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Post by Daisy on Apr 16, 2009 8:58:30 GMT -5
I walked slowly, there was no point of running anywhere anymore. Where should I run to? Home, I don't have one. Now I am just wandering in no particular direction. My life has no meaning anymore, my soul had vanished and I am just a empty shell. My once sparkling eyes have turned dull, my shining pelt is now a contrast of a black and a muddy white. I stepped into a stream, the water started to run against my legs which cleaned them. A dazzling white hit my eyes, shaking my head I moved on. The cleaned white pelt against the mud above my cannons. It was shocking to see the white that I wasn't used to. I never went through water, I drunk quickly and then stepped away. It was a fear I had never conquered, maybe it was because that was how my mother had died. My beautiful paint mother, she was neutral but my father was dark. He captured my mother, and the only way she could escape was to have me. I have always hated my father even though he did care for me when I was young and mother died. I am grateful for him keeping me, that is the only thing I 'like' about him. I walk alone now, with no herd as its only best. Horses don't take kindly to me anymore, thats why I have grown harsh on them. Lifting my head to the air, I could smell the scent markings of a territory not far away. It was the scent of the dark king. Thunder rumbled above me and I spooked, stepping back and falling in the stream. Cold, wet water ran over my body as I scrambled up the bank. My coat was now dazzling as the rain started to hit, it washed the mud and I looked stunning once again.
Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty
The broken rose with laughin' eyes
You're a mystery, always runnin' wild
Something stirred inside me, a feeling that had never been there before. I felt power, my own strengths and for once I felt in control. By eyes were like jewels and I kicked up to a gallop. I raced around the open fields, no one claimed them so I did what I pleased. I skidded to a halt, mud flew in all directions and a laughing came from me. It was strange, to feel happy again and like I did. Nothing could stop me now, I was Perfect. Yes, that is what my mother called me and it is true. A dazzling Pintabian, ebony and ivory splashed on my pelt. I was a amazing sight. Now, a evil flashes in my eye. I am no mere neutral, my father saw to that and I am now leading the dark ways. I will crush and burn anyone I see. I will bring on the heartbreak. No horse can stop me now. Looking at the royal lands I smile, a wicked gleam within my eyes. Tonight, on this cold evening someone will be lucky. Perfect is back, and I am ready to win.
Like a child without a home
You're always searching, searching for a feeling
That it's easy come and easy go
The wind causes my wet mane to whip at my neck, I am wet but not cold. Rain is pelting down as I get closer to the lands, it seems like it is warning me back. I ignore the thunder and sheet lightning which lights the sky, I am now on the lands borders. Shall I enter, or run away. My mind is made up before you can answer the question, I step into the land. My hooves mark the ground, there is no going back now. Wicked eyes scan the land, it is dark but I take the lightning to my advantage. I manage to look at some of my surroundings so I rear and niegh into the silent land. I slowly drop back to the ground, and flick my soaking tail. The thunder rumbles again, I look up to the sky and the rain pelts against my face. Shaking my head, I trot around the lands and then I find my hoof sinking into water. I looked up to see a lake, ripples formed with every drop of rain. It looked amazing, devilish and I smiled my sly, evil smile. I shook my mane, making water fly around me, it didn't last long though. The rain coming down soaked it once more. Slowly, though, the rain died down and the clouds moved to the west. After they had gone, a bright moon appeared and I could see the lands better than before. I saw the lake and some caves toward the east. It was rather pretty, but held something within and I knew it was evil. The land sucked you in, it was beautiful but devilish. Everything was cursed, that part was the best. I shook myself once more, letting water fly off my coat and leave it damp.
