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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 3, 2008 23:17:06 GMT -5
Well hello my love.
The darkness of your being has begun to wake itself up, upon entering the lovers paradise. You walk stealthily throughout the weaving willows, hoping to find a happy couple to infect. Yes, the infection..You know how much we adore this, when our side burn. It slurs like a snake inside your mind, but not any snake..It has to be the most deadly of all, but what shall we call our poisonous lover? Perhaps it isn't worthy of having a name, perhaps we are growing to attached to this fiend. But Maybe, just maybe our evil friend does deserve a name, after all he is locked up in this cavern same as you love.
Ah love. What a touchy subject we have stumbled to, and here of all places. The lovers paradise. Dear, dear Rhetoric are you capable of loving, one such equine? Perhaps more? Have we ever even touched upon this subject love? Ah, but now we must mustn't we? We dare not speak of such things we are uncapable of. Perhaps he is capable? This crazy little thing called love is something you may never acheive, only a select few will find something as true as the air that moves. Could you find one such thing my Rhetoric? I surely think that you do have a heart, however shrivled and broken it may be, it is still beating in one way or another, is it not? This oracle you hold, however dear, it feels for one special equine, and when you feel it awake you will know what equine that may be. One day, my Rhetoric, we will feel your dormant heart awake, one day.
What do I know of you Rhetoric? What do I know?
You hold nothing dear do you, my love? You do don't you, a raven, that you hide inside that ravenous pit. Yes, that ink stained raven, a preserved creature. Why do you keep that creature so close love? I know inside you do not want to be Immortal all the time. You mustn't. I know that you brain, no matter how covered in the black ooze of evil. Ah you do love that foreign substance don't you? It takes over when your own mind is too weak, or perhaps when you want the rush, or even, dare I say, companionship.
You and all your grandeur should be able to get anything you want, but its your presence m'dear, yes, your presence. It ruins everything that you have going for you. It is the darkest aura possible. Have you visited Hell Rhetoric? You reek of it, absolutley covered in this stench. You have been in hell, we know you have. How was it? Was it a bottomless pit of fire love? Was there a little demon below awaiting your arrival? What was it like Rhetoric, pray tell.
Here we are, dear Rhetoric. We are in the lovers paradise, though to you I imagine, a hell hole. But you have experienced both haven't you? So that does mean, it should be a walk through the park, a grandeur walk it shall be. But your heart does break a little more, another piece tearing away, doesn't it? You hear their screams of pain, you feel there souls go to a designated residence, hell or heaven. You enjoy the last breath spoken, the last scream of pain. But what you love the most, is that they beg you for help. You a savior? Surely not. But they don't know do they? Oh, but they will. You whisper to them, a sensual tale, of who you are. There last thoughts are of you, don't you know? We do love this pleasure don't we?
Our gait remains true to our fiery passion, a tango with the devil. A dangerous game, a dance of hate, a forbidden lover. Its what we thrive off isn't it Rhetoric? Its what we live for. Yet, there is a sneer residing on your features. A sneer? What causes us to sneer in this way Rhetoric? Is it your hatred for this place? Or is it our love of the kill? Please Rhetoric, I am dying to figure you out. Oh, but you enjoy that far to much don't you? My death. I would think you to worship it, to break free of this hell. But this is our oblivion Rhetoric, ours. None but you can capture it, shouldn't we love to rule the world? Rule the souls? We are better then the devil himself, aren't we love?
The world is signing. It’s calling. It loves you Rhetoric, it wants you—and only you. You've been lost to its hold, its cold yet feverish grip. Your hoofbeats are its heart. Your lacery is its love. Your bodice is its life. It needs you Rhetoric, more than you know. [/blockquote]
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Post by Trya on Jun 3, 2008 23:24:43 GMT -5
Centuries had come and gone. Hundreds of years wasted and for what? Nothing except to lost everyone she had ever known, resulting in a lost hope. She was lost, swimming in a turbulent sea, battling the oppressive current. All the time the fae isolated herself, preferring to remain an elusive mystery to all equines, immortals included. Why? Why have I done this to myself? Her mother's voice soothed her, You are afraid dear child, afraid to let anyone too close because you know you cannot have them forever. A soft sigh. As always, you are right...I miss you mom. Dearest daughter, I will be with you until you no longer have a heart in which to carry me...No mom, please come back! I can't do this on my own, not anymore. It was this conversation with her dam's spirit that brought the dark queen out of hiding. For if she remained, her survival would have become jeopardized, loneliness would cause her death, departure from immortality to mortality and the immunity to the plague? Non-existent. Ignautia's life, extinguished and none will ever know what became of the darks guardian.
Let's not get too far ahead in this evening's tale, we must first explore her mother's speech that guides the femme. Around fifty years ago depression struck hard, leaving very little hope for a better way of life. Hope that the demon causing the illness will be vanquished and the equine race could rebuild and swell in numbers. Having tired of being confined to the swamp triggered the depression. It did not sit well with her, and her own self-loathing increased, making the fae feel as though an end would be the best option. Traveling deep into the heart of her home hooves searched successfully for the volcanic rock that gave her eternal youth. Not caring about its condition, daggers kicked it along an invisible trail. Ignautia planned on destroying her power source.
Intent on ending her own life, the screeching noise resounding in her auds passed without awareness for several minutes. Finally the sounds broke through her determined mindset and her pillars stopped, confusion flickered across delicately hardened features. What is that? None of the beast that called her swamp their home were of the bird race. The flapping of wings grew louder until a bright bird the color of flames landed on a branch and stared. Glaring the fae had spoken. "How did you get in my land?" The nameless creature simply stared, no voice called out from its beak. However, the answer was audibly heard in the vix's mind, "Your soul let me in." The conversation continued, astounding Ignautia..the phoenix could not verbalize her speech, only through telepathy. Reyna, the strange bird's name had flown to the goddess to prevent her impending death.
With Reyna came one other gift, her mother's spirit. That spirit became a branch of her subconscious, providing advice when needed, when the fae had no idea what she should do. Such as the present where we see our lovely wandering through the various lands not owned by stallions. Let us return to the time passing now, shall we?
The evening spoke of beauty, a show of colors as the dreadful sun descended. The skies glowed orange, pink and many other hues. Each day the heavens changed colors, a constant reminder that change was necessary at times. That's it dear. what was it that you always told me? I wish I could remember that quote. You will. Ignautia wished with her entire being that the words would stop eluding her as her hooves crossed the threshold into a land filled with her favorite tree, the weeping willow. It matched her heart with it's tear like branches.
A smile graced her visage, tossing her crown to rid her eyesight of her alabaster tassels the vix kept walking. What is this place? In all her years the goddess had never set a single dagger in this lovers paradise. The scents of beast and damsels mingled, though they seemed older, it unsettled Ignautia. Realization hit her square on the chest, a wicked lovely expression marked her charcoal face, hopefully a foolish ignorant stallion will attempt to breed me...just like Escuridade the loathsome creature. Laughing lightly to herself, she continued walking, seeking out a companion.
KEY: Pink= Her mother's voice. Beige=Her speech Italic Beige= Other's Answer Italics= Her thoughts.
