`death in a b e a u t i f u l form;

[rayvencullen.]

a Butterfly Effect post, open to all stallions who might want to claim her. Careful, she might not like you.. Post to come.

[rayvencullen.]

In all my times as a rogue horse I had never thought I would stoop this low to get claimed, but some herds were in dire need of warriors, if I have guessed right. Being of the neutral alliance, it really doesn't matter to me on which side I am pulled into, I will still be my all-time ruthless self. As I had been born, I remember waking up and blinking in the bright light from the sun, never to know it would be the last of my days. I was laying peacefully under the stars, over careful watch from the leads before they had disappeared before my eyes and I was left alone to fend for myself.

A year I had gone like that, I'd let anything kill me to rid of this pain and suffering. I had trod the lands of light for a while before I had been captured by a stallion named Falcon; a brute he was, trying to kill me numerous times when I had not dare do what he pleased. Two years I dealt with him, until the time had come. A little too fast for my liking, but it was like I was full of life.. he died at the hands of The Butterfly Effect.

Mentally grinning, I dipped my pinkened plush into the swirling water to allow myself a drink, shivering as it slid down my throat. Closing my lanterns, I stood motionless for a while just drinking away my pain and past, but in time it would drift back into my mind to haunt me once again, oh well. Many had fallen victim to me, but the list had not ended quite yet. It would be famous at my death, I could tell.

Maybe I was worth millions if I ever was caught by humans, lets hope that wasn't soon. Ranchers have tried, and ranchers have died along with their trained steeds. Such shame I had felt at these once wild equines, but it was their fault they weren't witty enough to escape the whizzing ropes. And at that, I have to laugh..

[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Toying Around

My breath came out in puffy clouds of smoke as I made my way across the land, towards one of my favorite sanctuaries of Midnight Acres; Dekera Falls. It was a place the femme's seemed to flock to and I was in the mood for some new excitement. The air was frigid and it bit at my skin, testing for weaknesses; it barely effected me though for I had long ago learned to ignore the cold. My father had been a cruel stallion so I had to endure both the Temperate and emotional cold.

My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath, there wasn't much out this time of year, for snow covered the grown and icicles clung to dead tree branches. My scenes did pick up one living thing though, it was not far away only on the other side of the silent brush. I pushed through the frozen underbrush, a few twigs attached themselves to my long mane adding a sense of wildness to my persona. After swerving my eyes around the clearing and assuring myself that no predators are lurking about I make myself visible.

A white mare had her head down, drinking from the half frozen waterfall. I had many beautiful mares back at my home land, but this one seemed different almost exotic in stance. The heart melting grin that I had perfected so long ago plasters itself onto my lips as I step closer to the white femme. "What do we have here?" I ask my voice deep and sultry. "A lone mare." I gave her a quick and assessing up and down, taking her all in. "You know there are dangers about that would just love to sink there teeth into something so delectable as you." Although I was not a cannibalist I did not mind in the least playing it kinky.

A southern drawl enters my minds ears. "You are taking after Carnage." My light side had a bad sense of humor by putting me in the same category as Carnage, my Dark side. "Shut up and go back to sleep." I wanted this femme to myself, call me greedy but I would not allow Puritinus to have this one. "O your no fun." Big blue eyes blink back at me playfully, at times like these I wished Puritinus was real so I could beat the crap out of him. "Puritinus." I warned. It had taken me a while to learn how to shove my two other sides back into the part of my mind that was best forgotten but now that I knew I always won the fight for dominance. "Alright fine, I am leaving."

I let out an aggravated sigh and gave my attention back to the mare. She probably thought I was mad because I had blanked out there for a second. I placed on another charming smile and asked. "And what is a Beaut such as your self called?" My voice was still deep but it had lost some of it's passion from the short encounter with puritinus.

[rayvencullen.]

For a moment there I was shocked at his words, something as delectable as me. Please, I dare something to try and harm me - I dare them! Subconciously, I had snapped my head around to glare at him from under long, thick eyelashes with such curiousity it might've killed me. My shoulder muscles had tensed, shriveling the butterfly marking into some twisted shape that looked more like an ink blot until it rolled forward into a rest. This oughta be fun..