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Post by FalconX on Apr 16, 2009 10:56:20 GMT -5
The stallion stalked through his lands, rain sliding down his soaked bi hued pelt. Brown eyes gazed out at his territory with the intensity of a predator. The lies they fed humans these days. That horses were prey animals. Prey animals felt fear, had things that prowled upon them, that they were helpless to beat. Dazeedo felt no fear, he was a predator. A beast lurking in the shadows, ready to strike, fangs bared, and venom dripping from his ivories. His ink black pistons pounded the earth, mud clinging to his hooves as he walked. The force of his pistons striking the ground, causing mud to fling up, speckling his two toned pelt with brown. The brute shook his head, the concaved face giving him a semblance of elegance. However, the scars marring his pelt warned away would be challengers. Showing he had battld many, and those that challenged him had not fared well. His body had the muscles of a seasoned warrior, and all elegance was lost if you saw him completely. The attentiveness in his eyes showed you he was always on the alert, even if he was a Dark, he would do anything to protect his herd. His ears were forward, and then flicked to all sides, listening for the sounds of an intruder. Nares quivered, aiding him in his search. His entire frame quivered as he caught the scent of another horse. Yet, as quickly as he smelled it, it was gone. The rain and wind whipping it away from him. But the brute knew it had been there. Like a wolf, he bared his teeth, mahogany hued eyes flashing, mane and forelock plastered to his pelt by the rain.
When you see me,
You will cower.
When you hear me,
you will run.
His pace, once a fast walk, incrased into a canter. His powerful legs propelling him towards where he thought the equine would be. He snorted, tossing his head and arching his boa, muscles defined so well you could see them work as he ran. Anger flowed through his veins, and a light of, what some believed to be, insanity, flickered in his twin orbs. Banner held high, and head carried proudly, he moved with the dignity of everthing he was, the King of the Darks. He paused, dancing on his hooves, eyes looking from one direction to the other, trying to decide which way to go. With a sharp turn, almost like that of a cutting horse, he swerved to the right. Hooves pounding away furiously as he made his way towards the intruder. From the scent he had caught, the horse that was in his lands was a female. Despite that fact, she could be a challenger, as insane as it sounded, mares were now fighting for land. He would not stand for that. But perhaps, she was here, wanting to join his herd. Dazeedo was more than willing to add to his harem of mares.
When you watch me,
you will know.
I. AM.
DEATH.
Finally, the intruder came into view. A mare that resembled him in a way. The elegantly dished face, and the black and white pelt. A wicked gleam entered his eyes, and an equally devilish smile claimed his maw. Arching his neck, he pracitcally pranced his way to her. He was a stallion after all. Banner still held high, and flowing behind him. The glow of the moon turning the black areas of his pelt a shade of raven's wing blue. The white on his pelt now seemed to glow, making both him and the mare look like ghost horses floating through the night. Phantoms, an illusion. A mere mirage of horses. "I am King of these lands, and of the Dark alliance." He began, his voice booming through the relatively quiet area. "State your business in here" He commanded, a hiss in his words as per usual for the ebon and ivory hued beast.
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Post by Daisy on Apr 16, 2009 11:41:14 GMT -5
I was starting to get bored, waiting around in the night. Then the scent of him was there, I glanced up and saw him standing before me. "Why hello my king" I said in my venomous voice. My words were like venom, full of evil. Flicking my ebony tail I raised my head, looking at him. His pelt was like my own, we were also the same breed. "The similarities, its amazing" I whispered and gave him a sly smile. My smiles never had joy in them, and I was proud of it somehow. "My business? And who are you to ask?" I said, knowing full well he was the dark king "well, I guess you are my king. I am here to fight" I stated. Flicking my tail again I arched my boa and stood tall before stamping by hoof into the mud. I bunched my muscles, even for a femme I had battled many and it showed. I was powerful, he would surely accept a great female like me. "No, I am in no mood for fighting tonight. A mere joining is good enough for me" I said and let out a sly laugh. No joy filled the laugh, my father would be impressed but my mere mother would hate it.
Oh I'm sorry but it's true
You're bringin' on the heartache
Takin' all the best of me
I lifted my long, ivory legs and reared a little, remembering that my great father told me that he picked my mother because of her strengths. He had also told me that if all else fails, flirt. "So, do you have a queen with you in these magnificent land? Surely a great stallion like you has one" she asked and tossed her silver mane. It glowed in the moonlight, I was a impressive mare indeed and I knew more than anyone. Yes, flirting was a good thing and I happened to be very good at it. Then again, I was good at everything as I was Perfect and the ultimate equine. No brute could never stand in my way, the grieving was over and I was back. Evil laced my words, it sparkled in my eyes and if you looked at me when you were challening one thing would go through you head, run. I was the equine no one could beat, except maybe the kin that were sired by him and I was there dam. Foals, they were the next generation and you had to teach them quickly before their own ways caught up with them. I thought of tiny foals, with their pelt shining and the baby fluff slowly turning into a silky masterpiece. I then cut out of my daydream and looked back at my king, a brute so strong he could crush anyone except from me that was. He was the only one that could possibly be my mate, he had power and power is what I needed. To be able to control other equine, for them to look up to me as I was amazing. The lights would be the first to die, next the neutrals who liked the lights. Darks ruled the lands.