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 5, 2008 22:54:11 GMT -5
You are numb to me.
You have lost yourself in the never ending search of death, of night, of life. Or reason. You are captured by the chill of the night, drunk to the infection. Your eyelids are heavy, though you need not sleep. Your jaw is loosening, though none are here to call. You are lost my darling. Lost in a tangled web of life. Must we dance this dance tonight? For I know not how to fix you Rhetoric. No one does. Can you help me Rhetoric? Your thoughts linger on your past, before the devil gave you your immortality. You are loathing the very essence of your being. I follow your thoughts to the time of life, of our life. We walk beyond a harsh desert, towering all the little critters below. You long to crush one beneath your talons. But you won't. You are holding your anger for someone, something. What my sweet little Rhetoric? Who are you waiting for?
But you have brought me back, before we see. Your voice will not answer our questions. Do you even remember my love? Your body sways as you walk through the willows. Its toying with us Rhetoric, and you let it. You love it. For I have taken over. The evil within. Back again my darling? You lower your skullery, inspecting the green substance below. The colors are gone from the world. Just you, and me. Black and white. You're done. You're finished. But why? Because of me, I am in control. The little demons inside your blood. It's them.
The sound of an approach awoke you from this trance. You listen to the dainty footsteps. A temptress has come, but alone. Your eyes fly open, glowing under the moons light. There is a moon tonight, you stare. You hate it. You love it. You are torn. As always. You follow the noise, your own heart rising in tempo. You are worried. Your salmons flare gently. Mixed feelings. Again. Always. But you don't let it show, you pride yourself on that. You only let your stronger side seep through. Your perfect side. You spy the demoness. A gorgeous creature, awaiting something. Pondering. Your face is frozen in a silent scream. She is divine.
She is haunting you. For what you couldn't do. For what you can't do. You can't go around effortlessly and touch someone. You have to wait. You are perfect. But not quite. She taunts you, showing off, you won't touch her until its perfect. But why? Weak. You are weak my little Rhetoric. Darling, just go touch her. You long to. To prove her wrong. To prove them wrong. You were fit for this. You know you are, but do they?
You hum quietly, trying to grasp her attention. 1, 2, Ye, coming for you, 3, 4, better lock your door, 5, 6, better watch them whips, 7, 8, now you're my bait, 9, 10, never sleep again. A fairy tale gone wrong. Turning a childhood rhyme into something sinister. You are turning sinister. You are forming, waiting for your chance to pounce. Yet the world is still silent. In this black and white world you feel dead. But you must embrace the darkness Rhetoric. Embrace it with your drowning heart. She is teasing you, focus on the wench. Just touch her darling. Just a little contact. It won't hurt you, love. Just do it.
You grin. A lopsided grin of evil delight. Your footfalls become heard. you move closer to her, closing the important distance between you. Your sides begin to burn, itching with delight. Dancing with the fire. You tango with death, you dance with strangers, your music is delayed. For you. The world waits for you. You are the world. Go and make it known. [/blockquote]
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Post by Trya on Jun 6, 2008 23:41:27 GMT -5
Hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye
What am I doing here? This is ridiculous. I swore I would never come here, not even to torment some pathetic excuse for a stallion. I can't do this. A step backward. It's never too late to leave. I should take my leave and depart from these wretched lands. It truly would be for the best. Another impression left in the soft dirt, retracing the previous one made by the same hoof. Pools cast their gaze onto the shrubbery, willed by their controller to see beyond, to report back that no one lurked about. Flickering towards the heavens, Please tell me that none heard my footfalls. I cannot take this tonight. I am not capable this night. If only the fae knew how much strength lay dormant deep within.
The stars sent their light down, illuminating her unusually pale tresses in contrast with her oynx pelt. It felt eerie almost, like she should not be there. A cold shiver slithered down her spine. Another movement, two steps away from the clearing this time. For an immortal who should know no such fear, the air seemed to still, the breeze calmed itself but not before whispering in her auds a warning to leave before she could not. Auds pinned against her cranium, Ignautia hastily scanned the foliage again. Nothing. I cannot lose my mind now. Come on! You are IMMORTAL...as in you cannot die. A little "self-motivation" never hurt anyone.
And roped me in So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated
A noise. What? I looked only moments ago, there was not a leaf blown out of place. Another chill crawled down her spine. No scent drifted her way, the wind had ceased. Even the stars were gone, hiding behind the billowing night cloudsl. The moon became the only witness to whatever happened. Dread invaded every fiber of her being, a warning instinct triggered a rush of adrenaline that surged through every vein. Nervousness filled every pore, but her outward appearance remained calm, poised. A well practiced art form, perfected over the years. It worked on every mortal encountered.
Humming moves along, traveling towards her, the vocal range speaks of a stallion. Scents alone were not necessary to tell an entire story. What is that tune? It sounds familiar...No. Do not be ridiculous, you have never heard it. Ignore it. Ignore him. I was about to depart anyway.[/color] He showed himself at last. No more waiting, Ignautia knew her "assailiant" for surely he would attempt to detain her. Ignorance is bliss...unless it involves the dark immortal, steer clear then. A white form glided nearly ghost-like into the clearing.
He looked at her, she stared back at him, floored by his level of beauty. Speechless. Stunned speechless by a stag, definitely not normal. What could truly be considered normal these days though? In this time? A sense of normalcy tended not to exist, not whenever a virus infected a new equine almost daily...or so it seemed. Paper thins flared, too close and strangely too far away. Do not feel Ignautia. It is lethal. A command to herself, drawing herself back from the dangerous thoughts threatening to emerge. He grinned. No emotion appeared on her features. Instead she spoke, gaze never leaving him, not trusting him to remain where he stood. "May I help you? If you are seeking company, I cannot assist, in fact I am about to leave." Good, get her sentiments known, out in the open before he had a chance to say a word.
Slight hope It dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption...
OOC: This time the italic pink is her talking to herself in her head. [/size] [/color]
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 7, 2008 1:01:20 GMT -5
You are a ghost.
None know about you. Who you are. What you are. None know. Do you even know? Who are you really? You take me back, I float with your memory, to a distant land. We are past the desert now, you look back to face the deadly horizon. We are beating the shadows to our destination. Anger is boiling inside of you. You are a volcano, awaiting the lava to force itself up. But this time, there is no force. You spy a figure, another equine. You move faster, pillars pounding the earth, digging in fiercely churning up mounds of terrain. You are a stride away. You skid to a halt with your exquisite form. You unleash the lava, flip a switch.
We're gone.
We are back. Staring at the nymph, her form is shining ghostly at you. You aren't afraid. You are hungry. You slither closer, your mouth seems to water as you break the gap. Your eyes go wild. Instinct. You're overcome with the devils instinct. The Wolf has found his prey, making his move. No time for planning. A split second my darling. Seconds. Its what we live off of, minute decisions. But you don't care. You don't listen. You steps become slower, heavier. Your legs are aching for the strength to move on. You don't listen. Your body is screaming NO. Your mind is screaming YES. You are conflicting. You hate it. You love it.
