the Rift


[OPEN] A Flip of the Switch

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Lythe
I am just your average sinister doppelganger.


Head held high, the large black and white tovero stallion strutted across Thistle Meadow, his boa proudly arched and strength radiating off of him. Lythe knew he looked gorgeous and he wasn't afraid to show it off. He had come through the rift searching for new victims as it had become dreadfully boring over in his world, everyone all ready knew who he was and what he was capable of and you could imagine how frustrating that was to this sadistic, cruel and brutal stallion. Reflecting on it, Ly realized that it was probably inevitable that his name became known throughout his world, it wasn't as if he tried to pretend the things he did to others wasn't his fault. Perhaps he even secretly craved that power of walking up to a group of equines and seeing the fear in their eyes, and the quivering uncertainty.

Snorting, the brute slid to a stop and rising up into a rear sent out an echoing call to anyone nearby. Landing with a solid thud, his dark violet eyes scanned about him waiting with little patience for the arrival of another. Stomping around, he rolled his eyes. Whoever had heard him call should come right now, it wasn't like anyone had anything better to do other than to meet him. Frowning in displeasure, Lythe tossed his forelock out of his eyes willing someone to appear and make life more interesting. He couldn't stand being alone for an extended period of time, there was nothing to do and he had no imagination to think of anything.

Lythe never got old of the same routine and if he did something new it was because he saw someone else do it and wanted to try it for himself. His brutal techniques were all boringly the same and yet it was that similarity that always caused other equines to panic. Not knowing what else to do, Ly cocked a hoof and started ruminating on his last victim. She had been a pretty little champagne paint with all the characteristics of a vain self-centered mare. She had believed that he would love her and they would frolic around striking terror into the hearts of others and become a dynamic duo like Bonnie and Clyde. How wrong she had been. A cruel smile curved his kissers as he stood silently in the meadow, waiting for fresh meat.

[ooc: So here's doppel Lythe! I would love for anyone to throw anything at me! Maybe we could even have a dopple party! xD]

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