when shadows {get hungry}

[rapture]

A u l a i
Inspired knowledge it is that there can actually be a sense
of right and wrong in this corrupted empire, awaiting its past
date of downfall and the rising of a new destruction.

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I am here, that is fact. Another: I had never left. Sporadic breaks took place when you chose to play the role of the 'good' people. We all know the truth: you simply donned the mask, and you never were good. I would have come back whenever you chose to end your silly charade, stopped pretending to be something you never will be.

You attempt to live in a variety of ways- wide little eyes searching... for what? You don't know. You strive to follow patterns, never straying to create your own path. You're afraid of being ostracized and so you live the life that has been set before you- go to school, get good grades, get married, have children and the ultimate- die. Such is the traditional pattern of your people and to break it is taboo. It is the most likely path to follow, for you are all mindless cattle. You care only about your lives, not others. Any 'good' that you do ultimately benefits yourselves. Pity…perhaps I shall not.

You all claim to have dreams while even fewer of you accomplish them. Then again, your dreaming is a transparent cover for your weak-willed urges to change what is and what remains to be. The interests of others, of those that you don't even know, rule you, your people. You are dictated by your ruler, Ego. Who has less? Who has more? Who shall enter Paradise and who shall not? Here is a question for you- who is worthy enough to make those choices?

It's all about 'me' and 'I'. Every decision is carefully considered using one or both of those terms, aren't they? And perhaps that is why your kind has chosen to live in their bubbles of ignorance. From behind its shield, you cannot see the horrors of other's lives as they struggle through poverty and disease. Your rose-colored glasses hide the filth that they crawl through daily and fill out their bone-filled bags of skin. Your illusion is so perfect that it is indeed filled with flaws. Flaws that are invisible to you cattle.

As you build your lives, you're destroying others. d**n everyone else, right? Who are they to get in the way of your ascent to Perfection? Yes. That is indeed who you are. You create wars to drain others of their resources and lives. Your hands mold diseases and weapons to attack others instead of something to feed the hungry. You are too consumed with your greed and wrath. That is the level of your great technology and evolution. It is sickening. Free will has lead you far from grace- you weren't created for this.

It's funny how so few of you can grasp this concept despite the fact that so many try. What is it that isn't sinking into your pathetic little heads? Is it too much for you? Ohhh, poor little beastie!

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I struck out in anger, the single hoof biting deep into the earth. The rich scent of soil alerted me of the land's wound. I didn't care. Why should I? I'm just another body in this world, another voice crying out in the crowd of millions. I pull my charcoaled chin to my chest as I let myself loose to these pent up emotions. Up, down, up, down. I race and kick, sending my heels to the star-strewn heavens. It felt good, as always.

It wasn't long before I was fighting for breath, I could feel my lungs working like billows to capture every spare molecule of oxygen. My heart pounded against my ribs, beat firmly against the walls of my veins and arteries. I was alive. I let the world know it by releasing a triumphant cry that rang in my ears long after my jaws snapped shut. Would anyone hear? Perhaps.

I ducked my golden head as I pulled my legs beneath me. I stood square and proud as my blood was meant to be. I tossed my head up in a flare for the dramatic, letting my chocolate locks fall into place rather haphazardly. Let them come.

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ooc: this is open to anyone. c: and just as a note, I don't normally write this long- I felt that one of my stories would be the perfect intro for 'Lai. ;D

[rapture]

ooc: -hopefullly pokes post-

[FalconX]

Dazeedo

incomplete/complete

667 words

≤≥I'm made this way≤≥

A ebony and ivory beast stalked the forest. The lean creature moved forward with the grace of a swan. The pistons of the monster made a horrendous racket as they fell to the earthy floor on which he stood. He crept through the trees like a panther, he might have blended in with the darkness if not for the white patches upon his hide. Cold brown orbs watched the terra with a scowl upon his mug. The brute was unhappy, to say the least. Banner flashed back and forth, going fast enough to sting anything it touched. His maw opened and closed as he clacked his teeth in annoyance. Liquid pools narrowed and he let his pistons fall to the ground even more heavily. There wasn't anything out there that could beat him, so why be quiet? He wasn't talking something so there was no need to conceal himself. Despite those thoughts, and the racket he made, his large frame stayed concealed by the shelter the trees in the forest provided. Salmon pink tongue ran along his ivory teeth. True equines were herbivores, yet darks had a lust for blood. Though they may not eat what they have killed. Orbs narrowed he lowered his gaze to the ground. An icy breeze blew over him and played with his tresses. Winters freezing cold fingers ran down his body. The brutes coat shivered as if removing a pesky fly, but he did not stop walking. Ebonite hooves still pounding the ground down like he would an opposing stallion. Leaves and branches cracked easily beneath the monsters weight. Boa snaked out he parted his velvet kissers and snapped at a bug. Snorting in irritation. Was there any time of year that those pests didn't collect upon his coat?

≤≥I don't change≤≥

The freezing temperatures and lack of a better shelter was quickly driving the brute mad. Yes darks were cold, yet he didn't like winter very much. The weaker equines will perish. That was perhaps the only good thing about winter. Other than that it was simply a nuisance. Something that horses wished didn't exist. The brute himself had no been living very long. He was a young stallion and there were probably many others that were wiser than he. Yet one thing was for certain. Ever since he was born he hadn't changed. Yes he had matured. But his attitude and the way he did things. The way he talked even, had never changed. He was born a dark, will always be a dark. Heck! He darn well enjoys being a dark. Of course, enjoys probably isn't the word he would use. He never has really enjoyed anything. Except perhaps the taste of blood, and maybe even getting mares...

≤≥Get used to it≤≥

His mind was on a never ending rampage yet his harks stood straight and alert a top his crown. Nares open and quivering to take in the scents that might tell him if other equine were near. He was here to claim mares. Hopefully many mares. However he figured he would have to learn to start with one. He was here to do one of the things he semi enjoyed. With a blank expression on his face he caught the scent of a femme. Liquid pools peaked with a vague interest yet he followed the scent. Just perhaps this femme was a true dark. The one that could fight for themselves yet still obeyed his authority. A smirk now upon his jowl his chocolate hued lanterns finally landed upon the femme whose scent he had followed. Walking up confidently he arched his boa ever so slightly. He wasn't much for showing off. He didn't change himself for others. This was who he was and the femme would just need to accept that. I am Dazeedo, what is your name femme?" The question slipped from his maw and he waited. Eyeing her frame for a bit before returning his gaze to her veneer.

Actor: Dazeedo
Muse: Blah D=
Notes: Recycled post, sorry! Next one won't be recycled.