUTELY HATES FOR ANYONE TO SEE HER IN SUCH A STATE. HER EYES BECOME WILD, HER BREATH SHORTENS, TREMORS SHAKE HER... SHE LOOKS LIKE A SHELL OF HER FORMER SELF. SHE WAS EMOTIONALLY AND OCCASIONALLY PHYSICALLY ABUSED, WHICH MAY HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO THE BREAKDOWNS, OR PERHAPS IT'S BECAUSE SHE SO WILLINGLY GIVES HERSELF AWAY, LEAVING BEHIND HER SELF-RESPECT AND DIGNITY THAT SHE USED TO HOLD DEAR. BUTTERFLY BANDAGE, BUT DON'T WORRY. YOU'LL NEVER REMEMBER, YOUR HEAD IS FAR TOO BLURRY. Here we go again. She'd done this before... Oh so many times. More times than should have been necessary, many more. After all, mares usually went home after their first try, to live happily ever after, did they not? It wasn't too hard for a lady to find a stallion all too willing to add her to his collection of pretty toys. The thing was, Ambrosia had been claimed... Several times, in fact. It just never seemed to last, but that didn't surprise her. She only had herself to blame. She was too promiscuous, and even though she'd belonged to a certain someone at different points in her existence, that didn't stop her from playing with the other pretty boys that came around. She couldn't help herself, honestly, she couldn't. She'd tried to resist, but it was simply her nature, doing what she did. Being disloyal, fickle, whatever they called it. She could have gotten sentimental and begged for forgiveness, telling the multiple handsome men it was all she knew, it was a terrible thing that she didn't know how to stop. She could have said that, and it would have been true, but Rosie had never been one for crying or begging or looking for pity. She was... hardened. And yet one couldn't tell such a thing when she was batting those lovely lashes at them. So once again, she was on her way to Echiole's Valley. The trek was all-too familiar for the lady, and as she was in no true hurry for the vicious cycle to be repeated, her steps were slow, measured, refined. Beautiful. The svelte bodice, wrapped in a dress of an attractive material so dark brown it nearly looked ebony, moved in an elegant fashion, utterly feminine. She'd learned to walk the 'right way', talk in the 'right tone', act in the 'right fashion'... All from her charming mother, who thought that giving in to the will of whatever brute crossed your path was the way all women should behave. It was their proper place, in her mother's eyes, and that manner of thinking had been passed down to her impressionable daughter. And true enough, as soon as she was old enough she was used as a plaything for all the men within the herd, until she left, that is. And thus the cycle had begun. Was it too late to change her ways? She wondered as she strolled nonchalantly into the claiming lands, peering curiously at the exotic occupants. A beautiful horse the color of a sunrise. An intimidating black kelpie, whose bright white markings made him look both unapproachable and utterly gorgeous. An elegant unicorn whose brilliant white horn seemed to shimmer in the afternoon light. She sighed; many thought the other races were sickening, disturbing, loathsome. Rosie, on the other hand, envied them. They were all so beautiful and unique in their different ways, and what was she? Just... a horse. Nothing special, in her opinion. So very dull, and she couldn't even keep a home. It seemed so simple a concept; stay at home, remain loyal to your leader. It was very simple, and yet Ambrosia could resist everything. Except temptation, that is. Not to mention, they could be so... forceful and persistent. