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RIDDICK
Posted: Dec 10 2010, 08:31 PM


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The Ocean of war, it had seen many of battles, many warriors few victors and numerous amounts of losers. The sands had now become stained with the deep crimson liquid that coursed through every being's veins, even those of immortal such as himself. It was quite interesting to see so many equines wish for eternal life yet the one's who wished did not truly understand the burden of living forever, for one had to be very strong in order to see so many events without feeling worn or eroded over the years. The Cadient breed eventually committed suicide when their bodies seemed to be nothing but bone, for they could not handle the sight of themselves and nor could any other being. Though this beast was quite a rare being, one that differed from most others. Riddick truly felt no feeling or emotion, nor had he ever really one could say that Riddick suffered from being a sociopath, yet never really diagnosed almost as if he had this much control over his own mentality. The glacial beast was colder than others to the touch, as if no true soul lived within the gargantuan stallion, his massive frame and powerhouse of a frame was simply a holding cage for the 'Monster' that lurked within and fought daily to escape and cause mass murder, as well as mass chaos upon the lands of Asperia. Saucer pan sized hooves moved precisely and silently for his size is was quite unusual yet the assassin ways had become impulse instead of a thought process anymore. The sands caved to the sheer size and weight of the beast with each step a large print was left for the other beings to cross and follow if they dared. For his breed Riddick still had four years to go before he would cease growing and yet it seemed for them the years only passed slower and slower.

Thick, robust muscles shifted and churned with every stride while feathers danced across his hooves. The stallion felt the icy breeze of Winter gust across the lands, though it did not seem to phase him in the least. The Winter Riddick had always favored for it seemed the most like himself, cold, lifeless, and yet it was charming and alluring in it's own unique way. The elegant pale spotlight of the moon shone down casting a lovely mirror image upon the Ocean, as waves clawed at the shoreline awaiting it's next victim to fall into it's frigid depths. The light illuminated the numerous, scars that painted his grand bodice in many shapes and sizes for it could be noticed by any bystander. Though the light shone greatly upon the massive one that ran across his face, stopping all vision from his right eye only allowing the surreal rust hued left one to see blurry images. Relying more so on his hearing, touch, and scent to live and fight which allowed Riddick the advantage in most of his battles, for equines were foolish to take on this stallion. Nostrils inhaled deeply scenting those far off, for they would have no idea of him yet he knew well of them. Exhaling slowly hardly any vapor was released showing his core temperature was like the outside. Raven flesh looked quite handsome in contrast to the multiple scars, Riddick was thriving for pleasure or blood. The 'Monster' had not been fed in quite some time, and was lashing out at Riddick's insides to be let free. Riddick was not one to fight yet if pushed to the limit the 'Monster' would take over and would not cease until the opponent could no longer take in a breathe of air.

Mountainous frame finally ceased movement as it stood in the sand just an inch away from the clawing waves, mist continued to spray upon his trunk like legs as the rust hued eye gazed outward across the Ocean. Ears were swiveled backwards in order to listen to the noises that lurked further off, for no being could really surprise or ambush him. The heightened senses were a gift and that is how Riddick saw them now, yet he still did not regret ending his father and the beta's life long ago. The iciness aura that lingered from Riddick had always sent others walking yet some other equines seemed to be lured in by it finding it to be very unique that a stallion even an immortal one would send off such an overpowering feeling of numbness and power. The stallion stood lifeless as if he was a fully etched statue, placed on the land for whatever the reason would be. A bat flew over head, flapping frantically for it seemed to be on the hunt for something that it certainly wanted. Riddick could certainly relate to this bat, he hungered for pleasing of the flesh or a fight to bring grand blood either or would suit him fine on this night. The massive beast parted his jaws and slammed them together, hearing the grinding of his large ivories awaiting for an equine to approach. Riddick held no emotion upon his visage, no feeling lurked nothing had seemed to phase his composure like a statue etched in the sand Riddick waited patiently for a lovely creature to arrive to suit his fancy for the evening.

