Experiments and fun [Breath me+experiment]

[Cloudy]

[bg=476a6a][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] [bg=488fc3] Speech The day had been harsh, cold and bitter so the dunalino paint had stayed hidden away, in a cave not to far from where he ventured. The snow fell heavy as Atlas trudged through it, his head low at around his knee level. The brute halted and looked up at the clear sky, pinholes of light dotted around. He was in a playful mood. No, not the kind of nice playful mood, no, the playful mood of vampires starting to feel peckish...or playful. Standing alone in the center of the white sparkling meadow, Atlas looked around and spotted tracks that weren't his own, nor were they even equine. The stallion tossed his head and neighed loudly but not like a wild scream. This neigh was to draw attention. Suddenly, out of the darkness came a trio of wolves, two black, one white. Almost smiling, Atlas pretended to spook and he bolted the opposite direction. The predatory instninct made the wolves give chase and Atlas led them to a wide open area where his speed would be handy. With a perfectly times trip, the stallion fell to the ground and waited there for the two darker wolves to advance on him and go for his throat. The smaller one waited with the white wolf and a single wolf stalked around to Atlas' head. It growled and lunged but Atlas nimbly dodged and aimed a slashing kick at the wolf's head. Thwack! Perfect hit. The canine fell to the ground and just as it did, the smaller ebony wolf lunged at the stag's rump. Atlas smirked and kicked out his back legs, hitting the canine's front leg. With a loud yelp, the wolf tumbled to the ground but didn't stop. It ran towards Atlas's front and started growling, as if taunting the equine to strike. But, like in a game of Chess, Atlas had that move covered. He could see the white wolf stalking up behind him so, spinning on his haunches Atlas charged at the pale canine, crushing it before it could move. Dark daggers covered in blood, Atlas snorted and turned back toward the ebony wolf, who covered in the snow shaking. Rearing magnificently, Atlas slowly advanced on the cowering creature. The canine spun and fled, if slowly and limping. Flattening his auds, Atlas sunk his ivories into the animal's neck, crushing it's windpipe and meeting the addictive blood. How he lusted it. Dropping the limp carcass to the snow the stud looked around, smiling with satisfaction. The three carnivores lay defeated in a neat triangle, the shape seemingly shaded in with the crimson liquid. Quite a neat kill, even by Atlas' standards. Smiling, the stallion rolled in the soft snow, cleaning the blood from his body and he stood up. Swishing his flaxen tail, his green eyes grimly glinting in the dark night, the equine continued on his way towards the wood on the other side of the meadow. notes// sorry if it's like, rubbish...and sorry it's way too long for a start [Atlas] [Dunalino frame overo] [15.1, green eyes] [power-hungry, rude] [four] [loner]

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[breathe me.]

SUCH STRANGE BEHAVIOUR!

our pretty little acid head moved through her shadows, sulking as always; pretty ears caught in a tangle of those champange dreads that i've always loved. the shadows grabbed the girl, tugging her this way and that; though always bathing her body in them. before her, grasses swayed in the cool breeze, it was as if there was a sea unfolding before her, oh how lovely that would look fixed, my experiment! could you imagine being sucked into that sea? lovely ocean waves crashing into your body, bathing you in ketamine. she pauses for a moment, contemplating that thought. her dilated acid eyes close, and she sucks in the cool spring air. yes, this was familiar.

memories, drench me in memories!
the girl puts her world on pause for a moment, letting herself get sucked under the currents, hoping to find herself with an IV in her shoulder in this memory. metallic noises clatter around her, and her eyes just barely are able to hover open. she chances a glance down, and sure enough, there's the drip, attached to her shoulder. she lowers her pretty head; welcoming the warmth of the ketocet. welcoming the colors, the familiarity. soaring soaring soaring -

LOUD NOISES,
LOUD NOISES.

her blue eyes snap open, narrowing for a moment; angry. it seems that our lovely experiment always gets interupted while shes just bringing the onset of these lovely memories. but more familiar noises reach her golden ears. she let another deep inhale reach her lungs, but recoiled from it quickly, it was tainted with the stench of blood. her body tensed for a moment; pretty champange lady was unsure whether or not to continue on her journey or to backtrack. silly little experiment of mine pushed onward though, too curious to let it go.

slinking though her lovely shadows, she falls upon a pretty picture; painted boy rolling in the melting spring snow. her acid eyes trace his body quickly, before she moved forward, almost following the boy. the lady gives a quick sweep of the scene that had played out before she happened upon it; bodies of wolves lay mangled, while bloodwashed boy moves toward the heart of the land. my oh my 045t-65! if i've ever seen a bad trip, this would be it! her ears flatten to her head again, but the lady sulks forth, curious still about this painted boy.