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to say 'no' when they were threatening her very life. The feminine moved, somewhat eagerly, into the center of the fray, dodging quickly moving equines, and searching for a place to stand where she wouldn't be in too close of proximity with other equines. It wasn't as though she wanted to avoid them like others did, but for one, she didn't want to be rude and interrupt, and for two... Being close to more exotic residents could scare off any potential suitors. She stationed herself right up against one of the many cliffs that jutted up around the perimeter of the area. Her bodice lounged against the rocks, her glittering gaze watching the occupants of the valley with a resigned curiosity. She would never be able to become one of them, unfortunately, but there was nothing wrong with watching them while in such close proximity. Proximity that, in other places, was strictly frowned upon. Her dark caudal swished, slapping at her rump, chasing away pests and giving her a slightly impatient appearance. Her expression was placid, calm, but calculating, yet not unwelcoming. A little sigh split through pursed labrums. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Her voice was merely a whisper of the wind, yet it seemed to carry. She just hoped it would carry far enough to bring her some pretty boy to take her home. Maybe she could actually make it last. Or maybe not, but she would certainly try. WHAT A MATCH, I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET, SO BOYCOTT LOVE, DETOX JUST TO RETOX NO RELATIONSHIPS AND/OR MEETINGS TO SPEAK OF YET. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY, LITTLE GIRL, YOU'VE GOT ME STARING ODD . LOOSE LIPS MIGHT SINK SHIPS . -- AMBROSIA AND XATHOS -- AWAITING / OWED

[ELIAKIM]

I'M GIVING UP ON GIVING UP SLOWLY, I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME HE WALKS IN KINDNESS, A MASCULINE OF MERELY SIX WHOSE EYES SPEAK WITH A RENOWNED PATIENCE. DELIGHTFUL BLUE MARKINGS TRANSFORM HIS HIDE; SPIRALS UP HIS LEGS, A DORSAL DOWN HIS SPINE. THE VENNTIS DYNASTY CLAIMS HIS LOYALTY. THE BRAWNY EMBODIMENT IS CLEARLY OF A HERITAGE MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF A MISSOURI FOX TROTTER AND A THOROUGHBRED. A CLOAK OF THE PUREST IVORY CLINGS TO HIS FLESH, ACCENTUATED WITH LOCKS OF THE SELFSAME SHADE, MINGLED WITH STRIPS OF BLUE. HIS EYES HOLD THE COLOR OF AZURE. ABILITIES? NONE, EXCEPT BEING ABLE TO STAND OUT IN A CROWD. BY ALL ACCOUNTS, ELIAKIM IS FRIENDLY, AT LEAST, ALTHOUGH HE TENDS TO BE QUITE UNOBSERVANT. HIS MIND WANDERS, AND OFTEN WHEN OTHERS SPEAK TO HIM, HE DOESN'T LISTEN. NOT TO BE RUDE, BUT SIMPLY BECAUSE HE'S BORED, AND HIS MIND GOES OFF ONTO OTHER THINGS OF ITS OWN ACCORD. HE'S ALSO QUITE TOLERANT OF THE OTHER RACES, UNLIKE MOST. HE'LL GLADLY STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION (EVEN IF HIS ATTENTION DOESN'T LAST LONG) WITH AN ALLEVIAN OR A SIVICUS JUST AS SOON AS HE WOULD A FELLOW VENNTIS. OF COURSE, HE'S STILL QUITE AWARE OF THOSE UNWRITTEN RULES AND WOULD NEVER TRY TO CLAIM A MARE OF A DIFFERENT DYNASTY. ELIAKIM VERY RARELY BREAKS RULES, FOR HE FEARS THE REPERCUSSIONS. AS HE BELIEVES, A LITTLE FEAR IS HEALTHY FOR EVERYONE. THIS ISN'T TO SAY HE'S A TOTAL PUSHOVER, HE CERTAINLY ISN'T. HE CAN HAVE A SHORT FUSE, AND IF THE WRONG THING IS SAID HE CAN BECOME QUITE VIOLENT, UNLIKE HIS USUAL PLACID DEMEANOR. AFTERWARDS, WHEN HE'S COOLED DOWN, HE'S ALWAYS QUITE SORRY FOR WHATEVER DAMAGE HE'S INFLICTED, BUT IT DOESN'T STOP HIM FROM ACTING SO QUICKLY AND HARSHLY IN THE FUTURE. BUTTERFLY BANDAGE, BUT DON'T WORRY. YOU'LL NEVER REMEMBER, YOUR HEAD IS FAR TOO BLURRY. A cerulean