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So here I am. Just me, myself, I, and my problems. Yes, my problems. Problems that were unbearable and unforgettable. If you never met me and just heard about me your first reaction would be saying "GROW UP!". But its kinda hard to when your still considered a juvenile. I wish I could grow up and forget all about everything. You'd think I was just throwing a pity party for myself and forgetting about everyone else that suffers in the world. Truth be told, I envy them. Anything could, correction, would be better than this. Again so here I am just a year old. I don't know love, happiness, joy, peace, or comfort. All I have ever experienced was just the opposite. No, I am not a dark or a thestral, or even a light or neutral. I don't know what I am or who I will become in the future. All I see is a long lonely road to no were in noweresville. Thats alright with me. Seeing no one and speaking to no one was better. I didn't want to deal with it again. The less I was noticed the more likely I was able to get out of the hxll-hole.
I am not very attractive or striking. My bland mocha color blends in with anything in the forestry, except the plants and herbs. I live forever with scars upon my coat and inside. I do have a sort of a temper and I would rather not be bothered. I wouldn't kill anyone though. That's were I am soft. If you haven't done any harm to me then I won't do anything to you. It's just the way it goes and flows for me. It's worked so far so I haven't seen any need to get more tough.
MY miniature daggers brushed and slightly dragged across the topography as I walked on. My pate hung low and my opticals fixed on the soil. I didn't want to look at anyone or anything. My barrel lifted and dropped slowly as my breaths were silent and long. Harks didn't perch they just drooped off to the side. My banner now just long enough cascaded to one side of my nape. The scars across my facade looked like some signs a tribe painted on my cheek bone. It was blue after all. The bruises color never left the area so the scar was now pigmented azure. Might as well have a feather in my dreds as well. Life was quiet, life was the same as it was for a month. Traveling to find something better. But what was better. Was all I experienced the best it could get. If so, what was I still doing here? Why didn't I just give-up a long time ago. Maybe all the answers would be solved here.
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« Reply #1 on Jul 6, 2007, 12:18pm » | |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone was gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor; I muttered, tapping at my chamber door--
For surely it is only this, only this and nothing more.
†Someplace new and someplace grand, that was what the doctor ordered. Brand new faces to see, brand new places to wander, brand new everything. A complete re-do, she was no one here. At least, for now. She was a gentle stranger dancing on the boarders, happy as can be to wait and wait until someone finds her and picks her up. Like a new penny.
Angel was most definitely the type who was much happier when everything fit into neat little boxes. Then she could order them away and stick the boxes into the far corner of her mind, and not have to bother with them any more. Faces places things, everything got filed away in a box. Methodically and meticulously adding information that could be useful, or could sit and gather dust.
So far, she had gathered little that would be useful to her. Some sort of drawn-out spitting fight between alignments. The usual. Insults passed. Verbal and Physical assault. That was the alignments purpose. To create unease and hatred, the need to hurt those who opposed your birthright or your choosing in which box you ended up in. Light. Neutral. Or Dark.
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
†The lights were a bunch of pansy-asses. Peace. Getting along. We don’t want any conflict! We want to live our lives out in as passive a way possible. Yeah, well, it was the Dark’s job to say f*ck you.
Darks were a bunch of idiots, to tell you the truth.
Interested in nothing but ripping each other’s throats out, throwing petty insults at everyone they met.
Aren’t you just a little freakin’ ray of sunshine.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is and nothing more
†Tilting her head slightly to the right, Angel stopped her almost frantic pace to consider this. It was all completely true. Alignments were worthless, as was everyone belonging to them. Who the hell came up with them anyway?
She’s like to kick them in the face. All they created was problems.
But, Angel is, of course, a Neutral. So problems don’t really bother her all that much. She could give a shit less if the Lights and Darks completely exterminated themselves or each other.
That’s what you had to do, the first time.
You tell them, either you get out, or you’re all dead.
Angel found it endlessly amusing that each alignment thought they were unstoppable. Big and bad, no one can push me down! Top of the food chain right here. Even when they were getting thier own blood spit at them.
They could bring down anyone they want. It amused Angel because she could see the stubborn pride in their eyes. Their determination, and their ever-present will to win. And then… poof! Gone! Pride brings you down every time. The arrogance in thinking that you can conquer anything. Morons. Proud morons.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping--tapping at my chamber door--
That I scarce was sure I heard you--here I opened wide the door:--
Darkness there and nothing more.
