| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
| M.E. |
....Did that hurt you...?
(NOTE: This character has already been cleared to post as part of the Plague, but for the sake of completion I would like to finish this thread ^^)
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*"I have no need for your manners, instead maybe, your talents. My name is d'Artagnan"*
Sin blinked rather rapidly, but he kept his relaxed expression and never lost his attentive bearing. "Of course, d'Artagnan," he mused in his warm, civil tongue. The fact that this coarse rusty stallion had no appreciation for polite etiquette didn't faze Sin in the slightest; he had known several others in the past who ignored and even scorned civilized behavior. Sin had learned to take it in stride and humor these individuals; now, though, Sin's interest was glued to what the stud had said. He had interest in Sin's talents? Sin had no clue exactly what he was referring to, because indeed, d'Artagnan seemed very bored with his scientific explanations. Maybe...maybe the rusted stud was drawn to the small, ever-fading squeals made by the suffering insect fledgling under his cloven hoof. It...made a certain kind of sense, seeing as Sin himself could appreciate the dulcet tones of--
*"Leave the bird!"*
CRASH
Sin was caught unawares, and the dappled buck was slammed in his side by something large, whitish, and rather bushy. He was a slender thing, not quite sturdy and built to withstand such powerful blows-- but he somehow managed to keep on his feet as he wheeled away from the offender. Sin was even able to snap his teeth randomly in the direction of the culprit, spitting through his maw and giving off a low growl of blinding rage. The anger was only a small spark compared to the soothing ocean of calm apathy that usually permeated the confines of his mind, but someone--or something-- had attacked him completely unprovoked, without even the decency of a proper announcement of attack or a challenge for battle. In that split second of rage, Sin decided that whoever had attacked him needed to die.
As he backed away, Sin indeed identified his enemy; a large, docile brute of a mare, seeming to fret over a lifeless pile of brittle bones crushed under d'Artagnan's hoof. Sin might have been upset over the untimely death of his experiment, but this was blinded by the unrelenting certainty of his judgment: That mare most certainly needed to be killed.
He stilled his limbs though, aware that there were many others now; all of them crowded and hot and excitable in a cruel way, frenzied over Sin's "talents" and unified over the scorn and hatred they displayed towards the two hornless ones. Sin noticed something almost childishly fundamental, however: They they were most welcoming and forthcoming, even helpful, even fraternal, while the Winged One attacked him with her words, and the Plain One had attacked him with her body. The boundaries and laws of this new domain were lain before him. It was clear where his allegiance lay.
"Welcome to this fine land. Don’t be bothered by these hornless imbeciles, they are nothing like the rest of us.”
Small tremors ran up and down the dappled-one's limbs as Sin nodded his understanding; he breathed heavily, snorting with pent-up energy and vengeful passion as he strove to remain civilized under his new found allies. There was a time and place for unrestrained wrath, and a first impression did not fall within those parameters. He had a small flare of hope, however; that perhaps this small band of ruthless curs somehow understood him, seeing as they were so accepting of his rather peculiar pass-time. Perhaps...he had finally found his niche. His hope only flared as he recalled something d'Artagnan, that fine copper bastard, had uttered not moments ago:
"Why don't you step on something bigger brother Sin? You never know, it might scream louder."
...Forgive Me...
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The Tree Of Knowledge, Forbidden [Plague(?)]