"what strange behaviour, if i've ever seen it." she croons out to him, still slinking through her shadows, yet a coy smile beginning to play across her feminine lips.

_____________________________ACIDHEAD.

EXPERIMENT 045t-65
PERTTY GIRL
CHAMPANGE ALKHA-TEKE
FOUR YEARS
[n/a]
[oh boy oh boy, lets see how this one rolls.]

[Cloudy]

[bg=476a6a][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] [bg=488fc3] Speech He could feel something, that strange feeling that he got when somebody was watching him. Stopping in mod swagger, the stallion arched his neck and sniffed the ground. It was only the normal scents. Atlas raised his eyes and scanned the horizon. He couldn't see any other equine following him, or anything following him for that matter. Was he playing with his own mind? His painted frame blended with his surroundings and the wise equine looked around behind him, his head higher now. IN the shadows, something moved and Atlas turned his body square to it, studying it's posture. It was surely a horse, of one breed or another. Slowly as a mare's body emerged quietly, she spoke lightly, a crude smile painted on her lips. Atlas chuckled and smiled at the stranger. It's a tough life out on your own doll, you've gotta fight back what wants you for chow, or you'll be on the menu. The stallion said dryly, moving closer to the mare to pick up her features a little easier. Fancy finding a creature like you out here, you lost or somthin' doll? It's chilly out, shouldn't you be finding some place warmer? He asked softly, smiling at her. She looked pretty cold. Or corrupted, Atlas wasn't sure. notes// oh, this one looks sweeeet! sorry it is so short though... [Atlas] [Dunalino frame overo] [15.1, green eyes] [four]

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[breathe me.]

trippy lady watches the boy arch his neck, muscles defining his body. acid eyes continued to trace over him, tracing the peculiar shapes that formed over his duo-hued tuxedo. oh my, pretty experiment of mine, is this part of your bad trip? no, no, this wasn't a bad trip, was it? it didn't seem like it was turning out to be that bad. sure, there were the wolves, but she'd practically forgotten about them; by now she was infatuated with this new painted boy. he was facing her by now, square in front of her. she chanced a glace over at his eyes; green green green. envy envy envy! that was the color of envy, right?

she slinked closer, her golden body finally absorbing the hot light of the sun. undertones of champange glinted in her still thick winter coat; it seemed as if our experiment had drenched herself in gold. such a lovely girl, to say the least. pretty satalite ears strained forth, listening to the boy's words; absorbing them. she smiles again, watching as he closes the remaining space between the two of them. more voices voices voices. they strung words together, making up the boys words. yes, this was familiar.


"lost? no, you've mistaken me for one of them. lost in subconcious memories? yes. as for being cold, i can't feel it; my skin twitches, its, a uh, trait of mine." laughter cascades off the girl; secrets secrets secrets.

dear experiment of mine, you know its barely a secret any more! your an acid head, stuck in a ketamine trip. k-rockin' your way through life.

_____________________________ACIDHEAD.

EXPERIMENT 045t-65
PERTTY GIRL
CHAMPANGE ALKHA-TEKE
FOUR YEARS
[n/a]
[my trippy little tripster. <3]

[Cloudy]

[bg=476a6a][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] [bg=488fc3] Speech Atlas watched intrigued as the mare moved into the sunlight, her body gleaming in the light but dulled by her winter coat. The stallion blew out through his nose and pawed the ground for her response. He edged closer, smelling the strange equine's scent gingerly and swished his tail sharply, as if getting irritated with waiting. When she did finally speak, the mare made very little sense as her words seemed to fall out of her mouth. Atlas looked at her and flicked his auds to her as his bright eyes scanned her golden bodice. Them? Who are you on about doll? And as for twitches, you've gotta be drugged or something from fantasies or nightmares like that. Subconcious thoughts don't actually exist so you're either halucinating, you're insane or you're lying. Which one? Atlas probed. Her scent was mixed with something else that the painted stud didn't recognise but with the sounds in her lyrics and her making little sense, something had to be mixed in her blodd making her voice oddly uniquely strange. Atlas smiled and chuckled at her. So, what's your name? I'm Atlas. notes// ohmigawd this is soooo awesome this thread <33 [Atlas] [Dunalino frame overo] [15.1, green eyes] [power-hungry, rude] [four] [loner]

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