figure was seen, limbs moving in rapid succession as he flew past. His soft azure body glistened as though it were scattered with a shower of water droplets when the sun's golden beams struck it. The darker, circular patterns spiraling up his legs seemed to move with him, twisting and turning like a serpent. His pallid mane and caudal rippled with the zephyr that sliced through, appearing fluid with the motion of the intermingled blue strips. His eyes glittered like topaz coals, alight with the fire of deviance and tenacity. To the fleeting gaze, he was nothing more than a phantom, a wisp of smoke against the sky that held quite a similar pigment as his own flesh. He was unique; he could be recognized instantly, but those who knew him. With others, it was rather easy to mistake one for another. After all, how different could two white or two black equines look? For the Venntis, that would never be an issue. They were all so very unique, and beautiful in their own right. They were unlike the others, who were different because of additional appendages or strange abilities, or immortality or a split soul. He held no vicious prejudice against those of the other Dynasties, unlike most... But that didn't mean he didn't harbor a strong sense of pride for his own. He was handsome, and quite aware of the fact - he was more occupied with the beauty of others, though, to be honest. And he certainly enjoyed aesthetically pleasing damsels - being surrounded by such loveliness at all times as he was made one appreciate it. But there was nothing wrong with that, now was there? Surely those who were undeniably attractive enjoyed being appreciated? Honestly it didn't matter, the hellion was a creature of habit. He was a charmer, he loved to flatter the lovely ladies; and that wasn't likely to change anytime soon. His large blue skull was thrown back, exhilaration coursing through every muscle as they gathered and propelled him forward. Snorts rattled his chassis, and broke through dilated nares, the oxygen coming and going in pace with his strides. He enjoyed running, how powerful his brawny - yet thinner than most brutes, thanks to the thoroughbred blood coursing within his veins - legs felt as they stretched across the turf. Where was his destination? Oh, the usual. He still had not yet found a lady to take with him to find a home, hard as he had been trying to do so. But he wasn't the kind to give up after a few failed attempts. So it was back again to Echiole's Valley he ventured - and maybe it was just high hopes, maybe it was just Eliakim being optimistic, but he had a feeling that today would finally be the day. He just hoped he was right; he was far past ready to claim a land of his own and get a harem going. The valley was active as it always was, with equines of various shapes, sizes and hues roaming around its great expanse. If it hadn't been for all the disappointment he'd faced there, he might have really enjoyed visiting the lovely place. After all, there were very few areas you could visit where it was nearly perpetually pleasant, where foul weather almost never even approached it. As he moved deftly into the confines of the claiming region, his steps slowed until he was merely strolling through the churning masses of equines. He appeared to be quite collected, but his breathing was still labored with exertion, sweat beaded on the outside of his coat, though the cold weather chilled him, making his body return to normal faster than it would have otherwise. His gaze scoured over the numerous bodies, moving in an age-old dance that would not soon be forgotten. How he longed to participate