let the storm BEGIN [claiming]

[Hush]

this is a call to arms
gather, soldiers, time to go to war

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Elegant form etched her way across the lands. Winds blew dust around her, the dried lands holding an almost desolate beauty to them. A jaded body of land, clinging to itself as if mistrusting of the world. Brush dotted the landscape like mines, watching and waiting to be trampled on. A lizard flitted across her hoof, racing off to find a hole to crawl in. All in all, the lands were quite plain, but it wasn't the wasteland of the ranch that she was after... It was the inner bounty it held. The auction house was used by the dead as a means of attaining lifeblood. She was well aware of this, and toyed with the idea of controlling the lands for a while. It would give her the ability to negotiate with the dead deity, Maddeus, to possible exchange mutated foals and discovered dissenters for the immunity of the Pure race from their disgusting habit of stealing the lifeblood of living creatures. It revolted her, what they did, but if it could keep her herds safe there was no need to not find a diplomatic solution. Who better to do it than herself? She was, after all, the Pure deity. If one wanted something done right, then one must do it themselves.

Crimson eyes narrowed as a strong wind picked up her mane and tail, tossing each about in a wild array. She looked dangerously beautiful, the red dirt swirling around her as if conjured from the inner workings of her mystical state in this world. She was an enigma, not only to those of her race but those of the others as well. She was the wild card, and Hush was determined to stay that way by doing something unexpected like striking a deal with Maddeus. It would be diplomatic and, in her opinion, wise. After all, it would be a way to remove the vermin of the gifted and mutated foals from her sight and put them to use. The idea repulsed her, but why not use their disgusting need to her own ends? If it meant the safety of her fellow Pure equine, then so be it. Something had to be done, and quickly, before things got out of hand from the dead. She didn't normally trifle in the matters of her mortal counterparts, but at the same time something had to be done and she was tired of them not taking up the gauntlet and claiming land for their cause. Rather than reprimand them, she simply would go out for herself and conquer.

Hooves clicked against the ground, dry and cracked from extended periods of drought. She snorted, narrowing those blood red pools as she approached the raised platform where auctions would undoubtedly take place in the near future. Had she not been more the kind to keep her emotions inside her, she would have smirked. However, Hush wasn't that way; rarely did she show emotion on her features or in the movements of her voice inflection. She let her actions speak for her. Eyes once more scanned the area, her posture stating that she was no less than a goddess in her own right.

Lifting her head, she watched as heat lightning flashed in the sky. It reflected in her bloody pools, giving her an otherworldly appearance beyond that which she normally commanded. Raising up on her hind hooves, her muscles contracted and writhed beneath her dapple pelt like snakes trying in vain to break free. From her throat, a terrifying call was unleashed to her fellow Pure equine. To claim a land required more than just herself, as pressing as a presence as she was, but she needed two more of her own kind to join in to her claimant for it to be valid. She landed, thick muscled body making a resounding thud as she was grounded once more. She was ready to move; ready to make her own stand against the other vile factions that roamed the same planet that she occupied. She would eradicate them, in time. First, she needed to use them to her own ends. Maddeus would be furious that she commanded the area that he so loved to use to attain lifeblood, but she didn't care. After all, they were two immortals. Any stand-off would be a chess game between those that they ruled, not the two themselves. After all, sometimes in the pursuit of justice, sacrifice had to be made.

here we are at the start, i can feel
the beating of our hearts

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[AEON]

THIS IS HOW THE LUCKY FEEL, HOW THE BLESSED MAN THINKS

The passing of a deity was not something that went unnoticed, especially by those who made it their business to know the happenings of the land. The fact that the Pure deity was traveling to the Cattleskull Ranch was also of some interest, for the Pure had little use for the slaves there--they did not have the abominable need to steal the life of others to pretend at true life and they had little use for the typically-mutated beasts that entered the auction block. While it was true that the occasional Pure horse found itself offered for sale, many agreed that one too weak or foolish to escape slavers was one better left aside. After all, the goals of the Pure left little room for the helpless and idiotic; liabilities such as these were best eliminated from equations, not made allowances for.

It was little surprise, then, that Aeon had found this a distinctly interesting turn of events. It had led her to follow the deity at a distance--unable to see but quite able to inquire as needed as to the deity's whereabouts. Aeon was not the only one to note the deity's presence.

Truth be told, Aeon was not surprised by Hush's decision to take a territory for the Pure. Though Aeon had little interest in taking the reins, as it were, she knew Hush to be something of the opposite. It was a safe assumption to make, given the fact that the mare was as close to a god as any horse could get. Aeon's experience with gods was admittedly small and typically restricted to the realm of myth, but Aeon knew the deity was fallible. Perhaps not physically so, but all legends agreed that the gods were once mortal--and therefore likely still acted on mortal whims and desires, even if they liked to advertise a longer world view.

