bend and snap (claiming post)

[frazzle]

Aziah

Long black pillars stretched out over the turf, black flints landing quietly as the femme strolled along. Oh what a pretty little thing she was, it was as though the gods from her homeland had put her together themselves. She wasn’t large by any means, but the air she held to her was one of a Queen, quiet but powerful. Muscle lined each and every bone, curving with elegance beneath her silvery and black pelt. Round were her haunches, muscles always bunched beneath the surface, ready to spring into action. Her barrel was round, but lean, that of her arabian lineage and led into powerfully sculpted shoulders. Light scars lay upon each side of her shoulders, a reminder of her past life, of how mindless brutes could be. Rising up from her shoulder was a normally arched nape, elegantly curved with long black tresses flicking glossily upon her silvery pelt. And the most glorious part of her, the tiara. A black maw with smoky black curved nares that filtered up into a curved cheek and a dished forehead. The twins that resided upon her poll were laced in black, and black tresses flowed down from the tip of her cranium to the lower middle of her cranium. But the most interesting part of her were her optics. It was as though she gods couldn’t decide whether she was of the stones and soil, or of the seas.

As the delicate femme entered a forest, she slowed, her nares flaring excitedly. So many new scents, sights, and sounds. Oh the three “s” words, amazing were they all. Lowering her cranium, she let her maw graze the soft ground, and felt the ground crunch quietly beneath her flints as she took each step. Raising her cranium, she arched her nape and stopped. It was lovely here, but was it home? Could she stay here?

Yes. She could stay here, it felt right. It was where she was destined to come, it was where her senses had led her. But now what? Flicking her banner, she stopped and looked about. Large trees rose up from the ground around her, and she could sense that something large was just ahead. Leaning forward, she let her audits take over. Was that the sound of waves crashing upon sand? Opening her heterochromatic optics, Aziah picked up an elegant trot, her movements fluid and graceful. As she moved, she passed a pond, the sweet scent trailing into her nares, causing her to slow momentarily, and glance below at the water.

And then sand was beneath her, and she felt her muscles collect within her bodice, working harder than normal to pull through. Shaking her cranium with slight frustration, she plunged forward at a canter, her pillars rising high up from the sand, like a Queen leading her men into battle, cranium raised high, audits perked forward with eagerness, and her black banner flowing behind her like a flag, her colors.

Sliding to a stop, she let the sands rise above her like a wave of water, her haunches low to the ground, fore-pillars extended before her, and nape arched in a low curve. Flat were her audits as she rose and shook, her optics gazing out and into the ocean. As its beauty hit her, she let her audits slip forward, her pretty little face lighting up bit by bit. Yes, this was home, and she would fight to stay here if it came to it. Yet, by the scents that she had taken in, no other equines resided here. It was without ruler, and without a herd. Stepping closer to the water that rose up to meet her flints, she let out a long call, her beautiful vocals curving from her maw like a harp’s music, yet powerful as a war drum. As her call ended, she pulled her cranium back in and arched her nape once more, waiting for either a responding call, or whatever else decided to rise up to her.

notes: sorry it's so all over the place >.<
word count: 667
tags:none

[Elise]

Poseidon
So play the game until you run out
And play the game into my hand

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My head lifted towards the heavens, taking in the sounds that if heard. They echoed down here, the deep thrum of hooves against the sea shore. Nostrils flared and I pranced forward towards the drop off. I paused for all of a moment, thinking about which form to take. My ears flickered from side to side and I decided to stick with my Godly one. It seemed to leave more of an impression than any other form did. Flicking my tail from side to side, I walked closer to the drop off and looked up. Hm, now how to make my entrance? I wasn’t going to be nearly as exciting as I had been for Theia. It was just no fun doing the same things over and over again. I had to spice life up every now and again. Pawing the ground in an almost aggressive way, I shifted my weight from side to side before I pushed towards the surface of the water, until I came level with the sands that dipped down at the drop off. Placing my front hooves on it, I pushed my body off and raced over it as only a water horse could do.

I broke the surface and ears and eyes breaking first before my head, neck and withers followed after them. Powerful front legs touched the sand first and a came to a sliding stop, sending sand flying this way and that. I rolled off my massive body like it was water and my slick, seal like coat quivered over powerful muscles. Kelp and seaweed twined with in my locks of blue-black and stood a stark green against my white painted rump. I stood tall, nostrils flared as I drew in this new mare’s scent. I lumbered towards her, bright teal eyes following her ever line, drinking in her form. She was much shorter than I and I towered over her. A soft smirk touched my lips as I tilted my head aimlessly to the side. She was the color of gray marble and her eyes stood stark against her mouse hued coat. Well, one of them did anyways. One of them was a chocolate color while the other was the color of the sky. I flicked my tail against my flanks as I thought of what words to speak to this vixen. My hooves shifted, but there was no evidence that I was nervous, just curious.

My ears twitched with humor. Yes, she had impressed me with her call, but I was a God. I walked towards her up the stripe of sand, stopping not far from her. An equine brow rose and a devilish spark flashed in my eyes. “Why, hello, mistress.” The words were a deep baritone, like waves crashing against the beach on a stormy day. The ocean pulsed with each word I spoke and a small smile dared to dance a crossed my black kissers. Shifting my weight, I moved a step closer to her. “What brings a lovely dove like you here?” The words were sultry, but there was an undertone of true curiosity mixed within it. You could even say that the tone wasn’t even truly flirting. It wasn’t every day that I didn’t flirted with mares. Normally, I would have enjoyed playing on their feelings, but now I had other things on my mind and those other things had a name that I would not speak right now, not when my mind was somewhere else. Not when I was thinking of someone else. It was not often that my mind was completely consumed by one being. Never in my life.

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Words -- 606
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- False Pretense – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus