ventures beyond {open}

[Nevvy]

Seagulls circled the sea, landing for a hot second in the sand before swooping right back up to soar the skies. Fluffy white clouds swam across the turquoise sky. Waves lapped across the shore, taking with it the pure white sand and leaving a trail of seaweed. The trees whistled a symphonic tune, cooling the temperature a little bit from the scorching orange ball overhead.

Daggers stepped daintily through the forest, ears twirling, always alert. Muscles were bunched together as her teeth ground together, always a little apprehensive when going through here by herself. She knew there were a few cats living among these trunks and branches and foliage. One misstep, and she could kiss her sweet ass goodbye. Finally seeing the light at the end of the metaphoric tunnel, she picked up her pace, her banner and tassels bouncing upon her ebony and cream skin. Amber orbs swiftly scanned the beach, and found it alone, and she took a few steps out. Artemis loved this place. It was not better than her own home, but she could not be a hermit. The fae wanted to call out, really wanting some company today. It was so long since she had a conversation with another, and she found talking to herself only succeeded in answering and agreeing with herself. She wasn't crazy, she just had psychotic episodes.

Heart pounding, sending her blood through her veins, her legs glided her swiftly into the waves, feeling the frigid water against her chest. Going out farther, her tail floated across the water and stuck against her skin. Finally, she turned around and went back onto the bank, leaving a trail as to where she was going. Finally picking some shade by the trees, she put up one hoof and let out a sigh, muscles finally relaxing. Eyelids drooped just so as she breathed deeply, going into a little slumber.

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[†ReVeLaTiOnS†]

F E A R

The sound of ripped muscles slid against one another, shattered bone once whole where no splintered at the ends, stabbing the torn flesh that surrounded it as the motionless form they belong to jerked violently. The body becoming a paint brush as it useless blood painted the near surrounding woods a new shade of crimson. Unnatural enamels ground together as the flesh was devoured, the limp equine orbs rolled white, auds began twitching violently as the chestnut wench started to come to, the weak bitch had passed out from the agonizing pain she received from the unique painted creature eating her alive. Her gore gushed out of open veins, running over his extended nostrils like a dam waterfall; breath snorted through his nares, bubbles popping in the thick blood, his laugh echoed within their love shack, a cave not to far off the path, yet so far from any that could here her pathetic screams. Large dagger was placed on her wide foal bearing hips, applying his weight ever so slightly until the bone within her flesh cracked. FEAR danced upon his tip toes at the pure pleasure in the sound, as the fire red bitch clenched her teethe, nothing but a squeak was all she could muster. Her voice echoed to him, but he didn't really hear her, nothing but the usual; pale green orbs jerked into her direction as he mouth moved quickly, her eyes filled with tears and hot anger. His crown moved closer to hers, his voice a soft whipser repeating her lines before she could even get them out herself. "Please stop, please please. Oh god, you fucking bastard. Why?! Let me go, please oh God let me live." His tones rumbled, blood spitting out of his jaws, sending small cherry drops along her already sweat dampened facade. As the single word God left her lips he smiled wickedly. Taking a step back, blood dripping from his chin and running along his chest, he sucked in a piece of flesh hanging from the corner of his maw; serpentine pulled backward as his his orbs looked up into the clouds of the heavens. A sideways smile plastered itself neatly before looking back to the the fallen femme. "Yes you pray." Another step back was taken, and he stood looking tired and bored. "Louder. Louder! I said fucking Louder you damn cunt!!" Her voice started to rise, echoing through the cave he had placed them in. Suddenly he wrenched backward, as if an unseen force was causing him pain. "No, you lord has come to save you." Then suddenly his voice turned comedic as a hysterical laugh exited his throat, blood curdling within his pipe. "I have grown tired of your voice now." With a swift kick of a frontal iron her jaw snapped hanging loosely, and muffled sound coming from her as her eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down her face. Pressing his copper roaned cranium next to her's he set a simple kiss her on her cheek before wrapping his jaws around her own and pulling harshly; a sickening snap and the blood gushed from the now fresh wound. Her blood lose was significant and now had come the time that her life would drain from her.