Oh can't you see?
You got the best of me
Whoah can't you see?
I opened my mouth, my words flowed again "I am cursed Nobody's Perfect, thanks to my neutral mother. My great father though, has me dubbed Perfect which I do prefer" she began and then finished off her sentance "what are you cursed, my great king?". I was making sure whenever I adressed him I had a good thing there. Great, amazing... Whatever worked to ensure my place in the herd. Flicking my tail I waited for his answer, his name would be like hearing the most amazing king talk. The again, he was the most amazing king, so I would be hearing the most amazing king talk. I looked into his eyes, the evil filled pools which could hypnotize. I could feel myself sinking into a trance so I snapped out of it quick, this stallion made me feel so weird. It wasn't love, it wasn't a likeness either. It was a desire which I felt for him, I wanted him to be with me so I could be great. I wanted to be queen, no other position would make me truly happy as I needed power.
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Post by FalconX on Apr 16, 2009 12:15:30 GMT -5
The first few words out of her velvet maw eased the anger in him. Though her words were not kind, nor were they without the presence of evil, they held no sarcasm. She was not here to challenge or fight for his land. His eyes looked her over, her body elegant, yet muscled. Scars of battle on her pelt. She was an impressive looking mare indeed. Even as she was, she would've had no chance up against him in battle. Stallions could not defeat him, so no mare would ever. The brute smirked at her next lyrics. "Indeed, your blood is as black as mine." A twisted compliment, but one none the less. The mare should be happy, that was something he had never said to anyone. Always believing he was the blackest of the darks, figuratively speaking of course. He tilted his head to the side, harks forwad as he caught her venomous words. "Fight, you say?" He questioned with a wicked grin. Somehow he doubted her words. Or rather, he doubted she was here to fight with him. Perhaps intitially she was, but maybe upon seeing him she changed her mind? Instead wishing for the power one received when becoming Queen and standing by his side. He smirked as she contradicted her own words, he was right again, of course. "A mere joining? Forgive me, but I have a feeling that you don't want a <i>mere<i> joining." He knew her type well, wanting power. But he also knew, he had never encountered a mare as powerful as her, as of yet.
His brown eyes watched her powerful body lift into the air, in a partial rear. The muscles etched clearly in her pelt. She was indeed an amazing sight. A small, twisted grin pulled at the corners of his velvet kissers. Despite the fact that she tried to be subtle, mentioning the 'queen' was a definite give away she wanted the position, and she kept flattering him. Not that he minded, but the stallion wasn't stupid. "Indeed, a quite amazing golden treasure of a Queen" He said with a devilish grin. Wondering how she would take it. When, in all reality, he was considering kicking the Queen, or rather, almost former Queen out of his lands. The dumb mare was refusing to give him an heir. He had no need for her anymore. After waiting for a while, he was impatient, she evaded him every breeding season. Enough was enough. He was past his breaking point, it was time to kick the femme out. Dazeedo tossed his head, watching the mare from under his forelock. He struck the ground with a piston, unconciously showing off his well muscled chest as he did so. The darkness he saw in her, in her eyes, told him that she could make a great Dark Queen. But he had to be careful, would she ever betray him? To get the full power of the throne without having to answer to him, to the King? Questions like that were common in his mind, for he was the leader of the Dark Alliance. They had no morals, no rules or code to follow. Except the rules given by the Dark Royals, and even they could be overthrown. Yes, he must tread cautiously.