You search her eyes, trying to find your answer there. She is cowering behind herself. You enjoy it. Your mind pushes you forward once again, your legs are screaming in pain. You are heavy, oh so heavy. Its a delusion, my sweet Rhetoric. A delusion. You enjoy it. Don't lie. You are a stride away. You search her once again. Looking. Watching. Waiting. For what? No one knows. You like to keep it that way. It is your way. Ours. Our way. Your legs falter.
You sneer. Evil. Sadistic. Naughty. Pain. Screeching. But it is directed at your own bod. Your utterly confusing bod. Your heart, its searing. Flipping. Screaming. Falling. Dancing. Loving. Hating. Crying. Dying. You stop breathing. You look ahead. Your eyes, envious. They are filled with every emotion possible. Overflowing. Your body is on overload. We are starting. We are moving. You ignore everything. No matter the obstacles, you are the best. You ignore the rest.
You bring me back. To the past. You anger. Its not you anymore. Its not us. We aren't here. There. Anywhere. Its red. All of it. Red. Seeping, the pages are leaking. Our fairy tale story is ripping, tearing. Red. You touch him. You touch your mates lover. You touch him. Heartlessly. You touch him. You strike out. He is plagued. You lied. You still touch him. You are furious. Outraged. You are killing him. You infect him, yet you kill him in cold blood. Your heart is racing, but it stops. Everything stops. Except you. You continue to stomp on his still form.
We are back. On the fae. You stare. Your heart is faltering. Ripping apart. Dying. But you are already dead. You died that day. You found out. But your heart screams at you. She, this wench. She is your love. it screams. HER. She is your world now. But no. You can't go through that again. Ever. The pain. The rage. The guilt. The hate. Worst of all, the love. Cut your heart out and rip it. Kill it. Everything. Scream at it for its d**ned ways. You want to. But, you could just cut her out. Cut her out of life altogether.
Your face is cold. Stone cold. You move. Ghostly. Silently. Forward, you ignore her words. You go. You don't care.
You touch her.
You skullage moves along hers. Up to her boa. You caress her in a lovers embrace. You move. Forward. You sidle up to her barrel, you sigh. You kiss. You nuzzle. You love. Your emotions are uncontrollable. You are uncontrollable. You turn around. You leave your jaw just behind hers. You whisper meaningless lovers secrets. You don't even notice. You don't even care.
The world is GONE. [/blockquote]
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Post by Trya on Jun 7, 2008 10:19:17 GMT -5
I am Vindicated. I am selfish. I am wrong. I am right. I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along
He stares without ceasing. A curious expression forms on his roguish features. Almost psychotic. Why does he continue to look at me? For what reason? I am of no consequence to him. Not yet. La luna shines. Reflects off the colorless stag. Mysterious. Intriuging. Loathing. It builds inside, pushing away any curiousity that might have once been there. Attractive but repulsive. What is that pulls her away? The night's creatures do not speak anymore. All but the sounds of a heart beating fade away. Silenced by him. It is he who spreads the aversion to himself.
The stallion searches. For what, dear stars? Oh but wait, you are in hiding..it is only I that observes. Only I that sees the frustration in the vix. Anger in the stag. The cause? I may only guess. I will not say what I know from centuries past. Not my place. Ah he moves, and she reacts. Two steps backward for every one he dare take. Her space. Violated. His very presence disgusts her. Encourages her to come closer. No. Her mind calls out for him to stop. It is no use. He keeps coming. The oynx fae halts her pillars. The only solution it seems. He will follow if she runs. This she knows for sure.
Emotion floods into orbs. Too many to possibly name. All feelings surface now, Ignautia looks on, watching for him to make the next move. He does not keep her long. Another pace. A stamped dagger. A tossed dial. What is he doing? Does he not know that she cannot accept death? Death itself rejects her. Immortality welcomes her. Agrees with her. Loves her. Those same orbs are suddenly whisked away, void of any feeling. He is gone. But where has his mind taken him this night? I was there. I watched as he suffered a broken heart. Shielded the timid stars from seeing blow after blow laid on the offender. This femme though...this is not she that betrayed you. Stop now, plague. Come no closer. It will only break you more in the end.
Watching. Waiting. Patience wears thin. This is insane.[/color] Insanity? What do we know of that? The moon continues to stare, ensnared by their dance. Not a dance. The vixen refuses to budge and yet he perserveres. Pressing closer. A strange look glows in his eyes. Death. That is the call for silence exuding from his flesh. An unspoken decree. There is no point in attempting to kill her, however he does not know of her immortality.
He keeps coming. Pushes away my words. My warning. Heed my warning dearest. I tolerate little.[/color] His features are frozen, determined. Set on destroying anything in his path. Even her. Not her. Never her. It cannot be done. Nothing can bring her to her knees. Including this beast. Sea green orbs watch, no expression found on her visage. He has touched her. Placed his velvet muzzle on her flesh. It crawls up her crest, kisses and seeps love. It angers her.
He moves. Places his lips near her auds and speaks softly. Audits pin to her skull, she has no interest in him. Dial turns, teeth are unsheathed. Ivories in one rapid movement sink into his throat. Touching her? A mistake of the worst kind. Ignautia turns, forelegs leave the ground. Striking out, aiming for his cranium. Fury. Rage. Anger. Wrath. Resentment. Indignation. She has no desire to be loved. Not by him. Especially not by such a forward one. Displeasure could not even begin to describe how furious the fae felt. It rolled off her in waves. She returns to earth. Glaring, rage screaming to be freed. To be turned loose on him. No. Now is not the time my sweet. Wait. Wait for him...he will make another foolish move. It is obvious. In his nature. Pools flashed, let him make another attempt to carass her. Never mind that this was only her second time being touched, the first? A disaster, a near force breed. Now? No pleasure coursed through Ignautia, only hatred for what he had done.
And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 7, 2008 19:42:52 GMT -5
You are dead.
Centuries gone. Forever. You can't go back. You can't die. You can't live. You are stuck in an eternal embrace of nothingness. You are conflicted. Always. Don't lie. I see through your mask. We see through that mask together. You have been long gone. Perished. You found out. She never thought you would. The backstabbing lover. Oh the backstabbing lover.
The past welcomes us with open arms. You remember that day. You killed her. But you waited. You waited for the perfect time. You perfect time. Ours. You infected her. Deadly. Poisonous. Love. Thats what it comes down to. Love. We revolve around it. But not you. She yells for you. She wants you to save her. Its tearing you apart inside. Your heart is crying. Ripping. Dying. With you. She is in terror. Fear. Hate. Anguish. You watch her suffer. You are God. You are the Devil. You loved it. You hated it. She calls for her savior, you, but you are the demon who has done this to her in the first place. It melts your heart. Tearing shreds of your being apart. You love the sensation. But she screams. You ask the devil to draw out her death. He does.
Oh the backstabbing lover. She wants you Rhetoric. She cries for you. She cries for her savior. The filthy, lying, misguided, loathsome, hateful, backstabber. Deep inside she knows it was you. The feel of you touching her, the tingle of your breath touching her skin..You were the one who did it, my little Rhetoric. She lies to herself, trying to find the good in this backstabber. Her heart is tearing as well. Can you feel it? Of course you can. You are conflicting. Again. You love her pain. But you hate your lovers pain. But..But..You are..You don't even know. You are dead. Thats what you are.
