A New Adventure (open)

My Words.

My Words

My Words.
My thoughts.
My voices.

The mare watched the young boy carefully. Finally he gained some grace and bowed to her once she had done the same. But this movement was obviously one that he had not used in some time. Strange, Coraline always found time to be elegant and formal, even to her prey. But that was not all horses and she could not hold it against him. Maybe he was not raised in a life where formalities were necessary. At this the mare snorted. Uncivilized beast. At this Coraline rolled her eyes. He was not uncivilized, just not brought up in the way that Coraline was. Maybe she could help him with this. At the thought of helping this young thing the mare chuckled wildly. She did not enjoy the company of many, but she could make an exception for this young thing, he was a foal after all. Maybe she could take him under her wing, teach him her ways. But no. He had not earned that. The mare pushed that thought far back into the recesses of her mind. Maybe he would earn the respect he would need to earn this offer, but he had not done so yet, so it was not a possibility. The mare's cold eyes once more fall on the boy, waiting for him to make his next move.

She noticed his body tense at her laughter, a look of cooled anger flitting across his face. Was he upset that she said he could not hurt her? Once again thick laughter rolled from her blood stained lips. Did he actually believe that he posed a threat to her? Foolish child. It was obvious that this boy could handle himself in a fight. His muscles spoke of living in a life that was hard, where he had to fight often. Those massive wings would allow him even more leverage in a fight. Still, he would be no match for her. Coraline was a predator, she knew her way around a kill and knew how to perform it flawlessly. The mare had taken down studs much larger than this young boy. He would be no match for her, an easy kill. But maybe, once he was taught well enough, he could be a worthy opponent. Though the mare never saw an instance where he could actually take her down Coraline knew that he could be a good fighter one day. One that would make it hard to win against, but win she still would. Another bubbling of insane laughter came from the mare, but she kept her words to herself. Waiting for the boy to speak to her. It was his turn to make conversation and she wanted to know just how well he would handle himself against her.

His words do finally float into the air. He asked her if she knew where he was, that he was new and wondering if she was from here. She had suspected that, he did not seem to fit into this world. The air of him was not from this world, but of the world that Coraline had come from before.
"You are in the land called Aeon."At this the mare shook her elegant head. "No, young one I am not from this land. I am from the place where I assume you are from. Earth." A toothy smirk lifted the mare's crimson lips. Oh how she had missed speaking to one that was not the voices inside her own head. "I passed through a portal much like the one I am assuming you came through, considering the fact that you were touched much like I was." Coraline pointed her spiraling horn to the wings that sat on the back of the young stud. If he was not from this land that meant that he had received those appendages in the rift, much like Coraline acquired her horn. Then her words stop, allowing the sharp silence to envelope them. Her cold stare never leaving the boy.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~

My Words.
My voices.

Coraline could sense that the boy was somewhat uneasy. But why shouldn't he be? He was in the face of a huntress, wouldn't anyone be nervous about that? Well they should be. The mare could snap this small beast in two with just a flick of her hooves. That thought caused the mare to laugh slightly. It would be quite fun to show this new comer just how dangerous this world could be. He would learn it sooner or later. But no, if she tore him to shreds then he would not want to play anymore. And Coraline did so dearly love to play. The mare tosses her head, trying to dislodge the thoughts of tearing this young boy to shreds from her mind. That would ruin the fun, end the game. And she was not finished playing.

She had spoken to him and yet no words seemed as if they would flow from his mouth. At this the mare pinned her ears back sharply, their blue form becoming lost in her thick mane. How dare he be so rude as to ignore her statements?! He would need to learn many things if he was to make it in this land. "You would do well to answer someone who has spoken to you." The mare's words are growled out, passing through teeth that were now barred. Whoever this colt thought he was he still needed to show respect to her. She deserved that. "Be careful not to anger ones who could so easily break you." Another snarl escaped Coraline's mouth as she spoke, teeth gnashing together, her head tossing about her neck wildly.