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LOCKHILLE
Posted: Dec 10 2010, 09:35 PM


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Familiar. How odd, that a place like this could be called familiar to a mare. The long expanse of rocks rubbed smooth by dying flesh stretched before her and Miah fell silent in her mind. It was silent except for the distant sound of lapping waves around the next few bends. Her hooves halted their movement and even that crunch refused to break the stillness. A carrion bird screamed out above and she looked at the dimly lit sky to watch it wheel nonchalantly on thermals. Waiting, she knew, for the next dead. Must be a slow season for the Ocean. The gray appearance of the day only added to the ghostly vibe from the beach. The clouds hung low and heavy with snow and seemed to almost press down upon her ears. The stones were washed out; the ocean would be the same. She spotted some scraggly grass and ignored it. Hungry she was, but the red flecks on it were not to her taste. Her head tilted as she swung a look around. Home had a place like this. Not as gruesome, to be sure, but very similar. Loraniie, she remembered. The name of it. Tournaments mostly took place there but herd battles made a not uncommon appearance. She lowered her skull, muzzle brushing over the ruddy rocks. Probably a mix of blood and iron, but it made an impact. She gave it that. She hadn't hated Loraniie. She'd enjoyed her few scuffles there in training and in contest. It had been exciting as only danger can be. Here was not a battle for fun or to see which herd had the best warriors. This was a land of death. Battle for pleasure, for mares, for land. Common occurrence in her species. Some came to just die, and she fancied she could feel the lingering sorrow of those sad souls. A gleam of white caught her eye and she looked closer. She smiled lightly in sympathy at the staring, smiling crushed skull. She nudged it off her path with a careful hoof. It clattered still, but she didn't worry about it. She wasn't trying to be sneaky.

Miah rested his head on her neck, dark eyes peering around curiously. He wasn't a newcomer to this either. He had, after all, been with her most of her life and had joined her in the arena for all his small size. A small, webbed hand rubbed over her shoulder and the mare snorted in amusement. She wasn't sad or scared of the place. It was just...slightly unsettling for the memories it induced. She may not wish to, but she did miss her old home as a child might long for the known while at camp. She shook her neck, mane flopping sides like a noncommittal flag. Not so bad, really. She missed Mother, Father. Patyr. He hasn't come up in a while, Miah offered softly, otter face peering into her own. I know, came his reply. She turned back toward the path and started forward. New and yet familiar, she was curious about the rest of it now. She was aware there was a danger here. Many came just to find some odd equine to do battle with or to kill. She had no death wish, however, and her ears swiveled on guard and Miah watched behind them with keen eyes. She was small. Smaller than most horses but well above pony. Her ungainly body moved with ease of practice. Not stealth or any real grace, but with economical moves that got her places and weren't hurried. She was well muscled, Most of it being in her rounded hindquarters. She didn't seem fragile, nor did she seem petite. She defied most of the feminine ways males referred to mares and the mares in turn made themselves to be. She didn't come across as a masculine horse, but not a prancing twit. Her tail swished quietly along her flank out of habit more than need. No flies bothered her. Even here, winter killed them all.

She wasn't too bothered by the cold at the moment, but without the protection of trees and cliffs the ocean breeze would stab through her winter coat. Not that she'd really know. She had only caught glimpses of the ocean over the years from mountain tops. Odd that a wanderer would not have seen one of the largest things in the world. She huffed a breath, mist gathering around her muzzle before being swept off. The steady crunch of her foot falls kept her company as she wanted down to the beach. The stones got smaller but no less red. Bones were shuttled up against grass and small gatherings of sand. She gave them brief looks as if to give them recognition but didn't slow her steps. Her sides swung in that way only horses have and her ears tipped forward, curious eyes lifting higher as the waves grew louder. Sand settled under her feet and air whipped at her. She blew out sharply in surprise and her eyes closed a second. Her forelock flipped behind her ear in the swirl. She blinked open again and she jerked her head to settle her mane. She gazed at the ocean not without some awe, but nothing epic. She tilted her head at it wondering what was on the other side. Adventure, she knew, for whoever traveled over there. The Hippocampus knew. She would never, and she turned away from it to stare at the white lapping hands that drug over the rocks. They were clean there, and no bones littered the ground. Her gaze finally settled on the black figure of another horse. Her ears angled back slightly. She didn't know if she wanted to deal with him. Not that she could take him, but he was large. Much more so than her. Miah stiffened and leaned forward to look too. The stones around each of their necks clacked, drawing attention to themselves. Not that he hadn't already heard them, she was sure. She had two choices. Act like he didn't bother her and maybe get into a fight she would very much try to win, or turn around and not deal with it. A pussy move of course, but some days it was easier to cut your loses.

Her eyes narrowed and she took a step back. He was here wasn't here? And she was pretty sure sentimentality hadn't carried him onto the beach.