My ears had been reined back to disappear behind my refined head, did he know who I was? I doubt it, this realm was new to me and I don't know if my reputation had spread that far around but none the less I picked up my napage and let my muzzle dip towards my chest cavity as I assessed him even further. A nice stallion, a leader in fact. With a keen eye.. on me. Nares pulled out in a greeting, letting my carbon cloud around my teardrops.

I myself am unknowable by nature but you may call me Butterfly or Effect. I had said with a sickeningly sweet voice, so sick it made my insides twist. Demonic eyes had searched his ones for a moment before a hind tendon came up to meet my tender underside in a leasurable scratch before it plumeted back to earth, sending a spray of white out behind me.

Whether or not he had wanted to claim me had yet to be seen..

It would be the choice of his life.

[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Into the Flames

<sup>I raised one strong eyebrow at the white mares answer to the question of her name. Unknowable by nature. That part made no sense to my ears but I carried on grinning like a fool anyway. “You have two callings? Butterfly and Effect.” Both those callings were so different from each other, how I could call her one or the other with her still knowing it was her that I wanted was beyond me. “You can call me lord.” My voice was toying, I just wanted to test the waters and see how she would react to my dominance.

A breeze picked up and I was down wind which meant that the spicy scent of the femme was blown seductively into my nostrils; they flared taking in the vibrant poison. “You never did answer a question of mine.” My voice husked as I took a step closer to the double named femme. “What are you doing out here wondering the lands a lone?” I was so close now that I could feel the heat from her body radiating off from her.

My dark eyes turn questioning. “Do you not have a home?” I chuckled inwardly, I would love nothing more then to take her back to my home and ravish her. “Because I know some where were we can go.” My voice was now a whisper, slithering inter her white, delicate ears. “To get out of the cold.” I run my lips down her neck, the touch of her soft winter coat called to a deep part in me that just begged to get out.</sup>

[rayvencullen.]

Two callings? My, you really are stupid. It's Butterfly Effect, you fool.

I snapped, lashing out with my ivorns to tell him 'back off.' I barely knew him, how would I trust him touching me? Oh, that's right I couldn't. But out of the cold sounded tempting, almost welcoming and with a bellowed sigh, I swung my hips around to barrel gently into his chest, casting him a look from the corner of my eye that was teasing and affectionate.

Subconciously my tendons clicked into gear and carried me at an extended trot towards the center of the shared land, my cavern parting and cage rattling to call to him - would he follow? Wavering that thought if he would or not, I let my whipcord fall slowly to the ground before perking up again. I was such a tease..

Finally stopping to see if he'd follow, I swung my body around to look at him - front tressels covering my view like a veil. My stubby ears perked atop my refined crania as I tilted it, staring at him as if he was insane, no. I was the one insane, no arguement about that kiddies.

Well, are you coming or what?

[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Well?

^{My ears twisted back as the mare called me stupid. I was a king, which meant I had to protect not only myself but dozens of others. I was not stupid, in any sense of the word. "I should simply call you wench." I snarled at her, my voice deep and cruel. The mare had walked away from me, and her tail swished from side to side, a teasing pleasure. Well are you coming or what? She asked me her head slightly tilted. I raised an eyebrow and gave a sharp laugh. "Well you certainly wouldn't be able to lead the way." Slowly, languidly I prowled towards her. My shoulders rolled like a predator's, my expression was just as hungry. "You don't know where I raine supreme." The mares image of her trying to make me follow her was still fresh in my mind, I simply shook my head; I was a leader not a follower. My dark eyes glared at the insulting beast, it was a shame though that her scent made me desire her because I did not believe she respected me the way she should. "You can follow me though." I brushed up against the mare as I passed her, our bodies rolling together in a sensual tease.}

[rayvencullen.]

My tendons once again snapped against each other as I darted off in front of him, I guess we both had something in common. We were leaders, not followers. Maybe it was safer for him to just let me stride next to him, no? That way our noses could battle for the leading position, and hopefully no one would end up seriously injured.

My whipcord danced about my hocks as I had crow-hopped, my barrel smashing into his in a seemingly deadly manner but it was only in a playful and trusting gesture. My legs picked up once more as I allowed them to carry me to the right of him, my auditories flickering backwards into my tressels and disappearing from sight.

Maybe he had some sense after all..

waiting for my muse..