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[Wintez Aqbar Kiatra]

^{Slender appendages decked high with alabaster carried the deep crimson frame into the realm. tail was held quite high, streaming behind frame as well as any banner. gait was that of a jaunty trot and her overall being was quite bouyant. chiseled head was held close to her chest, both to keep on eye on everything at once, and to more enjoy the day.
In a splurge of energy, hinds released a kick and the mare bucked once before transitioning her pace into a quick lope. this gait was continued until the chestnut female found herself upon a stream. dipping her fine arabian head to the refreshing aqua, lips parted and she sipped at the miniature river. a hind was thrust at the earth while she drank to remove some flies from her coat, before tail was flicked for the same purpose. again feeling the wind that beckoned her to spread her wings, head was tossed and hooves found themselves in a trot once more. the mare headed for nowhere in particular, though soon slowed and began to browse the greenery for anything noteworthy and enticing}

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**[ooc; not my longest by any means, but I used a few decent words 0.o lol]**

[Pyramid Head]

An inklike carcass seemed to drag itself across the claiming terra. The need for new members within his small herd was calling out to Pyramid. The lord of the darkest part of this world was just too lazy to get out and claim any mares that looked pleasing to the eye, and that could put up with a brute like him. Being here once before and at last learned the name and origins of this ground, it made it easier to find. Clumps of dirt was flung behind his powerful hooves as he crossed the land, indigo orbs glanced from left to right, trying to seek out any life that roamed around at this time of the day. More like searching for the closest pray. The unfortunate king loved to torment unsuspecting victims, never did he kill any of those who received his pestering, just tortured them until they struck back or ran away. Oh you bastard, Pyramid you.

The scent of a young mare came to his nares, orbs quickly scanned the area in where he now stood. It didn't take any time at all until he spotted the bay arab. A smirk creased his velvet mug before breaking into a slow canter. What to him was a silent wicker, came out as a booming whinny. No time flat was Pyramid trotting along side the fea. Well, hello there. The smirk stayed plastered over his face.

[Wintez Aqbar Kiatra]

Crimson facade had been buried in the lush foliage, enamels crunching away all the blades that passed through chiseled jaws. arched auditives has caught the approaching hoof steps, but paid them no mind until they had grown somewhat near. curved dial raised itself slowly from the grass, swallowing the remaining tidbits she has found. after the hessian's blunt screech -or so it seemed-, long crimson hock-kisser flicked some of the air bound pests from her hide. so irritating those flies and whatnot could be; they never knew when to call it quits. she wasn't aware of how alluring her blood must be, so relentless they are! and before the vagabond had spilled his speech from his lips, pikes were nailed in graves. even from here, by the very way in which this beast carried himself, the arabian could tell they would not get along. that obsidian behemoth held his head too high, the fire within his eyes burned with an inborn hate and anger. surely, even his words would try and sting. so it came as no surprise when he came trotting up, so full of confidence and sophomoric, when his lyrics held no feeling. well, unless you counted near bitter sarcasm. harks remained flattened against scarlet skull, though she was of a better nature and they made their way erect once more. banner flicked once more at her burgundy canvas, before song slided over tongue

Salutations

Her words were flat, void of any emotion. normally she was an extremely upbeat femme. but she held little patience for caliph's like this; used to striking fear, used to bending others, and as a whole, getting their way. she would not grant him it that easily. fear was a term rarely used in her book. Kiatra had been around much more deadly steeds than this one; ones that said nothing and found it amusing to simply attack a passing equine. if he keeps this up, he'll find out how hard this one is to frighten or move. not that her words held a challenge; she was wise enough to know that picking a fight with a larger male was quite insane. dark pools that usually held a vibrant glow now lay smoldered, becoming as readable and blank as slate of stone

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**[ooc; that was an ick post. excuse it]**

[Pyramid Head]

Everything about him had no meaning. He didn't wonder about the lands in a festive manner, greeting everything he saw. If you caught his eye, you were his. No matter if you wanted to be or go with him, Pyramid would capture you as his little pet. Toy with you until you couldn't take it anymore. Until you wished for his dynamic hooves to end your life. It was too easy to drive someone over the edge. Especially those of a kinder heart. Most couldn't stand in front of him and try to stare him down. Those eyes would burn into your memory. You'd awake from a sound sleep by just thinking about them. Soulless orbs. Even thoughs that thought they could scare him into submission found themselves at his mercy. Only a few could ever put the fear of God in him. And those would forever go nameless. Sure he wasn't the meanest and tough stallion that he wanted to be, he had a soft spot for orphan offspring's. Numerous occasions he has taken them under his wing. But not once did he teach them to be heartless.

Auds perked with the sound of her response. That was it? No kind remarks? Emotionless tones. Those are what he liked. Anyone who pushed him off at being a cliché was the kind he loved to torture. They were the weakest ones. "I am Pyramid Head. Those who I cross call me Pyramid." His whole name was too much to want to say. Pyramid sounded stronger than Pyramid Head. It seemed that his weighty talons sunk him down into the ground, now it would be known that a hefty stag was here.

[Wintez Aqbar Kiatra]

Scarlet harks caught his syllables, and afterward flattened against skull. the whole situation was getting her a little.... iffy. and when she became uncomfortable, she had a tendency to get angry. and yet listeners returned to upright position; she was not one to remain on something or hold a grudge. at least, before now she hadn't been one to. an ear flicked off to horizon and gaze switched there for a few fleeting seconds; every moment he remained here, the chances of a male showing up with a less bellicose attitude decreased. and so attention refocused on him, and long hock kisser flicked once before falling silently against her feminine yet sinewy haunches. funny... believe it or not, she had a brother that had an attitude similar to his. except her siblings seemed more prone to act violently. at least he had the last time she had been with him.

Slender ligaments ached to shift on the loam, for she was both anxious to be away and irked with remaining in his presence. and yet, she did not want to grant him the knowledge that she wasn't exactly relaxed in his presence. it was not fear that wanted to drive her away; it was knowing that her future with this one would be nothing like what she had in mind. a small thought, a miniscule plot drifted through that chiseled tiara, but it faded. perhaps time and chance would bring it back, yet she hoped it wouldn't have to come to that. and so poll tucked itself a little neater into chest, for however much she wasn't keen on remaining, it had been embedded into her to be proud of her name. it was the only one she had, and beomg graced upon her, the femme would always share it with the slightest touch of pride

Kiatra