The grasses waved in the breeze, making a crinkling noise. These blades of grass were tall, yellow, and dead. It was lifeless and hiding places for the many small things. A sun mingled over head with its bright rays making the white cirrus clouds seem fluffy and happy. These clouds were not happy because they held no rain, they brought upon the land a drought.

Trees scattered around the dusty brown ground that was cracked and dead as the ground. Their thin, spindly trunks twisted and turned as they held aloft branches that bore no leaves not even a single bird. In fact, you wouldn't even hear a single bird or even see one for another twenty miles unless it was a buzzard. Though, it was a place was home to snakes, mice, lizards, and other ground dwelling creatures. For the sun above was too scorching hot for anyone else except maybe for the buzzard; they were unlikely too for there was never any carcasses, only bones.

If this seemed to be a good enough description for you, then you are a very unsatisfied person. A longing for being satisfied was what this equine was all about. The hooves were of a midnight color and contrasted to the tan color of the desert floor. The long tresses that hung down to her hocks were as tangled as a thorn bush. Even her mane was tangled and unkempt, pieces of dirt shying from it. If you thought any horse was beautiful in the wild with a silky coat, you were very imaginative.

Her coat that was a silky smooth ebony when she was first born now was rough and scarred. An exceptionally large gash across her chest gleamed as it was still healing. Her knees were rough from tripping and her side was battered from kicks. Her left shoulder was bitten immensely and her once glittery blue eyes now seemed dull and lifeless. Triangular shaped ears were up and switched back and forth. Each sound in this place was heard by her.

The long slender legs upon her body rippled with built up muscle. The star upon her forehead was covered in a thin layer of dust. Each cheek seemed to be crusted with old blood. Each and every muscle moved back and forth, bending and stretching. Nothing would be different for this beast of a horse. She was a morgan, bay and full blooded. No one wanted to mess with her, but she wanted to mess with them.

Teeth yellowed and sharp showed from curled lips, chapped as the sun. A distaste in this land made her lips curl; though she’d settle with her decision eventually. A very faint scent wafted into her now widened nostrils as she let her body stagger to a stop. She wasn’t the most beautiful mare in all of the lands, but at least she could stand a fight and hold her ground. This description was as much as herself could give you.

Lets see in her perspective:

My body moved from side to side as I glanced around. The ears atop my head tensely folded back as every muscle clenched together. I have a bad feeling in my stomach, clawing at my insides. Though I had never been to any of the lands in Hopeless Hearts. It was a new world to me and I wanted this to be my chance. Every demonic mistress has a second chance and I was earning it now. I wanted to die happily in a pool of blood at my side. I wanted to die a victor.

And before I had come, I had met many horses that I wanted to leave behind. Thus was exactly what I was doing. I had gotten myself to get to these claiming grounds in search. Who wouldn’t want a two-sided personality mare capable of massacring others? Wasn’t that what any male horse wanted as their mate? A lethal mare such as me? I mean, even I wanted myself and wasn’t willing to exactly “share” with others.

So as I stood there looking like my grungy self, I let my head raise up. My curled lips opened up to release a hellish sound. It was a shattering neigh that sounded rusty. Curling my head back down, I had a look of disgust in my eyes. I hadn’t talked much or even came within contact of any one within a few years. I had been isolated with myself and no other in the dark corners of the earth. Finally I had come out of my isolation insanity and decided to come back.

For every flower alive, there’s a tint a of indigo.

Flints clipped the stones beneath, and the sound you would expect to hear from hooves drifted over the wind, filling the air and reverberating off of the cliff walls surrounding the shadowlands. A gray hued bod grew slick with sweat as the sun poured heat mercilessly upon all that dared to move about in her fiery presence. The brute's head was low, neck curved in a powerful arc, showing off the cresty neck that was a trademark of his pure Spanish heritage.

The scent he so desired soon wafted toward him and entered his open nares, now flaring in delight. There was a mare about, and as far as he could tell, he was the only brute within the vicinity.

Proud head was brought a tad higher, legs moved with longer strides, the collected canter transitioning into a stretched gallop. Orbs clung to every movement, and then sighted a=upon a dark figure. The mare.

He approached the mare quietly, ith every grace of the king he was. Deep, mellow tones came floating from his maw. Welcome. I am Santico, King of Deathtrap Riverbed. What, may I ask, is your cursing?

