I could find no peace in my heart, no way to relax and forget what I had caused. I had deliberately pushed Africa away in an attempt to get her closer. What was wrong with me? Did I not know how to be a friend or did I love too brutally? The answers to these questions were hidden and I doubted I would ever get a chance to find out the truth. So, let it be then. I could become heartless if that's what the world wanted. I could be the most heartless jerk this world have ever seen. The beauty of this place, failed to make itself known as I walked towards the falling water. I would rather see this place burn than to let anyone else take joy from it. I felt nothing as the thought formed in my head. Nothing. Not even a tiny spark of self-control. I did not even feel sorry for myself. I deserved this. As I reached the water, I lifted my head to watch the drops filled with life, crash down. Maybe that was the answer? To build myself an armor of resolution, so that no one could get in to destroy me again. It was. It did not hurt as I closed the last gap I had in my heart. It felt rather nice. A small smile ran along my lips as I thought about all the things I would get by doing this. All the mares. I could get anyone I wanted! My verdict of the new lifestyle spread to every fibre, every cell in me and with it, a power. No more insecure words. No more hiding. I was the king of the world and I would take what I wanted! With that in mind, I turned around, letting the gloom of the place dance over my charcoal body, highlighting every muscle it could find. My head was raised, my eyes hidden behind black hair. This was the first day of the rest of my life. Let them come. Let them see that I need no Wind to walk on, nor wings to show off my potential. Let them come! @[Morana] Walking "Talking" Windwalker |
[PRIVATE] The Good, The Bad And The Ugly [Morana]
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01-25-2014, 05:43 AM
01-25-2014, 06:21 AM
The desolated air was thin and silent this night. It was welcoming, calming to be able to hear yourself think. The feeling of my warm breath, rolling back against my plush muzzle as the temperature seemed to plummet the further I wandered into the caves. Like a lost child, I explored deeper and deeper, my mind restlessly on the edge of excitement, for around every dark corner, danger awaits me. Moisture, dripping from the cavern line ceiling dotted my coat with liquid as I motioned into the shadows. My dark passenger tingling under my skin, the thrill of the hunt, I needed to kill again. Remember the code. How could I forget? The code I had always followed, never kill the innocent, only those who had done wrong in this pitiful world. I’ve never really understood their emotions, my hoofed companions. The way they love, they cry, and they relish over one another’s feelings. Maybe if I could feel, I would understand. Lost in my thoughts, I turned a sharp corner into a large speckled opening. Its illuminating lights dancing upon every surface, kissing and fluttering upon my shadowed skin, I did understand beauty, and this was indeed beautiful. I was not alone here, in this world of glittering emerald and sapphire granite. I breathed; barrel rising and falling softly with my lungs as I did my best to pick up on this shadow being. A stallion, looking closer over his silhouette in the soft light, he’s a Pegasus. Where are your wings? Hesitant, I stood in the door way to this place, foot fall had silenced, as I observed quietly. My eyes, a silver-blue glinting eerily in the shimmering light, audits fixed upon the black knight. You sure he’s a Pegasus, and not a mutant? Oh mother, when would you ever stop with your rambling insight. Maybe he’s hurt. I could only imagine what happened, maybe it was a birth defect. Since when do you care? I don’t. I forced a smile upon my plush maw, considering my options. Could always kill him. Yes- but I do not know his worth. I considered my actions, as I decided to just investigate the issue. He was a rather large being, and without knowing his full structure it would be ignorant of me to rush into attack mode. Auburn laced in onyx locks brush down the curvature of my nape, forelock lingering between my eyes as I neared the lonely victim. "Lonely?" I purred from the soft light, nearing him slowly. Through a friendly face, my hidden urge lay dormant, hoping for sweet release. Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
01-25-2014, 06:46 AM
01-25-2014, 07:50 AM
Fascinated. The stallion seemed to look at me as if he had never seen a mare before. It was typical really; even the most noble of stallions would give into nature’s temptation of potential ‘obscene activities’. Perhaps this fallen angel had his wings clipped for a reason. My smile remained however, as he turned to her. If I could have simply slit his throat, I was already envisioning it in my wonderful imagination. So ungrateful, those unicorns and Pegasus; to wield weapons and be given the gift of flight; I should have been born with both attributes. Unfortunately however, even through the power of bloodline, I do not bare the markings of your kind. His tones twisted in circles around my lazed lobes as I continued to stare upon his shadowed mask. It was me that came to him in the darkness of night, shouldn’t he be worried? But alas, I was just a weary mare lost in the depths of darkness; perhaps it would be you to comfort me this night. Though my comfort might be a little more morbid than what you have in mind. Where have I been hiding indeed, after all I had come here from leaving another herd; of which I didn’t