The present. You focus. You aren't worth love. You aren't worth hate. You aren't worth any emotion. You are the lowest of the low. You are lower than the devil. Lower than death itself. You know that. You. Its you. You look ahead. You stare at her. Your lover. But she will die. She will scream. You will feel the rush. But will you?
When you see her sweet scream, baby, don't think of me. When she feels your warm touch don't think of me. Too late.
She has slipped through. Or was that her? What was that my sweet? You are confounded. Conflicting. Confused. A new emotion. You hate the feel of it. You are the world. We are the world. The world never feels confused! What is wrong? No waving the white flag. Love..It does not require the white flag. You wait..You wait to feel her soul leave this world. This terrible world. You wait.
Confusion.
You are blinded. She whips her crown. She sinks her teeth into your flesh. You don't fight. You stand. Astounded. Confused. Dead. Breathing. Nothing happens to your flesh. You have an instant scar. Carefully hidden by your brilliant coat. You watch. You stare. You are bewildered. She rears, she aims for your own crown. You shift your head. You let her strike you. You deserve it. You wish you could feel the pain. You want to scream. You want to. But you can't. Your voice is gone. You are to surprised. Another scar to add to your collection.
You back away. You are to..To..You don't even know. You try to think of an explanation. But you know what it is. It can't be. It won't. You force yourself to think of something else. But you can't. You know what she is. And she will know what you are. Perhaps not what you are..But she will find out. She is quick enough. If you love her..She better be. You snicker. How can you make a joke like this in this situation? You laugh at yourself. You vocals ringing through the tense air. You wish you had a knife. You want to cut the air. Cut yourself out of the picture. Cut your heart out.
You stare. Forever. What seems like forever. You eyes won't leave her form no matter what you order them. You orbs are locked. On an Immortal. Immortal..You want to cry out. You will. You clear your throat. Raspy. You prepare your deep chords to be struck. Your voice flows, smoothly. Silky. Prepared. Not yours. Out of this world. But not you. Its not you. But it falls from your lips. Careening to her audits. You are Immortal. The Dark one. [/b]
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Post by Trya on Jun 8, 2008 12:20:20 GMT -5
I'm Standing on a bridge I'm waitin in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now Theres nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there's no sound
I really did think that I would find someone by now. How foolish of me. Love. A joke. A mockery to innocent hearts. Broken hearts. Still hearts. Never to beat again. I did this. To myself. I let him in. I paid for that. My soul bled for him. My heart cried out...for him. It is silenced now. Not dead, but not among the living either. A flash, I am standing in a field. He is there. His corpse is there, frozen. Gone. Forever. Not an order given by her. Her beloved father. He did this. He murdered the beast himself. Slayed the dragon to free his daughter. Mortal daughter. I used to be mortal...long ago. So many summers have passed me by now. Retained youth. Not a crease on my perfect flesh. Signs of age? Non-existent. Wrong. Look at my eyes. They tell the true story. Ignore the lies falling effortlessly from my lips.
Don't believe me? Come, I'll take you back with me. Back through the sands of time, to a different place. When the epidemic had already ravaged the world for what seemed like an eternity. A young mare. Four, perfect for settling down. Wonderful mate material for any stallion. Wrong again. I refused to belong to one. Then he came. Captured my heart. Shattered my heart. He turned on my best friend. Killed her. In cold blood. Ruthless to the core. Loving. He told me he could not live without me. It seems he is right. Life no longer flows from him. He lays there. A skeleton in my closet.
Cold and lifeless, never to disgrace our clan a second time. There are no second chances here. Not since the spread of the plague. An unforgiving ruler sits on the throne. My father. He shows his love only to my dam and I. We are close. Too close. My sire heard of my love's act. He broke my heart, his only daughter's heart. Ever since there lies a dormant pool, a black hole where my pulser used to reside. Come, our trip down this memory has drawn to an end. No more pain tonight. Not tonight. This night is for myself. Only myself.
Isn't anyone tryin to find me? Won't somebody come take me home It's a d**n cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand take me somewhere new
But wait. There is another here. He has found me. Caressed my figure. Angered my mind. Infuriated. Stop. The stag appears to be confused. About what? My reaction? It's rather simple really. I do not want him near me. One strike, he allows it. Perhaps the stranger knows he has done wrong. Two strikes, moves only slightly. I hit him. No signs of pain grace him. Odd.
I dont know who you are but I... I'm with you
Ignautia looked at him unsure of what to do. He had yet to speak even a syllable. Dial [censored]s to the side. What is going on? He backs away, surprise dancing in his orbs. Pale green fire glows in her own. Concern rims those same flames, she places a dagger forward. Stops. No motion anymore. The fae stands there, watching. Wondering. Wishing he would do or say something. Awkwardness stretches between them. Auds twitch, he snickered. Raising up her crown a notch, Ignautia backs up even more. Why do I feel like something was supposed to happen..but didn't?[/color]
The nuisance will not cease with his staring. It's maddening. To him, she is just another mare. A worthless creature. Fit only to be used and abused, to carry his seed. Give birth to offspring and follow his every command. Not this femme. If a foal were to be given life inside her, it would only be by her choice. On her terms.
Twin peaks turn toward his maw, he intends to speak at last. The fae waits impatiently. He had kept her in suspense for several minutes now, long minutes. Eternity. His voice floods out. Orbs suddenly lose all emotion. They look on, devoid of any feeling. Still, sea green pools. No hesitancy. Yes, yes I am. Ignautia gazes at him but a second longer. Pillars turn her bodice. She leaves. She walks away. [/color][/size]
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 9, 2008 1:33:38 GMT -5
You strive for it.
Pain. You wish you felt it. You want to. Badly. As to why, only we know. You want to feel the hurt, the passion, everything. You aren't even a being anymore. You can't be a real being without pain. You want it. Too badly. What would you do to get it? You don't know. You don't know how you could get it. But you want it nevertheless. You envy the mortals. For they can feel it. You are a sick creature my love.
You want a never-ending pain to caress your delicious bod. You want it to bring you near death. You want a lover. You want to be mortal. You want to be Immortal. You want to be everything. But you can't my sweet. You just can't. You argue no matter the opposing story. No matter if they are right. Just for the sake of arguing. All have given up on you. I have given up on you. Do you know why my darling Rhetoric? Do you?
Or do you cower behind yourself like this here mare. You do. You know you do. I know you do. But she doesn't. Yet. You rely on the element of surprise. Or is that it? You don't know. You don't know a lot of things. But you feel as though you have to act like you do. You may not be as naive as the next equine. But you surely don't know everything. So stop acting like you do. It is painful for all of us. Except you.
Is that why you do it? For the pain? You want us to feel it just because you can't. I get you. Sadly. You are just a creature, a sad little being. Locked inside the devils mind. Your mind. Our mind. We have transformed. We love it. More than you'll ever admit. You know why. We know. Shall we divulge my darling? For I am. You like the pain. You like the infection. The devil made you that way. That fateful day. You didn't care. You were in a frenzy of hate. You didn't know what you were getting us into. But know you do. And you love to kill. Not by your daggers, not by fighting. But by spreading. You love it more than life itself.
