Secrets can kill [OPEN]

[PARADOX]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png] Click, click, click. Hoof on stony rocks, made that noise. Click, click, click. Like a time bomb, waiting, second by second, waiting for it to explode. Boom. Bye, bye to everything you knew, not mention yourself, if you found yourself close to the explosion. Eyes closed on a painted face, she walked. Her body soaking in the warmth of the season. Her painted flank glistened in the sunlight. If one would see her, they could assume she was a nice little mare, kind hearted and warm. That couldn't be farther from the truth. She wasn't the cold hearted bitch like some mares, but she was all warm and friendly either. She was what you would call, in between. She had emotions but never shows them. She has never felt love for anyone other then her parents, who have long gone passed. Not that they could stomach what she turned into. She assumed, change was a part of life. Weather you asked for it or were forced to adjust to it. You couldn't change it. Paradox, well she had adjusted quite well. Opening her blue eyes, she felt them adjust to the lighting, scanning the rocks, she let out a satisfied sigh. She wasn't where she wanted to call home, if that place even existed, she was a visitor in these lands. She took a step closer to the water hitting the stony ground. She felt the chilled air the ocean brought to her. The fresh smell that drifted over the waves. Paradox let a smile play on her lips. The feathers in her mane and tail drifted. She remembered those things, she had tried before to remove them, they always bothered her, yet, they wouldn't budge. She had them as long as she could remember, weird. Some horses in this land had stuff like her own attached to them, others didn't. She supposed maybe her parents had given them to her as a child, as she had heard the net in her tail was for good luck. A low chuckle escaped her lips. She couldn't help but wonder if her parents thought it was a good luck charm when them and their herd was being slayed. She supposed not. It was days like these she wondered if their lives hadn't be interrupted, how she would have turned out. Would she be happily mated with a stallion or took care of her? Would she have a couple babies running around? Would she be the soft-hearted, kind mare her mother was? Or was the darkest that now enveloped her soul always there, threatening to over take her "good" heart., Paradox liked who she turned out to be, she would often try to convince herself she didn't, but in the end, the truth would be played out and she would admit she loved herself. Her new personality, her new life. She didn't live in a secret, thanks to her family and friends being dead, she didn't have to act like she was someone else. A new territory, new horses, new everything. She couldn't wait to seep in hooves in the newness of this life. Her eyes flashed, excitement and amusement danced in the depths. Life's what we make it, if you don't make it, sucks for you Paradox said to herself. Ears pointed forward, she listened for movement of life.

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[APOLLYMI]

The crimson painted boulders were more than large enough to hold the sturdy mare's ebony bodice as she treaded slowly, deliberately, across their surfaces. Her long black tresses blew softly in the saltwater breeze that drafted around her, the chestnut tips highlighted beautifully by the setting sun. She was beautiful, and yet her strength emanated from every muscular that clenched under her supple pelt. A small red fox, it's canines gleaming in the natural light, trotted beside the femme. The companionship between them was obvious. There was no master, and there was no puppet - they were of equal powers, each with their own set of weapons. The alliance between the beasts of unequal proportions was without words, only their feelings communicated to each other.

At the moment, both equine and canine were fairly calm, a very unusual feat for the mare's boiling blood that ran through her veins. She was a chaotic being at best, true to the Proeliators ancestry that she proudly claimed. Her crimson-mahogany orbs glowed with the silence of her mind. Such a thing was not very usual for her; she was usually bubbling over with emotions and hard-edged malice toward any other beings, a desire to argue and a greed for herself. But no, her dial was empty. That is, until the scent of another of her kind wafted to her widened nostrils.

Ears pricking in interest, her legs stepped forward with renewed purpose. The fox padding along beside her rushed forward, energized by the edgy excitement that coursed through his body, as well as his companion's. The mare's click, click of her hooves was muffled by the soft golden sands of the beach far before she reached the other female that was now within sight. She was a pretty one, painted chestnut and flaxen, with intricate markings and feathers entwined into her hair. She was fairly certain this lady was of her own species, sense it by her stance and raised head. She was a fighter, but not one that thirsted for blood like the Malums. Soft words, unintentionally spoken just loud enough to be carried by the ocean's breeze, were brought to her ebony auds. "Life's what we make it, if we don't make it, sucks for you."

The larger black mared chuckled and stepped forward. Her carnivorous companion rushed forward and nipped harmlessly, but almost threateningly, at the painted femme's hind hooves. "Indeed. I wonder as to what you're making of your life now, though, gazing into the distance. There is nothing there for us, friend." The entitlement of 'friend' slipped out of her maw before she could even think it. Once spoken, the crimson-eyed beauty realized that this could very easily become a newfound acquaintance. They seemed to be of the same fiery spirit, although first impressions could always be a trickery.

This is just my temporary posting template until I get an actual one. I wanted to RP too much xD So here you go; my first post with Apollymi!

[PARADOX]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/zm0135.png] Feeling the presence of another equine and canine, the painted mare tilted her lips upward. Flicking her ears back to show she knew the other mare approached, she remained in her position. Watching the waves tackle each other. A small snort escaped her nostrils. "Indeed. I wonder as to what you're making of your life now, though, gazing into the distance. There is nothing there for us, friend." She closed her eyes and with a soft laugh she turned her body half way to face the new mare. She felt the equine companion nip at her forelocks. Pinning her ears down to her mane, she glared at the small animal. What was she making of her life right now, she didn't know. She didn't really have a home, however she wasn't complaining, she didn't really have friends, but then she didn't need them. She loved her life at the moment. She wouldn't change anything. I agree, yet I wasn't wishing for a change, just admiring the view, friend the painted face of the mare studied the one in front of her. Taller then herself, only by a inch or so. Her color was a solid black, with some type of marking on her ankle. Interesting. Her mane and tail were black as well, however they had a rich brown fading to the bottom. Unique. Giving another glance to the mare's companion, she flickered her ears to it. She'd never been one to just have a little follower. Interesting. Since you already consider me a friend, with knowing only little about me, I suppose a name would be nice, yes? the mare spoke. Her voice held a hint of malice behind its depth, she could remember the day her tone of words changed, the day she felt different. Oh how she loved that day. Crystal blue eyes flickered across the mares face, her eyes a red shade of color. Weirdly enough, she had never came across a mare with such a unique shade. Paradox is my name, however feel free to call me what you wish but I may not respond or I will but not in the way one would presume she said, amusement danced in the depth of her orbs. The slight breeze wafted across her flank causing her mane to be lifted then dropped back on her neck.

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