know exactly every face within it. Is that why you addressed me as such? Do you know who I am? ”Pardon?” I questioned him with sweet seduction, as I did not give him any leads to where I hailed from. There was no reason for me to tell him why I was here; what I had done to someone before my time within these hollowed walls. Cascading pendulum ripples against my hocks as I stood timidly, my eyes alight with excitement though I appeared calm. My imagination flooded the floor with his crimson blood, and the beautiful vision of my pearl incisors gripping around his smooth black gullet. Pay attention. And with her words, my beautiful painted dream was washed away by the sound of the dripping water before me. Always ruining my dreams. Lips curved into a gentle grin as I gazed upon the handsome darkness that stood before me; hoping he’d answer my question correctly. Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
01-25-2014, 08:42 AM
01-25-2014, 01:52 PM
Dual toned visage tilted slightly to the stallions’ gaze, his remark followed solemnly thereafter. I wasn’t amused with his tone, and found myself rather appalled to his demanding questioner. I took a step forth, front hooves placed together; white chocolate toned legs standing stern supporting my very being for standing before this stallion. He’s a demanding one. Yes. Not the charmer I was expecting. I couldn’t help but look at him, curious to why he was demanding to know my origin. But I’ll play stupid for you dear, no hard feelings in what you can’t control. ”I belong here.” I breathed, I lied, I gave him his answer almost. ”I consider myself free.” It was true, a smile still pealing upon my lips; crystal eyes reflecting the glowing ceiling. Watching you carefully, as you inch closer to me; my skin trembling as cool liquid pours down on me from above, drop by drop. And yet another question drops from your lowly mouth; have you forgotten how to welcome someone? Have I really stumbled into the wrong room of this teenage dorm? Yes, you’re wrong. ”Morana” My tones were stern and husky as I gazed into the browned eyed mongrel. Perhaps it was my turn, to ask some questions. ”Who are you exactly? Some sort of leader? Do you own this cave?” I spat in normal level tones pitched with curiosity. Of course he’s no leader. I know a loser when I see one. Lobes perked, as I elevated my head. Crimson pendant bouncing on my chest as I settled myself again. Marbled threads rippled upon my neck, as I turned to get a better look at the dark wingless fool. ”What happened to your wings?” I inquired, looking upon the black feathered nubs on his winters. Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
01-25-2014, 04:02 PM
01-25-2014, 04:55 PM
So my assumption was right, the low profile of the stallion was not of importance or any other ranked leverage. Another name, filed away in my storage locker for safe keeping, Windwalker the wingless Pegasus. I stood still as he watched me, looking me over like I was some prized mule at an auction. Plush muzzle extended out to touch him; although he was too far gone. I retracted my tiara away without a second thought, as I myself began to continue into the glowing cave. ”Pleasure. A word I uttered into the crisp air, that could have more than one meaning. But, this meaning was more along the lines of nice to meet you. My smile had faded, as I gazed up into the glittering rock that lined the ceiling. It was as almost as if I was gazing into a distant galaxy, watching the stars flicker in the blackness. I paused my movement though, dumbfounded by his next statement. Are you ludicrous? The stallion had ripped off his own appendages?! Oh for the love of whatever God is out there; what creature did I stumble upon? ”Why would you get rid of such a gift?” I questioned him, my voice soft and curious. He should have been glad to have wings, to be able to launch into the air at a moment’s notice, to fly into the storm clouds. I was mortified, I don’t understand it. I should have been equipped with a sword and feathered armor; but I got nothing. I shook my head in disgust of the fact that he himself had one such a cruel act. Bored. Because you were bored? I can’t stand this idiocy. You’re still special. I have the blood of a hybrid; born without a blade or the power of flight and he just throws it down the drain? Audits fell against my liver-chestnut poll as my glacier eyes rested upon Windwalker, confused. ”Just another fly horse- no now you’re like me.” I turned, taking a step closer to the sorrowful being of a stallion. ”Now you’re just a horse.” I did my best to let the venom in the throat of my voice, vanish before purring off my lips. I’d never understand stallions; they’re all way to complicated. What I wouldn't have given, to take those wings from you myself. Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
01-26-2014, 04:37 AM