† Rustling whispers sounded as slowly dusk took ahold of the land Angel was resting on, treading on, and waiting on. The sun was scraping the tops of the trees, giving the canopy a glow, making the clear and crisp green leaves shine brightly in their newness. Spring was long this year. Angel certainly wasn’t complaining, she hated the winter. The days were shorter and it was always so cold and glistening white and steel. Spring was better. Spring was a time for re-birth, a time for new and different. Crisp cool grass was underneath Angel’s hooves, and she inhaled deeply. Taking in the sweet scents, she tossed her head into the air, the last rays of sunlight glistening off her streaked exterior.
With a covering of Light ivory and a mane and banner that looked like spun hay, Angel was not your typical mare. Well, maybe she is.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore!;
Merely this and nothing more.
† Angel had dreamed of a place like this. Well, not dreamed. Dreams were tricky and deceiving. And almost two often one could get them mixed in with reality. And the outcome of this mistake was often very undesirable, in any case. She had often, I will rephrase, thought of a place like this. Where darks were truly darks, hateful, spiteful, and horrible. Where Lights were Kind, Sweet and vulnerable. She would fit right in. Either that, or she would make herself stand out. She hadn’t decided yet. Though sometimes she just didn’t see what the point was. Exchanging insults, a constant back-flow of verbal assault. Dusk was quickly veiling the lands; the bright colours of the sunset fading to the blue-grey that would soon be overtaken by night time. Some equine were bedding down for the night, others, like Angel, were just…. There. Soon Angel would be shrouded in shadows, invisible to everything. Not that she needed to hide, no, of course not. But sometimes it was admirable to take a break… however small.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
Surely; said I, surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
’Tis the wind and nothing more.
† And so, with that thought in her mind, Angel lifted her head and sent out a call to anyone who was near. She’d been standing on the blasted border for hours now, trying to make up her mind on if she really wanted to enter a herd. Another ‘together’ atmosphere.
She ended her call, the last screeching note the type that chilled to the marrow and squealed on the inside of your skull. She savoured the sound as it hurt inside her head, savoured it because she knew it would be the last melody she let loose while she was a member of nothing, in debt to no one, and completely and utterly alone.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more
OOC: -jumps around;claps- I never knew I could post like that!!
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« Reply #2 on Jul 6, 2007, 6:09pm » | |
I wasn't into the dark hubba-bubba 'I'm better then you and you better know it' sort of thing for obviously who is someone like me to say that. I never considered myself the alpha, or even a beta. If there was something lower then the lowest you could go, that would be me. Yeah, sure just like I said before, if I was into real harm or danger then my attitude turns immensely dark but if its about something stupid, I would rather turn away then risk my life. In my mind, if you get all worked up about something stupid and fight back then you automatically loose. I guess I think about what I should do rather than what I would do. Like revenge, I don't do revenge. I mean if you stoop to there level and try to get even all you are going to do is get something back. A never-ending cycle of threats and injuries. I mean come-on get on with your life people! Now, you are not to say that I would be a light here since I am never really happy-go-lucky. I don't dismiss trials because I believe that I am above it and could whip it away in a moment. I would rather just face what is shoved in my face and hope that it will all turn out fine. I know, I know, your probably thinking I have a lot of hope for a kid that went through what I went through. But hey, the reason is, is because I am still here. I guess you could say my motto is, 'What doesn't kill me makes me stronger,' and its true. I a probably a lot stronger then other equines my age.
Just exiting the forestry my mood was slightly perked up. I don't know how, maybe it was the serene quietness of the woods, or maybe it was just time, but either was my mood was improving. My talons now lifted mili-inches off the sod instead of dragging and my zenith was held a bit higher. Confidence is what really makes you stand out, but I didn't want to stand out, yet I want to be confident. There's not much of a choice is there. My drooping harks suddenly perched forwards atop my crown as a shrill call echoed in the distance. Okay, maybe not echoed since it sounded pretty close. My attention was immediately alerted to this unknown being who was called out into the atmosphere. My embodiment traveled to a small hill as my occulers glanced about over the context. The breeze was picking up and my ruffled ebonite banner swayed about atop my crescent. Loosing track of were the call came from I lifted my own snout and emitted a call out into the wilderness hoping to get a call back. Now if it was a few minutes ago I would have passed this moment by. But whoever, or whatever was calling out seemed sort of desperate, and call me a softy or whatever but I just My visionaries were completely alert as my auds swilved and flickered about like a radio intena(sp?) trying to find a signal, in this case a reply. Before the tune sounded to come from a whelp of some species. This also intreged(sp?) me because if it was of a older being then again I would have passed it by. I just wanted to know who or what was out there, before someone who had harmful intentions did.
