A WaLk To NeVeR FoRgEt [Cayenne]

[barrel]

Early morning fog rolled in off of the waves currents, gliding up upon shore and taking over the coast line ever so silently. The mist consumed the shoreline and within a few seconds it held everything in its grasp, including the handsome stallion. Motionless in his stance and posture much like that of a statue, gaze seemed to be endless as it was swept away with the tides. The morning was an odd one, for a desolate and eerie feel had welcomed the atmosphere around it. Though this fellow did not budge or alter himself in any manner as he stood before the crawling waves that ripped at the sands beneath his grand hooves. Eardrums listened very closely to the sounds created in this early morning glow, as well as the thick fog that seemed quite pleased to stay longer than wished. The predator was certainly thrilled for this thick atmospheric blanket, for it added just a bit of cover that was unlike any other. Opposing eyes shifted with a deep inhalation that was taken, one to receive the life source while the other was to understand what else lurked here.

Doctor was usually never one to fear, you see he was quite assured that in almost any situation nothing was quite as a dangerous as his own self. Smirking at the thoughts that were being pondered through his mind, as the creature secretly hoped for a prey that would be well worth a hunt. This stallion was certainly a man who enjoyed a challenge or the drive of the hunt. Indeed, and with the new claiming of the land this being's future would need followers. Ah, though unlike most darker beings who may fear that no creature would follow them due to their exterior Doctor was certain he could lure any equine he so wished into his lands. Doctor was not arrogant no, let us say more so self-assured. A great understanding of his abilities had been noted and kept put away for some time, for this stallion was no fool and would never allow himself to ever be seen as anything less. The cool dew of the fog dampened his ivory coat slightly, as the Medicine Hat coloring was caressed by the brisk vapor that slithered around his framework. Delighted truly this equine was a patient being, for one had to be if one ever wanted to receive anything with worth to come into his life.

Equines for his herd would be strong, mentally or physically but more so directed toward brains. Doctor was in fact grateful for his mammoth size though brawn would always be second to brains in this stallion's life, it was truth and survival one needed one of the two to survive. Doctor would also find equines worthy enough to live, and handle not only his reign but also his lands. The peak of the mountains was usually not a place where many called home, yet he was optimistic in the sense that he believed the danger would beckon all the members that he would need. A slight tilt of his skull was emitted, for the rest of his structure still had remained motionless the entire time. Muscles slightly tensing and then relaxed to show a calm and collected aura about himself, yet a deadly feel lingered in the air. Waiting ever so patiently for another to welcome itself to the beach at such an early time, though interested and curious to see what type of equine other than himself would be lured out into this fog just as he was.

Word Count: 597.

[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=040E03] ..:Who The Hell Are YOU To Tell ME What To Do?:.. The sweet salty smell of the near by ocean assaulted the small mare, changing her course of wander. Every movement about her just screamed a warning. Was there a time when you couldn't see the whites of her dark orbs? Standing at a mere fourteen hands she didn't look like much. That was the fun in it, though. Everything she ran across underestimated her strength until it was far too late. Her dark silvery black pelt was blotted with blood in places, not all belonging to the bearer. A soft snort emitted from velvet kissers as her daggers sunk into the soft golden sand below. Not a trace of another equine lingered on the wind this early in the morning. And with good reason, a strange fog seemed to linger about the cascading waves. The lack of visibility made her feel safe, oddly enough. With a gentle grace rarely seen her muscles moved into a trot. Flaxen threads tossed out behind her like a banner. For once she had the time to revel in the feel of her muscles tightening and loosening, gradually warming as they propelled her further along the beach. Her mind was in a dream like state by the time a large body frame clouded her vision. It smelled of stallion, yes that lovely musky scent was unmistakable. But she knew better. The stallion wasn't really there, she was all alone on this beach. Yet it was slightly off that the stud was colored a striking ivory, instead of the charcoal black that usually sneered at her from safety. The mare decided she would run this vision off just like she did with the others. A very, un-lady like scream emitted from her as tense muscles hurled her frame into a mad gallop. Harks pinned and ivories bared Cay was determined. At the last minute her orbs caught movement. The ivory stallion twitched ever so slightly, just enough to jerk her out of her own mind. Quickly she flung her head into the air with a squeal, stopping just short of the beast and whirling around, haunches almost hitting the ground as her forelegs lashed out. The fae was still a good few feet from him so he was in no real harm from her daggers, yet. Ears still pinned and orbs rolling she stood covered in sweat for once unsure of what to do, his coloring completely throwing her off balance. Who was this ghost stallion? Why was he in her path? Word Count: 416

[barrel]

It had been quite some time for the passing minutes seemed endless, as the stallion stood like a statue within the thick fog. Doctor had found no need to move, nor prowl for his next encounter, no the creature would wait patiently for one to fall right into his lap. At first the mare had been noted slowly, the scent of her perfume wafting through the difficult atmosphere. This was certainly delightful for this fellow and was quite pleased that the beauty was coming in his direction. Quite anxious within of course to see how this dove would be crafted, though all composure was held while he continued to stand along the shoreline. The early morning had just begun and therefore this fog would not dare leave for some time, possibly if it became a day of dreary the fog may over stay its welcome. A scream ripped throughout the lands of the beach, it was rebellious and quite angered indeed for a lady. To many others they may have pressed their ears to their skulls attempting to rid their thoughts of the awful noise, though to this darkened soul it was a melody.

Eardrums though also alerted to something a bit more intense, hooves had begun to thunder their way toward his framework. They were softened by the moistened sand but still audible, yet sight was far from allowing any being to see anything. Within seconds the mare was directly almost on top of the mammoth, slamming to an extreme halt. While hooves danced in the air, sand flurried around the two and another song had emitted from her vocals. This was not a normal approach, a surprise truly that a mare of her structure would even dare to come barreling at a creature so violently. Doctor gave a wicked grin, that within a moment's time a chuckle followed suit. It was dark, and thick with baritones that seemed to be ever so charming yet deadly. Doctor could only have guessed that either this mare was the definition of bold, or possibly she found him to be illusive and surreal? Ah, well that would certainly explain the manner in which she proceeded to take down the illusion that fogged her mind. Though what ever the reason Doctor was still very pleased with the arrival of this quite feisty mare, ah the one's with fire always did interest him.

The mare still stood with a very guarded posture, and features truly spoke that if anything dared get nearer they may be in for something a little more torturing. Finally the handsome creature shifted his goliath size, allowing his defined skull and body to now face the beauty. One rust, one blue eye gazed at the creature and very much enjoying the new scenery set before him. Now words escaped those pinned jaws, and this came as to no surprise for it seemed the equine had found herself something quite unreal or so in her mind that is. A lovely grin spread across his features and words flowed from his lips like sweet honey laced in a thunderous voice. "Surprise...ah things are not always as they seem." Baritones rolling from his tongue, as venom lathered each and every word he spoke. Though his charm masked quite a lot of his sinister speech, it could only do so much and therefore ended in quite the interesting presentation. "A fire burns deep within your soul, I quite admire the feisty women for they have a backbone." His words were glamorizing in the manner in which they left his lips, taunting and luring one in like a moth to a flame.

Word Count: 608.