in that dance too, with a willing partner, unlike those who he had been coming across recently. His luck hadn't been the best, but perhaps that would change today. He could only hope. Eventually his meandering seemed to pay off, as his gaze struck upon a svelte silhouette. At first he thought she was simply a painted Falvior damsel, but the color was too rich, too saturated, and as he moved closer, not even thinking about how intensely he was staring at the lady, he saw bright blue dots under her eyes, and even brighter, lovelier were her eyes themselves. Snapping out of the trance he appeared to be in, he arranged his features so that they were friendly, open and welcoming - and only slightly inquisitive. His lips curled in a coo as baritone vocals escaped, falling gently onto the air surrounding them. "Ah, I hope you won't mind me intruding upon your solitude, ma chère." He began, vivid blue gaze sweeping across her figure, "But I simply must know your name. Would you be so kind as to divulge?" WHAT A MATCH, I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET, SO BOYCOTT LOVE, DETOX JUST TO RETOX MUSE -- PERHAPS SHE'S INSANE, SHE REALLY SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO GO GALLIVANTING ON CLIFFSIDES AND SUCH. SHE IS PRETTY, THOUGH, I DO ADMIRE HER COAT. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY, LITTLE GIRL, YOU'VE GOT ME STARING ODD FROM SILENCE, COMES HOPE -- ELIAKIM AND ALTHEA -- AWAITING / OWED JUST LOSE CONTROL ]] -- ELIAKIM, MUSE, MELNTHA CAILA -- AWAITING / OWED

[FENNRHYS]

TAKE MY HAND, I'LL BE EVERYTHING TO YOU HE WALKS IN SAVAGERY, A HELLION OF MERELY NINETEEN WHOSE EYES BETRAY A NEED FOR DOMINANCE. MARKINGS? THANKFULLY HE HAS NONE, THOUGH THE OCCASIONAL PIECE OF ROTTING FLESH MIGHT BE SEEN. THE CADIENT DYNASTY CLAIMS HIS LOYALTY. THE BRAWNY EMBODIMENT IS CLEARLY OF A HERITAGE MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF A LUSITANO AND A CRIOLLO. A CLOAK OF THE RICHEST BROWN CLINGS TO HIS FLESH, ACCENTUATED WITH A WHITE BLANKET ON HIS REAR, AND LOCKS OF AN ONYX SHADE. HIS EYES HOLD THE DEPTHLESS COLOR OF EBONY. ABILITIES? ONLY IMMORTALITY. OH, AND MIGHT I MENTION THE COMPANION THAT IS ALWAYS IN HIS PRESENCE? A GRYFFIN, FEMALE, BUT PERHAPS EVEN MORE VICIOUS THAN HER MASTER, BY THE NAME OF AURORA. THE LOVELY FENNRHYS COMES OFF AS QUITE THE TYPICAL CADIENT STALLION WHEN FIRST MET. COLD, EVEN CRUEL, CYNICAL, AND HE CERTAINLY KEEPS HIMSELF AT A DISTANCE, WARY OF ANYONE WHO TRIES TO WORM THEIR WAY IN. HE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, AND HE WILL DO WHATEVER HE MUST TO GET IT. FIGHTING, CONNIVING, MANIPULATING, THREATS, FENN DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THE METHOD, AS LONG AS HE GETS RESULTS. HE'S GRUFF, HE'S HONEST (TO A FAULT, MEANING HE'S MOSTLY HONEST ABOUT OTHERS FLAWS - HE REALLY DOESN'T MIND INSULTING OTHERS, IN FACT IT GREATLY AMUSES HIM IF THEY GET OFFENDED.) AND HE ALMOST SEEMS TO BE LACKING EVERY EMOTION EXCEPT ANGER AROUND THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW HIM. GETTING TO KNOW HIM AT ALL IS EXTREMELY RARE; HE DOESN'T LIKE TO LET OTHERS IN. IN FACT, WHEN ASKED QUESTIONS, HE USUALLY IGNORES THE SPEAKER UNTIL THEY GIVE UP OR GO AWAY. HE ISN'T ONE TO BE COOPERATIVE, AND IF HE IS, HE MUST GENUINELY LIKE WHOEVER HE'S COOPERATING WITH. FOR THOSE HE REALLY LIKES - LOVE IS USUALLY GOING TOO FAR WITH FENN, IF HE EVER MUTTERS THE WORD 'LOVE' TO ANYONE, THEY SHOULD CONSIDER THEMSELVES EXTREMELY SPECIAL IN HIS EYES, AND EVEN THAT'S AN UNDERSTATEMENT - HE HAS A SOFTER SIDE. INSTEAD OF DEALING INSULTS, HE GIVES COMPLIMENTS. HE'S EXTREMELY PROTECTIVE, HIS