The recent actions of the madman were set towards just getting a bit of sanity. The Unknown was heart set upon dragging him somewhere, just not anywhere. Scinfaxi gave no shit as usual, just dragging himself along with the dark stallion as the sky burst with life. It wasn't ever enough for the one eared monster to even care about, but as others he crossed while walking stopped dead in their tracks and stared like the end of the world was coming, he chuckled loud enough for all them to hear, and watched them vibrant green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. A child ran and hid behind it's mother while he smiled at it, grin somewhat touthy and odd. Smiling when it wasn't frightening wasn't much of his thing. The whole time Scinfaxi stood beside him, the creature's white tail swishing back and forth like an angered cat. 'Shajake.' What? 'Quit.' Shut the fuck up. A growl went through his head, pulling down cobwebs that non-existant spiders created within his skull. He can do more than laugh in the way that is accustom to the stallion, one that falls out of a mad scientist in the old movies who is fixing to bring a Frankenstein monster to life. Everyone around runs at that moment, taking the flee like a hoard of Cougars appeared from nowhere.
Is his presence that frightening? His mind is shattered past the point where even a God wouldn't want to touch it with a thousand foot pole with a cyanide pill at the end, a pill he'd take just to kill him. The normal would foam at the mouth and fall to the ground, faced with certain death. Him? What would he do? The pill would lack affect, and he'd laugh. Laugh in that maddening sound that before the night rolled in, at the time where he found himself back with that girl, was enough to send shivers down every spine in a fifty mile radius.
Whoever that girl was now (he was sure he knew the mare, but ended wrong. Who cared anyway?), she would probably die within a few more days. The Moon stared upon him with a million eyes, watching his movements. In the dead grasses and snow, he somewhat stood out. Green eyes seemed to glow in the decay of Earth, the only true sign that life existed. There were no birds, no insects flying about, no bats, no sound of water moving in the stream that went through the meadow. A large dead Oak brings back some memories to him that hold no purpose.
Disease is fast to push it backwards to deep depths of his mind that would hold all the memories of his mother, father, brother, and that girl. Or is it girls? He had nothing to think over now, and The Unknown was fast to bring him back to action.
'Come. Come. Follow me.' The voice falls almost a wind that captures it and drags it away. Shajake, as loyal as he could want to be to what grows like a black rose in his head, listens and follows with another burst of laughter. His footfalls are almost silent in the darkness, his black tail almost dragged as it's carried with a lack of Arabian elegance. The green eyes are shrouded by the black mass that has become his mane and forelock, greasy and uncared for as a few dreadlocks have began to form in it. When was his last bath? Surely he must stink, and as Scinfaxi lacked everything except for sight, hearing, speaking, and a body, he wasn't going to say much of it. 'Do you always follow with such eager when he calls you and then drags you somewhere?' Fuck off, Scinfaxi. Scinfaxi, lacking complaint, only stares with pupil-less gold eyes, a frown falling over his endless sea of pristine white body. He fades when Luna in the sky reveals herself from behind a cloud.
The Unknown, sure of his goal, whatever it is, attracts the stallion with more calls. The black creature's beckoning was neither a beg or a command, just words. Red eyes inside a makeshift skull stare him down behind breaking apart to a million ashes in the winds. He smirks, amused in a deep, threating way that has pleased him so greatly. Four black stocked legs moved forward, first moving slowly as if he had never used them. Pace shifted to a slow canter, The Unknown's steady words calling endlessly.
He is lacking a purpose of life now, and with this movement so endless, he could suffer a massive heart attack, and the world wouldn't even care to notice. Just another madman down would be the only thoughts of a planet who needed to lack those so frightening.

