Mutilate Insanity [AW]

[Horcrux]

All Welcome.

The gray stallion made his way swiftly across the beach, his hooves kicking up clouds of dust that clogged the air for at least a minute afterwards. He dropped his head, announcing his arrival with a playful buck, then slowing almost immediately to a walk. He was reasonably small in size, with a powerful neck and shoulders. His legs, on the other hand, would appear feeble if it were not for the thick covering of slate grey feathers, which gave the illusion of them being more muscular than they actually were. The male was known as Horcrux, Horcrux Vervain if one wanted to be precise, the newly-titled Venteval Leader. But he seemed far too immature, too irresponsible to hold such a high title, and perhaps mentally unstable, if the manic gleam that was constantly visible in his dark, beady eyes was anything to go by.

He kept up his steady walk until he reached the sea, outstretching his neck so that he could inhale the salty stench of the water, before leaping into the warm liquid, feeling the water crash underneath his body. The male danced energetically in the sea, snorting as the transparent water reached his knees, enjoying the feel of the ocean spray as it collided with his chest. Horcrux shook his entire body from side to side, before moving regretfully back onto dry sand. Most other stallions would have claimed a terrain, a territory that they could protect and fight for, somewhere to keep a harem of their own. But somehow, that idea didn't really appeal to Horcrux. He was Venteval Leader, King of nowhere, and it suited him just fine, thank you very much.

The water was beginning to move closer and closer to land, but Horcrux paid it no attention, instead choosing to spend his time admiring the Bay. He had heard tales of the way that the sea managed to isolate the beach from the mainland, but as a rule it did not concern Horcrux, as he considered himself to be a good swimmer, no matter whether others would agree with this fact. Giving a near-silent snort, he broke gait into a smooth canter, each stride eating up the sand, and displaying just why those of Venteval bloodlines were renowned for their agility. Horcrux was not entirely arrogant, but he most certainly had a slightly inflamed head, and could appear quite the fool at times. He personally would have argued against this, for he was of the belief that he simply enjoyed 'showing off'. But then again, most fools fail to admit to their own idiocy.

[Nienna]

<sup>Serene. That was the best word to describe her state of mind at the specific moment in time. The waves gently crashed against her forelegs as she stood still, examining her surroundings. The white waves and her white stockings seemed to merge together with her pure black coat. Light gray eyes blended in the with the stripe on her head. The horse has some muscle on her torso, but that is only from defending herself against the predators of this land. Fighting against another Venteval would be a difficult task for her.

Nienna was the only name she would go by. Nienna Tatica would suffice too. Of course, it had been months since she heard someone else mutter her name. Currently, Nienna's status was a wanderer. She hated her lonely life, but she wasn't going to complain. Nienna's light gray eyes shifted around. No other horse walked around. The mare took a few steps back, her brown hooves digging lightly into sand. In a burst of speed, she moved in a canter. Water splashed all around her, soaking her black coat. Something Nienna wondered why was she a Venteval and not a Pleuval. Kicking each of her legs, she made her own miniature waves. Soon she was drenched, including her black mane. The water refreshed her body and her mind. The triangular ears twitched back wards, signaling that someone was near. As she slowly walked to the location where the water meets the sand, Nienna watched as a Gray stallion exhibited his agility skills. Watching him, the mare felt an urge to gallop, but something held her back.</sup>