ANGER SPIKING AT EVEN THE THOUGHT OF HARM COMING TO THEM. AND HE'S OFTEN PLAYFUL, MISCHIEVOUS, AROUND WHOEVER IT IS THAT HAS GAINED HIS AFFECTION. SIMPLY PUT, FENNRHYS IS SOMEONE WHO SEEMS QUITE ONE-DIMENSIONAL AT FIRST, BUT HE HAS MORE SIDES THAN ANYONE COULD IMAGINE. TAKE MY HAND, I'LL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU Fenn wasn't one for aesthetics. He couldn't be, what was the point of appreciating beauty when your entire world was filled with dull, unattractive things? Lands that were bleak and barren, never to see the lush growth of vegetation. Ladies that, while beautiful and vibrant young, would eventually wither away, becoming grotesque beasts rather than the beautiful maidens they had once been. To notice and enjoy beauty was to be bothered when it turned to something not so lovely, and why would the bronc want to set himself up for disappointment? When death did not loom on the horizon, there was plenty of room for such things, after all. For any other equine, he was as old as dirt. For many Cadients, however, he was a mere babe. Nevertheless, he'd been allowing his younger years to pass him by without much thought. Time passed by slowly for one of his kind, so what was the rush to look for ladies, to claim lands, start a herd? He'd felt that there was no reason to do such a thing, and yet here he was, on his way to the Valley - albeit grumbling more with every step he took. His breath was visible in the chilled air, gathering in tufts of mist from where his nostrils expelled it. The frigid air clung to him like a blanket that he couldn't shake off, freezing him to the core. He despised winter, despised never being able to find warmth, despised the fine layer of white upon the earth when he was so used to brown - where he was from, it never snowed. It never grew too cold. But he couldn't return to the land of the Cadients without a woman beside him, and he was determined to find one. Each moment he spent in this winter wasteland was a moment too long, he simply yearned to once again dwell in the warm, arid regions of the desert. For many it would have been uncomfortable - even impossible - living conditions, those for which he was longing, but he adored the harsh heat of the barren lands. The lack of food and water was unfortunate, but he could survive without for much longer than other equines - months, even. His expression was severe; but that was typical of the masq. Upper lip curled in distaste as the zephyr hurled itself at him over and over, but still he trudged on, tenacious in every aspect, thoughts of his homeland never far from him. They were what kept his limbs moving in rapid succession, a trot picked up when usually his movements were slow and steady. He tucked his great brown head towards his chest in a vain attempt to hide it from the cold, but it was to no avail. It was everywhere. He was nearing the valley, though, and his relief was almost palpable. He was fortunate - because his skin was not yet peeling away, making him look like a true monster, most of the equines didn't shy away from him or give him looks of disgust. Other than those who loathed him simply because he wasn't a unicorn or a pegasus or a venntis, anyway. It didn't matter - he didn't care for any of those freaks either. His eyes roamed the landscape; searching for those without odd coloring or animal counterparts or swirling tattoos. It wasn't as easy to pick out his fellow Cadients - many of them looked just the same as the Falvior equines. Soon enough his gaze landed on an atramentous jezebel, the ebony dress that slipped over her curves a beacon of promise