She stares at you. You stare back. You are just as confused as her. Though you dare not admit it. Love is the most confusing. The most passionate. But the best in the end. Thats what you tell yourself. You whisper under your breath. Your throat is clear, your mind is clogged. The words are barely even picked up by your own swiveling auds. She walks forward. Has she heard? Did she hear our one moment of closeness? Disgrace. No. She couldn't have. Never. She mustn't have. But she backs away. You are confused, but your crown is void of anything. Everything. Nothing shows on your perfectly crafted features.
She agrees to a statement you already knew as true. You chuckle darkly. Flatly. Absently. Of course. The one love you have. An Immortal. What luck you have fallen into. Good or bad, you don't know. You don't care. All you know is your heart would stop beating, once more, if she leaves. But your brain would rejoice happily. Always conflicting. The moon shines down on your still form. Awaiting your speech. It has been following the eerie play below. You toss your cranium to the moon as if to say, Enjoy the show? The only thing you get from living a life such as yours. Sarcasm. But your vocals are itching to be used. You speak.How lucky you are, miss. Are you having a rough night my love? For sarcasm seems to be your only option right now.
She moves. Away. Your heart dive bombs in your chest. Willing you to chase after her. You skullage is screaming at you limbs to not move. But what are you doing? What are we doing? We shan't be ruled by that. Ever. You paw the ground. A force yet to be conquered. You stomp. You tear. You smash. You rear. You whinny. Willing the screaming to stop. But it won't. So you plunge forward. Wind. Rush. Gallop. Spinning. You fling yourself in her path, nearly smashing her visage with your form. You nicker softly at her. You don't know where it came from. You don't know why. Stay, here. With me. No. Your mind forbids you to say more. You heart is pounding an erratic rhythm. You stare. At her. Ready to do something. Anything. Waiting.
Afterall, you are the world. The world should get what it wants.
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Post by Trya on Jun 10, 2008 10:18:46 GMT -5
Screams, they echo in my mind. Always have. It seems as though they forever will. Faces. Haunting my dreams. No peace. Not ever. I used all my chances long ago. A different world then. All the lives cut short by my family. Extended family. My mother never gave birth to a live foal after me. Trained to kill. I became their pride and joy. A perfect, captivating killing machine. I did not need protected from hormonal stallions. Murderer. That is what can be seen in my core. No male dared to approach me unless I nodded to them. They had witnessed several before them being slaughtered. Killed. Assaulted. No matter the word chosen, the end result remained the same. My sire. He saw me as his daughter, cold and ruthless. Like him. Only showing compassion toward family. Unlike other families I did not pose as their son because only fae's were conceived. Equals. He treated me as his partner, equal in every aspect. My dam did not agree. She wished that I had never grown so icy and distant. It had to happen though. For the sake of the herd.
Another memory. I sigh. I missed my parents, however different they were. Death took them. Right before my eyes. I had never known such a hatred until that day. My beloved family contracted the virus somehow. They died later that evening. Clinging onto life longer than most. I had watched countless others die from it as well. The equines who raised me were a different story. That broke my heart. Smashed it to pieces. Bound the remnants tightly, encasing them in a icy stone sheath. After their spirit's left them, Calista came to me. The immortal dark. I did not know it was her. Angry at everyone...I struck her. No reaction. I kept on hitting the mare, Not knowing what she was. Calista allowed it, feeling my emotions and the weight of them crushing my spirit. Exhaustion finally forced me to stop. She watched as I then gave way to the tears that had tried to spill all the while. A nudge broke my trance. Follow me. She had whispered.
Taking me under her wing, she protected me from the evil causing the epidemic. Allowed me to stay in her home. My home now. Cat-tail swamp. A compassionate dark immortal. Who would have ever guessed that? Certainly not myself. When I reached my fourth year of life, Calista once again whispered those two words to me. She led me through a maze. A labyrinth. At the end of it lay her source of power, a volcanic rock. The dark queen looked at me, smiling. She had found her heir. The one who would take over for her. She kept mentioning that her time as immortal was quickly coming to a close. I shook all over as the rock made its way toward me, pushed along by my sole friend. You deserve to live. Ignautia, I'd like you to carry on for me. I accepted. Thus my immortality began. Calista stayed around for a little while, teaching me my final lessons of life. Then, one day she disappeared, saying goodbye and kissing my cheek the mother she had become to me.
A chuckle. It brought her out of her reverie. Where was she? Oh yes, with the half-crazed stallion who guessed she happened to be the dark immortal somehow. Her vocals had conveyed the truth back to him. Admitting to who she is. Sadly. What else did he expect the fae to say? Deny it? There is no point to that. Unfortunately though in agreeing with his accusation every one would know of her existence now. What colors graced her frame. Which hue she saw the world through. Everything. Everyone. Before turning away, the stag speaks. Lucky? Confused, her hooves stop making their circle. Dial looks back at him. "How? How am I so lucky?" She knew the sarcasm coating his chords tonight. Ignored it. Asked the question anyway.
Ignautia did not force her pillars to remain where they were for the answer though. She didn't actually care. Sleek frame glides through the trees long sweeping branches. Audits twitch. He moved. Frustrated by something. Reared slightly, whinnied at her. The sound of his daggers drew closer. Could he not take a hint? No, it seems he can not. Pistons come to a screeching halt, bringing you up short into a half rear. Nostrils flared, orbs flashing. He had nearly slammed into her. Now he stood. In her path. Grinding her teeth, the vix glared hard at him.
He nickers. No change of emotion. Words dance their way toward her. Unwillingly they are accepted into her auds. Stay, here. With me. Did he actually believe she would say yes? A cold, mirthless laugh is given. "And why should I do that?" A step closer. "So that you can whisper more useless words in my ears?" Ignautia closed the small distance between them. Pressed her lips to his aud in a kiss. "I don't think I will, love" She decided to at least stay for his reply this time. Impatiently and annoyed.
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 10, 2008 19:17:56 GMT -5
Do you dare?
For I think you do. You dare. Everything. You need to prove yourself. You feel that foolish need. If I told you to jump, would you do it? I would. Yes, I know you would. But would he? My darling, would you? You would. You would want to do anything we say. Anything. Everything. If it wasn't us. You still would. What if I told you to leave. Would you do it?
We're Gone..
Only to the past my friends, only to the past. We are staring at her body. Her gangly figure. Lying. Still. Dead. Frozen. Her spectacles are staring at you. Forever. You close your eyes. You still feel her penetrating gaze. You try. You ignore. You can't. You still hear her screeching. You look, one last time. Her sleek bodice. Your trophy. Your disgusting. Gross. Filthy. Lying. Backstabbing. Cretinous Being. She deserved it. Every second of it. She was worthless. A useless wench that used you. She stole your heart. She used it. She tore it out of you. She stomped on it until it died. You died. She deserved what she got. Every moment of it.
