Dare. (Open)

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SIN

Blood dripped tauntingly, slowly, teasingly along her muzzle. The warmth made a shiver of pleasure run along her spine. Her tongue snaked out before the droplets could leave her maw, the metallic taste dancing across her taste buds. She cast a weary glance toward the floor, watching as the remaining shimmer of light in the still opened oracles dimmed. The carcass of a young foal lain at her feet. Any sane mare would feel bad about what Sin had just done. But Sin wasn't sane. Far from it in fact. As she looked at the unmoving body, she felt the excitement and dark, sick and twisted pleasure she got from slaughtering this innocent, helpless being. Smirking, she then let her tongue swipe over her maw, removing the last traces of the blood. She stepped over the body, and then picked up into a frighteningly graceful trot. The smell of blood still lingered on her, knowing that it still clung to her pitch black pelt and cascading banner and whip cord.

She moved swiftly, not bothering to hide herself from those whom she passed. Many eyes followed her, she ignored them all. She was a sight to behold. Covered from head to foot in scars, all almost silver in shade. In the sunlight, they seemed to shimmer. She was what you would personify as dangerous beauty. She radiated an aura that would warn off even the most abrupt, confident and daring of equines. Usually she would put on an act, but she'd gone without a kill for days and couldn't hold it in anymore. She couldn't calm herself enough to put on the facade of innocence right now, and she really wanted to get out of the damn heat. Suddenly, the perfect hide out came into view. A large, cave like opening appeared. Not one to be nervous of anything, she veered off straight toward it. As soon as she entered the cold, damp atmosphere surrounded her. She continued forward, her expression turning to one of acute interest as the ground beneath her began to slope. She was pretty sure this wasn't a cave. Her assumptions were right. She was in a tunnel.

Sin found herself emerging into a large, open chamber. The ceiling was pretty high for underground, which surprised her. Intrigued, she came out from the shadows. Her hooves made little noise as she carried herself on her lithe daggers. There were a few equines dotted around. Some engrossed in conversation, others looking thoroughly bored. She was amused. Looking around again, she caught eyes with a few horses. One went to make a step toward her, but she shot him down with a glare. He bristled at first, but then she bared her ivories at him. The look of fright that flashed over his features, even if he tried to hide it, was priceless. Everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw her teeth. Each one was sharpened to a complete point, as a sharks might be. She didn't know why, she had been born with them. But they sure did come in handy. Continuing into the chamber, she stopped just off center. She felt more eyes upon her, but she ignored them. Her cranium dropped and she blew a gust of air into the ground. Dust danced around her, causing the nearer equines to splutter and sneeze. Chortling quietly, she lifted her cranium once more and let her tongue swipe her lips once more. She was more than pleased to find that there were still traces of blood upon them.

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Atlas had ventured away from the warmth of the sun, and had found his way into a maze of tunnels and caverns. He had wanted to get out of the heat for a bit, and this place was cool and damp, a perfect place to rest for a bit before heading back out. His dappled coat seemed out of place in the darkness, but the large stallion really didn't mind. What he was acutely focused on was not hitting his head. Some of the tunnels' ceilings were exceptionally low, and considering Atlas stood at nearly twenty hands high, he had to watch the way he carried himself. The many different paths, along with the darkened stone, reminded the old horse of his home. It didn't seem like such a long time ago that he had been driven away, and only because of a jealous lead who was afraid of his large height. Tossing his mane, Atlas pushed away the though, that was the past, and he didn't want to be reminded of things that made him unhappy.

As he worked through the different tunnels, he rarely passed by any horses. Atlas simply figured whomever entered stayed closer to the entrance of this place, while he had ventured further. It seemed many were uncomfortable or afraid of the dark, although he didn't know why. He had never truly had a reason to be afraid of most things, and so wasn't. Whether those things be other horses, or even predator animals. Most took one glance at the behemoth, and presumed him to be a threat without ever truly getting to see what a kind horse he could be. Atlas never took it personally though, his kind and respectful personality always helping him to gain some type of companions throughout his journies. Steel blue optics scanned the area before him before he decided to turn down the furthermost tunnel. Keeping his head low, Atlas moved with relative ease considering his height. He wasn't too loud either, only a light clopping noise made by his hooves.