"Perfect?" He gave a sinister chuckle. "It seems your father dubbed you well. For you are the perfect dark femme fatale" He grinned evilly. His choice of words, femme, meaning lady, and fatale, meaning disaster, fitting for the mare before him. He arched his neck and looked at her. "I am cursed Dazeedo." Tossing his head, he moved forward, circling her as would a vulture over their prey. "A joining, is what your request, Perfect?" He asked with a hiss. Though he knew the answer, it was more of a rhetorical question, she could answer if desired. "A joining is what you shall receive, for how can I, turn away, a mare as 'perfect' as you?" He smirked, coming to stand in front of her yet again.
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Post by Daisy on Apr 16, 2009 13:15:28 GMT -5
I listened as the king talked. He seemed to know what I wanted. A small chuckle escaped my kissers "and how would you know what I wanted, though I must say you are along the right lines" she said, not answering his question but in the same way answering it. Her ears pricked as he talked again, he had a queen? "ah, so where is this prince or princess of yours. Surely she would have given you a heir by now" she said. She chose her words carefully, she could tell he was lying by the grin as she was not stupid. My eyes watched him, he probably wasn't the best stallion on this earth. He was strong though, I was impressed and by my observation he had won a few battles in his time. I thought about it, I needed to show him I would make a great queen. Who could trust a strange mare now anyway? I would show him I could be trusted in a way, I just had to think of that way. I watched him though, the moonlight made everything seem so ghostly. I would never say romantic, that was the light way of thinking and I was no light. I then looked into his eyes again, I stepped forward and toward him. I could see more then in the moonlight.
You're bringin' on the heartbreak
Bringin' on the heartache
You're bringin' on the heartbreak
A smile smile tugged at my lips as he said about my name "would you prefer a angel my king, as a disaster is much greater" I called and shook my mane. I listened, Dazeedo? What a extraordinary name "well, Dazeedo, at least my name has a meaning" I said and watched as he circled me. As he talked my ears flicked toward him, catching what he said and I chuckled. He used my name and I rolled my eyes, I may be dubbed Perfect but some would say I was far from it. That I was the most evil mare, that is what the light kind said. That I was the devil, sent up from hell itself and how I should be killed for safety of the herds. I thought about my answer and then smiled as I talked back to him "well it would be rather difficult. As I am Perfect, who would want to turn away that as it could prove to be the worst decision ever. I mean, something perfect would birth perfect foals and be the perfect queen" came my evil voice. I had gone a little to far with my final words, I had said that I would make the perfect queen but I just smiled without caring what I had just said. I then started to talk more of his 'amazing' queen "she must be a amazing dark then, to be with you. I would always do my duties as a queen if I had the chance. My father decided I could not be the lead of his lands, as soon as he found his new lead. She produced him a colt. He was a evil colt, I almost killed him once. Thats how I got the scar on my rump. My own father did that to me." she said and then looked at him. Her eyes showed nothing away but she knew that he knew that she wanted to be queen.
Bringin' on the heartache
Can't you see?
Oh whoah
I flicked my tail again. Somehow, I didn't feel right. My stomach was churning, was I fearing something? Then again, I could sense something. My ears turned, I could hear nothing but could sense creatures near. I was alert, then I realised. Predators. This would be the perfect way to get Dazeedo to like me. So he would know that I could protect his, no, our herd. I relaxed my posture once more and then turned away from the stallion and started a elegant trot. It wasn't long before they came up to me. That was when I started to attack. Even when I was in this state I was elegant. Focusing only on the creatures, I attacked. My hooves went crashing into one of the predators back. There were about four here. Moutains Lions. I twisted my body, in time to sink my teeth into a tail. The injured one was slowly creeping away. My body turned and cantered toward in. My hooves crashed into its skull. It died instantly. One down, three to go. One was on my back, I lied down as quickly as possible and rolled. The bones crunched under me. Another one dead. The other two started to flee. My legs started to speed up, moving into a gallop. I managed to crush one of them. It wailed in pain. I left it whining and caught up with the other one. Then, I crushed a skull. It died like the others. Cantering back, I reached the one barely alive and sent my hooves onto its head. They were all dead. I trotted back to Dazeedo, their blood on my pelt. "Sorry about that, I would hate them to of hurt your herd" she said flicking her mane and standing to facing him.
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