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i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari snorted indignantly, weight shifting from her left and right without stop. Her head swung around gracelessly, and it became obvious that she was not aware she was even moving, only proving further that the mare was, likely, clinically insane. She watched the stallion encroach on her space and while she didn't like being crowded, she wasn't actively aware of it anyhow. Everything appeared in a surreal, dreamy picture to her she often forgot she, herself, was even there. If she were in her right mind, she'd have already drawn blood from one of the dark horses, and even possibly herself. Her head lulled to follow the stallion's figure as he circled, eye lazy. She pulled a tantalizing grin. "There was a bird," she said airily, nodded her head to herself in confirmation. "But it's dead now," Ari finished darkly, a large contract from the start of her response. Her aura darkened and she seemed angry at nothing in particular, violently striking at the ground as her breathing picked up, nostrils flared. It all vanished in an instant, and she came down to her loopy state of grace. "Mayhem?" he repeated after too long. "You're new," she affirmed, not a question but a statement.    tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

The brute watched the mare with content,
realizing that she was, in fact, a bit taller
than him, but that certainly did not mean
she was stronger. He thought to himself,
still eyeing the mare's bodice intently. He
shifted his weight, turning on his hind-
quarters and started to walk towards the
mountains, quietly expecting her to follow.
He chuckled deeply at the mare's response
to his question, satisfied with her previous
actions with the bird.

As Mayhem walked, he listened to her
judgment, scowling at her in return.

"You're new."

He did not feel the need to explain himself
to that statement, seeming as it was pretty
obvious, considering he had no herd
members yet.

"So you like birds, eh? What makes their
blood so much better than my own?"

He asked with a slight bit of sarcasm, trying
to strike up a different conversation.
He really didn't know what to think of her
yet. It seemed to him that she was very
closed-off in her own kind of way. Though
that could be a good thing, right now he
yearned for answers, and an actual conversation.

WORDS; 188 TAGS; ARI --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari moved to follow his voice without a thought running through her mind of it. It wasn't that she was submissive or by any means a follower, but rather that she was ignorant and frankly out of her mind. She didn't think about her actions might entail, whether he would try to slaughter her or take her in without consent. She tipped her head in his direction to listen, tail snapping back and forth without end. His voice portrayed his authority and demanded to be heard, and Ari wouldn't have turned against it even if she were in stable mind. She scowled at his comment, mostly to herself, in her own confusion. She seemed to get lost in trying to find an answer to give him, but she didn't really know herself. It wasn't the blood she wanted from the birds, she recalled, but there wasn't quite a reason for it anyway. She let him believe that, for lack of better excuse. "I've never had your blood to compare," she responds finally, her lazy eye drifting off to stare blankly at the mountains. She paid him little mind.   tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem smirked to himself as his
hearing devices took in the sound of
her following. He walked quietly,
the sharp blades of his black hooves
cutting through the hard ground with
ease; like a knife through Swiss cheese.
His body and head moved lazily,
without care, and relaxation covered
his muscles and mind. He was not
afraid of this mare, and he did not
see her as a threat to him. Matter
of fact, he found her genuinely
interesting. At this point he was
close to entering the small path
within the middle of the mountains,
and the scent of fresh water and
grass ran through this nostrils
without care.

The brute snorted in surprise at
the mare's comment. Soon, a
slight devious smirk appeared
on his lips, curled to one side, and
a hint of mischief appeared in his
dark eyes.

"Well then.."

He starts as he stops in his place
and looks back at her. In one swift
movement he swings his neck around,
revealing his blood-stained teeth and
takes an austere bite directly into his
own flesh on his left shoulder. As he
pulls out, blood trickles down his
shoulder with excitement, almost
exhilarated to be leaving and out of
his dreadful, thick flesh. Without
a flinch, the brute looks at the mare
and smiles brightly, with his own
blood dripping down his lips, and
down to cover the hard ground below.

"Care to have a taste? It's quite...
Pungent."