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RIDDICK
Posted: Dec 15 2010, 02:58 PM


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The sea wind gust that rushed by the massive statue brought the oh so familiar perfume. The perfume that drove males to insanity, the perfume that held power over most any of the opposing gender. The scent was all to well known to this glacial beast who underneath was like a snake charmer, moving into deadly situations and eventually always receiving what he hungered for. The perfume was drug into his nostrils pulling it deeply into large lungs, and exhaling slowly yet no other movement was made in this process. Riddick then awaited the sound of hooves and other such movements to be heard as the mare's approach became nearer to where he stood on this shoreline. The thick mane and tail floated along with the gusts and his eardrums though caught even the slightest movement of a sea creature among the sands. Soon the crunching of hooves could be heard the delightful steps, as delicate as they were for most mares seemed to have a different beat than stallions. Riddick had come to notice many of things that most other equines would not, of course it was all thanks to the heightened senses due to his loss of vision in one eye and the other eye poor of sight. The mare came along the shoreline seemingly oblivious to his massive figure placed near the ocean, yet Riddick did not move just awaited to hear the turn of her hooves in his apparent direction. The mare must have been enraptured by the coastline, taking in all of the sights that could be seen whereas Riddick almost no longer held that luxury though would not trade anything for the heightened senses he possessed. Within time the mare finally shifted her weight and then movements ceased, this had been the moment Riddick had been awaiting before he would make his advance.

Turning his heavy and defined skull first his right side had been facing the mare and therefore the horribly scarred face was viewed first and then the left side appeared as well. The surreal rust hued eye gazed upon the beauty to the extent that he could see, and found her bodice to be quite unique. The manner in which each limb connected, the certain lengths and sizes seemed not proportionate yet to this mare fit perfectly. It was quite an interesting sight indeed for Riddick since the frosty stallion found interest in the prize jewels that others seemed to overlook. The gargantuan frame then followed the heavy skull, dinner plate sized hooves followed his fluent movement as the bodice soon faced the mare and began to slowly advance in her direction. The moonlight danced off the multiple scars that were etched upon the raven black flesh, numerous ones of all shapes and sized not such a welcoming presence yet it held a certain rugged and mysterious handsome charm. As Riddick approached step by step, the thick, and bulging muscle rippled and flexed even with the slowest of movements. The beast had certainly made sure to keep the muscle tightened as well as robust in order to obtain the title of such a powerhouse of strength. Movements soon came to an end as he stood a few feet from the mare before him, whose gaze had not yet left him. Riddick tilted the skull only slightly, and then velvet lips parted and words began to flow. "An evening such as this does not suit a lady such as yourself does it?" The words were slightly riddled, and yet that charm was found within his tones. The tones were like thunder rolling across stormy skies. Baritones were highly distinguish and held to the greatest octave of masculinity.

No emotion broke through the icy composure, certainly this mare like the many other equines would begin to note the chill that came from his bodice. The aura he emitted was unique to himself and not yet had Riddick met such a lifeless creature, that is why Winter he was so very fond of. Though Riddick was pleased to see no other had become so very numb and instead many still flourished with life. The fire that lay within some being's intrigued Riddick for he found it to be like a name, each equine held their own fire and it was different from every other life form. Yet at this moment in time the perfume had begun to draw out the 'Monster' like a steak pulls a lion from his cave. It was alluring of course yet as the 'Monster' began to claw Riddick did not allow anything to break through of the composure. The 'Monster' craved for pleasure or the lust for blood yet pleasure of the flesh was more suited in this meeting. Riddick though continued to fight the beast within where his soul should lie instead, yet more words slipped from the stallion. "Lady may I receive your name?" Riddick even though a numb, sadistic being he still held respect for every equine and expected it in return at least to some extent and degree. Riddick understood many placed up bluffs as well as walls in order of defense or whatever it was the felt it necessary for. Riddick had learned to notice the difference between out right rude, and the defense. Ears alerted on top of his heavy skull as the eyes shifted to be settled upon her gaze, as well as the creature that lay around her neck. The species was quite apparent and yet Riddick knew that he in her eyes could be a number of species.