to one such as himself. His course changed automatically, limbs turning to stride toward the maiden. The dark brown mass ceased movement a few feet from her, his gaze openly searching. Shameless. "I hate to skip all the pleasantries," Fennrhys cooed, "but honestly, if you're not of my race, then I'd be wasting my time speaking with you. So tell me, are you of the Cadient Dynasty, lady?" Oh, Fenn certainly wasn't one to waste time - ironically enough, considering he had all the time in the world to waste. Nevertheless, he stood staring, waiting rather impatiently for an answer. If she was a Cadient damsel, then he would talk with her, give her his name, dance the dance. But if she wasn't, he'd simply be on his way, simple enough. I WILL SEEP UNDER YOUR SKIN, I WILL SOLILOQUY -- I'M HOPING SHE'LL PROVE TO BE MORE INTERESTING THAN SHE HAS THUSFAR... BUT NO MATTER. IF NOT, AT LEAST SHE'LL LOOK MAGNIFICENT IN MY HAREM. I WILL HOLD ONTO YOUR HEART, I WILL SHADOW OF THE EQUINOX -- FENNRHYS AND SOLILOQUY -- COMPLETED !DON'T YOU LET ME DOWN -- FENNRHYS AND SOLILOQUY -- AWAITING / OWED

[IOHMEARE]

WE'LL KEEP LISTENING, SHE'LL NEVER MAKE A SOUND HE WALKS IN GRACE, A DOLL OF MERELY FOUR WHOSE EYES SPEAK OF A GENTLE NATURE. MARKINGS? THANKFULLY SHE HAS NONE, THOUGH A HORN OF THE BRIGHTEST GOLD CAN BE SEEN. THE ALLEVIAN DYNASTY CLAIMS HER LOYALTY. THE SVELTE SILHOUETTE IS CLEARLY OF A HERITAGE MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF A MORGAN AND A TRAKEHNER. A DRESS OF THE BRIGHTEST GOLD CLINGS TO HER CURVES, ACCENTUATED WITH SOCKS OF BLACK, AND LOCKS ALSO OF THE EBONY SHADE. HER EYES HOLD THE COLOR OF LIGHT BROWN. ABILITIES? SIMPLE TRICKS, LIKE MAKING WATER FLOW FROM A DRY STREAM OR CREATING TUFTS OF VEGETATION IN PREVIOUSLY BARREN AREAS. SOFT-SPOKEN, MOTHERLY, CARING, AND MANIPULATIVE TO BOOT. SHE IS A TRUE WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING, THOUGH HER INTENTIONS AREN'T TO HARM OTHERS. SIMPLY TO BETTER HERSELF, TO GET THE MOST OUT OF EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. SHE IS AMBITIOUS, AS AMBITIOUS AS A MARE CAN AFFORD TO BE, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY SHE CANNOT HOPE TO TRULY LEAD A HERD, UNLESS SHE WERE TO JOIN THE BANOMITH... AND SUCH A THING IS CERTAINLY NOT AN APPEALING THOUGHT TO DARLING IOHMEARE. SHE IS DEFINITELY A MOTHER HEN, THOUGH, AND NOT JUST TO CHILDREN. EVEN STALLIONS OR HER FELLOW MARES, SHE IS CAREFUL TO LOOK OUT FOR, AND ALWAYS OFFERS HELP IF IT IS NEEDED, UNLESS OF COURSE IT WOULD INHIBIT HER IN ANY WAY. SHE IS VERY EMPATHETIC, AND CAN'T USUALLY BEAR TO SEE OTHERS IN PAIN. THIS CARING SIDE OF HER DRAWS THE LINE AT OTHER RACES, THOUGH. FRANKLY, THEY DISGUST HER. SHE WOULD SHUDDER AT THE MERE THOUGHT OF BEING AROUND ONE OF ANOTHER RACE. WERE THEY IN ANY DANGER, SHE WOULDN'T BAT AN EYELASH. EXCEPT FOR CHILDREN OF OTHER RACES, EVEN SHE CAN'T BE THAT HEARTLESS. FOALS ARE HER WEAK SPOT, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. ALL IN ALL, IOHMEARE IS A LOVELY YOUNG LADY, CONFIDENT, CHARISMATIC, SYMPATHETIC, AND AMBITIOUS. SO KEEP IT COMING AND THE DETAILS QUIET Was it always like this? Iohmeare had come into Echiole's Valley expecting some tall, dark, handsome strange to waltz up, woo her and cart her off to his majestic homeland. That's what her mother had always told her would happen, that's what she had come to expect, and yet she had left feeling more solitary than ever. It had quite possibly been the most disappointing experience the doll had ever had; she now felt so very insecure. Did her personality leave something to be desired? Was she not attractive? Perhaps she