Aeon paused to regard the entrance to the Cattleskull Ranch, eyeing the broken fencing with disgust, lips curling back into a grimace. This will not go unopposed, she thought irritably, though she doubted it mattered any to Hush. The Dead would interpret this as a statement of intent, possibly even one of agression; but that was what Hush wanted, wasn't it? The problem rose from the fact that Hush and Maddeus could fight for years, decades, and centuries and not tire or die, whereas the Pure could not afford to battle the endless Dead when every fallen Pure meant another added to the ranks of the Dead.

But Hush's move was made, and Aeon had no doubt that the god was unrepentant. What cares a god for mortals, after all? Hush had little to fear from any reprisal, whereas her "flock" had everything to lose. But Aeon was not so foolish as to simply ignore the call of an immortal, either--for it was not outside the realm of possibility for Hush to be aware of her presence, which would mean not answering the call would be akin to flying in the face of a god.

In poor form and quite possibly suicidal.

Finding herself with no other alternative--and somewhat curious as to Hush's grand plan (and also quite certain that she was at least somewhat entitled to know it, given the fact that she was likely one of the pawns)--Aeon ambled forward, smoothing her countenance and fixing a carefully blank look on her face.

Aeon moved slowly into the clearing, her pace carefully controlled: not so fast as to appear eager, for she most certainly was not, but well within the realm of respectful response. She flicked her ears in a mild-mannered greeting, electing to seem the meek fool in this instance rather than the Aeon that knew most everything that happened within the Pure. If nothing else, she wanted to know just how powerful (or well-informed) this Hush was and whether orn ot she could identify those among her herd.

LIKE A DARK NIGHT IN AUTUMN, A BLACK WINTER DAY

tagged? ALL YOU PURE PEOPLE! and anyone else who wants to raise hell, assuming no one else has a problem. ;P
notes? i also took some liberties with aeon's perception of hush, since aeon wouldn't have the benefit of a profile on hush to read. xD
songs? "black winter day" by amorphis; i love that man's voice...

[Dominik]

AND ALL THESE DEMONS

He had heard little about the newly arisen Deity. How she came to be, what her intentions were. Only rumors had reached his ears, rumors of a pale mare named Hush. Who was this wench that thought she could lead a group as strong and noble as the Pure? He had yet to lay eyes on her, and yet already he despised her. If any mortal could become a god, why not him?

Resentment simmered beneath his skin as he stalked over the lands, black and white feet turning up dust beneath him. These lands were forsaken, dry as the bovine bones that were littered across the earth. Angrily he struck at a cattle skull with a forefoot, crushing the nasal passages and eye socket with a resounding crunch. Why in the hell would she choose this, of all places. He knew of the auctions that took place here, of the freaks that gathered to drool over the product. The place would be constantly crawling with the dead, their skinless noses pressed to the dirt to sniff out the lifeblood that they yearned. His lip curled in disgust. It was true that the Pure would be able to control the Auctions, collect the mutated from the lands and drive them here to be sold to their deaths. He had to give the goddess some credit, if those were indeed her intentions.

Dominik had reached the edge of the Ranch now, the tall gateless arch rose up before him. A steer skull stared eyelessly down at him from the top beam. He passed through without hesitation, icy blue gaze scanning the grounds for signs of life. Rusted metal equipment sat decaying near the edges of buildings, relics of the species that had built this place. He eyed the stalls that stood empty and dark in a building to his right. He would pour himself into filling those stalls with the mutated and the damned. Not for this goddess that had called them all here, but for his own righteous views of the Pure.

Shortly he saw them, two light-hued mares at the center of the sprawling grounds. He approached, gaze fixed on the one with red eyes. From her stance and the almost electric aura of power she radiated he could tell she was the deity. The stallion halted a few paces away from her, giving the other Pure mare a nod of acknowledgement before returning his eyes to the goddess. "You are Hush, I presume," he drawled, not bothering to seem particularly excited, "I am Dominik." He left it at that, vaguely curious as to what her temperament and, for that matter, her agenda was. He would serve her for a while if her motives were similar to his, though in his mind he would be restlessly seeking some way to overthrow her.

THEY KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT

[Looking Glass]

Looking Glass


I’ll seek you out,
Flay you alive,
One more word and you won’t survive.
And I’m not scared of your stolen power,
I see right through you any hour...

