Tell Me. Do You Fear Death ? (Open)

[prettyodd]

Lycan

Do you fear death ?

An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison you can't break free

Oh! You're a loaded gun, yeah
Oh! There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

From the shadows, dark orbs observed the terrain presented. These lands where no doubt free of a heir to the leader, this thought caused the mares mind to stray. What a leader she could be, such nobility, grace and a ruthless attitude. Taking a stride, bold pillars elongated to revel her true height. A dark pelt gained an effortless shimmer from the assorted rays escaping the dense canopies, her tail risen in a natural banner form; the position held strong with minimal regards to her surroundings. A thick mass of black tresses billowed out in twirls and spirals, the same constancy matched the locks which caressed her broad shoulders.

Leaving the confinement of the shadowed woodland, Lycan kept her vision focused ahead. The sweet scent of multiple equines lingered; caressing her muzzle. Thoughts of leadership peaked again, this merged with the twisted mind and odd lust for blood and torture could me an immense concoction. Raising her head, the mare released a sharp whinny which came with a blood curling affect. Audits pricked, the strong sound sure to gain attention yet send a rocking shiver through the listens frame. Removing her head from the chilling atmosphere, she fell back to her graceful pose. Lycan neck rolled under her chin tucked away with a noble feature.

Giving a mere push of hindquarters, the movement allowed a swift transition to a canter. Her gait given with little effort, her pillars never seeming to touch the ground as she carried herself swiftly. The harsh 4 time beat gave a tremor with each thrashing thud, the noise guarded faint by the grounded debris. A barely audible thump escaped to match each footfall. Lycans gaze still remained focused, her determination to find the lead revealed in the depth of the print forming behind her. A force on a mission and not to be reckoned with.

Her neck neatly folded as she took to a more aerodynamic stance, her sides heaved with each increasing stride. For once the mares heartbeat had risen immensely, such a brute with an enormous stamina and strength but over the multiple gradient in the terrain she soon slowed the pace. Releasing yet another whinny, the sound a higher pitch to travel in the sharp gusts

And I'm feeling the thunder
Stemming from my hunger
And I’m travelin’ higher
Should we wake up the fire
That’s why they call me a young gun
And now my name is getting bigger
Press the music like a trigger
I’m a young gun
And now my future’s looking brighter
Never stop cause I’m a fighter
I’m a young gun

[kota]

Thick, stained pendulum was tossed from side to side across tawny muscled flanks. The brute stood in a relaxed posture, a hind foot cocked, weight pressed all on his right side. He let a breath of carbon dioxide escape through curved nares, blowing dust up from the littered floor. He was hidden within a clump of bark poles that was close to the border of his lands, their leafy vegetation draping over him like a roof or umbrella. Beams of light still bore through cracks above, creating a dappled effect across his panagre pelt. Chiseled visage hung low as a sign of his half consciousness, ashen lids had begun to cover oak chasms.

He was escaping to a euphoria, entering his dreams. They always helped him escape the eternal hell he was supposed to live in. Escaping the fuckery that went on in his daily life. He was being tortured in his own mind. Killing him from the inside out.

He could be found practically anywhere, on one of his frequent outings from fell's church. It was hard escaping the watchful eye of Damon. His brother was very keen on pissing him off at any point in time whether he was in the mood or not. He wanted nothing to do with it. He would rather just feel bliss. But it was hard to come by with Damon being around all the time. He could settle for a brief time away. Even if that wasn't that long. He just wanted to fill that void threatening to consume him. That irritation warning him that he could snap at any moment in time. Even the tiniest bit of interaction could return him to his normal mindset. But at the moment he just seemed a bit irritated. He wanted to be alone. But of course he would never be alone. Not even for a minute. There was always someone who wanted to be around him. He never had wanted to be alone so badly.

Lord help whoever came in contact with him. He might just tear them up, torture until he got his fill of demented entertainment. Of course he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to feel alone. Usually he would feel some sort of remorse after hurting someone. He wasn't sure what would become of that today. He would only talk to those he was forced to. Wait. Who would that be? Honestly he really had no friends, he always pushed them away.

Twigs snapped and the thud of footsteps had begun to ring into finely tuned harks. He grimaced, his furrowed brow and not at all amused facial expression had returned. Soldiers flicked into a half pin.

He urged himself into a casual walk. Attempting to hide his irritation and seem collected. He was going to answer the call of what seemed like a female by scent.

She had finally come into view. She was a unique looking femmora. Her facial features intricate in all of it's glory. He gave her a approving nod. "Is there something I can help you with?" He wasn't trying to be rude. He was actually trying to be polite and hoped he came off that way. Intense emerald optics stayed fixed on her.