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LOCKHILLE
Posted: Dec 22 2010, 04:57 PM


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His reaction was a study of laziness. He didn't turn quickly, making it abundantly clear he'd been aware of her presence for a while. She didn't bother with it. Males would be males and nothing would tell them different. She didn't understand him - no, she couldn't say that since she had only just met him but she knew males well enough. The majority of them were egotistical control freaks. Especially to females. Polite they could be, voices smooth as silk and thick with pseudo-respect, but arrogance was bred into them as sure as their coloration. She wasn't impressed with that. She accepted their larger size and greater strength but she didn't like having it rubbed to blatantly in her face. Lock wasn't the most powerful horse, but she didn't consider herself a horrid fighter. If anything she was right proud of her ability to fend off enemies. But the bigger males already had the advantage and she didn't feel it needed to show it off to a mare three-fourths his size. She pinned her ears at him, lip slightly lifted in warning. He'd be aware from the start, she reasoned, that she was no hussy he would be dominating with ease. Maybe she should have left him to his own, but now that he'd seen her there was no way she was walking away. She refused to appear weak to him. Or anyone else. Miah ran a small paw over her shoulder in a small gesture of soothing. He wanted to leave; she could feel that need from him but she ignored it. Logically it was stupid. It didn't matter what he thought. But she was proud to a fault some days, and this happened to be one of them. She could outrun him - she was completely sure of that but...it just didn't seem like the thing to do at that moment.

Miah sighed at her, a mental exhale, but let it go. He was way used to her ways to try again. She snorted softly at him, her eyes never straying from the stallion many paces away from her. He was huge. Large, black, the Friesian breed she'd seen abounding here. Did all the 'pretty' breeds flourish here or was it just her? She's seen very few of the average horses. Mixed breeds that were hardier in her opinion. The only reason why there were 'breeds' was because the snobbishness of families. Not that it really stopped the generations from siring bastards here and there. Men would be men. Otherwise everyone would be one 'breed'. She wasn't saying that those pure bloods weren't beautiful to look. Certainly the black equine was a looker. She had eyes of course. But she'd met many a handsome male and taught him to take his hide elsewhere. Males cared little what a female looked like as long as she was a female. Sure it made a difference, but she wasn't beautiful as some of the horses she'd seen and still stallions tried their smooth tones. Wonderful really, to be seen as a breeder. She'd experienced it at home, but at least those males saw females as warriors as well as trophies. A strong, fighting female was wanted and prized. Here the more docile a mare was the more she was wanted. No fight these days. It disgusted her. She wasn't adverse to herds - she'd lived with one and new the benefits that came with a large group. But she doubted she'd been joining any sort of herd in this land. It would take a lot to convince her to join any sort of gathering around here.

He probably expected that from her. Her mismatched eyes narrowed. She wasn't a man hater, far from it. She liked looking at the opposite sex, and she enjoyed the protection they could provide when she felt like allowing them the privileged of doing so. But high handedness was not something she felt like she had to allow out of the males. Sure she'd been labeled a bitch many a time, but it was only because she stood up for herself and didn't allow a penis bearing male to walk all over her freedom. A freedom she really enjoyed these days. So when he moved forward in a languid role of giant muscles she didn't back up though her head reared back. The wind rippled along her sides, cold despite the thickened fur there. Her tail was tugged playfully by that same salty breeze and the short strands fluttered across her flanks. All four hooves were planted firmly in the earth, ready for...well, she wasn't very sure what she was expecting from him but it wasn't good. She would have been stupid to relax with a stranger around. A shiver went through Miah and she shook her neck, allowing her mane to fall over him in a sort of shield from both the wind and the larger male. He wasn't scared, just apprehensive. Lock's mother had always said her shadow had received more of the common sense in the soul split. The facts said this male was looking for nothing good and other species had been known to kill shadows for no other reason than they were there. Which brought up another thought. She had no idea what his species was. He could be anything. Her nostrils flared, scenting no decay on the breeze. Not an aged Cadient than. No fish fin, horn, or wings, obviously. No markings or sea life. No shadow unless it was a bird high above. She flicked a short glance around, seeing no predatory soul-bound animal that could be cause for a fight.

He was a regular horse for all extends and purposes. Even if he was a Cadient it was nothing to worry about at the moment. The rotting was what put her on edge. Even if he was immortal, a normally fatal attack would slow him down more than he large size did. And a normal horse? Ha. She couldn't believe they survived around here. Miah smacked her shoulder lightly. We're not that far from them. I'm not much of a battle animal. She ignored him. She hadn't meant it quite like that, but she wasn't willing to argue about it. He stopped and she pricked an ear, curious despite herself. He had an odd feel about him and she couldn't put it into words. He spoke quickly, not letting her think much longer on it. "The type of female I am is not something you know," she snorted sharply. He'd used charm, but it seemed rather detached in her ears. Polite his words were, but too sexist for her not to show her displeasure. He knew nothing. Did not know she had spent her time in places such as these. Not as bloody or as filled with death, but it was no secret to her. He spoke again and her eyes turned sarcastic. She rolled them and twitched an ear in contempt. "Without offering yours first? I find that rather impolite." She huffed and then as an after thought said, "And stop calling me 'lady'. It certainly is not my name or temperament."




