Drafted along the prospects of azure waters that swept gaily to my hocks, hollows flared in an almost ginger manner, extricating the oxygen in exchange for a fresh supply. Soft hums of my own accord from my throttling larynx were succumbed to rhythamticism coerced with my fluent motions, surmising the hock to the knee to the shoulder and such. I had just landed myself in this dreadful place, and had every intention of heading straight to lands of...my tastes, and yet why not stay and meet the locals, knock a few heads and such? A deft sneer was displayed atop my countenance, and I never bothered to hide it in the presence of others; what was the point? It was common knowledge - to myself and those I knew, anyways - that I considered myself subtly superb to most others, except a very few number whom astounded me with their brilliance. Ephermal brow escalated atop my beautifully carved zenith, carrying the distinct arch of the sturdy and agile arabian though my brawny, stable silhouette proved that of the heavy influence of the gallant friesian who's strong blood flowed through my veins, giving me a highly distinguished appearance. At first glance one could spy the many scars lacing the fleshy exterior of my hide, concerning the many battles I had conceited myself into. I held the prospect with much pride, for most battles I came out victorious - but I was no fool - none can win every spite they find themselves in. I had lost my fair share. To excern myself from wandering eyes I made sure I gave the distinct aura of a malevolent paramoure, one who did not enjoy company and had many a whim to slaughter something that ran itself along my path. A wry smirk decorated my facade, soft expulsions of breath exiting me as dawn began to settle itself into the horizon, painting it with shrill blues and violent magentas, ochres and violets and pallids decorating the canvas that was the sky. The light came spilling over the peaks, far away in the distance and cast over my bodice with an enlightened achromatic hue, giving my physique a slightly amber hue instead of the usual atramentous. Lengthening my lethargic strides, impressions in the side of my skull gave a slight flinch as pests settled in their crevices, my limbs giving a sullen jolt as the chilled liquid touched my skin. The sand was littered with the junk carried from the seabed; bits of jagged glass and soggy seaweed, competing with the stranded creatures, mostly starfish, occasionally a seahorse or two. It gave me amusement to see these idiotic invertebrates bushwhacking themselves.

As the dawn filtered through the azure waves of the crested beach the lone femme dozed solemnly in the shade of a willow tree. Crested at the top of a meager looking hill, the sun rose before her in the distance by the sea and her lids fluttered open to reveal dazzling amber pools. Narrowed to the way that the sun arose, her auds flickered to catch her surroundings, once so unaware, meant the world. Finding no danger meant to harm her, she placed two apendages for her, both flints digging into the sand, leaving craters behind them as she swung to her lithe pillars. Dappled golden hue captured the rays of the setting sun that mirrored it's way from the waves. She shooked her pelt to free the lose sand vehemnantly from her pelt, her flaxed banners shoken awry from their usual silken manner. Stepping away from the solitude of the willow, she slid half ways down the glistening hilltop, turned her hindquarters sideways halfway down to catch her bold form as it reached the bottom. Flashing her oculars to the wrath of the dawn, the darkness became her, no light should ever brighten the path of her life. Rationally apparent to her heritage and lineage of the Appaloosa, once, they had been the dawn to the new day, beginners of the life of many and the courage.

Before the perfect time when her pools would open and the light would flood through them, the darkness would stand and nothing would ever be apparent. Fathomely, she knew nothing of the glory of sight. The minx had survived on the power of hearing, smell, taste, and touch. Yet she was missing the key point to life. For the curse had been burdened upon her, why it was to be her, she would never know, but the lyrics were clear and they would always stand thus. Blind in the sight, but nay in the heart, To find the light, may they never depart. For her to counsel the burden of sight, her life must have to been conluded, with finding the compassion that her years of blindness had strung away. Leaving her heartless and weary, unfahtomable and hot tempered. Yet the one day her harks had carried her, to the saught out capture place of the Shadowed Claiming her life had been forever changed. Had she ever thought that when she went there, days later her life would be complete? She had gone there to find refuge, to be at a place where someone mgith have watched over her, protected her from the darkness within that would soon destroy her. When she found Colton, heir to Thunder the Lord of Darks, and a loner with a fiersome vengence for hate. The vixen's understandment of his hate and not handsomness had inflicted his understandment of her. The connection had been filled, and her sight restored.