He smirks as the scent of his thick
blood fills the air around him.

"What a marvelous smell."

WORDS; 261 TAGS; ARI --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

The large black stallion was walking through the thick forest, his large body managing to slip between the trees silently, listening and watching everything. The snap of twigs, the call of birds, the wildlife in the trees, and the small stream that he was approaching. Seizing the opportunity, he dipped his head low and drank, enjoying the cold trickle of water down his throat.

Once he was satisfied, he lifted his head and inhaled the fresh air, his nostrils flaring at the scent of the woods. Something underneath the woodsy smell caught his attention, was the scent of
blood mixed in with it? Why would that metallic and bitter smell be reaching him? Curiosity gripped the young equine, forcing him towards the smell that got stronger with each step.

Silently he crept forward, stopping in the cover of the shadows when he heard voices. The voice of a mare and a stallion reached his pricked ears, though neither of them seemed to fighting with the other. If they were not fighting, why was there blood? His icy blue eyes stayed fixated on the two, from what little he had caught it seemed the stallion had drawn the blood from himself.

Was that his awful attempt to woe the mare? The thought almost made him release a cynical chuckle. He was no lady’s man, but that was not the way to get a mare to trust you. Even he knew that. Oh, this would be amusing. The stallion stepped forward, away from the masking shadows, and stared at the two with his cold eyes.

“If you are trying to impress her, I think you might have it a bit wrong…” Fear suggested in cool tone, slightly amused but always dark. He usually wasn’t one to make small talk, but he hadn’t been around other horses for so long and it wouldn’t hurt. He could manage to get along with others if they didn’t have something he wanted. He wanted nothing here, other than a quick chat, so he was not too alarming of a presence. Yet.

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

As blood dripped down the brute's
pitch black lips, another unfamiliar
scent caught his nostrils, mixed
between the pungent smell of his
own blood. His head rose
automatically, ears attentive and
body stiff. This was no mare this
time.

Mayhem froze, anger in his face
and body beginning to shake in
an attempt of rage. He was ready
for any kind of attack, any games
to be played. In no way did he
trust any stallion, especially one
that carelessly walked in on his
land. What did he want? Did he
want to get himself killed?

His dark, bottomless eyes fixed
on the other stag, appearing
from within the trees. His ears
took in his speech, and a crooked
smirk revealed from his lips at
the brute's tone. A slight chuckle
escaped from his vocal chords,
amused by the stag's presence
and innocent speech. Just then
he narrowed his eyes, his tone
deepening, his expression
blank, but eyes full or madness.

"And you are?'"

One simple question is all he
had it in him. He wanted to
know why this stag was here,
and why he chose to have the
confidence to make fun of him
on his own land.

WORDS; 201 TAGS; FEAR --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

he black stallion watched the other carefully, not worried about the mare, watching his demeanor. The anger leaving the stallion was almost tangible in the air, so thick you could cut through the thick atmosphere, but Fear ignored it. He was no threat, except maybe the fact he was on the stallion’s land. It wasn’t like he was going to take it, he didn’t want it. If he had intentions to take it, this stallion before him wouldn’t have even known he was here until his land was already taken.

“They call me Fear,” The equine replied in a cool voice, no other real emotion filling it. He didn’t give away anything else in the way he stood or spoke, he would not be as readable as the one standing before him. He found that to be a weakness, to let others know exactly how you felt. There was no surprise in it, and surprise was what always got them.

He briefly glanced at the mare, she had a dark aura around her as well. It seemed like he had wandered on his own kind. Dark and devious horses, maybe she would like the blood the stallion shed for her then. He almost chuckled once more, this was why he stayed by himself. He didn’t play well with others, even when he tried his very hardest. But this little meeting, and the angry personality of the angry stallion, was amusing to him.

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

"Fear?"
Mayhem chuckled deeply at the
unfamiliar stag. His body relaxed
slightly, not seeing this 'Fear' as
a threat, but more of a sight for
amusement. The stag was slickly
unreadable, which didn't bother
Mayhem, but pressed him on
to play some games.