My head was lifted ajar to the wingless stallion. How could he have done such a thing, I could and probably would ask myself this every time I looked at him. As he mentioned a broken wing, I puffed a snort through my velvet nostrils. That was the most insulting excuse I have ever heard. A broken wing, and you just rip it off, and take its twin. You have got to be irregular, special maybe. A lobe pivoted to face him as I gazed upon the glowing sea of stars upon the wall. I was doing my best to refrain my tongue behind closed lips. The hostile emotion I felt for him ripping off his wings for such a horrible reason, made me want to give him a reason to feel normal. Five years to realize, you don’t want to be something is a very, very long time. He looked young, this wingless mongrel that stood before me, had you decided from your whore of a mother’s womb what you wanted to be? Now I know why you were standing here alone, you’re a misfit a reject just hiding in the shadows of the world. I turned to gaze upon him, ears pinned in obvious rejection of his words. ”So, if I broke your leg would you rip them off as well?” Lyrics, like a magic song coated in venom and made of ice, as I gazed into your empty eyes, not sure what to make of the disaster I saw standing there. You looked like an over grown colt, drenched in shame, coated in the sheet of darkness that these caves offer you. But it was lucky for you, I adore children. So helpless, innocent; but that’s not you, is it? I breathed deeply, the whole being of my face transformed into a defined stare of a predator. I couldn’t hold it back anymore, my dark passenger wanted to make him feel pain, I wanted him to bleed, to scream out in anguish. Let it begin. Sinister curves sway on my lips as I grin at you, head twisting to the side, lowered like a wolf on the hunt. What you would think of me now, didn’t matter. No one else could, or would see this; and I doubt they would believe you. Like a spring, my haunches clinched, hooves triggered under my belly, heaving my form into the direction of his left side. I had my eyes set not on his throat, but upon his backside, where those small feathered broken bones protruded. Maw parted, but no shriek or shrill came from them; only ivory carved flats aiming to snap ahold of the wing nub; twist it around in my mouth, to taste your blood. All the while my hooves like daggers aiming to stomp into your own chest and legs if you don’t move. And boy now is your chance to run. Don't let him escape! The dead don't walk here. Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
01-28-2014, 02:35 AM
* * * * * I hate and I love. Why, you may ask? I don’t know, but it’s happening, and I burn. * * * * *
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I had half expected the tiny-winged stallion to step to the side, to avoid the contact I was aiming to make with teeth to his shoulder. Instead, he had pushed himself into my attack, throwing forth his body into my open jaws as I snapped down upon the flesh of not his wing, but his shoulder. In reaction to his lunge, I half rear- and had hit him, head on, my teeth, head, neck and chest followed sync into his shoulder as our bodies collided. Hooves acting like daggers to scrape and bruise the skin and delicate tissue that lay beneath. Pearl flats part and snap upon the skin, biting, nipping- irritation and mild threats as I did not aim for his throat, but his back and shoulder. It has seemed as if time had stood still, a slow-motion play-by-play of my short burst of energy. Unsure of the damage I had caused, retracting my body regaining my balance on all fours; quickly turning away from the stallion and throwing a powerful kick into the direction of his thick skull. It was more of a warning to stay away, to not follow, and make another move. But somehow, I knew he might follow. Dancing off into the darkness, with only the little glowing light from the strange rocks that surrounded us, I moved away, turning back to face, and to gaze upon what damage I had inflicted; if any. Ooc: nope.. worst post ever; rushed sorries :-: Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother.
02-02-2014, 05:27 AM
* * * * * I hate and I love. Why, you may ask? I don’t know, but it’s happening, and I burn. * * * * *
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This stallion had to be crazy, to take the bite, to take the blunt force of another body against his skin when he could have easily moved from the collision. I wasn’t going to complain however, the delicate warm flesh against my own felt rather nice aside from the slight bruising I will probably have on my chest. I could still taste him on my tongue, as it lapped against my lips trying desperately to rid of his rotting stench. If I had been successful in grabbing his nub of a wing, I would be parading around like a dog with a bone; holding the price between my plush lips. But instead, here I am running though almost pitch black space, hooves giving away my place; their drums echoing off its walls. I did admire his fancy of a game however; listeners that lay against my skull could hear him following me into darkness. His mumbled voice goes unnoticed, as I didn’t care what he had to say at this point. ”There, go hide behind those rocks.” My pools of ice shifted to rest upon a barely lit room, and within it a shadow maze of large boulders. Heaving forth, and hopefully out of sight from the stallion, I turned the sharp corner and quickly found myself masked in shadow, save for what little light reflected from the pendant dangling upon my breast. ”I wonder if he finds this just as amusing.” ”I wouldn’t be surprised.” I couldn’t help but grin to the fact, this shadow beast was about to corner that rock, and see nothing but blackness. A soft giggle of innocents sang from my lips as I listened to beating hooves, my head lowered in darkness, glancing to the opening of the room. Now if only I had a trap door. ”Come get me.” Sweet Seduction; I could feel the heart beating in my chest. It sang of excitement, adrenaline and pain from the impact I shared with the stallion. Intrigued, I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same. @[Windwalker] Normal Speech Mother's Voice. Response to mother. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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