What she never realized, is that you were smarter than her. Much smarter. You made suer to hide that from her. Just for you. You were very sly about that. You enjoyed it. Don't lie. She never got the best of you. You got the best of her. She is the joke. Not you. You were a killer, and she was the kings daughter. Society rules. You weren't made for each other at all. You were forced for each other. But she was always a sleeper. She made her rounds. Everyone knew it. Even you. You didn't care. But society did. The stupid society. Why has that been forced upon you? Of all the equines. You.
But society..You were the best killer. Of that time, of course. You were forced upon her. Rather, she was forced upon you. You did not want her. But she wanted you. She wanted to be the jewel on your heart. She wanted to hang off your shoulder, proudly. Evilly. Grossly. In the most twisted way, she worshiped you. She wanted you. More than you could ever realize. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed everything. Everything you couldn't. Wouldn't do.
You are awoken from your trance. She laughs harshly. At something. You don't understand. You haven't done anything remotely humorous. At all. Ever. You are startled by her question. You don't want to answer. But you want to keep her here. With you. Your voice holds the tone of a humble creature. How very interesting. For, you have found me. You are surprised. Amazingly so. Has she not figured it out? Well..We shall give her a hint. Did you not realize, when you hit me..I did not bleed.
She keeps moving away. You are in front of her. She rears slightly. You chortle in delight. She glares at you with her icy occuli. She is a feisty one. Far better than the last..You jump off that train of thought. You focus on her words. She surprises you yet again. Though not fully. You expected as much. Because, I want you to. The one time your voice holds the tone of sincerity. My sweet Rhetoric, you love her. You don't even realize how much. Those words that you think are useless..They mean a lot to me. They may not to you, but love is the strongest emotion. And most, listen to it. You smirk. Breathtaking. Lovely. Sincere. Amazing. She moves closer. You stop breathing. She swivels her kissers to your awaiting auds. Your heart stops. Your mind shuts down. But on the outside, you are very much alive. Your stronger side is showing. You have to say something. She will leave. You know she will. Your leathers part, but nothing comes out. You lift your own jaw to her auds. Trying to evoke any reaction. From both of you. Your velvets part once again.
You speak. Softly. Longingly. Lovingly. Thats not a very well thought out decision on your part..I really wish with every fiber of my being for you to stay. Love. Such a thing should never be wasted. And you, are choosing to waste the one thing that may never be found. I won't waste it. Will you? You sigh. You move your crown back. Slowly. Very slowly. You being to speak again as your spectacle passes hers. Love or be loved. I choose both. Do you?
You slip around her. Faulty. Tired. Lost. Sorrowed. Broken.
The world has fallen prey..To her.
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Post by Trya on Aug 8, 2008 20:17:23 GMT -5
The wind caresses the still figures, eases the tensity filling the air. The willow branches sway to a rhythm all their own, not paying any mind to the growing emotions. Ancient trees look on at these immortals, dismay further marring their gnarled bases, pondering why love had to complicate itself. No faces appear in the trunks of them, but if one looks closely enough, the bark changes. Follows the levels of emotion in their space. It is a hard transformation to see, especially through the masses of vines hanging down like emerald hair. These same beauties observe tonight as they have countless times in their lives, however they know, all the non-equine creatures know. Word spreads quickly here.
They are all aware of who stands here now. Immortal beings..supposedly at war with one another. One, longing to destroy the remnants of the equine race. The other? A dark one who wishes to save her alignment but also does not. Call them star crossed if you will...but they are not. Fate will decide tonight whether or not this will work, if the duo will choose to remain with each other. It will most likely fail. In her eyes? It already has.
No. This is wrong. Hope strikes against the flint, sparking a tiny flame. Daring her to unfurl those black wings and take flight. To be spontaneous. Random. Loved. Loved? HA. What a notion. To allow someone into the inner sanctum of her cold heart? Unheard of. Ridiculous. Not. Going. To. Happen. End of story. Shut the book. Goodnight. A whisper floats on the gentle breeze. "My dear, give him a chance." Mother. Ignautia's mother. A sigh. Perhaps it is time to produce an heir to the dark immortal throne. No. Not with him.
The battle continues to rage on. Fiery arrows back and forth. Excellent points being made. Those same points being denied in a steady stream. A headache forms on the fringes of her mind. Always happens when arguing with one's self. Especially with one's mother. No matter how long she has departed from this cruel world. Ravished world. By a monster. A monster who thinks he will be happy if all of the equine race is destroyed. A fool.
He is taken slightly guard. Something she said caused that. Ah, her question. Of course. A please smile graces her features. Gone. In a flash. At his reply. Her breathing shakes, unsteady and sporadic. Did not bleed? How could she have possibly missed that. Chastising herself most harshly, the fae examines his pelt. Nothing. It would be noticeable. After all, his coat is pure white. "You!" Anger surges anew through her veins. "You destroyed my family. Stole everyone I ever loved. In your selfish hatred." A scream. From...her? Fresh heartbreak as the memories flow through her, the losing of her friends and parents.
Agony. It ripples through her. Touching here and there and spreading its circled pattern. Poisoning Ignautia. If not for her immortality that would kill her before his touch. Ignoring his words, declarations of wanting her to stay with him. She keeps walking away. Lost in her sorrow. Pain. Misery. Grief. Acute grief. A fresh wave tackles the femme into the dirt. Still, she walks away. There is no point in fighting those that cannot die.
Now facing him, the vix answered. Awaited his reply though none came, only the touching of his maw to her pinned audits. A snort. The nerve. Touching her for a second time. "Do not touch me. I will not be caressed by a murderer." As the words left her silk lips, something chipped off a piece of her core. It puzzled her. The dark immortal had no desire to be anywhere near him.
The longing in his speech draws her like a fly to honey. Resistance visible as the fae steps closer. Willing her hooves to stop their movements, she spoke harshly, only the soft subtle undertone betraying her hatred. "I am choosing to waste something, am I? I do not see how that is possible. I feel nothing but disgust for you. You choose both? How can you choose to be loved when no one loves you? Please answer that dear stallion." He shifted, walked away. Her graceful frame follows, cautiously. Not trusting him. A conceding sigh. Her vocals rang out softly, "Perhaps I have been too harsh. I will stay for this night to hear your side of the story." Her pistons carried her all to willing to his side where her onyx muzzle pressed into his snow-colored side. Waiting to see if he would accept her offer to stay for tonight.
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Aug 10, 2008 20:24:18 GMT -5
You fear it.
What it is no one is sure. Not even I my darling, am sure. Is it death? Certainly not. We would welcome it now; yet we wouldn't. You rack your miserable brain; trying to find a suitable answer to this annoying question. Have you found something? For I fear you will. You will find the truth. And no matter any proverb about the truth setting us free--the truth is a lie. No matter the wise ones. We know better. We know of the truth and what it does to you. We know. The truth will always be a lie. A lie we give; for we are it aren't we darling?
A curious sensation passes through your awaiting form. A twang of familiarity m'dear? Where does this familiarity come from I ask. You shy. From me? From it? From this? From her? So many questions..So very little an answer. At this point, I'd believe anything you spout. For we have seen it all - familiarity is no stranger to us. We have seen those moonless nights. Those bloodred sunsets. The eerie screeches in the wind. The humbleness of your prey. Those cloudless skies. Yes; we've seen it all. All of which you care not for.