ooc: that was awesome Circeh! [snugs]
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« Reply #3 on Jul 8, 2007, 2:33am » | |
Angel
XX Silence slowly dripped onto the land, the gentle atmosphere at peace except for a small breeze dusting it’s way through. The air was heavy, almost suffocatingly so, pressing in and disrupting the almost peaceful feeling that had veiled it’s way over Angel, lulling her momentarily.
Her attention was mostly focused on the misty distant hill, which she fantasized her claimer would soon come traipsing over, looking for the next pretty bauble to add to his growing collection. Her golden skin flared to life as the last bits of sunlight left the sky and night finally began to take over.
The darkness clawed it’s way across the sky, leaving a multitude of stars in it’s wake. The moon hung restlessly in the sky, a small sliver of the gray planet that was so far away from the trials of Earth and it’s inhabitants.
Angel’s eyes danced across the horizon, still looking and wondering after the faraway figure that would make her his own. A dark soul dressed in gold, her silky forelock draped elegantly down her face, obscuring part-way the pearlescent stripe that ran between her eyes. Her eyes, which currently flashed a variety of innocent colors. Elegantly different, and yet her purity was so obvious and the attention she commanded so strong you could not mistake her for another.
Even when she was draped in shadows.
The temperature change had obviously flared recently, as the grass was so green it’s newness was evident even hidden by the night. The small flowers that emerged from the dirt were heavily perfumed, and as she flared her nares, Angel caught the sickly sweet scent. Flowers were a natural thing, and they could not help but live, but could they not help to send out their scents so strongly? She felt nearly choked with the various scents, all mailed out to capture the bee and to begin the cycle all over again. Angel was no bee, and she did not feel the least bit captured.
Her back left hoof lifted and then was stamped down on top of one of the small baby blue flowers. She waited, letting the moment sink in, and then lifted her hoof and replaced it once more in the original position. Inhaling, she held the breath, eyes wandering and scraping across the ground. Waiting was a dreadful thing, especially for one who had no patience to speak of. Waiting was the worst fate to befall Angel since her birth into this world, and no matter how many times she experienced it, she found herself cursing it twice as much. She expelled the breath, and the small hissing noise that resulted reached her flickering ears. The sigh was a sound of distaste, a sign of boredom, and a taste of the malicious. And then silence once more, except for the ominous sound of the approaching warm winds that drew ever closer to the land.
XX Standing, the motionless figure of the mare was re-sculpted into that of quiet motion, her movements so soft and so discreet they were hardly noticeable.
The swiftness and leisure of the motion was somewhat insulting and somewhat eerie, but mostly intoxicating. Graceful long legs stretched forward as she started to walk, shoulders rotating at ease under the golden skin, dragging the slender framework forward. Her lightened banner twisted and danced, draping effortlessly behind her, the small light given off from the moon refracting off of Angel’s graceful fidgeted dancing.
Creeping through the shadows as if she had been there her entire life, a magnificent sight to behold. Her head lifted to the heavens, gazing forward once more as her hooves skimmed over the shattered angles of the ground. Do you hear this? This creature, this creature gliding effortless across the plains is available. Open for the taking. Do we have no one who wishes to take her away? To add this priceless piece to your gallery?
The open lands let the winds drift in, and Angel’s lifted head was suddenly buffeted with the warm breath of Mother nature rising from lands far away.
Her pale gold mane and forelock danced around her delicate features, and spread like fire down her muscular neck.
