-- true intentions.

[( arizona )]

everyone scream.
'cuz life's no fun with out a good scare.

The life of the bitch and stopped here, she had found a land she had never been in before, her fucked up life had grinded to a halt. Yeah, her life, like most of yours, wasn't as perfect as she would have liked it. Arizona did often find herself saying fuck my life pretty often and not in a nice way either, not that those words could ever be nice in themselves. Not saying that her life was by far the worst out there, but it wasn't the greatest either, she had, had a shit childhood and well, her life now wasn't turning out to be really too much better at all. Though she'd make it better, just you wait and see, it wouldn't take long for her to do so anyway, Arizona just had to get out there and make a name for herself in this new land she had never entered before. That was really, if you thought about it, all the crimson colored harlot had to do. It was easy, for someone like Zona here to do, she'd easily let the maggots crawl in the heads of the equines that she smashes into the ground. With the left over blood pouring into the ground, the bodies smashed up into the muck of the cold and rainy day, oh how'd she enjoy something like that. Watching everything they knew pour away into the soft mushy like ground, oh how marvellous that would be, to watch, enjoy and to take part in. See, Arizona wasn't like a little kitten, all fluffy, ready to play, she was more like a cougar, ready to pounce on those who she hates. That's not even some figure of speech either.

Fuck, yeah, she was a bitch, and well she was going to make everyone who crossed her paths know this, sure, maybe that was a little bit cocky, but Arizona wasn't all that worried, she was a cocky female. With the half crescent moon in the night dark sky, with the stars twinkling above, the single lone mare walked, stretching her legs out. Her front, guiding her to where she wished to go. Kicking up the slight dirt as she moved, hind legs dug and as they did, her flak muscle shoed, her Arabian lines was clear. As her muscles showed, the dragon tattoo tribal markings upon her left side tensed; glowing red. She liked the marking that she had, it was true that loads of equines had other markings, but, she thought that her own made her personality all summed up into one, she was like a dragon, strong, fiery, and ready to kill when she had to. She was a bitch, and the fire crimson colored arabian knew it, yet it never occurred to her that she needed to change. Not only that, Arizona didn't want to change either way. Her mouth was going to get her into so much trouble one day, yet she was still going to be the same way, or at least, the same way that she always was, no changing for her, she learnt to bit danger in the ass, rather than letting it bite her back, it was how she got on top of situations. You could say.

As she continued to walk on, the trees passed her by, seeing as she was in a forest, there was bound to be a load of them, with every step that she stood, though the colors of green, brown were beginning to annoy her, though she couldn't see much at this moment in time. Since it was, right now, night time. The only thing that was guiding her, was the light she go from the moon up in the night sky. But that didn't matter to Arizona, the dark, was one of the things that she was not scared of, obviously, if she was, that would be a shitter for her wouldn't it? Seeing as she had no problem ripping into the bodies of other equines with her own teeth. Arizona surely would be a laughing stock, if she allowed something little and petty like that to bug her, flicking her locks against the mound of her bodice, hitting upon her stomach, her harks twitched, flicking, and listening out to the sounds that were around, whilst she continued to guide herself through the forest she was now in. Looks like she wasn't in her birth place anymore.

[A S A R]

YOU TAKE THE BREATH RIGHT OUTTA ME !

Most lived each and every day taking a breath.

Every breath got them to the next.

Most could not live without lungs.

Except for Descaro.

The black stallion was born without lungs. Most new born babies always take that first breath and begin to cry. He never took a single breath; he just simply stood up and went about his very merry business. The fact that he never took a single breath worried his parents, but Descaro was fine, it never bothered him that his chest never rose or fall with each breath he took. Of course, later on talking became an issue, but when he was a year old he found that he could project his speech through his mind into the air.

Descaro really was one of a kind.

He looked up at the looming forest with a sense of apprehension. He could feel the evil and lost souls roaming around within the cluster of trees. He had heard the stories. Why he was here he did not know. But Descaro had not real home; his parents had been mere nomads, living on the edge of the alliances refusing to join their ranks. In fact, Descaro was born on the bridge between the two alliances, making him belong to no true alliance, but his parents lived around the White alliance the most, which was why the phoenix tribal marking on his chest glowed blue. If he had lungs, he would have taken a breath of apprehension before stepping into the forest. Quickly, the darkness swallowed up his body, his eyes quickly adjusted to the sudden lack of light and allowed his senses to lead the way.

As alone as he felt, he knew he was really not alone.

The stallion could feel the other creatures thriving in the world’s largest forest, little forest dwellers and the souls of the pack that used to live here. In the distance he heard the sound of something crashing through the trees and making a racket. Allowing curiosity to drag him along he followed the sounds and came upon a Black alliance chestnut mare with four white socks and a blaze. Bright blue eyes carefully studied her and weighed the pros and cons of picking up a conversation with her. One question burned his mind and could not keep him from asking her,
It is uncommon to find others in Arcova’s Forest at night, what brings you into this dark forest?
He stood his ground and watched her carefully, ready to spring out of the way should she feel the need to attack.

But, what a hypocritical question for him to ask.

Descaro did not know why he too was in the forest. But there was nothing truly interesting for him to be doing other than sleep, and he was far too bright eyed and bushy tailed to bother to sleep, not with so many things in the world to be discovered. Judging by her lighter frame, the black burly stallion figured he could take her if she wanted to attack first and ask questions later.

Sometimes those Black Alliance dwellers would rather taste your blood than hear about your interests.

[( arizona )]

Maybe soon the fiery chestnut colored female will find something that was going to bring herself out of this moment of boredom that she was feeling. She couldn't help it, but that was what the Arabian was feeling, mainly because she had no place in the lands right now, meaning she didn't live in any herd, knew no one and had no one to terrorize. Though maybe soon, maybe after getting to know this place just that little bit more the Arabian mare would have something else she could do, all it was going to really take was just a little bit of time she guessed. However the only thing was, she was more likely to get a little bit ratty over a situation. She wasn't one of the best at keeping her anger locked away in a box; she just liked or had no control over letting it loose. Oh well, the one causing the anger will soon learn that it is not one of the best things you should do around her. But yet, how can anyone here know that for a while? She has yet to meet a single being here. Well for now anyway, she was walking through the darkness in the dark, it was night time, who did she really expect to meet? Most equines stayed out in the day - not the night, they weren't nocturnal. Unless there was someone as stupid as she was you could say walking through the forest at night, especially when you don't know what type of beasties were around in the night here, or well she didn't.

Digging her hoof into the ground she pushed through the air particles, moving them out of her way as she went along. Turning her nose up at anything she saw that she knew would unlock her anger, seeing as she didn't have a very good grip around it. Though sometimes it was fun to let it loose on someone around that she didn't know. Flicking out her light colored chestnut locks, she allowed it to swing around her hocks a few times, allowing it to brush lightly up against her skin. Harks flopping forward and twitched upon the top of her dial, muscles moving them, catching a hold of the sounds they herd, sending the vibrations that made up the sounds to her brain. "Oh really, bebe." She spoke in reply after hearing the sounds of a few words, not knowing who or what it was. She twisted her neck allowing her head to move and spy upon the black colored stallion obviously by the sound of his voice that spoke to her. Chapped lips pressed firm together as the corner of her lips slid up into a smirk, though they soon parted again as she allowed them to open to reply to the question he spat. "I dunno, I just arrived in this place, I've never been around here before and you could say, I'm restless at this moment in time." She chuckled lightly, as she stood a couple of feet away from the brute, not knowing what he'd do if she got to close, not that she was scared, she'd rather not be ripped into if he attacked un-expectantly.