After a few minutes of walking, the stag turned sharply to the right and down a larger tunnel. He was able to bring his head back up, and scanned the darkness. He didn't see the mare until his large shoulder bumped her. Atlas stopped abruptly, taking a few quick steps back. “Oh my, I'm sorry,” he said, his deep voice apologetic, “I didn't see you there.” As Atlas lowered his skull to get a better look at the mare, he noticed a metallic smell wafting off of her, and instantly knew it to be blood. Why did she smell so deeply of it though? On closer inspection, her obsidian pelt held no open wounds, just many silvery scars. Atlas thought all of this to be strange, but his eyes held no fear, simply a curiosity to know about this new horse.

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SIN

Her teeth grazed the lower part of her leg as she scratched at it mercilessly. She knew slight scratches were starting to form on it, but she found no pain in them. She's suffered worse. Much worse. Absorbed in the insistent itch, she hadn't really heard the thud of approaching hooves. Well, not until their owner thumped into her. Her sharpened ivories sliced the skin on her leg and she narrowed her oracles in disgust. Sure, she liked the taste of others blood but not her own. Pulling her cranium up slowly, she tuned in to whatever excuse was spurting from whoever had bumped into her. The tone made her bristle, if she had hackles they would be risen. Apologizing wasn't something she could do, or enjoyed listening to. She still hadn't looked at the stag, of which she knew he was from scent. Turning quickly on her heels, her oracles came in line with a chest almost. An expression of amusement danced over her elegant features, letting herself look up to the massive brute. And he really was huge, there was no denying it. A smirk tugged at her lips, careful to hide her ivories from him. She pulled the sweet, innocent facade on as if it were a piece of clothing. So easy to change. "Christ, what did your mother feed you when you were growing up?" she chuckled, her dark as night oracles still caressing his huge form. His size definitely commanded attention, but it didn't intimidate her as it may with other equines.

She stepped back, glancing around her. With his shadow cast in the already darkened caverns, she came to realize how hard it must be for others to see. No wonder he had ran into her, oh, and the fact that his eye level was so far away from where she stopped. But, to her, this was just like being outside. She was used to the dark surroundings, the tunnels would be places she'd usually seek out to reside in. Her eyes, over time, had grown used to this sort of environment, it suited her just fine. She cast a bored glance over the large brute once again, now completely unaffected by his sheer mass. "Go on then, enlighten me with your name." she drawled, looking past his shoulder and aiming her glance at the wall behind him. Inside, her mind was bubbling with laughter. She hadn't put on an act this good in weeks. She was extremely careful to hide her hysterics on the outside, knowing her expression would never betray her. Throwing a slight yawn in as if to add to the facade, her inner laughter increased. Oh, she was good. The only thing now though was, how long could she keep it up?

OOC: I don't like this post at all, so sorry it's so bad ): Next one will be better, I promise! (:

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Steel blue eyes looked down at the mare as she commented on his size. He simply chuckled, giving a small shrug, “Seems mountain grass is more nutritious than it looks.” Atlas noticed the femme didn't seem intimidated, and he was happy to see it didn't, it wasn't like he was out to scare everyone. His dappled coat seemed out of place in the dark tunnels and next to the obsidian mare, but he hardly noticed. However, the stag could still smell the scent of blood, and his curiosity was peaked. “Excuse me if this is out of line, but are you alright? You smell a bit of blood,” he asked her in his kind tone, hoping he wasn't intruding on things she didn't want others knowing. As the stallion patiently awaited her answer, he slowly shifted his weight from leg to leg, taking pressure off of his joints. He hadn't realized how accustomed to standing and moving around on the soft earth he had been until he was here, standing on the hard stone. Atlas may not be the youngest stallion around, but he was far from deteriorating. Signs of his older age were visible though, such as the whiter colors around his maw and towers.

Shaking out his short banner, Atlas glanced the mare up and down as she asked for his name. “I go by Atlas,” he rumbled. He noticed she wasn't looking directly at him, but instead past him at the far end of the tunnel. The stud didn't comment about it, because it seemed rude to him, and he prided himself on his gentlemanly mannerisms. As she yawned, Atlas felt that something wasn't quite right about this mare. She seemed innocent and kind, yet she smelled of blood and had scars littered across her bodice. Of course, Atlas understood that some had pasts they would rather not talk about, so he didn't question her, just in case. Audlits flicked back and forth as the brute paid attention to both the mare and his surroundings, always alert although not cautious or wary. Atlas hadn't realized that he had stopped looking at the mare until his optics refocused back on her. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?” he asked, realizing he didn't even know the femme's name.