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.xXx.[/color] Looking Glass was no fool; he knew very well that, indeed, a new diety for his faction had been carefully selected. However, that was about as far as his knowledge of the rather mysterious mare went. He knew not of her intentions or appearance, but rather, just a title in which to call her by; Hush. The rugged brute had chosen to ignore the rumours slithering about the lands in regards to the seemingly ruthless mare, because although he was a rather harsh, judgmental character himself, he refused to make conclusions about one that seemed so powerful. No, Looking Glass was far too wise to trust the words of the strangers that surrounded him, and therefore, once her ear-piercing call unleashed upon the lands around him, the brute didn’t hesitate to head towards the beautifully haunting cry.


The ebony brute moved with a certain power and grace of practice, his actions full with purpose, and yet, his demeanour calm, as he made his way towards the location of the call. His thick frame was no easy one to miss, and at 18.3hh with jagged battle scars etched across his pelt, the male certainly looked like a force to be reckoned with. His face was expressionless, not a hint of curiosity nor wonder bubbling through his highly skilled mask, even as he neared the ranch that seemed to hold the mare awaiting company. The brute believed that emotion was weakness, and thus, refused to show it. And yet, he was a hypocrite, as while he was hiding his own emotion, Looking Glass often dug through other’s, in a mostly successful attempt to decipher them. Was it a bad quality? Perhaps. Did Looking Glass give a flying fuck? Of course not.


The ground beneath the male’s hooves was cracked and dry with the sure signs of drought, though it went mostly unnoticed to the hellion himself, as he made his steady way towards the abandoned ranch. Slight restlessness gnawed at Looking Glass as he neared the man-made structure, for reasons he only believed could be due to his gruesome past. He’d grown to hate the two-legged with a fiery passion, but the brute did his best to shove the annoying, lingering thoughts aside. The monsters that made his life a living hell were surely nowhere to be found, and therefore he could enter on good terms. After all, the stallion wouldn’t want to waltz in about ready to slaughter anyone, now would he? What a first impression that would be.


Blue, crystalline orbs observed the damaged and broken fence surrounding the property as he passed through the entrance gate, paying only a moment’s glance towards the bull skull that hung loosely above his head. His ears flickered from two and fro quickly in attempt to catch any nearby noise, his nostrils flaring and quivering in order to drink in the scents about him. And it was as the brute tossed his skull in a rather violent, warning matter and moved into a collected, powerful trot, that the equines came into view. He was sure to keep his expression flat, and despite the obvious arrogance that wafted from the male, he was sure to keep his ears straight in what seemed to be a rather miserable attempt to be respectful. It was hard not to come across as a threat, when he was staggeringly larger than most of the equines he came across. However, Looking Glass’ gait didn’t falter until he was but a few feet away, in which he halted, the muscles lining his neck, chest, and legs contracting in an attractive manner to cease his body’s movement. The ebony brute’s neck arched resiliently, his tail whipping against his scarred sides, before he snorted, and took a moment to observe the few around him.


Looking Glass was vitally aware of the fact that there was yet another brute here, but only paid him a second’s glance. He was no gentleman around other males, and in fact, held somewhat of a passionate dislike for most of them. Looking Glass saw each and every male he came across as simply a threat, just another opponent, until proven otherwise. His calculating, blue orbs ran over the other brute’s form briefly, before he moved on towards the other two characters here; one which was clearly Hush, and the other, a mare he’d never come across before. Both were rather stunning in their own way, and Looking Glass found himself admiring their lithe frames without reservation. A small smirk tugged at his lips, before the brute fixed his gaze onto the paler-looking mare, with crimson, bloody eyes. His own blue orbs found hers easily and his smirk grew, revelling in the power that radiated from her frame. It absolutely excited him.

“It’s a pleasure, Hush.”

The male spoke slowly, his voice dipping into the deep, rough, masculine tones that came so naturally to him. His tail continued to whip against his side in slight anticipation, before the brute broke eye-contact with the stunning goddess before him to nod in what he figured was considered a respectful manner. Looking Glass absolutely despised authority with every fibre of his being, and even worse, it was a female that was currently in charge. As I’m sure you can imagine, the change would certainly be hard for a greedy, power-hungry, and sexist male such as Looking Glass. But, he was here nonetheless. Although his intentions were devilish, the ebony stallion figured he could use some excitement. He would certainly be able to control himself, until needed.

“I'm Looking Glass.”

He added briefly, after having finished his nod. He hoped none of the equines surrounding him would forget the name, as soon enough, the brute intended for it to become widely recognized.

I’m taking it slow,
Feeding my flame,
Shuffling the cards of your game.
And just in time,
In the right place,
Suddenly I will play my ace...

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Muse: It's been better D;
Notes: Sorry it took so longg, and suckks. D;
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