"talk talk talk"

The word normal is not inside his common vocabulary, and just saying the word alone would cause him to break into a known expellsion of unknown words. There is noise in the darkness, tempting him to hunt again. Here stands a man who remains blood thristy and willing to kill those who wish to die. Those he called 'Them' would surely break each others' necks attempting to get him to join as a warrior, though the man had no use in 'Them'. Clearly, he had no use for anything that existed in this darkened world that in a blink of his bright green eyes seemed somewhat brighter. Somewhat being your most well noticed word.
Movement in the darkness snapped him back to reality, causing the only ear he had left mounted on his head to move in each direction. Soft breaths were brought about inside the cool feeling of blackness before he knew them not to be his own. His never seemed to make much of a noise as he released them to wafer through fresh moonlight, meaning he wasn't alone now. Annoyied as the unseen creature, a snort breaks their silences. The eyes move with slow grace that makes him even more of a monster. Scinfaxi is speaking, for once his lips actually moving. What words are projected out in the silence can be only seen by the dappled gray stallion. His ear is cocked towards the white almost celestial glowing figure, whose golden eyes stare at the green eyed man with a lack of curiousity and emotion. 'Oh, do you not the idea of being alone now? Do you want to go home? Is it that you feel so much more safer in those trees that starlight blinds those demonic eyes of your's when it slips over them?' The man seems unbothered by the words through the time they are spoken. Each one lacks a meaning, except for the fact the white figure is asking him to go home.
Standing alone in the darkness as the souls of other creatures whose species means nothing to him, he listens more for that sound of the breath. The Unknown is close to a spot where a young mare who lies in the grasses, speaking in Shajake's almost known voice. "Is this what you're looking for?" are the words that come from the now faintly lit black figure. Red eyes burst a distant glow for the Madman to follow, and he goes with intentions of death and destruction. He was bred for that, and when the disease took over everything, it seemed to add the cherry on top. Death that followed only seemed like just points on a line that everyone reach at one point. Blood splattered over his young, almost solid black body then wasn't much to look at now. Long ago it washed away, given off with the careless fashion a serial killer would go about right after a murder. Serial killers knew of the crimes they'd performed, and never once did it ever bother them. That's what them such beautiful killers.
Whatever was lying about in the grasses was probably hiding from him, for their spot was close enough to him that if he craned his large, fine made head in the direction of, he would of surely seen. A dark smile come across the crooked blaze that slips over his right nostril, left ear moved down towards the creature. He laughs in that same dark, macabre voice at her, wanting to watch her cringe and coware before his wake. His head is leaned down to meet her's, those green eyes partically glowing with the joy that he has in a sick fashion. 'Children.' Children? 'She is a child, is she not?' Yes, it seems. 'Are you not bothered by the idea of them?' I do not know. 'Sad, Shajake. Sad.' The conversation in his head is unknown to the girl as he blocks the emotion that is called confusion to the normal kind. His gaze is locked upon her, staring with inner curiousity and confusion. Children? What about them? 'Do not at me that question. It may describe her.'
"Ch..- C... Child? D..... Die."
Maybe today he gained the ability to speak in a better tone, his voice made of gravel, deep and strong of hints and screams as of what was to follow in those coming moments. Simply, he saw her as a child that could die before him, and then never become much use to anyone later on. A few hungry creatures might come and feed upon her, filling their growling stomaches with the food so gracefully given to them by the serial killer. Though for the last living seconds he might give her, she could find herself useful to him, and maybe not even die.
Scinfaxi, what is a child?
Inside his brain, the words bounce off the transparent brick walls and add new cracks to the wall, yet they cannot seem to access the strength it takes to crack the wall. There sadly isn't a reply to his question when the gears move with loud groans that say the machinery is old and hasn't been used in some time. With the right care it might of worked better, but now it is long past repair to the point that it breaks upon use.
How sad, you can say.
He might of been useful at one point.

