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[OPEN] musings of the dead innocent

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You can't ignore this forever.

The voice danced about her ears and head. Toying with the inner monster within her. A scream of crazed, indignation crackled and spluttered from her throat. The visions so vivid and real, it was like she was there again. Kept away, under lock and key. They were there, the masked faces laughing, those terrible smiles mocking.

You're the monster.

There that voice was again. A tumble and trip forward and Micha fell to her kness, falling to the soft earth below. She didn't even know where she was at anymore. One moment, she was brooding, trying to keep the past from catching up to her, and the next, she was here. It was like it was taking over again. Micha was still on her knees. The memories dancing and gleaming about her eyes. "Get away from me!" The voice burned in her throat from the tears. Her face was streaked and dirty. She couldn't do this anymore.

But you must.

The voice was taunting, and was quickly follow by maniacal laughter. Micha settled herself onto the moist, dirt floor beneath the jagged dark pines. "Who in the hell died and made you king." She was laughing now, whuffing into the dirt, amazed by the puffs of debris.

You did. You're dead Micha. You have no mind.

The voice was smug. Micha screamed again and then laughed. She laughed so hard tears were falling from her raw and red eyes. "Why are you right all the time?" She said, half-crazed and still giggling like an idiot. Soon after a few moments she was back to wailing tears. Getting to her feet she stumbled a few more feet and she was by a pool, red stones glittered across the bottom. Her pathetic reflection staring back at her.

You must.

The cryptic voice repeated. Micha in utter anger and frustration reared with a piercing cry throwing her body halfway into the blood pool. "No. Kill me!" She wailed. Continuing to flail about in the pool. Water was flying in all directions and the splashing was loud enough to wake an entire herd. She didn't care though. She didn't want to live on. Not like this voice was telling her. All the threats that were in her past were going to come back, and she didn't want to give them that glory. She would not give them that glory. She plunged her head into the pool, desperately trying to inhale the red water.

You can't.

The voice was laughing as Micha pulled her head up. Wheezing coughs escaped her body and she was drenched in water. Continuously her body heaved ridding itself of the water Micha had tried so desperately tied to inhale. "The water was going to take me home." She whimpered. Her sobs down-graded to small, silent heaves of tears, her face visibly contorted in pain. She was so close, so close to being home. To not having to worry about them ever coming back. She would never have to face them again, not Alopi, Frecin, or Edbaro, they could never bring her back. They could never have her again. She fell into quiet sobs. She could hear the voice again, it came in with mocking laughter, knowing it had won again.

When will you realize? You're a dead innocent.


"Talking"

[ooc: open to anyone. mentally unstable and bad-childhood is making her crazy. :3]

Micha

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The forest again. Every time she found herself her, blinded by her plagued thoughts. She felt as really they weren’t thoughts, and maybe she wasn’t really thinking, but living a different life as the same soul… Maybe, maybe. The spirits walked behind her, a small herd of her own. All of them, they depended on Abishia. She liked the feeling of being wanted… No, she lived for it. She made them happy, and in turn, this made her happy.

Walking on, she made her way gracefully through the forest, despite the thick undergrowth and tree roots that littered the soil. A gusty wind would cause her locks to dance every now and then, but it wasn’t one that could chill her. Swiftly, she made her way around tree trunks, over logs, and through wilting grass and thick brush, her destination: unknown. But she is soon stopped in her tracks by a rummaging noise. This noise is soon followed by a scream, and not that long after, violent splashing. Alarmed, Abishia starts at a gallop, Antie running to the front to guide her. The figure takes a sharp turn to the right, and Abi follows, flanked by the other figures and the translucent butterflies, birds, rabbits, and much more. The souls bring her comfort in the most stressful times, times like this. Before she knows it, Antie slides to a halt, throwing up pine needles as she does so. Abishia struggles to bring her lean frame to a halt, but does so, landing beside Antie. Harmony steps forward, nuzzling her shoulder with love.

Go, you must help.

