in the {DARK} of the {NIGHT} [Ares]

[Elise]

Bast
I don’t wanna sleep, I don’t wanna dream
‘Cause my dreams don’t comfort me

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The ground crumbled beneath my feet, giving way to my heavy tread. My head was held high, flaxen mane flowing around me like a white flame. I plowed through the dry underbrush, looking like a demoness out to wreak havoc on this place. Nostrils flared, drawing in the frigid, rank air. Clumps of dirt flew up with each stride and step that I took. That was until I came to this place where gray brick walls towered and crumbled in decay. Where ivy slithered up the walls and clung for dear life. My pace slowed and I looked around in pure awe. I’d never seen such a place like this before. My hooves faltered in their beat for a moment and I came to a stumbling stop, looking about myself. What was this place? My midnight eyes widened ever so slightly, trying to figure out what it was that I was looking at and then, it dawned on me. I was in the land of the Gods. I was in the Ruins of Sparta. This was the place that Gods met, but also the place where one was more likely to see them than if they just stayed in the territories, this was almost as good as being in the Gods’ Realm, literally.

Shifting my head this way and that, I couldn’t believe this place. It was both sad and yet happy. It was both darkness and light. It was breathe taking and wonderful. A smile alighted my kissers and I wondered further and further into this majestic land until I came upon a pool of water. My ears flickered forward and I walked closer looking down into it. My eyes landed on the surface and suddenly I was looking at myself on a nearly silver surface. It was like a mirror and the water was nearly silver in color, but hints of blue shot through it. I took a step back, surprised at what I’d seen. I’d expected much more, but I figured only the Gods could see the things that many said they saw within this single pool. The sun was bright and unhindered by the passing of clouds. I glanced around, seeing a grove of massive oak trees, it seemed there was one for each God that lived around here and I wondered towards one without thinking about what I was doing. I stood there staring up at the leaves that rustled with the breeze.

I drew in the sweet scent and smirked lightly. A euphoric feeling overcame me and I closed my eyes in sweet rapture as I swayed lightly from side to side with the wind the rushed to and fro. My ears swiveled here and there in a lazy pattern that could have been mistaken for an equine in slumber but I wasn’t sleeping. I was just day dreaming and wishing myself to another time or place, but then my eyes opened and I was back in reality. It seemed I was stuck in this reality for a while longer. I was stuck alone in a world that I wasn’t completely sure of, but that was no big surprise. Not after all I’d been through in this life of hardship and pain.

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Words -- 538
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- Comatose - Skillet

[des]

ARES
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

Heavy hooves thudded across the tense earth. The cold had set in, causing the soil to harden and crunch beneath his weight. A harsh snort pushed passed his nostrils as his auds pulled back to curl against his broad skull. His enmormous stature pushed passed the brush leading into a place where only Gods and few mortals frequented. He never came him much unless he was direly needed. He spent more of his time in the battlefield, reminiscing on battles past. That was only when Hades was nowhere to be found. Though he did have a strong sense of wanderlust, causing him to not stay in one area for too long. He wasn't sure what had brought him here, all he knew is that he needed company. Someone to have around so this hollow feeling in his chest would pass.

The area was without a single trace of the other Gods, not that he cared. he favored the company of either his own children or mortals with a certain sense of fire to them. He just couldn't tolerate weak and fearful beings. He only feared dying, though that was a well kept secret. Not that a mortal could kill him, just the mere idea of ceasing to exist frightened him. Shaking it off his shook his coal colored pelt as a passing breeze chilled him. It was a mild, subtle chill given his body temperature was higher than any other equine. The flickering flames that made up a long, luxurious mane and tail kept him warm. Blazing eyes flicked left and right, studying his surroundings. He breathed out a deep sigh from within his broad chest cavity, filling his lungs to the brim and pushing out air from every inch of the organ.

The usual steam brought on by the freezing air meeting hot breath was absent. In its place was a thin trail of bright orange flame. His power at work, no less. He focused on the stream, forming it into a ball and allowing it to hover around him. It brought him some small form of entertainment, before the passing glance of a figure caused his long, sturdy legs to freeze in place, locking at the joints. His attention temporarily drawn away from the ball of flame, causing the fire to die down a minute amount. Before him, near the pool where Gods spied on the living, was a dark mare with a light mane. Fiery orbs blinked twice in curiosity. He just barely recognized the dame, having only seen her once. She was aligned with Hades, the irritating brat. He snorted again, not caring if it drew attention to himself.

He continued onward, casting his eyes downward. He mades his way to a nearby clearing, lowering himself into the grass. He focused on the flames enveloping his legs and used them to singe the earth before finally resting. He breathed out a sigh, letting loose another stream of flames, this one smaller than the last, but noticeable. he closed his eyes, tendrils of fire dancing along the rim of his eyelids, partially smothered. He would rest a moment, only partially conscious of the mortal.