"Such an imperil name."

"Did your mommy give you
that name?"

He spoke with sarcasm, a twinkle
in his eye. Snorting, he continued,
quickly turning on his hindquarters
and away from the stag, towards
the freshwater. The blood from his
flesh had now started to crust around
his lips and neck.

"So what, you just decided to take
a leisurely walk and ended up here,
Mister 'Fear'?"

WORDS; 110 TAGS; FEAR --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

Fear shook his head, he would not slip so easily into this stallion’s patronizing ways. He was not that immature. He could just as quickly fire his own back instead of succumbing to the anger he was sure this stallion wanted him too.

“No, my mother cast me aside when I was baby. It’s was earned more through…reputation,” He muttered in a cool tone, a slight icy edge hinting on it when he mentioned his mother. That pathetic excuse of an equine. The black stallion refused to give too much away to this unknown horse, instead deciding to keep him guessing. Just enough to make the other feel comfortable Fear wasn’t up to anything.

“I’ve been walking for five years, this is where my hooves have led me. So yes, I guess I did just ‘end up here’,” He said, his tone once again back to the refined and cool voice he had possessed in the conversation earlier.

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem threw his head down into the
fresh water, feeling the cold water hit
his teeth and wash away the blood,
leaving traces of red in the spring. He
decided to just let his flesh bleed and
keep the blood running down his leg.
He liked the look of it anyways.

Horrifying memories flooded Mayhem's
thick skull as the other stag mentioned
being 'cast away' as a baby. He
envisioned weakened legs, struggling
to survive in the forest, camouflaging
himself within the trees to stay
unnoticed. For a second, he was lost
in thought and memories of his past.
Mayhem shook his head to clear of
his thoughts, turning his head and
listening to the stag once more.

"Well it seems we have something
in common then, Fear."

He said in a dark, grave voice, his
eyes staring blankly at the brute,
almost as if sharing the pain of their
upbringing together. A smirk appeared
as he pulled himself back together, a
couple crinkles appearing by his eyes
from a genuine, forced smile.

Mayhem bent his head down, pulling
the dark, green grass into his teeth
and gnawing on it mindlessly. He
hadn't really thought about his
past until now. It always haunted
him, so it was always pushed to the
back of his thick skull.

"So, what are you searching for,
then?"

WORDS; 223 TAGS; FEAR --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

The black stallion studier the other, icy blue eyes careful and watchful. He was by no means worried about him, but he liked to be careful. Fear was not here to start a fight, he was here for some amusing fun. And this had turned a little from what he had first expected. One could never be too careful though.

“Hmm…I feel like it is probably the only thing that we have in common,” He said simply in an icy voice. It was repulsing to think that a common factor was shared between the two, because there simply wasn’t anyone else like him. He was unique, different than all others.

His blue orbs were transfixed on the stallion when he zoned out, more than likely digging up thoughts no one wanted to know. In this moment he was vulnerable and open, he could easily be attacked and taken down. A terrible mistake, especially when he had an unknown stallion standing right next to him who he knew nothing about.

“Who said I was searching for anything? Can one not simply walk? I enjoy walking, traveling. I stop when I find something I like, but there is nothing I am truly searching for,” he answered while glancing around, though he always kept him in his peripherals.

Just walking, that’s all he was doing. No agenda, no real place to be. If that final place was found, then he would stay. But until then the walking would continue. There was no real search for that final place, if he never found it he would still be content, but he was not against it either.

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem chuckled at the stag's comment.
He knew that every Dark was had different
quirks, different pasts, and different blood-
tasting passions. A smirk appeared on
Mayhem's black lips at the stag's anger in
his voice in his response to Mayhem's
question.

"Hasty Fear, just a simple innocent
question."

By this point the sun was setting, leaving
the sky to darken, covering the trees and
forest with shadows of the night. Mayhem
turned, slowly walking towards one of the
small caves in the mountain.

