The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
This is not a place to put characters on hold. This is a place to die. Once they are gone here, they're gone forever. This is an In Character Board, not an Out of Character board where you just tell what characters are here and which are gone.
- with this knife i'll carve thee wings [Apex]
IP: 96.52.20.178
Posted on June 4, 2011 at 10:54:10 PM by - cold blooded murderer
Dear diary,
Tonight will be our last.
My hands are itching for razors.
Dawn apprehends the pair when they reach the Beach, touching the sands with it's bright morning light, pushing back the blackness to where it could not hide the stalkers anymore. Lovie did not mind; they moved as shadows as they were, quick and dark, wolves on the prowl. This was her favorite place to hunt, where silence and death reigned supreme, and the sands were already coated with the blood of the fallen. It beckoned their murders, embracing it with grim, open arms.
Her dark eyes were quick to weed out the living from the dead, finding an old chestnut stallion walking slowly across the sands, the tides licking at his hooves as he went. With a small nod, Lovie pulled away from her newfound partner's side, breaking out into a brisk canter across the stained sands, moving with the grace and elegance of her breed and gender, the cunning of a predator. The stallion did not even notice her until she passed him and, with utmost skill, ducked in front of him and kicked out at him with deadly accuracy. Her hooves find their mark precisely on his knees, shattering the bone with their fluent, powerful force. The old stallion screamed and crumpled face-first into the ground, the tidewaters splashing at his nostrils, making him choke and sputter as he fought to face his attacker.
"You bitch!" the red stallion growled, glaring up at the dark gray mare. Lovie merely smirked, stepping closer until her hooves are inches from his face. He tried to snap at her skin with his teeth, but his attempts were in vain - he was too weakened by pain and age, and she was too fast by experience. Lovie looked to Apex, gesturing for her to join her. "You decide how you want him to end. He's ours to torture as you please."
My angel, I'll tear your insides out.
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