Tacklessly, the land of which she was brought to was failing. The strong Lordess Star Shadow had fallen, fallen from the heart of those surrounding her as her death asailed her. Meaning soon that Thunder would give the throne to Colton, and she would be the Lordess. At the time, this meant little to her. New to the lands as she had been it was of little to ono importance. How could she, blind and dying become Lordess. The answer had followed as the feelings had arisen from Colton to her, and she to the brute that had captured her soul. For then the curse had lifted, and her orbs opened for the first time in her life, it had been this time that she had understood the meaning of seeing the light.

The wench stepped into the waves of the ocean, the azure wetness assailing her limbs to her chest as she sank into the warmth and coolness of the water. Droplets flecked onto her brilliant spotted hue. Just before her pistons were to leave the safety of the sand beneath the water, she leaped backwards crashing into the waves and plodding up the bank to where her pelt dripped and the sun beat down on it, drying it slowly. She shook violently to get the remaing bits off and as she stopped, her tassels fell back into place and it looked as though nothing had occured. At this moment her hues spotted another minx. Narrowing her optics slightly she found her to be not a threat and relaxed, for her muscles had tensed and her senses had harkened to attention. But she dropped her tense stature, yet kept her tiara high, gazing away from the wench she looked to the sun, now fully rising above the horizon. She stepped forth, delecately placing her flints silently upon the sand, walking slowly forward, paying no attention to the surroundings. As they meant nothing of course, or did they? Was it helpful to ally with another, when the fate of your alliance counted on your inner strength and breath to belong? Perhaps, only time could tell.

An expursion and splash caught my senses as a sort of surprise - I suppose I had been so vague as to not notice another which intruded upon my peace. Ha, tread carefully, little appaloosa, for whether or not you are to become 'lordess of the lands', I would not heistate to start a battle to the death. Have your pathetic little t.itle, but what would it hasten if I carried your life in my clutches? The sad factor was - the dark side was beginning to be reformed with pathetic damsels and stallions who considered them something they were not. But no, darks did not feel, we did not have our hearts stolen, by anyone, and the divine right to call ourselves dark, meant that we never let down our guard, because if someone wasn't attacking us, then usually we would be attacking them. No, we were meant as teasers to the stallions, life coaches to the tykes and then banish them from our sight. No loving relationships, just blood-thirsty menaces. A sneer shoved my sweet scoffing appearance from view, taking its rightful place along my visage. My blood boiled. You hold your head high while you can, my dear, just be wise enough not to upset me, the mighty Zyra has many a corpse to add to her collection, have you not heard of me? These thoughts ran through my mindframe, my fuliginous occuli observing her with nothing less than pure spite. This, mingled along with malevolence, was not a delightful package to withhold, especially not when it was directed at you, definitely not. Oh, but I loathed her, with the extremity that I had with anyone, just the way she carried herself, as if she was the highest, mightiest, b i t c h i e s t harlot in the entire world. Sorry, hunny, that would be me. And I was determined, fervently determined, to show her this.

A picot was conceited, the abhorrence lingering in my chest growing ever stronger, ever deeper than before. As my burly yet somehow sleek configuration neared the fatale, my nares dilated, billowing in blind fury, my zenith dipping in feigned respect. I doubted I would ever respect her, nor show her anything true that had any positive value. I highly, oh, so highly, doubted it.

Salutations, stranger. Or do you have a name I can refer to instead? Of course, I am perfectly fine with something such as 'whelp' or 'luce' or even 'imposter'. Or do you prefer something else?