"Well if there's nothing you're truly
searching for here, you can leave.
Otherwise, if you're done 'simply walking',
you can stay in one of the caves if you'd
like."

A yawn escaped Mayhem's voice,
exhausted from the day, and tired out
from all of the seemingly meaningless
chatter. True, he was letting a strange stag
stay on his land if he wanted, but at this
point he didn't really care. Even though
he didn't see Fear as a threat, Mayhem
laid down, facing the opening of the cave,
just in case of an attack of any intruder.
He knew he left the other stag very
quickly and left him hanging, but he
was truly exhausted and ready for
a needed night's rest.

WORDS; 206 TAGS; FEAR --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

she was like a time bomb

set into motion and destined to explode.

Having been watching the blood seeping down Mahem's side with sick fascination, she hadn't noticed the opposing stallion approaching whatsoever. It was mesmerizing to her to watch his dark pelt catch the syrupy red, and she was lost in her eyesight for longer than she could remember at all.Only when Mahem let the water carry the blood off of him did she awaken. Ariado let out a silent huff of indignation, her own voice bringing her fully out of stupor. Her head lulled mindlessly from side to side, hearing the male voices but not quite listening to the words spoken. With her only restless eye, she watched the new stallion blankly through the strands of her own forelock. She almost hoped there would be a fight, let down when the two stallions continued their conversation, contrary to what she had hoped. His name was Fear, she recalled from somewhere and no where in particular. 

Fear. noun; emotion induced by a perceived threat which causes entities to quickly pull away or hide. 

Ari snorted to herself at the relation, figuring maybe he scared lights, since he was putting off no such vibe to her. Often though, she missed entire conversations, so it wasn't unlikely she was carelessly missing the atmosphere.

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-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem almost totally forgot that the mare
was still here. He was so absentmindedly
focused on the stallion in front on him
that he had forgotten about her presence,
which was surprising because of her
lingering scent. He lifted from the cold
ground, stopping in front of her once
again with a smirk.

"I had forgotten you were even here,
Ari. My apologies."

He stated, bowing his head, the smirk
still pulling at his lips.

"Now then. It is getting dark, and
you know the monsters come out at this
time,"

He laughed before continuing on.

"so you might as well stay. Unless,
that is, you find my charm too much to
handle for you."

His words were full of sarcasm in regard
to Fear's first words. The bite of his
own flesh was not an act of flirting, but
a game to see if she was indeed, dark,
and by her reaction and her still being
here, he could definitely confirm his
accusation.

WORDS; 164 TAGS; ARI, FEAR --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

she was like a time bomb

set into motion and destined to explode.

Ari hung on Mayhem's every word, something that she hadn't been able to do in a long time. That was, keeping her mind occupied. His sarcastic drawl was far from charming in her eye, though. She was so mesmerized by the taunting in his tone rather than the promising lure of "flirtation," a concept she was far from familiar with. If anyone could charm her though, she supposed Mayhem was more likely than the majority, with promises of blood and a land of torture. She absently tipped her head unnaturally far to her right, her dark forelock falling away from her empty eye. The look of it alone was unnerving, she found with other horses. Ari was rather proud of it though, and preferred to showcase it, even if she didn't quite remember who had taken her eye in the first place.


"I suppose some find it overwhelming, is that it?"

Ari let out a pent up breath, bringing her neck to straighten out properly. She appeared to be trying desperately hard to keep it still though. With the world set right side up and her mind holding onto reality with purpose, she was able to take in the opposing stallion in full. He was handsome, she supposed. Tall and dark and everything Envious should be, after all. She almost smiled, looking back to Mayhem.


"I'd hate to impose on you, and you seem to have made so much company as of late...why on earth ought I to stay?"


Ari drawled in coherent sentences, not losing her mind to subconsciousness. It had been long since she'd had a conversation of importance, but in the context of this her language was so drastically formal. It was contradictive.

 

words: 286 � tagged: Mahem/Fear � notes: N/A

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