Searching Wanderer{Xy/Closed}

My Words.
My thoughts.
My voices.


Coraline could hear the sound of wings beating into the air and so her ice eyes slowly lifted upwards. There in the sky, soaring right towards her was the leader of the clan. Coraline's head shakes itself violently with excitement, her legs bouncing around, though she was careful not to cross the herd's borders. She did not want to anger the chief. You are making a fool of yourself. At the urging of the voices the mare settles herself down, her limbs becoming stock still, her head held high though lowered slightly in a respectful manner. Coraline was not used to this, acting as a lower member than anyone. She always believed herself to be better than anyone. But now she knew that she had to push those beliefs away. She could not be rude to this mare. She was a leader of a whole clan, she had power. Which was something that Coraline desperately wanted. So, she had to be respectful. She had to earn the liking of this mare. So that she would accept her into the herd, teach her the ways of gaining power. That was all she craved. Well, except for blood. Power and blood, it was all she truly wanted.

As the chief landed and made her way to Coraline words began to pour from her lips. She said hello, then stated that it was good to see someone show respect to a clan and chief. Point one. Good, she was doing well at this. At least the chief knew that Coraline meant respect towards her. She hadn't messed it up yet. A slight smile lifted Coraline's lips, her head dipping as a bow when the chief proclaimed her name as Beautiful Disaster. Still Coraline was sure not to cross the border; the chief had not accepted her in. This made Coraline slightly agitated, but she did not show it on her face. She stayed cool and collected. This would take time. But her plan would work. She was doing so well.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Chief Beautiful Disaster. My name is Coraline." Another slight bow came from the mare as she introduced herself.

Now it was time to answer the chief’s question, what brought her here? She could not go out and tell all of the truth, which would most likely spook the leader. "I have heard stories told of the strong hand of the Loxain clan. It is not very often when one hears of a strong mare as a leader, who does not have some pitiful stallion to help her lead. That is why I am here. I wanted to meet the strong mare who did not need any stallion, or any other equine be it mare of stallion in fact, to help her lead a powerful land." Coraline's head nods as she speaks. This was the truth. Coraline was very interested to meet a mare who did not need the help of any other equine to rule one of the most powerful clans. The mare desperately wanted to meet one of the few mares who could gain her respect.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~

My Words.
My thoughts.
My voices.
As Coraline's words fell from her lips she could see that the mare was not impressed. Blue ears gently flip sideways, wondering what on earth was the problem with the leader. Coraline was only speaking truth, well. Part of the truth. Was that what was pissing her off? Could the mare tell that Coraline was not speaking the truth? The mare had heard of beasts that could read minds of other equines. Maybe the leader was one of those. But could that be? The mare had made no signs that she knew of Coraline's blood lust, and any other would at least act a bit put off because of it. Coraline's head shook violently. She did not like this. First of all she was having to act well, act respectful. She was also having to speak, when she was so used to just killing. Next this leader was making the speaking so confusing. A low, barely audible snarl ripped past the mare's lips. This was not how this was supposed to go. Well, it obviously could not get any worse. So, she might as well tell all of the truth.
"I was not speaking wrong when I said that I was respectful of your power. I am. I crave power and just want to be close to it, to learn from it and hopefully get some for myself." Her words were as cold as the ice that flowed through her veins now, showing that she was no more wanting to impress.

This whole conversation was wearing on her nerves and the fact that the chief's words were laced with sarcasm slowly broke them. She stated that Coraline had met her, then said good day, her form turning from Coraline and beginning to walk away. Her back is turned. You could just kill her. Coraline's head shook wildly. She couldn't kill the chief. She didn't want that. She wanted to join the herd, not rule it. Maybe some day the mare would have a land of her own, but that would not be now. Still, the equine was furious. Nape stretches out, ears laid flat back and mixing in with her thick mane. A deep, predatorial, snarl erupted from the mare's lips with it a thick gust of frost, her sharp and blood stained fangs showing. She did not follow the mare. She knew this must be some sort of test. As the mare's anger rose the air just around her began to grow cold with the anger in her blood.
"I suppose I was wrong about you. A leader is only as strong as her members. And if I am correct, you have very few of those. So, your strength must be faltering. You must also be a fool for walking away from a strong equine who wishes to be a member." Body shakes with agitation, front dagger like hoof cutting into the ground in front of her. The mare's words were sharp and heated, showing her anger. Head shakes violently. A wild line of giggles rolling from her lips. "But go ahead, prove me wrong again. Show me that you are the mare that so many have spoken of. Or let me leave. It's your choice, dear." Ice eyes glare at the mare's back, waiting to see what this chief would do. Sure the mare would be sad to have her respect turned down if the chief chose to leave, but she could just move on to another clan. This mare was not the only strong leader. Coraline knew that. She could move on easily. But she did not want to leave, she wanted to join this herd. It had the reputation she wanted. But it was up to the leader.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~