Riveting in malevolence, I gave a wicked grin, seething in my devious nature. The flurred waves of the ocean seethed upon my limbs yet again, hording to the cooled nature of the water sloshing around my ankles. Oh, her little loverboy, how sweet. What a laugh - I did not wish to know of her romance, or how they 'understood' eachother. And she understood his hatred, what, because she couldn't 'see' or some crap? I wouldn't have been able to understand this, even if she had spoken it or tried to explain. I had no feelings, none except negative feeling, anyway. If he really possessed such hatred as a dark king should, he wouldn't have, as she claimed, 'loved' her so much. Oh, what a pity. What a frivelous, simple alignment the dark side was beginning to fortake. I so wished to save my race, save it from the expulsion it obviously faced, but at the moment, I was helpless on the matter. But oh, so soon, I would concern myself with the matter, if I had to track down every single being who falsely claimed themselves to be dark and banish them to their true race, I would fix this, eventually, before or beautiful hatred was simply wasted on these, these, oh, these 'wannabes'. Whatever you wanted to call them, they were not darks. Ah, but I am getting off track. Shifting my feminine anatomy ever so slightly, my nasals widened as I continued to stare the matron down.

Oh yes, your slaughtering words penetrate my actions, pathetic, you think you can waste my dignity on your thoughts of how much a "bytch" I am? I could laugh scornfully at you, at how vein your attempts are to get at me. Be arrogant, be vicious to me I care not for you or your verment tauntings. If you want that I'll give it to you, there is no way I shall be broken. You say you want to save your race, fine, do that, we'll only see how long you last. Your race is not dying, only fools think it is. Relationships are nothing? Oh how foolish you are my dear, only fools think themselves strong enough to stand alone, only the most arrogant idiot would think themselves strong enough to withstand te burden of "saving our race." Our race needs not to be saved, darks fend for themselves, and if you are the mightest bytch as you call yourself, think again, I'm still here and by my choice, you won't last long. You can stare me down all you like whore, keep trying, I'll laugh when you fall beneath the even the lowest of Sacreds. Keep trying, I love to see another fail. It is simply the joy of being d.amned to the hell of life that your fate does not matter. Oh but I shall not fight with you bytch, you arn't worth my time, the war is approaching, my strength is needed to progress it, and so is yours. Be arrogant to what you like, I know where I stand, marbe it's time you drropped your act of being high and mighty to me, we shall see how long you last on the battlefield.

I let the witch stare into my pools, amused at her apprent need to be above all. Yet I glared back to her, looking no farther than the pitiless and pathetic eyes that glinted back at me. As she sneered at me I rolled my optics, blatent stupidity. Yes I was a stranger to her, and she to I, did I care for her to know me? No, did I care for her calling? No more than a Sacreds life. I gave her only the faintest of nods to her dip of her dial, it was nothing on respect, I was not needed to be a genius to see that she did not respect me. So? As if I truly care or want her respect, who'd want the respect of the lowest creature? Surely only those that were exactly like her.

"I find that those that don't even want a name are pathetic enough to ask for one. Come now, don't be more of a fool than you already are."

The wretches wicked grin was sad, truly sad. A wicked grin? More of a sign of needing help. I don't want to know of how bad you are, or how high and mighty you think yourself are to me. Stop pretending as though you are righteous, we both know who you truly are. Yes she hated me, I could laugh with a vengence at that. Hate me all you want, as if I care, you mean nothing more of what your thoughts are. If your to be so much better than I, why don't you leave and stop being the bytch that wants to be so much better than everybody else, when you are no better than I.

ooc- I noticed by the different style of how you RP than me, that's it's easier for me to post in 1st person. Just thought I'd let you know so you didn't think I was copying you. ^^

OOC- DARN, DARN, DARN, DARN, DARN!!!!!! I knew I would do something like this....Phooey -_-. I just made this rockin' new charrie, not sure why I did it but I only have like.. -counts- 9 right now, this one making it ten -YAY- Now I want somewhere to post with him......-blah-

o.o.c.] o.O [shrugs] rp him with Zyr. Is he a dark? She's a /bit/ nicer with boys, she has an alarming dislike for females.