He towered above her, watching as his work was complete. Bending down his jagged teeth applied pressure down by her shoulder; in a surgical emphasis he cut her delicate skin like better, pulling gently so that it released itself from her muscle tissue; placing it upon a high branch he walked straight into her skin, wearing it as his own. The sticky hot glue clung to him as his own, orbs scanned the terrain now that he was done with that fun. Her life had ended and there was no challenge left; the wench had been a bit tainted for his taste, and now the hunger for the innocent almost over whelmed him. A deep inhale calmed him for two reason; one, it let the oxygen his brain and blood needed to steady him; and for two, the air had the smell of a toy he now had his bright orbs set upon.

Still wearing the stolen hide his brushed the the undergrowth; branches clawing at him as if jealously trying to capture his essence. The crows held their ground within the highest reaches of the trees, their calls of goodnights silenced just by his presence; the white sand crunching underneath his blood messed daggers, leaving a trail of sin and murder within his wake. Pollen collected along his back, clinging to the longer hairs along his coat, if the world around him wanted to hide him from view of this lone mare that would soon become a his to play with. His mood was no longer on edge, and for thisdim dove his intentions where much different. He had no need of hearing her beg, nor her screams (at least for the moment), no he wished to hear her voice sing to him. Sing to him in the middle of the night as he tried to fall asleep, perhaps his sword would like a good coating of her juices as well.

Large monstrous beast halted, letting his large skull rise in the heated air, his tongue protruding from his stained maw tasting it, nares flared taking in her delicious scent. Just as his orbs opened, yet again revealing to him the vibrant spring world of purity, she came across him. Breathe slowed as he watched her walking along as if unconnected to this life, her guard was down and it would be easy enough; but FEAR craved challenge. Pelt shifted, back irons redirecting themselves so as to cross paths with the alienated vixen. With a simple toss of his magnificent head the blood smeared mask he wore was tossed to the side, landing at the base of a leafless unknown species of tree.

Moving silently his form pulled in behind her, footsteps cupping within her own on the sandy shore. He watched her a great distance without being noticed; watched as her hips swayed from side to side, another bitch with large hips, big enough to pass on the future with no problem. A silent smirk set on his lips at the thought of his spawn lingering in her womb, never to be birthed into this world. Orbs rolled along her spine, nice and long, it would become a nice dainty thing to sport around his neck, listen to the bones click as he moved around the lands; let the flesh still cling to them with a bit of tendon. He could present them along his walls, a nice long necklace of pearls. Her skull was well defined and feminine another mantle piece for his hole in the wall, just maybe. "And where are we going dove? Just wondering or are you gonna take me home?" His shoulders shrugged as he pulled closer to her, his breathe radiating death. "But perhaps we should have a date first?" Dried crimson cracked as he tugged at her tresses, emphasizing the notion wasn't a request. The lands where new, yet he had a feeling she would not be coming with him this day.

[Nevvy]

Within her dreams she saw herself as the little flicka that she had been. Not that she was any docile creature. Ever. Those damn colts always thought they were better. A couple scars were given because of their wrong thinking. She made herself beat the boys, show them who really was boss in their life. She definitely was not their mama. She was not going to baby them. Ahh, all the adventures they had gone on. All the times they got into trouble and she put on her innocent face with big eyes and said ‘They made me do it.’ Unfortunately the parents never believed her…

All of a sudden she was jarred away. Ears flickered behind her as she tried to catch the sound that had awoke her from her peaceful sleep. Dammit could she ever get sleep? If it was just a damn bird she was going to find a way to kill them all. Thought they were so beautiful so talented, Oh look at me I can fly, I can sing. Guess what, nobody cares.

A stench made her stomach roll, and her whole body tensed, a wall of stone as her eyes stayed fixed upon a point, incisors grinding together again. The stench clung to him like maggots to decay. She tried not to retch, and succeeded. His voice washed over her like the vile specimen that he was. Just standing next to him was making her want to stay in the sea. She’d never be able to get the fumes off of her. It might have been a beautiful day, but acid rain had just started to fall on her.

Now, now, behave. Artemis said flippantly, her voice frigid as she only let one amber orb roll over him, taking in his appearance with distaste. The crimson boasted of a battle won. She did not even want to think about the poor creature who lost. She had felt the little tug but felt that action did not even deserve a backlash. Yet. A chill swept down her spine. Who knew such a first impression could be such a disgusting one. Didn’t he understand about looking good to make good impressions? Some would never understand. But then again, we do have that certain…chemistry, don’t we? I’m a pretty little princess and you’re the nasty little maggot. Match made in heaven. Nostrils flared a little as she brought her neck up higher, tail slapping the back of her legs. She willed herself to stand there, to watch this Cretan.

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