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05-16-2014, 09:43 PM
Flee! Flee!
Run for your lives! There is nowhere to hide! -Smaug Demons. Cuffs and chains kept not the scourge of the universe from beauty and bounty of Earth. They crawled from pits of magma and mother's wombs, treacherous peaks and the pits very near Hell. Gnashing of teeth and swiping of claws, they fed on the innocence of the world. They came in forms with wings and fangs, claws and hooves alike. It mattered not to the dark soul, that was what banded them together, the evil in their lifeless eyes and the fires which manifested where the heart once reigned. This whore, this brandished murderer, this bloodied devil, walked on long-hooved legs and bore the face of an equine. She still held the ashes of good, warm to the touch, not yet swept away by the wind. But she was no shell of a creation, she had been filled by the same slow kindling which turned her soul into a raging inferno. Ice now filled the forgotten mare, an cold layer of malice just beneath her layers of skin. This ice showed not through her eyes though, dark brown hiding the abyssal dimensions of her mind. She was hidden away in her keep, locked tightly behind this mask of purity and simplicity. A story was already on hand, lies ready on the lips in case one should ever wander too close. Not only were lies handy, but emotions as well. It was all a charade of great magnitude, so that the mistress might live long in her tower, far away from the real world. Her mixed toned hooves trod on the layers of roots and plants which made up the forest floor. When asked, it was hard to tell what was living and what was past its death throes, being consumed by fungi and beetles. Her eyes were witness to little of this, and her mind focused on the road ahead. Numbness was all she felt, the pain had passed, as had the bitter anger and hate-filled rage. She felt nothing, it was better this way, less resistance when she assumed her new form, one of kindness and naivety. A completely new horse, but it was all a mask, a lie, a facade, she was the trickster and this her ploy. And when they finally thought they knew the sweet dappled fae, she would bite into their hearts and laugh at their pleas of mercy. But thinking of this did little to calm her nervous heart, for even a demon had her fears. What would she do if they did not accept her, if, like her mother, she was an outcast, a social pariah? How would the hardhearted menace fulfill herd life if her ruse was to fail miserably? Banishing these thoughts she marched on, her tall form pushing through tightening brush. She would find a path and then lose it, sometimes within only a few yards. But she had not the patience to turn around and try again, she was a cliff against the seas, a mountain against the howling winds, and a horse against barring thorns and brambles. Still, she was careful to avoid the parts of the forest which threatened to mar her hide. She would have nothing stand in the way of this eager, young-faced beaut that she was to be. Stomping and kicking her way through a particularly rough set of vines, she let out a snort of frustration. Circling around, she couldn't find exactly where she had come. She thrashed and kicked, but she was nearly completely encircled by thick thorns and brambles. Even going back the way she had come was not an option, for limbs had bowed back into place and dark woods threatened the thought of getting lost. Thinking of the character which she was to perform, she tried to reason what this filly might do. Deciding, she let loose the loudest whinny she could manage, following it up by a few harsh neighs. All of which wouldn't travel far in such harsh woods, but if a being was near, it would be sure to call them. It was then that she realized her predicament, it could call a fellow horse, or it could call a predator. She looked around with wide eyes, every shadow becoming a fierce jungle cat and every swaying leaf, the frightening, lupine eyes of a wolf. With wild eyes she looked for help, some guide as to which way to choose. |
OOC: anyone from any herd can join XD
