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Bloodlust
Mature/Trigger Warning Halcyon Flats  Possible trigger: BDD
Ahlora
Currently championing: Reszo
#1
@Zahra

Ahlora was pissed. Her eyes were burning with the same intensity she had as a wolf when first fighting for her rank in the pack. She had won it as an adolescent, a feat she was very proud of. In her pack, she had a title and Fame, well known for both her flirting and strength. Now, what did she have? Nothing. She had her name, but not her title. She had strength and size, but not her claws and agile figure.

She wasn't a hulking pile of flesh then, but a warrior. A hunter. Now, she ate grass, flowers, leaves... Plants. She ate plants. That alone was enough to frustrate her, but there was more. She no longer had fur to keep rain and snow from freezing her skin, nor did she have the vocal chords to howl. Oh, how she missed singing to the wind! She missed snarling and growling, sounding and looking fierce with her pointed teeth bared to her enemies. Her teeth were dull now, and she had become the prey she used to eat. Would a wolf in this land recognize her as their own, or would she be chased and hunted?

The wings on her back were still uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but shift and twitch them in anger, spreading them and folding them over and over, never finding comfort. They were heavy, along with the weight of something that sat atop her head like a crown of flowers she would have worn in a courting festival back home. She still hadn't gotten a chance to see what the weight was, nor how her new body was decorated. She knew of the bag that sat on her shoulder, since that was easy to see, but she had a hard time seeing her new markings and cold rings around her neck.

This anger had built and built since she entered the new land from her old one, a failed hunting trip dragging her into this strange place. Her frustration and hatred towards the strange forces that ruled the lands finally broke through her surface, pushing her into a stiff sprint. She just wanted to go. She wanted to escape.

While she bolted as fast as her legs could take her hulking body, she bucked and reared, stomping and scraping at the Earth. Her hooves cut deep, scarring the land in ways that wouldn't be forgotten, compacting the earth below her in a blind rage. It wasn't often she got to release her anger freely, destroying whatever she pleased. So, she yelled. Bellowing her frustrations, screaming in place of a howl for all she mad lost, her voice straining as her muscles bunched and stretched, she tried to howl and snarl and do all the things she could no longer in this body.

This body wasn't hers.  It was some cruel joke she couldn't laugh off, a curse that she could never remove. She could play along with it all she wanted, but it would never be the same. She would never be the same.

The urge to kill was there now, barely held off as she brought havoc and destruction to everything in her path. She could imagine her past hunts clearly, the taste of life coating her tongue after the kill, the feeling of ecstasy at the takedown... Oh, how she missed it!

"TALK"

OOC: You needed to challenge some characters, so I'm sure you'll enjoy this one! Let me know if you want them to actually fight or not, just so I can plan accordingly.
Ahlora
Photo by Brandon Morgan at unsplash
Using magic/force or attacking Ahlora is fine. Giving her a scar or two is alright.
However, no killing or maiming unless previously talked about!
Zahra
Currently championing:
#2
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
A month after she’d treated the wounded eagle, the companion of Halyven’s Kiada (she had learned), Zahra boarded swift thermal winds back to the eastern seaboard, with a mind to visit young kingdom which called the region home. She’d quite enjoyed the company of the mare - despite the gravity of the situation which had united them - and though felt felt little inclination to join the forming herd she spoke well of, the native Helovian was glad for the company of one who seemed to share a good number of the woes which had brought them to the Rift. And she might have descended on cue, swirling downwards through the drizzling rain towards the spires that pierced the bleak, grey horizon, had not she heard the raucous screaming further afield.

Expanding her broad wingspan to maintain elevation, the pegasus followed the overt sound towards the sandy flats before the sea.

With ears pressed forward and her keen, golden eyes set upon the patchwork landscape, blurred beneath her, Zahra searched for the stranger who, she felt, was suffering some form of peril - for what else would provoke such an exhibition of vocal energy. From her vantage, it did not take her long to pinpoint the body which streaked between the rain-swollen pools dotting the plain: the other was galloping headlong, their stride long and reckless, churning the surface of the landscape and leaving in her wake such damage, that the watching mare was taken aback. Skimming the region behind, the painted mare could see no aggressor - no reason for the fury of the sprint.

With a good measure of caution, Zahra began her descent, circling at length first, then slipping the lean, long line of her wings in nearer to her body until the split moment before hooves collided with the sand. Glassy, tinted primaries flared forth to cease the momentum of the fall, and with hooves drumming, she merged with the world of those who were earthbound. Slowing, well ahead of the stranger who continued quickly, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed swivelled around to meet them. “Hail!…” her smooth voice sang out, slicing with any luck through the veil of rain so that the other might heed and then slow.
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@Ahlora
Ahlora
Currently championing: Reszo
#3
@Zahra

Having not noticed the visitor until a voice rang out, loud and somehow smooth despite the weather it had to endure to reach Ahlora's ears, she whipped around almost immediately. Her hooves struggled for a moment to gain purchase after such a sudden movement, but they soon did, stamping and digging deep into the sand. Her movement were wild, bringing along with them the image of what she used to be. Muscles bunched and ready to leap, teeth bared and eyes narrowed... Ahlora was nothing less than threatening. Any sort of calmness in her mind had been replaced by a primal rage, her voice coming out as a rough and distorted attempt at a growl.

