[»] Fools, all of them fools. She couldn't even begin to comprehend how big of fools they were. Each of them bowing down to some god that they had not seen, never had any sort of blessing from. Yet, those foolish Angelics with their halos and the Hellions with their pitch forks. Oh, dear, let us not forget those foolish Earths with their silence. Bowing down to the leader of their alliance like they were some god. Now, now, Beauty, let's not get too worked up about this. After all, good things come to those who wait, and if you wait long enough you may just get what you're looking for. Controlled by no one, the young mare swept through the sloshing waters of the ocean with a sort of grace, a grace that had bestowed upon her an unusual name. Elegance Apparent. Quite a mouthful, but call her Beauty for short. It was a light-ish sort of nickname, one that made her flinch in disgust at the very thought of it, but that was what she had bee called all of her life. Who was she to defy her mother's law? To be quite honest, she hated the label of a sterotypical dark mare. It was prefered that she was more than that, more than a reduced seducer who liked to use her sex appeal to gain the favor of some worthless brute. She was better than that, she was more skilled at living than that. Snorting quietly, the young bay mare came to a slow walk, not bothering to give the water lashing at her hooves a second thought. That's right, pamper me, love me, fear me she thought bitterly and sarcastically. She was different from the average mare, or at least tried to be.

[»] She perfered to keep her head on her shoulders rather than be mindless. She was rude, but not overly so, and she certainly had respected for those she thought deserved it most. Frowning slightly, she flicked her ears to catch the sound of a gull's cry as it swept over the shore, scavenging for some sort of meal. Disgusting creatures. Her elegantly dished Arabian head turned, as if she had sensed something not far off to the left of her. But it was nothihng, nothing but silence. That was what she was used to - silence. Perhaps there was nothing better. Listening to blubbering idiots all of the time was something that wasn't exactly...cared for you could say. No, that was putting it in nice terms, and Beauty was anything but nice. Forget the weak, take down the strong, survival of the fittest. And she had survived this long, so why not just keep on going? It seemed like a bomb proof plan, but she knew exactly how treacherous fate could be, smacking at the most inopportune moments to veer an equine off course. This fae wasn't here for power or anything of the sort. She wasn't strong enough physically to gain a sense of power and hold it in her grubby fist. Instead, she'd rather just slink off into her shadows and live her life as long as she could before it gave out on her, betrayed her like everyone else in this pathetic excuse for a world had. She stopped now, bitter thoughts swarming her dainty skull. No more thoughts like that now, dear, let's focus on something a little more pleasant. Nodding to herself, she shifted and continued walking along the pleasant shoreline. The sun was beginning to set on the west horizon, splashing the sky with dainty hues of purple and orange, an interesting combination if there ever was one.

[»] She sighed dramatically and halted now, letting the ocean's water lap over her hooves so playfully and excitedly. Let it have its fun, for she had nothing better to do than just stand here and think about what was going on around her, and in a life that really didn't exist. She turned her head slightly, a sense of grim determination set along the elegant features. Elegant. That was what she had been named for, and her mother couldn't have picked a worse name for this mare. She hadted to think of herself as elegant, as it was so...light. Gag. Hold up your head dear and endure the incoming tide. Only those worthy won't get swept away by time's unusually hard punishment. Perhaps, you will be the one who survives...if you're lucky anyways - or would you be considered unlucky? Time will tell, time will tell my dear, but be prepared because it's coming for you.

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CREDITS;; character (c) me
OOC;; Bleck, icky and rambly, but here is the first post with the infamous Elegance Apparent 8D Anyone may join <3

The sun had begun to set, and in Atlas’s mind that meant night. The stallion didn’t bother to turn his good eye toward the sky to enjoy and take delight in the different pastel shades. His only focus was the coming darkness, which according to his calculations, should be there momentarily. To Atlas, night was the peak of beauty, and he imagined the sky in a velvety black cloak, decorated with twinkling and pearly stars, and playing host to the sleek, silver moon. A sunset could never capture that splendor and, in some ways, innocence. Night acted as a shield for the ugliness in the world - it hid deformities in its lack of light, even if perhaps they weren’t so severe, weren’t so offensive… The stallion let his breath slowly exhale from his nostrils, the paper-thin skin flapping slightly. Casually, he allowed his tail to sweep over his hindquarters, making a painful jester as the hairs crossed his scar, even though the tissue had become somewhat resistant to pain. After time, Atlas had memorized its exact location and even though it had ceased to hurt, the memory of it did not. In all his life, Atlas had never gone through a more agonizing experience, but that wasn’t to say Atlas had lived a long life. In fact, Atlas had lived a relatively short life. After all, he was only five years of age. Some horses still considered that a colt’s age, and that was perhaps the worst thing you could call Atlas – a colt – but not because he had a dislike for the foals. Calling a stallion a colt suggested an insufficiency of intelligence, of strength, of experience. And Atlas had all of those qualities that were instantly taken away with that one word, or at least he liked to think so. It was, for lack of a better word, cheap. But even so, it annoyed Atlas to no end, and in these thoughts the stallion snorted, taking a gray hoof and tearing at the sand beneath his bulky body. And then reality hit him – sand. Using his good eye, he looked around fervently at his surroundings, realizing that while had been apparently lost in his thoughts he had wandered to, as it appeared, a beach. His vision swept across the small dunes toward the ocean where he gazed timidly almost frightened, but not, at the expanse of water.

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Notes: Will finish shortly – hope you both don’t mind. :3