All Good Things// Open

[Heaver]

Agathe
I am all good things

Nothing in this world seemed familiar, the landscape was different the equine even appeared different. She had never met any of the God's but like most mortals her feelings towards the Gods was split straight down the middle. They were so beautiful so regal, but still. They were full of themselves, even the highest dear Zeus was only concerned with making his moves on the closes mare. Hades was cruel and unusual in all ways quite strange. Poseidon, well it was hard to find fault with the God she deemed her allegiance too, though she was sure he held some fault in in his roaned body. It would be amazing to meet any of the Gods though, say to the others that she had seen one face to face and survived, looked into their eyes and didn't flinch. More likely she would flinch but there was no point in telling that in her story now would there?

Continuing her journey her idea of where she was decreased with each step she took. The miles that she had traveled decreased her confidence in this land, all of the herds had yet to be claimed. For a moment she thought about claiming her own land, but the thought of being responsible for all of those equines was alien to her and she had yet to take on this responsibility just yet. A home would be nice, a place where she could find her belonging point again. Agathe needed a job, she needed to feel needed. Quite a tongue twister. Healing horses was her specialty and she knew that. It was the only thing she was needed for in this world. Even the horses would flock to her side just because the needed something from the dear girl.

Setting her dial in an upright position giving her a better perspective of the area that surrounded her she slowed to a walk. The smells that surrounded her were a mixture of mares and stallions intermingling, conversing. Finally she had found an area where she might be able to find her job, her calling. Find what she needed in life. Swaying her dial to both directions trying to see if there were any equine in the close vacinity.

-371-Word Count (Bleh again)

Agathe
6
Mare
Poseidon
Mate
Home

[Elise]

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

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Some of you may be wondering why it is that I was wondering around the claiming grounds, well, you could say I was bored and that I just needed to find something to do with myself and I just had a thing for checking out who might be here. You never know what you might find walking around places like this. I was hiding out in my mortal form, so to say. I was only standing at a typical 17 hands right now and there wasn’t seaweed or kelp hanging off of me like normal. The air of power and majesty that usually hung over me was not there. At least, it wasn’t there as strongly. My hooves beat against the ground in a rhythm that was true to the breed I most resembled. There was a lavish Spanish flare to my gait and a heavy set to my body. I was a warhorse, a Warlander. Or at least I was structured like one. Really, I was a mix of two types of water horse and it was best to just leave me alone when I was in my domain. Anyways, my teal hued eyes lingered on everything in this place. It was quiet beautiful, but not as beautiful as the sandy beaches that marked my lands.

A coy grin slipped over my features and I focused on the landscape ahead of me, rather than the temptations of the world around me. The steady drumming of my hooves against the ground was like the beat of war drums as soldiers of old marched to battle. Nostrils flared wide as I sucked in the scents of the air around me. For a moment all I could smell was my own salty ocean scent, but slowly others became known to me. My ears flickered to and fro, taking in all the sounds that were not well known to me. I was used to the crash of waves and the rumbles of currents. Snorting sharply, I attempted to clear out the sickly sweet scent of flowers and tree pollen. This was not what I was used to. I didn’t even eat grass, which some would find weird. I ate what was in my ocean; seaweed, kelp and other water plants. It was my home and as such that would be where I ate and drank. No other creature could drink sea water like I could. If anyone else tried it, they would more than likely die from the huge amounts of salt content and dehydration, but I was a God.

Being a God had its perks, but sometimes, I wished I wasn’t. If I hadn’t been a God, maybe my life would have been easier, but then I thought back to what we had released these poor creatures from and I was certain that I would have suffered in their blight alongside them. That was when I was glad I was a God. I let out a sigh and pulled a breath in, drawing in the heady scent of mare. My ears swiveled to and fro, trying to figure out where it was coming from. My head shifted from side to side, trying to locate her with my eyes. There stood a red dun roan vixen and a slow smile slipped over my features. I wondered towards her at a slow, leisurely pace and came to a halt a few feet away from her. “Hello there, my dear.” I spoke in my deep baritone vocals. A polite grin slipped acrossed my features as I looked her over in a subtle manner, hoping she wouldn’t notice. I really couldn’t help myself. It was my stallion nature to check mares out. It wasn’t like I had a mate or anything.