But still this familiarity is an odd one. One unrecognizable to my little creature. My monster. Is it this gaping hole in your heart? Tearing your flesh apart? Do you hear those screams from long ago? Echoing in your mind numbing form? Perhaps I say. You twitch. A twitch of fear my darling. How so? What have we to be afraid of? Rejection? We laugh in its little blistering face. We fear it not. Then what shall we call our twitching self? Nothing. For thats what we are. We are an abyss of nothingness.
We love our task. Yet we hate it equally. Equal.. You slur. You are caught in warring thoughts. You are a nobody, but a somebody. You are a disaster, but helpful. You are a lover, you are a hater. We could go on forever about you darling. And forever we have. But enough of this silliness. This blasphemy. We have things to do. Equines to kill. No no; not kill. Dispose of. But she stops out path doesn't she? You shy from the thought. Blasphemous Fiend!! So what if we are? The voice remains silent to us.
A voice draws you out of your mind. Back to this place. This horrid, wretched place. But what a voice it is that draws you near! You barely hear the words. That voice. That voice. What a chord it has struck! With anger. Such anger. Directed at you m'dear. Yes. You. No you wish you had listened. You turn it over in you mind as her screech pierces the chilled air. You pay no attention though it shakes your inner core. Shakes you hard. Your foreign heart begins to pound. Rushing the blood faster and faster. All you can hear is that pounding in your ears. thump, thump, thump, thump. All you hear is 'destroy...family'. All you can think is that she has figured it out. You are bewildered by her actions.
She has pieced you together. In a horrid fashion. You are out of style. You are last weeks shoes. You are just not it. You feel mesmerized by her anger, by her sorrow. But you are torn. A fresh tear on the newly found thumper. You see her walk away. Another tear. A cry of agony ripples through your bones. You stay where you are. You want to speak. You will your lips to part. Nothing comes through. Nothing. An utter of nothing. Your eyes bespoke once of nothing; now they are just a window. A reflection of her own miserable pools.
You hear her words. Shallow they are. You feel her pain; it surges through your own corpse. She steps closer. You step back. You listen once more. Her icy words searing your flesh. The daggers don't stop flying. You continue your movement while the pain grows. You still go on through her following steps. You hear her lyrics. You ignore them.
You wish to talk but you don't. You are angry. With yourself. With her. With him. You are not. Not it. You never will be. Something touches your flesh. You realize what it is. Your sides burn with rage and sorrow. You scream in pain and agony. You throw yourself into the air; willing your heart to be torn away from yourself. You dare not touch the ground. Though your hind pillars land. Your front striking out towards the face of rage. Her lovely face. You strike at her.
You feel something collide with your talons. Reality seeps into your tormented bod. Your font pistons cant find the ground fast enough. You stare at her. Seeing nothing. Your vision is blocked by hate. By fear. You fall to the ground. A loud thud reaches your ears. You weep with pain. An agonized cry ripping through your lips. Your cranium becomes wet. Your occuli leak tremendous amounts.
I...I..Im sor-- You can't finish before another cry rumbles through the thick air. You proceed to torment yourself. You wish time could stop. Even rewind. But you; you can rewind my love. You do. You listen to her earlier words. You weren't too harsh. You were..Im sorry! You want o continue but the ripping sobs will not cease.
Your head finally meets the ground in utter defeat. You feel as though the earth should open and drag you down to where you belong. You want to go deep down into Zancarrs flesh. You need to. You cant just let this slide. You have committed a terrible sin. Again. We sin on a daily basis. [/b] You cant form a reply; even withing the confines of your mind. You don't have the heart to reply. You just don't belong.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Trya on Aug 10, 2008 21:59:07 GMT -5
The time has passed faster than even I expected dear stars. Already the sun is calling. Telling us that our time is drawing to an end. Shameful. It's too soon. Our duo has not reached the point of no return. Not yet. Though my darling children I sense they will soon. It cannot be much longer. We still have hours. The day will not come too early. I will not concede my night-watch so quickly this time. " 0 Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west; Wane, be at rest." The sun, in all his fierce some glory request this of me every night. Tonight, you must help me refuse.
Look, he is lost. Thinking. Transported to another realm it would seem. The dark one seems not to notice. Let us hope not. The strain in the air is already so much. Too much. Pressure weighs around each figure. Each plant. Each rock. It cannot be held at bay. It's sole purpose is to cause an explosion. Raise hell. Crush the spirits of those nearby. Come, we must shift our position. Do not allow the Sun to suspect. Our rebellion. Setting, we are lowering. Good. Hold there. No, we cannot budge further than this. Can you see what I see?
The plague himself is wavering. Spasming almost. Inwardly. No, externally now. A twitch. How very quaint. He shows the signs of torment. An internal war almost. The cause for such turmoil on earth now appears to recall those agonizing screams of his innumerable victims. Such a pity. My dears, we mustn't show the creature such sympathy. Do not waster your tears on him. Instead, turn your gazes to our femme player. Watch her carefully. She is aware of what is taking place. Or is she? The sun calls once more. Another warning. Hold fast.
Auds swivel. His voice once exuding strength, now holds the tone of defeat. This immortal darker than even her. Weak in this moment. Trapped in his own mind. Sparring. About what? No time to ponder that. Her voice had slipped out. Fury coating her chords. Not caring who heard. Who came to see. Spectacle. That is what she has made herself. Ignautia knows this. Denies it. Fights it. Loses. Orbs dance to the heavens, "Why would you have me stumble upon him this night?" "Trust." Her mother faded out. Shut out. By him.
Ah, the beast has decided to deem us with his mental presence once more. No blame laid upon herself for her own journey. Of course not. Sea green pools deathly calm. Still. Silent. Seething. Like the calm before a terrible storm. All is not well here. This fae has always been attuned to feelings. Not her own. Others. Doubting that he has any emotions, she keeps stepping away. Wary of him. His quickening pulse. Almost as though he experienced guilt. If only he could. Another doubt.
What has just transpired! What magic! Destruction! Agony! Hope! Hope? Ah yes, she hopes it is a mistake. Fights the spark of hope. Ignores it for now. After all, there is no denying it. He killed. Her parents. Worst mistake. No, that would be even remaining here. Offering to stay. Idiotic. Mindless. Sink lower now children. Appease the sun, but remain in night. The mare turned back. Tortured eyes look at his frame. Seeking his own orbs. The calm has passed. Plainly visible to see.
A flinch. Hateful words. Syllables strewn together to inflict distress and ultimately emotional death. Hide yourselves. Turn away dears. This is too much for even you. However ancient you are. His stride remains flowing. He can sense her agony. Feels it even. It is obvious. Maybe not to her. To us? After all this time? Of course. It is one of the little joys in our lives. Obtained solely through observation since we are forbidden to speak.
Ignautia watched him walk away, dragging her behind him. Not physically. Her spirit went with him. Soon followed by her form. Dark spirit melded in with his, loved his. Began to show more now. Almost a separate entity. It touched him. Not her. It spoke softly, making the offer to stay. Never her. Ghastly creature climbed high through the air. Dropped his rear hooves to the firm ground waiting below. What? No. He cannot be doing this. In a flash, her spirit watched, writhing in pain as it's love crashed into the face of it's figure.