Words;[/color] 526
Tag;[/color] Bast
Muse;[/color] Decent
Lyrics;[/color] Monster - Skillet

[Elise]

Bast
I don’t wanna sleep, I don’t wanna dream
‘Cause my dreams don’t comfort me

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I was lost in my own little world for a moment and then suddenly, I was snapped out of it. This warm prickling feeling spread through my body and I stiffened, feeling my body go into defense mode. I wasn’t one for being watched. Watching me was like asking to get hurt. My ears pinned, disappearing in my pale flaxen locks. My tail flicked from side to side, lashing against my flanks in a harsh beat. I could just imagine that how I would rip this creature apart, but something in me told me not to fight with this creature. I pawed the ground, ripping up grass in a violent sort of manner. What to do, what to do. Either was going to have to turn around and face whatever lay behind me or I was going to have to ignore it and well, I was much too curious to not turn around and face them. I took in several deep breaths, allowing that violent energy to leave my body and cool my mind. The crisp air did much for me and I was feeling better about turning to gaze upon this unknown beast. Well, almost better. There was a nervous energy rising in my chest as I moved to face them.

My mind came to a sudden halt as I looked at the hulking stud. Something about him screamed power, screamed threat. Yet, I did not feel threatened by him. My ears came up and my head tilted, taking him in with a slow look. I walked closer, slowly approaching him and stopping at a respectful distance. I wondered what I had found. Wondered if I’d found someone who might harm me. My head bowed and I tried not to look at this midnight hued stallion directly. My heart raced in my chest as I tried to find the words that I should be speaking right now. Taking in a few deep breaths, my kissers parted and a voice that did not match my looks flowed from between them. “Hello, sir.” The voice that came from my vocals was mature and sounded like a melody, but there was a mixture of a darker tone that sounded similar to the harsh baying of hounds. I’d been told I had a husky voice. Most stallions flirted with me just to hear it. Maybe that was why I hated them so much. Maybe that was why I wished I could destroy them.

Shaking my head from side to side, I focused on him, looking him over and then it dawned on me. He was no mortal nor was he a Demigod. I hadn’t been REALLY looking at him, but now I saw it. I saw it all. He was Ares, the nightmare stallion that both allied himself with Hades and hated him. Had I been a silly human, I was sure my face would have been flushed with a red hue from all the blood that would have rushed to them. Ares, I’d always wished to meet him and now, I’d somehow managed to gain that certain pleasure of mine. What a strange day this was turning out to be.

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Words -- 528
Notes -- I rambled a little, but otherwise I think its pretty good.
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- Comatose - Skillet

[des]

ARES
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

He took in a deep breath, pushing the air slowly from his lungs in the form of small orange flames. He raised his lids and let bright infernos free to scan the area around him. He found his attention once again drawn to the dame nearby. He raised an inquisitive brow in her direction. Her coat was eye catching. Rich chocolate with stark ivory points. Smooth flaxen tresses, he hadn't stopped to take in her form until that moment. Usually he paid little attention to mortals unless a dispute was taking place. Though this dame was almost enchanting to him. Her color, her build, everything. He carefully raised himself onto all four, strong limbs. Raging infernos faded into deep, crimson irises. His 18.2 hand stature lowered to a still towering height of 17.3.

Dancing orange and red flames melted into long, thick ebony tresses that fell across his broad neck and curled about the hocks of his back legs. His new mortal-like tail flicked against his flanks. His coat still shone midnight black and his legs were no longer covered in fire. He figured the best approach was to go through it as a mortal, even if she had seen his God form due to his carelessness. He didn't care if mortals saw his God form, the look of sheer awe made him want to grin. Though the looks of fear he could do without. Unless they had crossed him. This dame had done nothing to him, but the look in her eyes when she recognized him had caused a swell of pride to erupt in his chest. He decided to use it to his advantage. Arching his broad, muscled neck, he tucked his broad head inward. Crimson irises locked on the dame and an amuse glint lit up his gaze.

"See something you like?"

[/color]He grunted, in a rough baritone. He snorted and moved toward the dame who was a respectable distance from him. His auds curled back in amusement as he stopped beside her. His broad head resting parallel to her's. He kept his head stationary as he glanced toward her. He dragged a heavy hoof across the ground, carving a straight line into the soil. He took in her form from this close range and found no disappointment. She was just as enchanting up close as she was from afar. He vaguely remembered seeing her due to him always being distracted by the one he pledged allegiance to. He was aware that this mare was aligned with said pain. He had tended to separate himself from those who followed the irritating runt. Though for once he was thankful that he had followed the God of Death. He was sure he'd never encounter such a striking mare anywhere else.[/blockquote]

Words;[/color] 459, sorry it's so short I've been fighting my muse
Tag;[/color] Bast
Muse;[/color] Decent
Lyrics;[/color] Monster - Skillet