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Words -- 625
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- False Pretense – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

[Heaver]

Agathe
I am all good things

How easy it was to get lost in the beauty of the land. The way the trees swayed in perfect rhythm with the surrounding plants, giving way to the wind. It made them seem like they were alive, creating their own communities, claiming their own loves; maybe even the flowers called war upon the trees. The way they were growing close to the tree made it appear like the trees were the Gods instead, so that would mean the flowers would wage war upon each other, maybe depending on what tree they grew under much like the equine. Letting her dial dip down she took in a deep breath filling her lungs with too much pollen as she began to cough and wheeze for just a moment. Pulling away she pinned her ears playfully at the flowers for just a moment, I guess you're the Hades flowers. Her voice chimmed softly probably a little too high pitched but there was nothing that would ruin this moment for her. Swishing her tail across her haunches once again looking at a new group of flowers, So are you Poseidon flowers., they had a beautiful blue green tint to them and held her in a trance for just a moment until a similarly colored butterfly flew by.

Restraining herself once again, she would rather run around and chase the flying creature but how would that look? Very few stallions would look at her then as potential for a herd member. Her insanity might become more visible, and who in their right mind would want an insane mare in their territory. No sane stallion who was worth living with and could protect her. The strong smell of a stallion entered her nares which but her on a high alert, holding her dial high looking quickly around the area trying to locate the source of the heavy masculine odor. Her light hued eyes rested upon a roan equine much like herself, tall and masculine. Though it seemed odd, how tall and how stocky he was, very hard to figure out what breed he was. A friesian wouldn't be able to hold that color, though his movements were graceful. Probably a demi-god, she thought to herself.

He came close enough for her to study him some more, looking him over she was pleased with her new found company, though his eyes were what caught her attention the most. How closely they resembled the color of the ocean. Then her eyes drifted lower as she noticed his maw slipping into a smile, hopefully he was pleased with his company as she was. Well hello. Returning in a softer voice than his own high and melodious. Swiveling her audits to give him her undivided attention but he didn't speak any more giving her the oppurtunity to make the conversation happen. What brings you here? And where exactly is here?. She smiled softly.

-###- I totally berserked on her personality i think.

Agathe
6
Mare
Poseidon
Mate
Home

[koosh]

Pallas Athene

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Non, rien de rien -
Non, je ne regrette rien.

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War. War was everywhere. Inky black tendrils of strife and mistrust had begun to constrict the land, spreading forth from the regions claimed by Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades like a plague. Such a foolish thing, for brothers to fight so - had they been on the outside looking in, surely they’d see the mockery they’d made of themselves. All semblance of godliness was gone from them; the three had become most like the bloodthirsty humans who had been eradicated in the Days of Fire. Despicable.

Face patterned with the shades of sadness and disappointment, the sister of Ares siphoned a sigh through her black velvet lips. Slender legs, slim almost to the point of being called spindly, supported her seventeen hands of height, lofting her well above most mares. Along the goddess’ long, lean mahogany bodice gleamed row upon row of mercurial scales, each of them polished to an impeccable sheen. Splitting through a lush charcoal-and-ash forelock was a singular horn, split into twin beams that arched back toward the divine’s hindquarters. It could almost be called an antler, like what could be found upon deer or elk, only... it shone like spun glass. Pearlescent silver-lilac eyes gazed at the plain beyond the trees cheerlessly. There was, after all, very little for the region to offer her. In the experience of Pallas Athene, every mortal horse was concerned only with his or her own power or prowess, fighting tooth and nail for supremacy, for survival. And as usual, Falo was populated with a good number of foreign equines, all of them mortal. All of them self-centered, all of them - Wait... Athena’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as an all-too familiar scent assailed her nostrils. No, it isnt...

Yes. It was.

Amongst the feeble-minded, short-lived figures upon the grassy field of Falo stood a figure taller than the rest, a stallion whose very being embodied the power and relentless will of the sea. Wearing the guise of a robust, muscular roan, the God Poseidon seemed most engaged with a pretty little ruddy-toned mare. ‘This just won’t do,’ thought the goddess of wisdom to herself. ‘Poseidon has caused enough suffering in this war - another innocent mare needn’t fall to his wiles.’