"talk talk talk"

He wasn't the type of man to stand around and watch things that could potentially be worth wild for him, instead he was common to take the action and make things go to a living hell that no one exactly wanted to get caught up in. The mare before him was annoying enough as he stepped backwards, legs carrying a heavy grace as he attempted to escape her awkward movements. Scinfaxi stood with a frown upon his face, groaning with disgust at the mare. A single word beat itself upon the walls of his skull, attacking the walls once more. 'Mares.....' It went unnoticed to the stallion as his smile slipped away, allowing his confusion to become more straight forward. Had the winged girl ever acted this way towards him? Memories were so surely lost in the path of the black sheet that took the Sun and happy blue skies away, though he was for sure that all that one carried as childish antics and playful ideas. Now, both of them seemed the same when it came to acting around him.
Whenever it was that she flipped her hair towards his face, his oddly coloured muzzle went to snap at it, to bite upon the strands and to take them away with him as he recoiled. Pricks that reminded him of bee stings smoothed his face, creating a feeling of strong annoyance to him. She was like a fly to him, and all annoying flies are usually squashed beneath a rolled up magazine, resulting them to become a nasty splatter on a good piece of paper that made everyone go 'Ewwwww.....'. About this time, that idea was slipping about his head, and it didn't seem too bad of an idea. There could of been a chuckle at the thought, something a sane creature would surely do to let others know that they had discovered an idea that pleased them in a humouring form. For Shajake, it was dead silence, a blink in the pair of eyes, and a twick of the single ear upon his head that gave him a tattered appearance. Simply, he took the appearance of a lifeless ragdoll that carried thoughts and memories, giving not a care to them whenever they appeared.
Enough of her antics, his eyes trailed her as she circled him, feeling something about her that he clearly wasn't enjoying. Her manner of attitude brought him closer to the idea of killing her, and Scinfaxi didn't seem the least bit bothered by the idea. Instead, the white man stood alone, The Unknown lost as ashes in a gentle breeze as they returned to the land. A trio of voices swept about his head, each very different from the other. 'She wants something from you.' "Kill her. Kill her. KILL HER." Want? Me? 'Yes.' "And why not kill her?" Wait. The silence broke when a bird flew overhead, calling to the pair. About this time, she clearly got on his nerves, telling him he was rude. He never knew the meaning of that word, and for sure, if he wasn't knowing the meaning of that word, he didn't care.
"Wha.... What..... wa...... w..... want...?" Haven't the words come out much easier now? Is it the time that he was the Unicorn with the winged mare that makes him in such of a manner, his hatred for what happened that day. It was before everything went to hell in a handbasket, though it wasn't exactly bothering him as much it probably would most. He lived inside of a handbasket filled with hell, whatever that happened to mean. For the moment's sake, he was truthfully debating the girl's death. Death, it was a thing he happened to love too much. Wasn't that supposed to be a medical term or something? If it ever happened to be, he was unsure, unacknowledged of it, and really, not giving a shit over anything of that.
"talk talk talk"

Blind eyes would be able to see that he was already upon the idea that this mare was looking for something. Scinfaxi stood tall and proud, staring him down with those golden eyes as if there was something meaningful at the presence of this girl. He stands in annoyance, a dark flame asking for him to slam a single black hoof into her skull. The words bounce off the walls, where The Unknown captures them in his black wake, taking the words and voicing them inside his personal dark call.
"Kill. Kill her. Kill her. KILL THE BITCH."
His companions were two different souls, the light shaking his head before stepping towards the mare, the green eyed man standing alone as she backed off. He smirks, oddly enough, this is emotion protrayed in an unnatural fashion. A smirk is more a toothy of smile, the corners of his lips curling over like a monster in a child's cartoon. The eyes lit up, bursting as green radioactive gas in the darkness. In the confusion of this sudden burst of life, he breathes.
It does not come out like a normal one would. As a dog can smell fear, he can feel it radiate off her. Fear is an emotion that follows to his wake, decay and death his guidelights in the depths of endless hell. Now, he offers her something she may not wish to have from the one earred stallion: a smile.
Her actions might of sealed her fate away into darkness and death, soon enough he would allow her to return to the place where they all must go to at some point. Murder is not killing someone, instead, it was the process of speeding up the timeline to get to that place. It's time travel, don't you see?
She returns to the earth, the small quake that rumbles the freshly lit grown starting up the engines. The girl left space between them when she backed off, a smart choice that might of saved her life at that time. His smile repeats, remaining upon his face. Today, she will be treated like a member of the Basin; no mercy, no shits given if she dies or not.
What happens in a blink of an eye is his lunge, hind legs bursting with power that doesn't seem even capable with his current state. He is matted, sheets of black hair dreadlocked in places, an ear missing, foaming at the mouth, well, maybe not foaming at the mouth, but he might as well be a rabid animal. The attack comes with his teeth bared, lips curled back, powerful head swung towards her ears. In the past, he had gone for the eye of an annoying colt that tried to get in his path between him and the winged girl, where as a certain little birdy sure was pissing him off, and missed with the sudden jerk of the head backwards. He cannot think the question as of if she might be smart enough to take action and escape him. That sort of command seems so difficult in these times.
Far off, into the back of his transparent skull made of brick walls, through and past the gears that move occasionally, most shrouded in cobwebs, a whisper breaks through his head. 'Is this always what you wish for? To kill those who come into your path when you don't want them to? Go, kill her. Meaningless as she is to you.' Shortly, Scinfaxi's words are hushed and breaking down his brain, The Unknown seeming to eat away at the sanity he might still carry somewhere in the back. Though, the question always goes as follows:
Who dare venture that far into the dark just to see sanity? The world is a dark place, and that is a dark place best not visited.