The blow shocked her. Paralyzed the fae as she fell. No breath came at first. Stunned. If not immortal, the strike would have killed her. Instantly. Hopefully. Pain. Orbs flickered as if dreaming, then opened. He had fallen too. Now he lay cr---crying! Infuriated by this, Ignautia raised herself up, stood over him. Eyes once more devoid of the anger dwelling inside. Calm. Serene even. Hooves scraped against the ground and hit him with the soil, covering his eyes. It bothered her to look there.
Audits pricked towards his barely audible words. Anger ripped her apart. Drove her to speak. Compelled an unwilling reply to both his fragmented statements. "You're sorry? You, a timeless murderer are saying sorry. Am I supposed to accept that and pretend you didn't kill my family? Please tell me you're not thinking that will happen."
As he lay there sobbing, her own physical pain broke through. She swayed. No injury, just the pain of the attack. Her spirit bent to him, comforted him as she observes. Torn. Recoiling her choice is made. The immortal backs away. Disgusted...with herself. Her decision. Drawing back to his side, pistons lower gracefully to the earth. Velvet maw nudging away the dirt at his eyes. Kissing his cheek once. A tear drops from her pools, travels down her cheekbone, and lands on his own soaked pelt. Her shoulder and boa now cradle his crown as he weeps. [/color]
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Aug 12, 2008 23:12:54 GMT -5
You are justified.
You are. Truly. No one ever understands your side of the story..Will they ever? But you know my darling; I will. I always will. I feel for you. You are so misunderstood. Do they honestly think you love this so called job all the time? They must be the insane ones. How can you enjoy killing? No. I take that back. There are times when you enjoy it. In fact. You enjoy the game; the play. You enjoy the win. You only enjoy the killing once in a great while--only after long periods of absence. For m'dear killing doesn't bring you pleasure anymore. For you cant kill the right way. You want combat. But you can't even do that. It is just utterly unfair. Boring. Useless.
But you still do it don't you? Do you even have consequences if you stopped? You don't know. You don't want to know. Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Your mind sputters in reaction. What a reaction it is. You don't want anyone to know. But I will, won't I dear? It depends on how high up you go on this lowly totem pole. Lowly you say? Hah. You intrigue me my little Rhetoric. This hierarchy may be construed and beaten and burned; but it is never lowly. This is the highest the world has. Life and Death. Lowly will never be a word to describe this my little monster.
After all...You had a life before this! Does no one think of that? How selfish they are! You had a life. An intricate one at that. You make one wrong move and suddenly the whole world of Zancarr is out to get you! Well you know what? We aren't going to put up with this anymore. You only infect another every few years. Unless for pure sport. Does no one think of that? They are the ones who get it themselves. Hell; they deserved it anyways. Every single one of those useless little wannabes have done something horribly wrong anyways. Even those good for nothing sun worshipers.
You wander back to those times when you were real. Your memories linger in our thoughts like gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. You are standing upon a throne of sorts. A little makeshift piece of driftwood lies in front of you. Acting like a barrier for the oncoming battle. A battle is what you have brought me to? Why my little Wolf? Why? But the memory continues without any input. There are others behind you. Some taller, some shorter, but they mostly range about the height of 15hh you guess. What a sight to see. You rebel against that thought. You must concentrate on the opposing side. Drafts. Nearly all of them are as tall as you-but so much more mass. You scoff. The sun is setting behind them. You can't wait for it to disappear. You want this to start already. Stupid drafts never advance in the sun. Though not one of them is completely onyx so you don't even see the advantage promised there.
The oncoming sun interrupts your thoughts. You see it in the horizon. Pushing on your beloved nocturnal instinct. You are at an eternal battle with the daytime. For what grisly things happen during the day? Hah! Nothing you say my love? You need to change your thoughts around. A lot of untimely deaths and torture happen during the day. Times have changed. It is not how it once was my little old fashioned beast. Just as the time changes to day; the world changes with it. You know that. I know you do. I make sure you take care to remember such things. But you care not. What can I do to make you realize?
Ah. I see the real reason. Now I see it. I invision your wall. Trying to block me from the what lies on the other side. How dare you? How dare you control him in that manner? You do not need to make him implode with uncertainty. You do not need to hinder his own chance of survival. You do not need to screw with his mind-you are hindering your own death machine! Is that the point; my love is that the point of this? You must answer me! I don't care who you think you are. We are just realistic. [/b] Realistic? You face smolders with rage. Your scorn raises higher than ever before. When you were young; this happened. But you are much older now-in so many different ways my love. So many. They say the devils water it aint so sweet, you dont have to drink right now, you can dip your feet every once in a, little while. But you did more than dip you feet didnt you? You were pulled down and drowned. Drowned. They Have infected you. --- Your sobs have stopped just long enough for you to hear her thud as her bodice hits the ground. You let a shrill cry escape from your enraged yet sorrowed lips. There is an odd taste to them. The taste of tears. Of angry tears. Of sorrowed tears. Tears of fear. Just tears. Your throat dries up. Your eyes are still welled from weeping so much it caused you pain. Physical and mental pains. Mental scarring is more like it.[/b] You refuse to answer. You hear the air swish as a body comes to the ground. You feel her presence above you. You stare at the ground. Terrified. A foreign substance hits your eyes. It seeps in through the cracks. You deserved this. But you cant feel it. You want to feel it. You long to. But you cant. And you deserved it! And you cant even feel it. How wrong this world is. Suicide is out of the question though. Which is horribly wrong in both our opinions, isn't it my love? Interrupted. By her. The mare. She speaks lowly of you. You deserved that to; you think. You still wont look up. You don't know how to reply. How about 'Technically I didn't kill your family. Curiosity killed the cat miss.'. You chuckle. A relief. A relief I have given you. You move on as if she hasn't spoken. Still angered-still sorrowed. You see the glimpse of hooves moving away. You sigh. A loud uncomfortable sigh. You close your eyes. yet now something comes closer. You hope it has come to kill you. If that was possible. It lowers next to you. As if waiting with a knife hanging above you neck. Impending doom. You feel it coming closer. You feel its breathing. Getting closer. Awfully close. It rumbles on your skin; this breath. Soft and warm. Your thoughts twist around it. Great. I have a silk robed assassin. The breathing comes closer even. Something grazes upon you.. --- Have you blacked out? For you really shouldn't have. Do you know what angel kneels upon this very ground? You feel something drop unto your very own cranium. Blood. You open your eyes waiting to see who your killer has come to be. But she is there. In your way. You cant see the killer. But then you notice...Twas a tear that fell down her own crafted face. You whip out of her embrace before you even notice what you are doing; before she even has drawn in her next breath. You are gone. Twenty paces away. Your breathing is ragged. Your ears are pinned as if nailed to your skull. Your tassels are still lingering in the wind from your movement. Your eyes are smoldering with anger. Your legs are braced. You stare down at the mare. The wonderful, beautiful mare..No.Your voice is climbing up your esophagus. Your jaw tightens. Your voice erupts. Loud and clear. As if a yell. I don't need your comfort. Nor do I deserve it.[/blockquote][/size]
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