As she lowered her head Angel’s innocent eyes caught on The male and stayed there, curiously evaluating his approach. Curiosity is a simple emotion, and yet it led to more trouble and downfall than you can possibly imagine. So long as you let it take a hold of your mind and body, you are nothing but a machine which it uses to issue it’s commands. This is why Angel looked away, ignoring the stallion until he was within range to speak. She fell into a state of abnormal quietness, letting herself drift amongst the shadows while the warm breeze whispered enticingly in her ears. She could contain her curiosity for the stallion. Angel was infamous for her sudden lovings, and this was no different than the others. But ah, the ambiance. It's elegant presence was everywhere at once, calling you forward, pulling you in. Somewhere you knew entering was not the best decision, and yet you could not help yourself either way. The chilled taunting breeze made the territory seem wickedly pleasant; all around there was closure, silence, an almost unbearable secretive air. Angel's breath seemed to freeze in the air, caught for a moment before being swept away into emptiness. There was a sickly sweet aroma tainting the air, a corrupt heaviness holding tightly, slowly suffocating all inside. It seemed that the hold was so tight the sky would crack right down the middle, raining pieces down onto the lands below.
She could feel The young stallion's gaze resting on her, and she made her movements all the more pleasing to a male eye.
“Angel,” she told him, her dark eyes filled with nothing but quiet innocence.
OOC: -snugs Dis- Yay! I have my muse for this gorgeous charachter!
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« Reply #4 on Jul 8, 2007, 9:46am » | |
o.o Dis?
who is apolo?
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« Reply #5 on Jul 8, 2007, 11:19am » | |
!!!! I thought you were Apollo.... -twitches-
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« Reply #6 on Jul 9, 2007, 12:02pm » | |
ooc: [giggles] is it really that hard to figure out. Who was the global mod with a green name before?
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« Reply #7 on Jul 9, 2007, 1:32pm » | |
OOC: KOVULET!! -snugs-
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« Reply #8 on Jul 10, 2007, 8:33am » | |
xD hahahahahaha.
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« Reply #9 on Jul 10, 2007, 8:42am » | |
occuli surpased around the wasteland, and the scents were triggering off sights of two equines. two unfamiliar equines. a miniscule began to form, creasing up at my duo lappets and a slight chuckle rasped from my larynx. my daggers would lift and fall, imprints being forgotten in the past. just like the rest of my life. left in the past. except for circe, i haven't seen her in ages. a slight sigh drifted from my mug. sometimes i wondered if i was really thestral? i sometimes thought that i could pass for a dark... maybe a really dark dark. hm. maybe there could be a change in here somewhere. the scents began to get stronger and my acoustics picked up the sound of a bxstard and a femme chatting. oh great. maybe i should just stop now, before i get bored to death. but maybe they were lights? oh. this could be fun. melarkies were lifted off my cerebrum, and twitched in a fake happiness. all part of the play folks. enjoy it while you can, because this fakeness wasn't gonna last long with me. my ligaments seemed to lift higher off the composition and my grin looked friendly, but looks can be decieveing ya know. i approached the two and made a gleeful tone towards them, "salutations to the both of you! ugh. i felt so pathetic and hopefully they were lights or nuetrals... or maybe darks. haha. wow.
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« Reply #10 on Jul 10, 2007, 3:40pm » | |
For a moment I came to think that calling out was a big mistake. I was giving up my 'alone time' to give some attention to this thing I supose. My pate turned to see a sunkissed femora, she seemed around my age too. A deep annoyed sigh was emited through my naves as she continued with her flirtatish movements. I was not impressed or entranced at all for techinally I am still only a yearling and I yet have entered in the love-life stage yet. I just saw femms as mere equines just different and alien to me. My "brows" lifted as her velveteens parted to speak her name. My jaw clamped tightly for a moment then as my occuli drifted to her's the innocence she reflected released the tension. Still, I didn't like this situation.
My harks flickered as I quickly scanned the environment around us for a easy escaped route, but that route would have to come with a excuse. Gah this is so difficult. Seeing nothing in sight I forcefully made myself turn back to the golden contessa. I didn't ask for your name. My dentals momentarily bit down lightly on my lower lappet relizing I probably said that a little to harshly and said it in the wrong way. My shutters closed over my pupils as my facade tilted to the soil patterns. My lungs once again breathed in a deep breath then I looked back up to this girl who called herself Angel. My own globes shined with regretfulness to my sentence. I'm Apollo. my own voice box released hoping that it would make up for my insensitivness.