Ice eyes gently roll at the nervous beast. He looked as if he wanted to leave. Leave? But the game has just begun. But if he wanted to leave maybe the mare would give him the choice. If he turned his back for just a second the mare could easily come after him, start a whole new game. With a sharp flick of her thick tail the mare gave a heated snort. Then with one quick movement the mare turned from the boy. Long limbs gently carry the mare forward, elegant steps swaying as she moved. The beast began to hum some uninteligable tune as she slowly moved away from the boy, her ice eyes gently closing. It was his turn now. He could choose which game she would play. Either would be just fine with her.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~

My Words.
My voices.
Ears slightly flicked backwards as the young colt spoke out to her, asking her to wait up. The mare gently pursed her lips, ice eyes rolling towards the form of the boy racing up beside her. So, he did not wish her to leave? Pitty... The mare continued her steady trek forward, not stopping her movements just because he asked her to. Coraline wasn't one for listen to anything that others asked her to do. Ears quickly turn away from the boy, flicking forward. Eyes strained on the scenery before her, completely ignoring the boy. A test? Maybe. She did not want him to leave. So, maybe how he responded to her ignoring him would change her thoughts about him, whether for better or worse. Or she could just be toying with him as she would any other equine. But, this young colt had caught her attention. So her games would be slightly put to rest. Not that he was special. But there was something about the young boy. He made her stop and think about being kind, which few ever did.

As the mare continued her trek the boy once more began to speak. The boy asked Coraline to tell him more about the land. He said that he still did not completely understand how he got those large wings that hung on his shoulders. He asked if there were more like them. Asking if every horse here was born on Earth or if there were some born on Aeon. Coraline pondered all of the questions that seemed to be pouring from the boy's mouth like a water fall. He did ask some good questions, and so the mare decided to turn her attention back to him. Body stops its movements, neck arching in a way that she could lay her crystal eyes on the boy's form. Blue ears prick forward, a slight laughter coming from her lips at all of the questions. He sure is talkative. Eyes gently roll at the lyrics in her mind. "It is the rift that has bestowed upon us these beautiful appendages. There are many like us, though the additions that the rift allows are very different from each other. Just as it chooses to give these gifts the rift also allows some to go through untouched, so there are few who walk Aeon just as they had on Earth." The mare took a deep breath, preparing to continue on with her words. How the boy managed to speak so much without growing tired was beyond her. "There are native equines from this land. They are somewhat different than the equines from Earth, though."

Once more words began to tumble from the colt, as if it was a nozzle that needed to be shut off. Even though Coraline desperately wanted to tell the boy to be quite she kept her ears tipped forward, listening to every word that came from the boy, not allowing her emotions to show on her face. He asked for forgiveness, that he was not used to speaking. He said that his mom had taught him some, but very few. So, he was a lost soul. Here without his mother. Ears flip around wildly, trying to decide how on earth the mare should reply.
"I, as well, am not used to conversation." Though that was for a far different reason than the boy. She chose not to speak, only because she would much rather hunt. "And I too know how it feels to be transported into this world without family, alone."

~Gorgeous Nightmare~

My Words.
My voices.
Brows twist as the young colt acted as if she was running his life. Asking if it was ok for him to go out and see the world. Elegant head gently tips back at the boy's words. He did not need to ask her permission, but she did quite like that he thought he should. Crystal eyes turn downwards upon the boy once more. He just keeps talking. The mare chuckles inwardly at the voices. The boy surely could put on a show of words, though whether or not those words had any real substance to them was a whole other story. But that was something that could be worked on. This boy had something that few other equines Coraline had stumbled upon seemed to have, he had potential. Sure, he was rough around the edges. He still held the annoying need to speak too much as most children did, he had not completely learned all of his manners, and it was obvious that he was longing for something much different than this conversation that he kept going. But all of those things could be helped, they could be molded. He could make quite the fine horse, one day, with some help. The mare nods silently. And who better to help than herself? He could be her little project, she did need something to fill up her time. Between playing her games and hunting there was really nothing else to do in this land. Soon she would have her own land and fill her time with ruling, but that day had not come. So, she would have to fill her time with trivial things, like helping along the young stallion.

"The horses of Aeon are free to travel wherever they wish in thses lands. Though keep in mind that some of the lands are ruled by those who do not take kindly to trespassers." The mare tipped her head, thinking of one leader in particular that she would not like to meet again. Not now, but maybe when she was stronger, so that she could show the mare just how big of a mistake she made by running her off. She would rue the day. A tight smirk lifted the mare's lips at this thought, though she kept all other ezpressions free from her face. No need to let the boy in any more than she already had, he had not yet earned that. "I have met many of the equines of this land, though I must say I have never met one of the natives. Though I hear they are quite grand creatures. As for the other equines who live here I have found that most are quite trivial, not really worth ones time. Some are even worthless. But, I suppose to a young and learning colt it would be good to get out in the world and meet new faces. Learn what the horses of Aeon are like." Ears flick to the side that the boy was treading on, ice eyes turning to look at him. "But be careful, little one. For there are monsters who take the shape of equines in this world. They could fool you easily, take you into their trap and just like that you will be gone. Watch youself, pet." A laughter bubbled up from the mare as she gave a warning against a creature that so resembled herself.

~Gorgeous Nightmare~