The souls are so odd, always talking, but only saying short sentences and wise words. From them is how she has learned to speak, and had gotten her thick, odd accent. Gingerly, she sets down her dainty hooves, walking slowly forward. Sobs are audible now, and the girl can’t help but wonder what in the hell is going on. Looking around a tree trunk, she is surprised when her orbs lay on a filly, about her age, sobbing; just a mess. With a gasp, the girl lurches forward, and runs to the girls side.

“ Miss! Miss! What is bothering you? I am here to help. Your feelings are safe with me.”


@[Micha]


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She was a witch, a monster.

Her flesh fell from her frame, hanging from her sides. A rotten stench fills the air as she walks bringing animals to flee in her wake. Her bones have mutated, jutting from her rotten skin. Spikes unevenly weave from her spine, gnarled bones. Her skin itself has turned into a grey matter, black dusting her back and legs. Her eyes have faded, only a twinge of gold still remaining in her pale orbs. A horrendous green dust trails behind her, and with every plant the cloud touches, it withers away. She drains life from the grass her cracked hooves touch, leaving black patches of grass behind her. Her consciousness was faded, dominated by a devious monster who constantly repeated three words. Infect... spread... disease. She slinks through the forest, weaving through trees.

The rotted flesh around her lips makes her smile stretch up towards her cheeks, small bits of skin holding her bottom jaw to her skull. She lets loose a cackle as the scent of innocents seeps into her nostrils. Torn lobes waver as voices are heard. A sweet harmony rings as fleshy lips tear open, a sweet echoing falls from her twitching lips. "Come out, come out my sweets..." She opens her gnarled wings, flapping them as she lurches forward. She jumps through the trees, limbs flailing wildly as jaws snap.

She sees two unwinged, defenseless. A hideous grin is sprawled across her lips as she cackles. She lunges forward for the speckled girl. She looked smaller than the other one, who was younger than she. The other filly, the bay, she avoided. Her time was soon... she knew it. Already it grows. A deep, demonic voice whispers into the back of her mind. She screeches as she speeds towards the chestnut paint, wishing to bite deeply into the flesh of the girl. She would spread what disease she retained in her saliva, the disease the Dark had given her. "You cannot escape the touch of death." She hacks, small spores of the disease released from her lungs. Raising herself up, she strikes her legs about. "Darkness will rise! It will consume all!"

"Talk talk talk."
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A B I S H I A


Chills run up her spine. A stench like never before reaches her nostrils, and she wants to flinch. The spirits that walk with her are shrinking away, casting horrified glances into the distance then looking back to the innocent girl. They say nothing. They stay quiet. They... they shed a tear for her. Her anxiety is sparked, and she rears up into the air. It hasn't arrived yet, but the dreadful sound of tree limbs snapping announces its arrival. She is ready to run at any moment, her muscles tense, toned, and ready to spring into action.

A gasp escapes her ivory kissers. She has no time to even listen to the dreadful words. The sight is horrific. It's not alive, it's rotting. She gasps again, her shock trying to over take her, but she doesn't let it. The thing comes closer, and Abishia lets out a loud scream, yelling at it. " GET AWAY FROM ME YOU HORRID BEAST" She then turns on her heel, without hesitation. The spirits have already gone, and she forgets about the suicidal girl that she was trying to help. All cares for others have been squished, and she is for once thinking about herself. Long lanky legs propel her forward at a perfected, graceful speed. She much resembles a cheetah, her lankiness and speed. She runs, runs and runs. Not caring to look back and see if the rotten thing is following her. Fear grasps her heart with a deathly hold, wanting to take her. She refuses, and keeps running. She can't stop. She won't. Not for anyone, or anything. She must resist. She must leave, run for somewhere safe. Safe? Does safe even exist anymore? Doubt claws her from the inside out, but she shows no pain. She won't give in. She's moving at incredible speeds, leaping over whatever comes after her. If only she had wings...

She won't stop. She can't. She starts to grow tired, her heart thumping against her ribs. But she doesn't stop.

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Abishia flees from Amara. She remains uninfected.


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