was too nice, too lady-like, maybe she should have tried that mean, hard-to-get approach that so many women used nowadays. Well, darling Ioh was a bit old-fashioned, she believed ladies should act as such - ladies. Refined, elegant, coupled with manners and a healthy dose of dignity. She had all those things, she'd learned them from the best. So why on earth was she still homeless? Homeless. Her lip curled and she gave a little shudder at the thought. It doesn't mean you'll be this way forever, have some patience. Someone will come along, She told herself, but she wouldn't settle for just any old chap; Iohmeare had standards, as any woman ought to have, and she wouldn't be tossing them to the wind and jumping at any Allevian boy she came across like some desperate, love-crazed filly. Oh no, she simply had to bide her time; good things came to those who practiced patience. Or so she hoped. She wasn't exactly sure where she was. The girl was still quite new to these lands, and had next to no idea of just how to navigate them. But she'd been of sour spirits when she left the valley, and hadn't paid attention to where she was headed nor had she thought to stop and ask where she might go. She'd heard that there was a place where all the ladies could gather, and that did sound like her kind of place, but alas - she had no idea as to where that might be. And unfortunately, this place seemed to be rather... deserted. She frowned, uneasy. The jezebel certainly wasn't used to this place yet, and having no number of equines roaming around made her quite nervous. "Well, you're being ridiculous!" She chortled to herself, shaking her golden head. "There's nothing to be afraid of out here. Absolutely nothing." For some reason, Ioh felt that if she talked to herself, quite loudly, she would remain safe, even if there was something sinister lurking in the woods. "But there isn't." She grumbled, annoyed that she would even entertain the idea. She was perfectly safe. And alone. Despite herself, her pace became a bit more hurried, her strolling pace soon picking up into a nimble trot. She immediately felt better with the quicker pace, her ebony locks moving gently with the flowing breeze. Her nostrils widened with the flow of air, her muscles quivering with contained energy. Well, this wasn't so bad - she would find her way out of here in no time! All she had to do was continue moving in a perfectly straight line, and soon enough she'd find her way out of... whatever this place was. She continued onward, in surprisingly good spirits considering how very miserable she'd been just a few hours before. And - wait, hadn't she passed that tree before? The one that was split in half? Yes, surely she had! There couldn't possibly be two trees that looked so alike, could there? This was impossible! She'd never find her way out! And now she was losing her composure, wonderful! Instead of continuing on her path, she crashed through the trees beside her, moving at a much faster pace than was advisable in so thick a forest. But what if she was lost forever? It seemed she would be barreling her way through the woods for quite a while, but she stopped suddenly when she saw something move from the corner of her eye. A tree? No, trees don't move Ioh, listen to yourself... She sighed, forcing herself to calm down and think clearly before she went off making a fool of herself in front of this fellow equine, who, she noted with relief, was a fellow unicorn. Thank goodness it's not one of those freaks. She thought to herself, thinking back to the horses with pearly white gaze or those with ravaged flesh. Again she