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Surreal rust hued eye gazed upon the mare, noting the every movement that she had done. The creature that lay over her shoulders seemed anxious not quite at ease with the situation unfolding, and the mare surely avoided it. Riddick read others well by not only their actions but what they gave off when in his presence, due to the heightened senses of course. Nostrils inhaled deeply, the air seemed to slightly grow with tension yet it was not to the point that Riddick needed to ready himself for an attack. This mare was an oddity, and it fascinated the glacial being. The fiery equines enlightened him, and provided much interest to him yet not that any were the same because it seemed each flame burned differently and at a different temperature. The temp that radiated of of this lovely creature before him was quite intense, while his seemed to be subzero without change or even the slightest phase change. The first words that broke through in response to his first question was a light surprise but not quite, truly he did not know the deeper knowledge of this lady yet he could read her a bit more in depth than others but this he would not quite voice. Thunder once more seemed to erupt from the voice box, and baritones filled the air. "Indeed you state such a blunt response of truth. Though I do see you, not just gaze." This was not rude just informative if anything, though Riddick held respect for the female even if the answer was quite bold. This was not disrespect just part of this female's fire that continued to ignite within her soul. Muscles shifted underneath the fully scarred raven flesh, it was if every inch of him was marked with scars, from his ears to his hooves. Yet the surreal rust hued eye looked upon this mare, without faltering from her face for that was rude even though the 'Monster' within was thriving to obtain lust or death.

Indeed Riddick had been able to conceal the beast dwelling within, yet lately it had become too long of a time frame. It was like a bomb waiting for the time to run out, eventually it would and it would result in a killing one of a cold blooded murder. Tail flicked behind the massive being, and yet no other movement was created as if he truly was a statue. Riddick began to ignore the 'Monster' it was craving attention like a foal and simply the stallion would not give it to him, instead focus was fully placed upon this mare once more. The next words came fourth from the beauty's mouth, it sung with a sting for her fire had erupted before him and it only fascinated him not insulted. "Riddick, now that my manners are in order you may follow accordingly." The rumbling tones ending, as his lips paused and jaws parted again for more words to reply in response to this mare. "The first point you are accurate, though the proceeding one you are incorrect. A mare is always a lady until she proves to not hold respect for herself, now that is not you correct?" The words were a bit of a twist yet it seemed the baritones did not alter nor shift, the slight charm remained and yet no other emotion could be hinted from his voice. Riddick had become a master at encasing his emotions and feelings for he honestly felt nothing anymore. Like a computer in a manner of speaking completely functional yet within any feeling to exert. The stallion pondered as to what reaction he would receive from the mare before him, would the fire continue to grow or would it subside and show a deeper being than the one who stood before him.

The defined skull turned toward the Ocean's view once again, the moonlight reflecting off the water's surface was divine. The land of Thynid was divine it seemed to hold little visitors and only brought fourth a lovely sculpted creature such as this mare before him, the inhaling of her perfume was intoxicating the 'Monster' which was causing quite an uproar within his thick bodice. The gargantuan creature stepped backward just a simple step to allow more space given to the interesting equine. Turning his gaze back to the mare though his skull was turned so that the right blind eye was gazing upon her more, it allowed for Riddick to listen fully to her movements as well as the octaves and tones of each word she spoke. The moonlight illuminated the scars that ran across his frame as well as the land, the land seemed to soak up the moonlight and the night continued to in case the world around the two equines who stood without movement. Riddick then allowed his lips to part once again and words flowed perfectly from his throat, "I must say you must be quite assure of your abilities to fend off predators for the fact that you travel alone." A questioning statement yet also to see the reaction, it was quite amusing to see emotions take over equines and control the actions as well as their reactions to certain spoken statements. It seemed to arouse especially in defense of themselves and others that were close to them, Riddick was close to no one which allowed for life to be much simpler. Though Riddick did wonder if a mare would ever take enough interest in him if they would dare tread deeper into his mind, and attempt to learn of him to some extent no matter the time it took.
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