// Silent Whispers, Silent Tears ;;

[// Qntal ;;]

Q.N.T.A.L.

"From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow"

The moon was high in the sky, shining brightly in it's full glory. A cold wind whipped across the sea, and down the beach with a cold fury. Bright stars shimmered in the black sky, catching the orbs of many creatures that dared to step upon the cool sand and look across the ocean. The waves splashed against the sand, foaming with every clash against the terrain. The wet sand clings to the dark rocks that peek out from the water's, crabs laying upon the sand. A sharks fin surfaced from the ocean depths, swimming threatening through the waters, searching for a midnight snack. The wind tossed through the psalm trees that stood tall and at attention. A cave stood in the distance, dark and forbidding, empty of any living soul. The scent of the sea, salty and another exotic scent, swirled through the land. It was a breathtaking, beautiful sight but truely, was ok to be out that night?

Tell that to the equine galloping across the beach. A small crown was lifted high, finely shaped bones covered by a white flesh and powerful muscles knitted together. Auds were pricked, the tear - drop shaped things listening for the sound of daggers sinking into the wet sand. Forelock was falling against her temple, hiding her gaze from view. Her orbs were large things, with thick lashes framing them. Their color was the purest of ivory pearl, a gleam in their depths. Her nostrils were flared as she scented the ocean, but also for the scent of a equine who could threaten her or hurt her once more. Her crown connected to a arched neck, as she pranced from the ocean like the queen she knew she was. Her thick, onyx tangled mane fell down to her chest and brushed her pillars, the eagle feather sticking out like soar thumbs. Her small chest glistened with salty water, torso and rump littered with strands of seaweed that had laid upon her flesh as she galloped across the water. Plume rolled down, intangling itself with her back pillars. Ivory daggers sank into the wet sand, leaving faint prints upon its surface. Her pelt was cool to the touch, if anyone dared lay a hand upon her, the flesh satinly soft and the color of the purest ivory, with onyx mane, plume, stockings, maw, and tips of her auds. Silver lining her hocks. She was truely a beauty to glance upon, though some scars did run across here and there.

The femmora came to a stop, her nostrils flaring as she took in deep breaths. Her bodice shivered slightly, the cold air cooling the water upon her cool flesh. Her orbs flickered from place to place, hoping to spot the sight of another equine...that wouldn't hurt her just to hear the sweet cries as she whimpered in pain. The femmora shivered again, not from the cold, but in fear as dark thoughts rushed through her mind. The years of torture and raped she had experienced by those she had thought she could trust. Now she knew better, knew that she could never trust anyone truely for in the end their greed would tear her to shreds, and she would be nothing more then a empty shell that once had a spirit and mind of itself. She was holding her sanity together by threads, but she was hanging on. Qntal was no quiter, and wouldn't give up without a fight. No matter how hard some tried to break her into little pieces as though she was nothing more then a slave and a toy for their pleasure. No, not anymore.

Tossing her crown, the femmora turned her gaze to the ocean and relaxed. The scent of the sea calmed her beating heart, and took away the worries of the world. A soft sigh escaped her satin muzzle as the wind played with her mane, and the water's lapped softly at her dagges. Her orbs closed, muscles lax under her flesh. Her warm breath formed a small cloud of air, as she snorted softly. Her auds pricked, turning her crown as she stared into the darkness as she whirled. Her auds picked up the sound of daggers slamming into the terrain, causing her to shiver in anticipation and fear. Who is there? she questioned, lyrics soft and musical but full of distrust.

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[Steph]

Darkness covered the lands of Forevermora as the sun gave way to the moon. The sky held a smoky hue its darkness slightly illuminated by the father moon and his children. The moon sat high in his thrown pushing on his boundaries. Stars, shadows in the moons fullness, glowed with silver edges guiding the sightless creatures below. Offering them what little refuge they could. The earth’s sprit whipped across the open waters spreading a salty aroma for miles. Waves engulfed themselves as the splashed on shore, taking as much as they could back to sea. Tide pools were strewn across the sand vulnerable to passing creatures Seagulls circled the pools searching for an easy evening morsel. The pools inhabitants lay vulnerable waiting for the ocean to rescue them. But for some creatures the rescue would not come…

Onyx pillars splashed in small pools, voiding them of water. The creatures lay gasping for air, and after a few minutes died leaving their carcass for the gulls. The water hit my body and almost in vengeance sent chills through it. This terrain was unlike any I had been in, the way the ocean fulfilled every sense invigorated me. I threw my boa to the wind relishing in the feeling as it tossed my russet banner in the air. No trees stood around me and the force of the wind was unhindered, here it had free reins to the land. The sky was clear tonight, and the lush light from the moon and stars caused my coat to have a slight glow.


I slowed my gait to a walk and surveyed my surroundings. Little was visible to the orbs. But I could pick out the outline of the ocean and the waves covering the rocks. I moved myself closer to the salty water ambling along the edge allowing just my flints to get wet. However with as the waves grew bigger my pillars absorbed the salty liquid. My thorns rotated about their axis but the only sound audible was the crashing of waves. I was down to my last sense but it was the most valuable. Inhaling I caught the wind as at came towards me; carrying with it the information I needed to know. Salt was the main spice and its scent tickled my nares. There was the scent of smaller creatures; gulls, fox, rabbits. I threw those to the back of my mind as I came across two scents that sparked my interest. Coyotes and a lone mare.

The once I focused on first was that of coyotes. They were nasty buggers and powerful in numbers. I couldn’t tell precisely how many there were, but there was enough to keep alert. Halting I made a deep rumble in my chest my front pillar came forward and I dug at the sand. They had much better vision then equines, and I wanted to let them know they had blown their cover. If I didn’t not plain on finding the mare I would have sought out the pack and picked the off. However, my desire to find the mare masked the desire for killing. Leaning back on my haunches I propelled my body forward following the scent of the fae. They coyotes followed in my wake, they did not heed my warning.

After a few hundred feet her scent became stronger than that of the clashing tides. I slowed my pace and called out to her. My vocal was deep almost a growl as it was a mixed signal for the mare and to my stalkers yet another warning to keep themselves hidden like the cowards they were.



I spotted her a few feet away and ceased my movements. Her pelt was of a frosted hue appearing almost silver as the reflection of the water hit it. Her inky markings, tassels and tail coloration was large contrast to the rest of her pelt. But even more appealing was the silver tips which she possessed. As she turned I noticed the feather embedded in her plume, well this was perhaps the most intriguing equine I had seen. My harks came forward as she exhaled, and whirled in my direction. She seemed startled; perhaps my call had gotten carried away with the wind. Who is there? As her soft lyrics reached my awaiting harks I knew I my call had not reached her.



I gave a soft nicker trying not to spook the dazzling femme more than I already had. Taking a few strides closer I stopped I could see her beauty more clearly now, and she was even more stunning that I first thought. “I did not mean to startle you.” I paused waiting for her to relax. “I am Bishop, ruler of Knightly Rise. May I ask for your bestowal? “

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