Hearing russling nearbye my crown quickly whipped to the side to see an ebonite bruthren, denfinetly older, near us. A sneer wanted to form on my labrums but I kept my grip and just eyed the intruder. His vibes didn't seem so friendly and judging on first impression I already didn't like him. My fore-piller lifted as I placed it between the brute and Angel. Now what was this? Was I getting protective over some girl I just met? My pools drifted to my limb then I lifted it again and placed it back were It used to be. No I just had a moment there and it won't happen again. Forcing my muscles not to stiffen the male finally reached us. My harks immediatly swivled back at his jolly-good lyrics. I gave in slightly to the sneer which formed a frown. Uh,huh. was all I could emit towards this stranger. Was I being overeactive? No I was just careful. Afterall even the nicest 'quine has deadly thoughts ever-now-and then. And what was the perfect time when you come across two yearlings without witness's.
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« Reply #11 on Jul 17, 2007, 5:49am » | |
And we enter once again, the dancing paragraphs,
which contain the tale of the lion and the lamb. Many
opinions and old thoughts that were not filed away, as
Angel’s own head was so indefatigably ordered. One
who had experienced so much failure in another’s eyes
surely would not be so bold as to attempt the impossible
once more? A fool set upon a fool’s errand, and the vicious
circle continues. She greeted him with no proper enthusiasm,
and there was not the least bit of hope springing from the
perchance meeting of the two equine. To throw himself before
this mare that so clearly disliked what he led and believed in.
He would have to endure many sharp words if she kept him around
as Angel was always teetering on an act of solemn patience.
Oh but don’t worry. Best side forward and we’ll see how it goes,
for the both of you. Angel is horrible company, as you’re soon
to find. Turning only her prettiest angel face to the light
endlessly charming, annoyingly brash. A mare’s identity is
never truly shown. They all have a mask, and a beautiful one
at that. A sheer screen that they dance and hide behind, waiting
just for you, where you stand impressive and daunting. After all,
there are things that a person likes to keep to herself. And for Angel, her personality is one of them.
Coming from a long line of sinners, whatever could you want with her? Near perfection on the outside, while the inside is consumed and coated with sticky whiteness. Watch out, it’s catching. Her family had a variety of interests, would you like to hear them? Shall I list them off for your tender ears? Darks are a nasty bunch, no doubt you have heard of their selfish escapades and adventures. Killing, thieving, betrayal. And do you know, the most dangerous of this tainted rage is the females? Wretched whores that wander from land to land, seeking, feeding, bringing pain. No one expects a beautiful flower to turn around and bite you on the ass. They give life they take it away. It’s all written in the stars, you can see it tonight. The perfect infiltration method. After all, you can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them.
That was what she was born into. And she had chosen to ignore it.
“Well, you got it,” Angel responded dryly. Her dark brown eyes were glaring into the darkness about her head, where stars were one by one beginning to emerge for their nighttime relief and freedom. Formalities were a waste of time. What was the point in saying something to someone if you did not mean it? Formalities were expected politeness, something that Angel had no deep love for. Without formalities maybe we could all speak as we wanted and not have to worry about offending our conversing partner by greeting them with the wrong sentence.
As Distoto walked into the picture, Angel narrowed her eyes. As Apollo stamped a hoof in front of the yearling, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth in intense amusement. At the same tender age, Distoto would be a small threat. Angel narrowed her eyes further.
“Mm” She replied, keeping it short and… well… maybe not too sweet.
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« Reply #12 on Jul 27, 2007, 12:11pm » | |
disoto;
[x] give some, get some. a motto to live upon and that is what i did. kill the innocent was the way to live life to the fullest. ah. life was good... very good. i was the soon to be thestral king once again. and if any competition was to show up i would shun them away for good. sorry loves, you got to step up to my level to be a part of my story.
labios twisted in a miniscule sneer as i watched the pathetic bxstard step infront of the damsel. my dentals grinded against eachother creating quite an annoying sound. "you really think she needs your protection?" a chuckle depassed from my larynx. so i can't keep up being light. i felt like the most pathetic thing ever. acoustics quickly took back to their normal spot, plastered to my massive skull. i was out looking for femme's to start my herd. a herd that would rule over darkened shadows and we would be united, even if thestrals didn't get along. we would. oh yes, we would. occuli hardened upon the brute. aye, he was younger. i could tell by the luster in his coat and his tressels. my nasals inhaled both of their awkward, unfamiliar scents. i stil couldn't figure out what alliance they were but they looked like star-crossed lovers. or they were going to be. ha. nice try bud but the biggest and strongest win. got it? "move." my raspy vocalizers shrieked at him my dentals snapping. not one look was given to the dame. oh yes. she was coming, whether she liked it or not.
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