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.strange. how there is always
a little more .innocence. left to lose.
On limbs that appear too gangly and thin he appears, a lithe creature with angular lines and bone showing aplenty. On any other equine, it might look unusual. Out of place. Disconcerting. On Meuric it looks natural, flattering. Handsome. Blessed with a coat which shimmers like an oil slick, or a man sent ten fathoms deep to kiss oblivion and beg for her blessing. The abyssal hues reflect hues of purple and teal regardless of light. Only the barest hint of white smears his dark appearance, beneath each eye and a splattered sock upon his right back leg. His eyes have no pupil or true defining features, they are onyx black and reflect only the light eminating from the marking branded into his shoulder. Most intriguing is the crystal horn and growths upon his head and shoulders, the crystalline structures fracture and shatter toward the tips of their spires, swallowing and consuming the light which dares to try and highlight them, but the pieces do not simply drop away once they break away -- they float, suspended just out of reach of their brethren. They lend an air of deadly grace to him, sharp and alluring in their vigil. He is not blessed with a mane, the silken strands were never promised to grow in and instead leave him bare. It is his tail which is blessed instead, sleek inky black strands cascade down and evaporate toward the mid-ends, fading into tendrils of black smoke. Finally, is the only source of brightness upon his entire being. The unusual mark upon his left shoulder, it pulses and emits teal light, streaming and breaking off into petal-like wisps before they fade into nothing. It has been with him since his conception, and will be with him until the end. talk talk talk |
,strange, how there is always
a little more innocence left to lose.
Born to a non-descript mare of no name and no standing, she had crawled through the mud and filth of a world which cared little for those without power and blood. So she struggled, helpless and wanting, until she stumbled upon an altar. Forbidden and twisted, unholy crystal spires punctured from the shrine and whispered in the darkness. There she found her salvation, she called pitifully into the void and the void answered. She found more of her ilk, the tendrils of shadow spanned wide and far, drawing the damned and forsaken to it. Those who had suffered to make those undeserving arise. They rallied under a black banner and teal flame, they chanted and howled and spread their incantations into the dead of night. They rended the undeserving from their mortal trappings and cast them into the void. Little by little they lost themselves, and damned themselves to eternity. From the dark tide rose an empire, a glittering, gleaming landscape of lightless reaches where the poor and defeated rose again. It was from these usurpers and the damned he is born, brought forth from the womb of the first in a union with the unholy. He did not linger in their realm too long, for his innocence was brought before the alter and his ichor staining the stone red. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened, his innocence bled out and he saw his vision wane. Deemed a failure and an unwanted mark to her name, his damn cast him into the sea to down in the last moments of his life. Through this he found himself, the powers that thrummed beneath his skin and saturated the waters as he sank, pooled in the open wounds and brought him back. A rebirth of sorts. The key finding the right lock. A drowned man returned from the brink, the first of the new breed, and the last. He does not hold them in contempt, no he see's it as another part of the great game. Filled with insatiable curiosity and desires to see the repressed freed of all inhibitions, he simple exists and he does what he wills. talk talk talk |
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07-20-2017 by Bates |