When the Lights Go Out [ACHLYS/WHIP]

[Diati]

No sooner had Stolas reached the flat marshland had a vicious storm rolled into the land. No rain had fallen, yet, but the air was heavy and electric. Most other animals had long since sought refuge from the turmoil to come, but the white splashed stallion was not most others. He watched with barely hinged anticipation, waiting for the roiling black clouds to unleash their fury. He reveled in the chaos, the cracking thunder and the howling winds, in the dance of lights from the heavens above. He did not fear the wrath of what was to be unleashed. No, he knew that if he was harmed at all during the storm, it was divine justice for his wrong doing. Wading through a shallow pool, reeds tickling his hide, Stolas made his way towards a small hill, an insignificant lump amid the lowlands.

It would be his front row seat for the show. The world was a stage, and Stolas would be the audience, enraptured by the performance. With no one else around, what more had he to worry about?

No sooner had he reached the hill and gazed up at the tumultuous sky had the first act broken through. A distant rumbling gained momentum, growing louder and stronger, shaking the ground as it announced the arrival of the storm. Following it closely were the first few hesitant drops, so small as to barely ripple the marsh waters. Grinning from ear to ear, Stolas felt the vibrations of the chorusing thunder deep in his bones. Like a vicious beast, the growl of the storm grew, and lightning soon ripped across the sky, illuminating the dark clouds from within. The rain picked up in a flash, and soon the lone stallion was soaked, smiling like a mad man as the world came down around him.

His thoughts quietly drifted to that beautifully streaked mare, but he shoved it from his mind, intent on enjoying the storm. He would come back for her. He would always come back for her. But there was a time and place for hunting out his belongings, and another for acquiring new pretties for his collection. Letting out a deep chuckle as a harsh wind pulled at his mane and tail, something told him the storm would only be the beginning.

Whipster

[Whipster]

diamond studded fangs and a taste for passion

Achlys prowled the lands just outside of the marsh, her attention skewed across where her feet would pound the ground, pace only quickening at the presence of someone else. She could feel the storm starting overhead, and at least this pleased her. But the thought of someone being close enough to break her solitude was not acceptable, so she stalked forth. The mosaic painted woman kept her crown high, eyes focused forward with curls of smoke wisp around her head, against her lashes, and leave her shrouded in some sort of mist. Yes, she wanted to find the disturbance in her inner peace, tear it apart. Ot has just turned a month since her child, Elsweyr, has returned. Achlys can only hope that this means she has perished -- she has succumb to reality of being weak.

Flashes of lightening light up her face in the gray tinted lands, thunder cackles overhead but she is completely unfazed by it. Every second the storm rages on, a second closer she is to Stolas. It has been a long time since the predator had a victim; the life of crime, getting high, not caring, she misses that the most from before her child. These thoughts are pressed in the back of her mind, crown raising to inhale a deep breath of what was on the air. A stallion, no doubt, she could almost taste the testosterone. Her own yearly needs were sending vibrations down her spine, but Achlys was prepared to hold her ground this year. No man would tear away her bodies pride. Only the fittest of men deserved her, she was convinced.

The mare came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes flashed with vehemence, a violence, an insatiable hunger for raw skin and flesh. Her voice was a low hiss, though it retained softness and innocence, unrightfully so.

"Come here often?"


Diati _____ for achlys & stolas

[Diati]

Though the storm raged all around, a soft, sweet voice seemed to crash through the howling winds. In an instant, the stallion's white head spun around, his ears pricked forward towards the owner of such a saccharine sound. Lightning illuminating the world behind her, a stunning spotted mare with a malicious glint in her eyes stood before him. As the thunder chased quick on the heels of the flash, Stolas felt his heart skip a beat. Awestruck for a moment, he let the sight soak in, before a wicked grin spread across his lips. It's been a while. His voice betrayed nothing of his surprise, but still retained it's deep, rich resonance. But perhaps I should.

Something sinister seemed to radiate off of her; or perhaps it was the storm? Either way, he wanted her. On first glances she was beautiful. The mist surrounding her, framing her body in such a way to add a certain degree of mystique, Stolas scarcely realized how close she was. What did he care? What could she possibly do? His head held high and chest puffed out in a cocky display of his masculinity, the stallion was confident in his strength. One way or another, she would come to him. Feeling a familiar stirring within himself, only heightened by the tension in the air brought about by the storm, he found it difficult to start off being a gentleman, as he always did try.

Quite a show the Lord gives us. He murmured, never taking his eyes off of the mare. And such a lovely gift He gives me by bringing you here. A half step closer towards her, the growing hunger he felt must have been apparent in his eyes, in the way his muscles seemed coiled, waiting for her next move; all despite the smile playing across his features. His gaze roaming across her body, her hide was a chaotic display of spots and speckles putting holes in a blanket of white; no matter. Stolas would memorize ever spot by touch. What can I do to help you?

Whipster

I'm gonna throw up the breeding thread now~