Lifting silver-toned hooves from the earth, she paced forward in a fluid stride that was unlike any achieved by the finest riding-horses of old. The wind made by her passage set her lustrous tresses a-flow, lionesque tail lashing in her determination as a whinny rang forth like the pealing of bells. Neck arched magnificently, Athena crossed the space between herself and the lord of the sea in what seemed to be no time at all.

[/color][/font]“Cease your flirtation,”[/size][/font] she snapped at the roaned stallion, flicking her white-tipped tail sharply against his hip. [/size][/color]“Don’t tell me you’ve failed to mention your name to this poor girl - that alone should reveal your motivations. Drop your pretense of civility.” Turning then to the dun-marked mare he’d been conversing with, Athena dipped her head in a more friendly sort of greeting. “Salutations to you, miss - my name is Pallas Athene.” [/size]With an additional pointed glance toward the towering Poseidon, the silver-plated goddess continued.[/font] [/size][/color]“I would not trust this one overmuch; he hides a great deal from you, all of which he must truthfully reveal in my presence.” Her voice rose from its usual quiet tone to one meant to carry. [/color]“Isn’t that right, Poseidon, King of the Seas?”[/size]

Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal

Status :: Complete!
Word Count :: 585
Tag :: Poseidon, Agathe, Open
Muse :: Quite good!
Soundtrack :: “Non, je ne regrette rien” - Edith Piaf
Notes :: One of Athena’s abilities as a goddess is to force honesty from any- and everyone within a fifty-foot radius of her, just fyi. ^-^ And YES, there are formatting issues with this post - PB hates my guts tonight, apparently. >:T

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[Elise]

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

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A coy grin touched my kissers and I turned my head away from her slightly, a devilish twinkle in my eyes. It wasn’t that I was flirting with this mare really; it was more that I was having some fun before offering her a home in my region. I wasn’t as promiscuous as my elder brother, but I wasn’t as cold and brooding as my younger either. My eyes glowed a pale hued brightness as I looked her over. She would do. Yes, she would do very well. Though, what she would do for, most would not have understood. I’d never been one for friendships or romances, but it seemed every God could learn new tricks and wouldn’t Artemis have been proud of me. I could almost hear my inward sigh, but it passed within a moment’s notice as I heard the vixen’s melodious vocals. She had quite a pretty voice and I was sure I would have enjoyed listening to it, had it not been for the fact that I had two questions to answer. My ears fluttered forward and I listened to those questions, thinking them over in my mind before parting my lips to give her an answer, “I am here on business and this is Nadi, the land of the Gods or so the mortals here like to say.”

With a sudden my ears pinned and my eyes turned toward the Kirin that was coming my way. Teeth bore lightly before I turned back to the dun and roan mare in front of me. I knew my cover was blown and within moments, I’d grown several inches bigger and my coat turned into that slick coat of a seal or otter. Seaweed twisted and tangled in a harmonious pattern in my locks of dusted blue-black and white. An aura of Godly power pulsated around me. I kicked a leg out at her lightly when her tail touched me, but I restrained the movement, narrowly missing Athena. “Who said anything about flirting, dearest Athena? I was only conversing with this charming mare.” I turned a smile onto the mortal mare before me. “Besides, I have other things on my mind that don’t involve wooing.” My gaze took on a faraway look, seemingly lost in my own thoughts until the Goddess of Wisdom’s next words speared through my mind, “I hadn’t quite gotten to that point when you so rudely interrupted us.” I snarled the words at her, baring my wolf teeth at her.

I rolled my eyes at Athena’s obnoxious introduction. She was a snob and a brat, always thinking she was higher than the rest of us Gods. Well, one day someone would teach her a lesson and I just hoped I was there to see it. Personally, I didn’t want to be the one to do it. It was more fun watching than really getting involved in it. “Oh, Athena, so nice of you to make the introductions for me.” An icy smile touched my kissers as I turned back to the red dun hued mare. “Yes, I am Poseidon, God of the Seas. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I gave a graceful bow of my large Roman head to her, before shooting a glance over at Athena. “And for your information, I am here to find a companion for a mare that has claimed lands in my territory. For when I can’t be there for her and to make her life more comfortable. That mare. . . She’s been through a lot.” An almost wistful tone entered my vocals and I gazed off towards the sea, thinking of that mare that had charmed me so.