"talk talk talk"

When they had begun, he knew of his intentions of any soul that came across him. He didn't exactly know of them, instead Scinfaxi remained the part of his brain that controlled knowledge. The white figure stood in silence as Shajake hit the mare's chest, reawakening the green eyed man. 'Does that this please you? Is it welcoming that this one wants to play but doesn't know her place?' Yes. His eyes remain unmoving as he stares, her frail body being pushed back. A spur of mad laughter breaks the silence between the two.
Finally, she does something that was wanted. The Unknown's red eyes lit up as the little creature attacked the dappled man, who stood without much complaint. There were hooves heading for his face, and instead, in a form of protest of the action he had created, stands without movement and word. There is no twitch within his eyes, no breath exhaled from his nostrils. What does move is masses of black, tossed about in the wind. It seems as the mare doesn't ever exist to him, before there is a fast jerk within his eyes, the one ear upon his head bursting forward to check her sounds. She has filled the air with the sounds of her hooves parting the air, breath that is so vital to her existance, yet while for him, there is not a strur. Everything now, is simply movement.
He finds a thought in his skull, back through the cobwebs and roars of Scinfaxi's and The Unknown's voices, back to a place where there is some sanity, made of battle plans. This comes in handy, and for a moment of rare sanity, he bursts forward, coming to meet her attack. If she didn't catch on, then there would be issues later on.
There needs to be the sensation of his skull slamming into her breast, instead there is the burning fires of pain that tell him her hooves caught him. She gets him along the neck, on the right side. In revenge, his teeth are barred and he goes for her lower neck before sliding about for escape.
Wide open air allows the Madman to stare at the mare, to see what could be described as beauty if he was able to ever be sane enough to think that thought. Beauty meant nothing to him; it had never crossed his mind, never lingering about when he was attacked by the mare who took his ear.
In the train of thought that is more of the disease's than his own, she somehow got herself somewhere near to him, rump facing towards him as a fury of hooves went for his chest. The ground is soft, though rain hasn't fallen in what is probably months. Grasses have turned barren and lifeless, where as no nutrition was held within them. The calorie intake of eating those grasses would be like drinking salt water; in a short and sweet style, it would make you mad over time, breaking apart your brain as posion was ingested daily. Before long, you could end up like Shajake.
His hooves slide about the earth, head hung low in a different manner than usual. For once, a question is asked within his brain by a voice that seems his own. "What?" She holds herself too close to him, and in a deathly idiot form, he lunges for her in a way that she probably wouldn't guess him to attack in. Scinfaxi laughs for once, humour within the white ghost's voice. Maybe he knows exactly what is going when the green eyed man partically places himself upon the mare, as if all along she had belonged to him. Within his brain, there is nothing but silence. No gears have the power to turn anymore, remaining stationary, for this is the cycle of life, with a dark touch if you might.

OOC: Just so you know, total rape. XD

"talk talk talk"