shuddered. Elated to find some other form of life in these barren woods, and one of her own at that, Iohmeare moved quickly towards him, acting alltogether frazzled - but she couldn't help it, she was in a bit of a state. "Oh my, I'm so glad to see you here!" She gushed, and then paused - now he probably thought she was a lunatic, mistaking him for someone else. "Not that I know you, but you see, I've managed to get myself quite hopelessly lost, and I had absolutely no idea how to get out of this wretched place, but now you can show me the way out!" An utterly relieved smile graced her countenance, and though Ioh was all for manners, they seemed to have slipped her mind for the moment, for she neither offered her name nor asked this stranger for his own. Ah well, she was bound to clean up her act eventually. SHE'S LIKE A GHOST THAT KEEPS YOU UP ALL NIGHT ERRO -- WELL, HE WAS CERTAINLY IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME! OR NOT, DEPENDING ON HOW YOU SEE IT... THE POINT IS, HE WAS SOMEWHAT MY SAVIOR, WASN'T HE? SHE'LL BE A SECRET YOU CAN KEEP, KEEP ME, KEEP ME STAND UP AND SCREAM~ -- IOHMEARE AND ERRO -- AWAITING / OWED `` UNDER A SKY NO LONGER BLUE -- IOHMEARE AND MARGRAVALE -- AWAITING / OWED

[LIVYNIX]

ARE YOU, ARE YOU COMING TO THE TREE? SHE WALKS IN HUNGER, A GYPSY OF MERELY FOUR WHOSE EYES SPEAK OF A GENTLE NATURE. MARKINGS? MANY SWIRLING PATTERNS OF THE MOST BRILLIANT WHITE. THE THYMANII DYNASTY CLAIMS HER LOYALTY. THE LEAN SILHOUETTE IS CLEARLY OF A HERITAGE MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF A SHAGYA ARABIAN AND A ROCKY MOUNTAIN HORSE. A DRESS OF THE SWEETEST CRIMSON CLINGS TO HER CURVES, ACCENTUATED WITH LOCKS OF A LIGHTER, CREAMY SHADE. HER EYES HOLD THE COLOR OF IVORY. ABILITIES? EXCEPTIONALLY POWERFUL LUNGS THAT ALLOW HER TO HOLD HER BREATH FOR AN HOUR OR SO, TRUE SEDUCTION OF THE KELPIES, NOT TO MENTION SHE'S A REMARKABLE SWIMMER AND COULD CONSUME HORSEFLESH IF SHE SO DESIRED. IT WAS CERTAINLY KELPIES LIKE THE LOVELY LIVYNIX THAT GAVE HER SPECIES A BAD NAME. SHE IS GORGEOUS, FEMININE TO THE EXTREME, AND A TEMPTRESS IF EVER THERE WAS ONE. SHE LOVES TO FLATTER HER VICTIMS, BAT HER EYELASHES, SWING HER HIPS, REALLY DRIVE THEM UP THE WALL. SHE COOS TO THEM IN HER SING-SONG VOICE, LURES THEM TOWARD THE WATER'S DEPTHS, AND ONCE THEY'RE IN, THERE'S USUALLY NO TURNING BACK. THE LOVELY LADY TURNS INTO SOMETHING FROM HORROR STORIES. SHE IS MERCILESS, CRUEL. SHE KILLS HER VICTIMS MOCKINGLY; OFTEN BRUSHING UP AGAINST THEM, WHISPERING AWFUL, FRIGHTENING THINGS IN THEIR EARS, BEFORE SHE ULTIMATELY FINISHES THEM. SHE DOESN'T DO IT FOR SUSTENANCE - SHE FEASTS ON THE OCEANLIFE - SHE SIMPLY ENJOYS THE GAME. OH YES, IT'S A GAME TO HER. EQUINES WERE MADE TO BE KILLED FOR HER SPORT, IN HER OPINION. AND THE LURING, THE SHOCK AND TERROR IN THEIR EYES WHEN THEY REALIZE WHAT A TRAP THEY'VE WALKED INTO, GIVES HER SUCH AN IMMENSE FEELING OF SATISFACTION, IT'S ALMOST AN ADDICTION. SO IT'S NOT SURPRISING THAT ON THE OCCASION THAT SHE LOSES A KILL - IF THEY COME TO THEIR SENSES BEFORE THEY HIT THE WATER, OR MANAGE TO FIGHT HER OFF AND GET OUT - SHE IS QUITE PUT OUT, AND WILL TAKE OUT HER RAGE ON ANYTHING THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH. AND YOU CERTAINLY WOULDN'T WANT TO BE AROUND DEAR LIVYNIX WHEN SHE'S IN A RAGE. WEAR A NECKLACE OF ROPE SIDE BY SIDE WITH ME POST TO COME SOON. STRANGE THINGS DID HAPPEN HERE, NO STRANGER WOULD IT BE NO RELATIONSHIPS OR MEETINGS TO SPEAK OF YET. IF WE MET UP AT MIDNIGHT IN THE HANGING TREE THREAD NAME? -- LIVYNIX AND NAME -- AWAITING / OWED table by sigath.deviantart.com; other credits located there