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Words -- 613
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good
Lyrics -- False Pretense – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

[Heaver]

Agathe
I am all good things

The way the stallion infront of her spoke, it put her at peace much like the waters at night helped her sleep. The words seemed to wash over her giving her guidance and now some confidence in knowing where she was at. His wording caught her attention mortals here like to say?, so there fore he was not a mortal, again almost confirming her first guess of him being a demi-god of some sort. "Well at least I know where I am." Her smile once again returned as she dipped her dial down in a sign of gratittude. Oh how pretty her smile was even on both sides, yet she never pulled her lips high enough up to leave wrinkles on either of her cheeks, how well her eyes held a youthful spark. This smile had been practiced many times facing the dying trying to give them some hope that the Gods would take pity upon their soul, but few times did the Gods answer her prayers. Except for Hades, whenever you called and a fresh body was sitting right infront of you he, or a ghoul of his, would greedily grab the soul and head for the underworld.

Something seemed off about the stallion in front of her, he was either not all the way there in the head or he was simply distracted by the surrounding area. Who goes from smiling at a pretty young mare to pinning their ears at nothing over the horizon? A puzzled expression washed over her face, replacing that pretty little smile. Following his eyes noticing a blood hued mare with the oddest mane and tail, never had she seen grey-white banners enclosing a body of that hue. What am I a demi-god magnet today? Huffing at herself she waited patiently for the two much larger equine to duke it out, a once peaceful afternoon had been interrupted, maybe she should have kept her mouth shut rather than call for a companion. Seems she got more than she bargained for this time. The other's mares words were sharp, she had her point to make and she wasted no time in making it. Her name seemed so familiar whenever she decided to introduce herself, Athena. Yes those stories she had heard from the herd elders growing up, she knew of Athena though being in her presence made her far from comfortable. Athena was the goddess of wisdom but even she had her faults, she had turned the once beautiful Medusa, into the horrible monster she was today. Yes, it was after Poseidon had his way with her in Athena's temple but still how could one barge in here snapping at an equine with that on her conscious.

Nodding her dial back towards the Goddess there was no point in getting on her bad side today, and Agathe made a mental note to never make it on her bad side. "Pleasure to meet you Athena. I am Agathe, a mere mortal... But then I guess being the Goddess of wisdom you already knew that." It was the first time she had spoken since the Goddess' arrival and at the moment she wasn't too sure how much she should speak as once again the Goddess returned to yelling at the roaned stallion mere feet away from herself. It then came to her attention that she had yet to know his name, but before this moment it didn't seem important. But all at once it became known who her peaceful companion was, Athena had spilled the bag for the poor God. Agathe found herself surrounded by not two demi-gods, but two Gods, how lucky one might call her but the only two Gods it would be worse to be in their company at the same time is dear Zeus and Hades. Looking toward the now revealed Poseidon she watched as he transformed into his orginal stature, the way he looked while in the ocean or in the presence of other Gods. He towered over her by a good 3 hands which made her feel even smaller. The seaweed that hung from him caught her attention, whenever she pictured him while the told stories she never imagined he would let seaweed or kelp cling to him, but seeing him in person it made sense for the God of the sea to have it upon his bod. He spoke once again but this time he finally introduced himself which to no surprise he called himself Poseidon no point in keeping up his mortal appearance now. Looking back towards Athena she let a coy smile play with her lips, "Quite lucky of me to find myself in the company of a God and a Goddess who always seem to be trying to get back at eachother" She let a soft laugh escape her maw trying to break up some of the discomfort in the air.

Nodding her dial back in respect to the God she took a half step back getting a better view of the two, how beautiful they looked against the greened grass and vibrant sky. All of the stories she had been told, that the Gods made even the most elegant mortals seem like ugly trash was confirmed. Listening to Poseidon explain why he was here, to find company for another mare, not for himself. Ouch, Agathe took that straight to her pride, the smiles he had given her earlier were possibly because he wanted to butter her up before asking her to go join another mare. A mare? Or was this some wording trick, did he have a small herd set aside of mares that had caught his eye. Probably not, but the thought of being in a herd with just two mares seemed odd. Even with that though at her mind she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in their presence now, she could handle Poseidon by himself, and maybe on a brave day she might be able to chat with Athena, but the two together it just didn't seem like a good idea.