"What?" She tried hard, really she did, to sound like she had only a few suns ago. Ahlora had no reason to be angry at someone she hadn't even seen for a heartbeat. Had she been sane, her voice would have been much more welcoming to company. Now, all Ahlora saw was prey. Ahlora saw herself as what she used to be in that moment, dropping her shoulders as if she was on the hunt. Her claws leaving scars in the earth, tail slowly sweeping and jaws ready to snap and kill at the first opportunity.

Still, even as broken as Ahlora was in that moment, a tiny part of her hoped for someone to get it. Someone to teach her it was okay to feel this way, to push her stubborn mind into the right place, a place she might enjoy this experience in. She wanted a companion, someone to stand with her in these times. She had this small part of her, hoping, barely believing that this new land might just be the place she could be happy, not worrying about being the best.

This small part kept her from charging right then, making this new equine a way to vent her destructive temper.

OOC: Sorry it's a bit short. Normally my babies don't have tantrums like this XD
Ahlora
Photo by Brandon Morgan at unsplash
Using magic/force or attacking Ahlora is fine. Giving her a scar or two is alright.
However, no killing or maiming unless previously talked about!
Zahra
Currently championing:
#4
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Perhaps her arrival upon the glassy, gleaming stretch of flat had slipped by the other’s notice altogether; it certainly seemed so. Those bright-tinted hooves, even visible through the mist across the way, which were driving through sandy-loam with knife-like intent, looked to startle and slow and the head aboard the pumping length of neck above, lead forth a swift swivel until she faced a new forward. All of this, presumably, was to seek the source of the voice which summoned notice - Zahra.

The painted woman, standing otherwise quietly in the rain, was rather taken aback by the savage nature of the greeting she received, if it could be called that at all. Irritability, nay - outrage - was sprawled through the other's part veiled features (a forelock with fading hue swept like a restless pendulum across), and the glint in the wildly vexed glare returned, was nothing short of threatening. Zahra’s own posture stiffened, retaliating defensively, actively, to the less than humble display ahead and her amicable eye narrowed warily.

The stranger snapped harshly, her tone unnecessarily rude, and black and white wings gathered nearer, upwards, inflating the outwards portrayal of herself subconsciously; boldly. There was something unsettlingly predatory about the demeanour of pegasus before her, yet the weaver held her ground firmly - she was an unruly wreck no longer. It was for that very reason that Zahra challenged her aggressor’s tone, whatever reason founded such behaviour.

“Mind your tone stranger,” she began, voice level and poised, though elevated enough to penetrate the miserable weather. “I will lower my guard, if you lower yours…” Zahra dared a step forward and lowered the cautious stance of her wings; her pale eyes were ever heedful of her company's hostile aura. There were feathers dressing four shoulders, hers and this mare’s, which gave them true grounds for harmony - birds of a feather, or so the saying went.  
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Ahlora
Currently championing: Reszo
#5
@Zahra

Ahlora watched as the pegasus before her took on a defensive stance, wings displayed fully to make her form seem larger. It was a tactic often used by wolves as well, but with fur bristling instead of feathers unfolding. Ahlora ruffled her own wings in response, holding her head low and forward as if she was stalking prey.

Then, the other equine spoke. With a tone giving nothing less than a challenge, the mare's voice cut through the mist and humidity like Ahlora's own hooves had cut through the sand. The challenging voice aggravated Ahlora greatly, but the resolution she had been offered appeared to her new equine side. It was this body that wanted peace over war, and that only stood to frustrate the pegasus further.

Moving slow, Ahlora stepped forward as well. She couldn't let herself seem defeated after all. As she moved, Ahlora's rigid posture relaxes with each small pace she moved. Praising her head and hiding her teeth, lifting her shoulders and settling her wings firmly against her back again. Ahlora stopped when she was around two body lengths away, tail lifted and eyes still burning. Her posture was much less threatening though, quite the improvement from her original attitude.

"Fine." Even her voice was less stained now, sounding like the high pitch of her equine self again. It was gravelly though, the result of her early attempts to growl and snarl, still holding the slightest hint of bloodlust within it.

OOC:
Ahlora
Photo by Brandon Morgan at unsplash
Zahra
Currently championing:
#6
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
There was no denying the reluctance in the other mare’s almost sullen demeanour. At first she stood with rigid, predatory form, skull lowered and ears reclined unpleasantly, but it seemed that the white flag Zahra offered, was more or less better received. The pained woman inched forward slowly, warily, noting the body language of her company with measure and skill, and as she did, the other too began to step closer.

The threatening stance of the stranger began to melt away. First, it was noted that her coloured skull lifted and marbled ivories were sheathed too (thankfully)—there was no masking the savageness of their intent, even though the rain; perhaps the outline of dim-hued ears pricked forward too. As murky wet wings across the way subsided, settling at last against the slender curve of the nearing frame, Zahra too let her fall further and shuffled the length of the feathers until they were resting once more, comfortably at her sides.

When it seemed like their proximity could better harbour a conversation, both horses paused their stride, and sooty twins craned forward to received the single word gestured by this foul-natured acquaintance—everyone had off days, right?

“I’m Zahra…” she offered lightly, making a perceivable effort to not let the mood of the other horse sour her own intentions. “Does something trouble you?” Allowing her eyes to trace the coloured figure of the other briefly, the golden-bellied healer could find no suggestion of injury. Perhaps it was simply the effect of the wretched weather and never-ending rain—Zahra too felt the sting of moodiness too, occasionally these days. The Rift was far less hospitable than old Helovia.
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@Ahlora