Well met! [Barrel]

[.: Saphira :.]

I am your inner demon.
Karma has nothing on me.

Dark thoughts swirled around the handsome stallion's crown, easily matching the ebony hue of his gleaming pelt. Swift, confident strides carried the tall stallion forward; his midnight head raised high. He was not ashamed of who he was – why should he be? And neither was he afraid, skulking about the borders of the land as he sometimes had to do. No, he was accepted here, in the kingdom of the darks and lights. Lean muscles moved in a smooth, synchronised rhythm under his pelt, as large daggers easily sliced through the lush grass-covered ground, propelling the stallion onward. Tossing his head, the stag's ebony tresses rippled and flowed in the eddies of the wind that blew around him. His pelt was slightly ragged, tresses tangled from his long journey after his exile from the Guild he had done his best to lead. Fiercely intelligent pools of onyx scanned the land, wary, for after being alone for so long, he had almost forgotten how to interact with others. It would once again take time to get used to another's company. Not that the horses here were reputed for being talkative and friendly.

Galloping within this lush land was a pleasure to the black stallion. His hoof beats fell softly, muted by the grassy earth, as the stallion closed his eyes in exhilaration. Galloping was second nature to the graceful stallion, leaving him lots of free time to simply think. He had entered these strange new lands not a month ago, and from what he had seen, he supposed that this area was adequate. More than enough ‘lights’ to terrify if he got bored, at least. The sound of running water permeated the air, soothing the beast that raged within him, as he listened to the repetitive sound. Gradually, his strides grew smoother, lazier, and Valek had relaxed enough to toss his head playfully and splash across one of the smaller rivers.

It was nearing nightfall; red and golden streaks of sunlight lay upon the earth, bathing the land in a blood-red hue. Quiet rustlings and movements caught his attention, and his ears swiveled around to track them, but yet, he his pace did not falter. He was comfortable enough at night. A soft wind moaned and whistled through the tree trunks, creating the image of a battlefield of the fallen, to the mighty stallion.

Snorting with morbid amusement, the handsome stallion slowed at last to a trotting pace. His breathing had quickened, but he was barely winded. Raising his head, the stallion glanced around at the common meeting place where he supposed the other horses would roam. It was secluded enough, with sturdy trees all around. Only those adventurous enough would venture this far into the unexplored areas. And he had no interest in the faint of heart. Valek pricked his ears, flaring his nostrils as he calmly waited for the arrival of another equine.

Let the fun begin.

I am your evil nightmare
And your greatest fantasy.

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/FajeraMidBottom.png,true] Winter was fast approaching, for the breezes certainly were growing more brisk and vegetation was beginning to hibernate until the following spring. The atmosphere held a cold, almost slumber like feeling that seem to linger. The petite creature had stumbled upon this land, for the gypsy soul was forever wandering it seemed. Nostrils inhaled deeply every so often, scenting the atmosphere to pick up aromas along her path. No danger lurked near her, and even if it did she very well was not frightened. Emerald gems scanned the fading scenery before her, once vibrant plant life slowly turning to a dull and lifeless form. Boreas would soon arrive, and with a vengeance for certain. A cynical grin smeared across those velveteen lips as the very scent of cologne filled her nasal cavity. It was perfection every time, it overwhelmingly pleased the mare. This vixen was always prowling for stallions, it was her victim of choice. They were so egotistic and the sad thing was they didn't even realize what was standing before them, when she did. Cloven hooves sunk into the earth that still held quite a bit of moisture, a unique place this was for moisture never left nor froze. Now, now where was that stallion. Inhaling once more the direction became clear, and strides shifted to follow suit. Egyptian Arabian bloodline was exquisite, the flowing rhythms and elegant framework was divine. The creature surely looked like a porcelain doll crafted carefully, and sculpted to feminine perfection. The figurine slowed to that of a slower paced walk, serpent like movements were made for this predator had found it's prey. A deadly smirk crossed her visage, as those viridian green eyes gazed upon the figure before her. He was quite large of the draft bloodline, and held a lucid black coat much like herself. The wind carried the silken mane and tail, while the peacock feathers ruffled in the currents. Fajera stopped before the grand giant, and stood with a posture and poise of a regal being. It was not arrogant more like self assured. "Well hello there.." The voice that carried from the vixen was quite surreal, bewitching and hypnotizing with every syllable that left her very lips. Long eyelashes slowly covered the beautiful gems and slowly they were presented once more to meet those of this stallion. The sunset light played lovely off her features, though as the night brought it's moon the pale spotlight illuminated the emerald attributes. Supple hips came to an ease as well as the rest of her luscious bodice, this mare was certainly the epitome of seduction. Though what lay beneath it was quite lethal, in fact it was demented and darkened for many years. It now had free reign to do whatever it so wished and preying upon the weaker beings was it's favorite game. This stallion was quite tall, dark, and handsome quite a package deal yet appearances were pleasing to the eye but did nothing more than that. No you see what this she-devil loved to see was the true inner being of a creature, what really controlled them and made them tick. "Waiting for someone?" A soothing tune lifting from her jaws, upward toward the massive stud. Fajera did not mind the height differences no, she was quite pleased with her petite structure it served her ever so well. Word Count: 560.

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