-1006-Word Count

Agathe
6
Mare
Poseidon
Mate
Home

[koosh]

Pallas Athene

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Non, rien de rien -
Non, je ne regrette rien.

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Every syllable uttered by the storm-tossed god was like a rusted nail pricking at Athena’s hide. Annoying. Grating. With a flip of her dished head, the silken strands of her ash-and-silver mane slipping against each other, Athene stamped one cloven hoof in irately. For eons, Poseidon had done nothing but flout the rules. At first it had been naught but general mischief, but his actions intensified with the centuries until, in the epitome of thoughtless disregard, he saw fit to breed to another in her own temple. To bring low one of the most promising priestesses who’d devoted herself to wisdom, rather than the carnal urges of mortality. The resulting incident was legend, now, a warning against those who would cross Pallas Athene, lest her wrath be brought to bear upon the guilty parties.

Silver eyes agleam with hot anger, Athena snorted at Poseidon’s words. So he was merely seeking to meet this mare and make a friend for some other mare he’d wooed? How typical. He could see only the comfort of himself and his own - there was no regard for this young mare - Agathe, as she called herself - or her well-being. A true friendship of the sort Poseidon sought for his consort could not be formed by a simple agreement; the arrangement would be awkward at best, disastrous at worst. For who could tell whether Poseidon would release this poor equine from the agreement when she finally tired of it? No, this would not do. It wouldn’t do at all.

It occurred to Athene that Agathe had spoken to her, in a polite tone that was like a puff of clean, refreshing air after the seawater stench of Poseidon. Ears pricking forward, rather than back, the goddess turned slightly toward the red mare, chin tucking as she lowered her head to look the other in the eye. Being so tall could be useful at times, but it rather hindered relations with those shorter, it seemed. Exhaling softly, Athena surveyed Agathe’s face. There was no trace of scheming in her manner - the expression she wore upon her pretty face was genuine, and full of awe at the two who’d sought to stand here, on either side of her. A lovely mind, she had; unassuming and clean of ill-will. There was only one problem; she’d already aligned herself under Poseidon’s star, it seemed, a trait that drew a morose sigh from the mahogany-and-silver kirin. Still, she could not fault one who had yet to wrong her personally.

Straightening from her surveying stance, the goddess spoke, her voice clear as glass, its tone much friendlier than that which she’d directed at Poseidon. “Nay, the pleasure is to be mine, Agathe - new faces are always welcome.” For a brief moment, her mercurial eyes hardened, flashing a steely grey as Agathe commented upon her luck. “Indeed, you are lucky, young one, for Poseidon’s offers are not always what they seem. Have you ever heard that a gift from a god may be a curse in disguise? Poseidon is not one to tell the truth of such offerings, hence your luck is not that the two of us have appeared here, but that I may preside over my godly cousin’s meeting with you, to ensure his truthfulness in all things.”

Shaking out her long mane, Athena turned her stony gaze back to Poseidon, sarcasm leaking from every pore as she spoke. “Well then, King of the Sea, pray tell this one why our relationship is so unpleasant; while I sense that she knows the story, it is the popular version, the one twisted to render you the victim - as well as Medusa - rather than the truth.” Her eyes blazed with fervor, tail twisting rapidly through the air with a wicked whistling sound. “Tell her how you knowingly disgraced my temple, a consecrated space intended for reflection and meditation, with your fornication? Who are you, your hated brother, Zeus?” Voice heavy with scorn, she shook her head bitterly to spit out the final words in her song. “Were your lusts so like a mortal’s that you were incapable of girding your loins for even a brief period? That you would stoop so low as to seduce my handmaiden, to sully her impeccable soul via intimate association with you?”

Rather late, Athena discerned her own manner as unacceptable; she was much too incensed to be impartial. There was nothing for it now, though, the goddess felt - Agathe had already glimpsed the ugliness of her anger, and all backtracking would accomplish would be an unsettling of her status as wise. No, she was justified to be upset with Poseidon. He was, after all, the only one who could bring her to this state with such obnoxious efficiency.

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Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal

Status :: Complete!
Word Count :: ~800
Tag :: Poseidon, Agathe, Open
Muse :: Lovely~
Soundtrack :: “Non, je ne regrette rien” - Edith Piaf
Notes :: So sorry this is late! School has been kicking my butt rather thoroughly, and I was without internet access all weekend. <_<;;

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