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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Oct 20, 2008 19:10:51 GMT -5
Bloody equine galloped, having nowhere to go. Fog swirled around him in the early dawn, creating a eerie glow of his coat. Dark pools surveyed the land wearily. The stallion was sick and tired of being alone each and every day, and he carried a burden around on his shoulders. He had no friends to share it with, no herd to help him along his way.
The only thing he knew how to do, according to others, was scare everybody away and bring bad luck. How was it his fault? The arabian carried himself humbly, whipcord limp and hanging, mane barely fluttering in the rushing wind.
The curtain of gray parted slightly, letting in a orange glow through the cleft in the clouds. Psycho finally stopped as he almost ran smack into a huge curving oak. Staring into the thick branches above him, he prayed to the noble tree. The tree was so strong, so.. good. It was taken as a good omen.
"Why, why can't you help me show others that I'm not a psychopath?"
He asked softly, talking to the tree. Hot fluids flowed down his face, and he hummed slightly. |
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Post by fearless. on Oct 20, 2008 19:23:45 GMT -5
The palomino mare walked sullenly across the grassy terrain with no place in particular to go. Her eyes were half closed as she moved painstakingly forward. Was there even a point to life? She had no friends, no enemies, and no love...should she even be here?
Genuine Insomnia flicked her banner across her rump in an attempt to dislodge the pesky flies that bit unforgivingly at her. They scattered almost immediately and returned to their places after about two seconds. She sighed and finally gave up on the annoying creatures.
Genuine's vibrant green eyes closed momentarily into a long, drawn out blink. It felt so good to just let go...her body and mind were tired. The poor mare needed a break. She pushed herself constantly and was on the verge of breaking. She no longer felt the power when she made stallions practically bend over backwards for her. She no longer felt the urge to make a stallion want her...what was wrong with her?
Her mind drifted back to the present as she approached a stag who looked semi crazy. She decided in that instant to go back to her old ways and see how she felt about it. Poor stallion...he was in for a ride of a lifetime. This mare could play dirty if she really wanted to.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Oct 20, 2008 20:09:12 GMT -5
Psycho grinned momentarily as the fog lifted, casting more dawn light on him. He dropped his crown to the emerald blades, plucking the tips off carefully, making sure to not pull the roots up. He was set in his ways and was very picky when it came to things like that. He was careful to not let the grass get to short, or else it would die.
His crown slowly rose as he heard a cracking noise and the rhythmic 'thud thud' of falling hooves. Bloody brute flicked his whipcord lazily, looking at her through half-closed eyelids. He bobbed his head and trotted up to her, not really caring if she was going to be hostile or not. Who cared if he died? He didn't. His herd certainly did not.
"Who are you?"
He muttered. He really didn't care, but he at least wanted to sound normal. He shuffled his hooves slightly and stood squared, tilting his head sideways slightly. He studied her. She was quite pretty, a palomino paint.
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Post by fearless. on Oct 21, 2008 20:41:56 GMT -5
Genuine watched with mock curiousity as the stallion ate the grass in the most peculiar way. He made sure not to pluck up the roots...when she at she just dug in and got what she wanted...oh well...he didn't look normal anyways.
She snorted when he trotted up to her and asked who she was. "My cursing is Genuine Insomnia. Who are you, brute?" She flicked her whipcord towards him flirtaciously and pawed the ground. How could he resist her devilish charm? Her nares opened up instinctively as she took in the scents around her.
Genuine took a step closer to the stallion and spoke, her words dipped in honey, "What brings you out here all alone?" Her ears twitched impatiently as she awaited his reply. Something told her that this stallion wasn't right...only time would really tell. Maybe he was...or maybe he wasn't. Truthfully, she could care less. She would just use him to see if she still had that power and then dump him hard. She didn't care what happened to this bloody stag.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Oct 21, 2008 21:09:27 GMT -5
Psycho glared at the mare as she pretended to be curious of him eating. Mares, actually, any horse for that matter, tended to think he was stupid. A mocking attitude danced behind her eyes, not hidden very well.
"Miss, I am not stupid."
He spat, stamping a fore-dagger at her. He watched as she tried to flirt with him. Did she actually find him attractive? Psycho's wheels in his mind creaked in attempt to see what her real meaning was.
You could notice that he was thinking hard. His eyes were closed and his crown bobbed slightly, as if agreeing with himself. Finally growing annoyed that he couldn't figure out her real meaning, he gave up on it.
"Cursing? What do you mean, Cursing? Shouldn't your name be a blessing?"
He questioned, tilting his head to the side quizzically. His eyes scanned her, up and down. She was quite pretty, but was annoying in a sense.
"I'm am Psycho, or Psychotic Mess, as most call me. And why can a stallion not be alone?"
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Post by fearless. on Oct 22, 2008 18:00:49 GMT -5
Genuine tilted her finely shaped head at him curiously. He's not stupid? What's that supposed to mean? She swished her tail towards him and pinned her ears as he struck out a forepaw. "I never said that you were, stag!" Her voice was etched in ice at his rude action.
She watched as his eyes closed. It looked like he was deep in thought so she didn't even bother interupting him. He had already been rude enough. She stamped her hoof impatiently and scoffed at his question. "No...its not a blessing. Who names their kid Genuine Insomnia? That is not a good name to me....I consider it a cursing...my mother named me it because I used to keep her up all night and she hated me for it..." She rolled her eyes at him and kicked up a little dust with her hoof.
Psycho? Seriously...she thought her name was bad. The name suited him well. She looked at him quizzically and carefully thought out her next words. "What gained you that name?" She was expecting a harsh answer in reply, but at this point she didn't really care. She could defend herself if need be.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Nov 4, 2008 21:36:07 GMT -5
"Yes, but you implied it."
He said simply, shrugging to show he really did not care all that much. Really, he did not care what people thought of him. He just wanted to try and show them that he could be 'normal', as most called it. What was normal, anyway?
Psycho searched his memory, trying to figure out what Genuines name meant. Genuine meant true.. And Insomnia.. What did it mean? Ah yes. It meant sleepless, or something along the lines. True Sleeplessness? That made no sense. After Genuine said her next words, Psycho finally figured out what she meant. Nodding his head vigorously, he spoke.
"Me? Nobody likes me. They called me Mess, Psycho and other things, because of my mother and father. It's because I'm different. And I shine like blood."
He said solemnly, looking serious. He nodded his head, though nobody knew why. He cocked his head to one side like a young colt trying to figure something out. The mare was nice enough, but something sinister was bubbling below the act. Deciding to ignore it, he broke into a smile.
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Post by fearless. on Nov 5, 2008 18:47:02 GMT -5
Genuine shook her head and snorted angrily, "No, you just assumed that I meant you were stupid. So don't try and put that off on me." Her eyes flashed as she took a step away and raised her head. Her whipcord swished rapidly as she struggled to control herself. After a few seconds she breathed deeply and regained her composure.
"Ha, well I guess Genuine Insomnia is better than that...my mother was a brat...she abandoned me when I was barely able to eat grass. I was an accident and she wouldn't let me forget it..." Her mind wandered back in time to her mother. The fiery red paint danced in the back of her mind, haunting her very being. She hated her mom so much and never wanted to see the jerk again. She would probably kill her if she did...
Genuine nodded thoughtfully and studied Psycho's coat. It did kind of look like blood...The mare returned his smile eagerly, wondering if he suspected her act.
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