[Andromeda] [Strawberry Gashes All Over]

[Toxicity]

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied 'round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime..

Blood. It screamed out in all directions. Trickling through the forest floor and painting the leaves scarlet. The smell was stagnant and growing old as time trickled by. Only a few scattered and cracked bones remained from whatever corpse had been there. Some one or some thing had fallen prey to some predator. What however didn't seem to make sense was the fresh hoof prints that lingered in he area. Only to matched with a second pair of hooves that seemed more scattered and out of sync then the first.

For any equines passing through that weren't a God or Goddess this was a very bad sign. This forest was rumored to hold Afrields feared mares. Ones that were unnatural and certainly not meant to be bothered. It only ended in death for any poor unsuspecting creatures that wandered to close with out Afriels consent. They would end up like the poor soul or what remained of it that scattered the forest floor.

The shadows seemed to stir and waver. As if afraid that they themselves would fall victem to the monster that lingered here. From one of these shadows a form seemed to appear. An equine of ebony with ivory markings. At first it appeared to be normal. Nothing seemed out of place or strange. Then that gaze, a peircing red, would cause alarm. Maw would part and sharp, canine-esque teeth would be bared in a daunting scowel. Long, sharp fangs protruded forth, just as deadly as the remainder of those teeth.

Blood lingered on the equines breath, saliva mingled with a crimson liquid that dripped and pooled down onto the forest floor. The scent lcoming from the horrid equine was that of blood and a mare. It was obvius this equine, this mare had been the cause of the poor creatures demise. A meal in the form of flesh. It was something horrible and would strike terror into any equines soul that came across it.

Certainly this mare wasn't a equine at home. No, she had to been some type of demon. Eating the flesh of others, let alone their own kind. This was the sort that protected the great goddess. Something that should be feared and awed at.

[Afriel]

The smell.. Banshee knew it all too well. It was blood, and something she had grown accustomed to soon after the Diomedes began to linger in her homeland at her request. How long ago was that? Too long by mortal standards, but merely a small blip of time in the goddess' existence.

Silver bruja glided through the forest like water over rock, every movement fluid. Graceful. Too unearthly to mistake the mare as a mortal. Blood... the scent grew stronger with every hooffall, and this brought a coy grin to her lips, silvery blue eyes glimmering with delight.

There. That one. She was the one with the smell that had drawn her here. "My daughter Andromeda, I assume you have eaten well." It was more a declarative statement than a question. Afriel knew all too well what went on in her home, and not all was what the mortals expected.

Eyes held a certain admiration for the flesh-eating maris, crimson hued tail fluttering in gentle breezes rather than flicking against her sides as was usual in the prescence of another. Then again, most others she found irritating and unworthy of such a thing. Too many mortals were selfish and hateful. At the thought, tail lashed harshly against her right side before falling back into place.

[Toxicity]

I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied 'round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime..

There was very little to do afterwards. The blood and bones would meld into the ground and become a fertilizer for the plants. So was the course of nature. Plants died, animals died, and so on and so forth. It was a never ending circle that would continue on until the planet ended. When that had ended who knows what would happen to all the equines of the earth?

As she appeared in these sacred lands the femme fatal was quick to divert her attention to the mare. She was of course no simple mare to be sure. This was Afriel and she was mother to all. Even Andromeda wasn't as old as she but she was very close. None the less she served her Goddess and always would until the end of time.

"I have feasted well, My Lady. I take it you've been well?"

She was sure that any animal or equine that wasn't meant to become a meal would be saved by Afriel. There for she had no qualms about devouring the life of intruders that tresspassed onto her domain. Andromeda took her traditions and job very seriously. After all there were very little equines like the Mares of Diomedes. Carnivors that preyed on all manners of flesh.

"I hope all is well with you"

If not she was more then willing to murder those that had upset her.

[Afriel]

A sly smile managed to manipulate the firm line of neutrality to an upward curve of the lips, silver eyes glimmering with delight and faint hints of love. "good," she said simply, tail still flitting about the goddess' long legs, ears directed in the Diomedes' direction. Those who served and loved her deserved every bit of her love and attention. No harm would come to them as long as they did not betray her. Betrayl was almost a death sentence for those once loyal to Afriel, and betrayl could be determined in many ways. A dangerous thing for a mortal. Then again, she could be very forgiving..

Lips settled back to a neutral line, the femme unblinking and only the long, crimson hairs moving by the means of small breezes. There was no doubt the maris looked similar to a statue.. but any who knew her appearance would know that life still filled her. A silly thought. The goddess dying.. Only her most powerful creations could bring that fate upon her, and yet it was unlikely they would get the chance.

"I hope all is well with you."

At this she nodded slightly, no longer stoic, weight was shifted to another leg, nares expanding and contracting, pulling in the scents of her forest. Blood. Trees. The leaves dampened by the nearly ever-constant mists. All was well indeed. "Well enough, my dear."


OOC: Gah, sorry this took so long >< If you still want to keep this going I'd be happy to hold up my end of the rp again.