My Words.
My voices.
Coraline could hear the sarcasm laced in the leader's words, but she chose to ignore it, ice blue eyes rolling silently. This game should be fun! Coraline chuckled lightly at the sarcasm, if she was trying to anger her anymore it would not work. The mare had reached her limit. The limit where she now believed everything to be funny. It was all a joke now, all a game. If she won the game she could join the herd. If not? Well then she could just leave and find a new herd. Maybe someday she could come back here. Show this fool what a mistake she had made in crossing her. But that would all be up to the leader. She could choose to keep Coraline here, or she could choose to have a strong opponent somewhere in the future. The mare did not mind. Oh no, either would be just as fun as the other

As the chief was obviously growing angry her head sharply turned to look at Coraline, which caused the mare's lips to turn up in a sharp smirk. "Ah, there we go." A sharp line of laughter bubbled up from the mare's lips as she saw the obvious anger in the chief's eyes. The mare spoke out angrily, asking how dare she, turning once more to face Coraline. As the mare walked closer rocks of lava began to fly into the air. Ah, so she was acting out. The mare once more rolled her eyes. The mare then once more began to speak out of anger. Saying that the lack of members was due to the previous rulers. Coraline gently scoffed at those words. "Do not blame your failures on the past." Her words were sharp and hostile, though they seemed slightly amused. This was all a game to her. The chief then continued to speak. Asking if Coraline thought she was the only pretty mare to ever spill blood, the only equine to crave power, saying something then about her voices in her mind. Coraline gently scoffs at all those words. She wanted to act like she knew everything? She didn't. "Awh, you think I'm pretty?" Her words were cooed out with a thick lace of sarcasm. "Oh no. You know about my voices. You must know everything!" Her voice held mock fear. A laughter bubbling from her lips. "But if you did, wouldn't it make sense that you knew that the voices were not the things that made me strong? Ah, yes it would." A mad roll of giggles fall from the mare. "My voices are not what give me strength, neither is my beauty, or my craving for power. Oh no, it is quite another craving." Ice eyes squint slightly, starring down the chief. "My craving for the flesh of others is the thing that makes me strong. It has taught me how to hunt my own kind. How to take down prey that few would hope to be able to handle. My lusting for blood has helped me learn the truths of life that few learn. It has helped me grow stronger with the teachings and blood of many other equines who have fallen under my hooves. I kill for fun? Oh no, I kill to live. And that has provided me with skills that few hold." Coraline's words were spoken slowly, getting out her message. Ones who did not hunt their own kind did not hold the strengths that Coraline held.

The chief turned the sharp edges of the rocks towards Coraline, stating that she would have to prove that she was worthy of joining the herd. But Coraline was not a fool. She knew that this mare’s magic had to be stronger than Coraline’s. The mare had only been in this land for a short time, not long enough to truly control her powers. So, she could not take on this mare with magic. Coraline squinted her eyes once more. ”I am no fool, I know that you are stronger than me in magic. So, I will not attack you.” Coraline’s eyes gently roll. If she had to revert to magic in a fight then that meant that she must not be that strong in actual combat. But Coraline would not speak that out loud, she did not want those sharp points coming towards her. Coraline took a deep breath in, allowing the slow breath to gently calm her nerves. No need to get herself into a mess where she got hurt. It always seemed as if she set out on a good quest and ended up getting angry. Coraline gently laughed at herself. Then her icy eyes stared down the mare, brows slightly rising, daring her to make a move towards an equine that was not attacking.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~