From feet away, I could scent the stealthy brute. His hued bode of Grey came into view soon after I caught his scent. From his gallant steps and hastiness to introduce himself to me, I knew he only wanted one thing. It was foals or more mares; whores. I let my ears tip back as indigo tinted eyes glanced upon the sleek muscled stallion called Santico. Ha, I wasn't going to let this stallion know my real name for now. For all I knew, he didn't want nothing of me except for breeding rights.

"Hello Santico, I am Adelia." The name popped out of my mouth before I could speak any further. Well, I guess from now on I was named Adelia to him. I did not trust anybody and didn't particularly want to speak either, but he asked and I would respond. Letting my tail whip back and forth, I let my gaze fall over his figure. Yes, he looked a bit more up kept then I did, but when I got back into civilization, I would begin to turn myself pretty again. For now, I had no means necessary to impress anyone but myself.

((Lol, poor Santico...He just went through all the untrusting stuff, now he's gotta go through it again xD Ahem...Yeah, ignore me...>.>))

[ooc] It's not his fault though... :D
It's her, I swear. She's just not "comfortable." LOL

NVM.

Sorry, I'm back. Super busy with holiday stuff. Can we pick up where we left off? Or if another stally wants to claim, I'm okay with that as well. I don't want to hog all the mares.

ooc; No, I'd love to pick up from where we left off! :]

The name struck a chord in his mind.
Not a nice sounding one either. Adelia. Rather odd, when he got down to it. Not the most tainted name he had heard. Well, Adelia. What, may I ask, brings you here? Whipcord swayed warily, the suddenness of her remark bothering him, striking him somehow as odd.

She didn't trust him. That much was obvious. He may be young, but all of things to be, he was certainly not stupid. The brute had dealt with oines like this before. They all came to trust him eventually. They didn't have a reason not to. It would only be a matter of time before this one came to trust as well. At least to a point that is.


ooc;; sry, mega short

"Just looking around." I said casually, a small shrug raising on my shoulders. "I don't know what I'm doing, so looking seemed best." My voice was bland, I didn't really know. And I somewhat winced when he said Adelia. It wasn't right and I knew it, I just couldn't help myself. I didn't want to get hurt again and nor did I want to be left. If I did leave and meet with him again, I could always say I never knew a mare of that name. It seemed like a good plan, I knew it was never going to work either. I never had any faith in me, did I?


"And may I ask why you are here?" I was trying to be engaging and was just a tiny bit curious. It did seem like the kind of stallion that owned a lot of mares and such. I liked to believe that no stallion knew any mares when they met me. But this one had sort of a dominant aura about him. Well to me at least it seemed to be that way. That was ok though, I could handle other mares. Stand off to the shadows, not create so much attention. I was good at that.

ooc;
mine too. :]

ooc; Can you please reply? "/

Strange that her looking had left her here, for most journeyed to a more scenic place for gazing. He had no complaints, however.

Santico usually had some infallibly innocent excuse as to why he was lurking in the claiming grounds. At the moment, none came to mind. Looking for company, I suppose. It's what most brutes do, correct? But fate had it that my loneliness and your "looking" landed us at the same place at the right time. I am assuming you are not residing with anyone, currently?

<sub>"Currently, no. No one ever seems to be interest in me. So your timing seems to be just perfect." My tone so laced with boredom, I couldn't help it. I've been standing here to what seems forever and well I wanted out. My tail lashed back and forth as hide of dark bay twitched from the flies. My eyes of tinted brown gaze at the stallion with a certain intensity. An intensity that said "I'm not here for a herd, I'm here for a stallion." It seemed that every stallion I've passed only wanted more herd members and not just a mate. I let out a petty sigh, trying not to show that I only sighed because my hopes had dipped.

Looking down to my hooves, I let my eyes drift up. His own eyes were pretty as I did not blink away from them. I was an innocent mare searching for the right stallion to home me because I was close to insanity. Being alone had done strange things to me, many strange things.
You tell yourself lies.
No, I don't. Do I not tell you to go away?
And every time, I just come back.
Whatever, I'm done with you.[/i]
[i]Wuss. My alternate ego spat at me and I knew she was right. I was a wuss. I could easily say no to this stallion and be like I have to have a guaranteed stallion to go to any land. I knew by his looks that his herd was filled with mares only and they all wanted his attention. I didn't want to fight for anyone's attention, I didn't want to get into a cat fight just because I couldn't get a stallion to look at me. So if he couldn't offer me that, then too bad for him.</sub>



ooc; random rambling.

ooc; Rocka?

((Rocka is going to be online a little less due to school life I think....))

ooc; Ah ok. :\