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PostSubject: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Thu Nov 10 2011, 23:59

His harks twitched quickly, his head snapped around and stared at little objects that no one else noticed. Sharp cuttered snapped at passing flies with annoyance, catching the small buzzing animals and killing them with a slow, joyful pleasure that only someone as deranged as he could do.

A twisted giggled left his maw, the oddly marked stallion turning in a circle to snap at his scarred rump, a gesture that showed it was a often done move of his instanity.

"Ashton," he giggled in a sing-song voice "oh, my mighty big-brother Ashton!"

He pranced down the isle of trees, eyes twisting to stare at all visibal objects and studdenly froze, tense but the words continued.

"I know something," he sung "I know something know-one else knows!"

He broke into giggles again, once more continuing down the windy path.


OOC: intresting plot with Malion. He was Ashton's half-brother...and as you can tell, a little...well not there xD Post if you like, maybe if you're trying to have something bad happen to a charrie....open to anything XD Trying to get him more known...







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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sat Jan 07 2012, 22:37

She sighed as she wander through the meadows of the river flats, knowing there was something coming for her eventually. Her stallion still wanted her, but she knew that he would never get her or their two beautiful daughters. She was counting on Consession to look after pretty little failure, she did not want them to fall to her new stallion, nor their father.

She was a pretty creamollo mare, thouh she was heavily scarred from the abuse she had suffered. Her silver horn was chipped in places and where wing once had been on her back, were two bad scars. She sighed. Who else would ever show her the pain she relished at the moment?
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Mon Jan 09 2012, 02:24

The head snapped upwards, the eyes growing wide and the nostrils flaring at the distant tangled scent of a fae. A restless hoof pawed at the ground as he half reared and took off into the distance, charing down the path as if he had a pack of mad wolves chasing after him.

A terrible giggle escaped his maw, a loud crow of delight flew as he spotted her scarred form. Scarred or not something about her drew him in.

He stalked towards her, the short mane stuck up in all directions as he powered towards her smaller form. Suddenly, he launched himself at her, pinning her body under his as he forced himself upon her.

The thickly muscled maw clasped around her neck, the daggers now stained red clasped into her marked sides. He took no notice of the chipped stump that once withheld her beauty and radience, for he was a broken soul. There was no saving this monster god had created.

He finally withdrew from her spine, almost crushing it in his dismount and bit her once more harshly on the rump, making sure his claim remained there.

"Mine!" he crowed proudly and herded her forwards "you're Maolin's!"


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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Mon Jan 09 2012, 04:29

She turned to look at the horse who appeared, knowing what was coming from his very movements. Pain, something she relished. Snorting, she watched him, not surprised when he leapt up onto her, biting into her neck.
She neighed, a joyful sound though for the wrong reason. Pain shot down her neck and she nearly bucked from the weight that he'd put on her. She snapped at him as he got off. "I'm no ones," she snapped.
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Mon Jan 16 2012, 17:38

Mercy



Where has it gone?



It was common to wander, careless as the wind blowing through the trees and the bustling of small things in the bushes. It was such a shame that that their blood would be upon the earth if they dared to emerge from their burrows. If only they could feel her pain, her bad fate that had cascaded upon her like a swarm of angry wasps, stinging at her pelt. No one had any mercy on her when she was in need - they all just pried and made the wound bleed even more. Every time she breathed, it stung like another needle, piercing the very interior of her heart, her soul.

Stubborn. That's what he had called her - stubborn, because she was the daughter of hell, of the reaching flames that caressed the features of the dead. That bastard had called her stubborn before he had forced her and taken even the slightest bit of innocence that she had remaining in her thin bodice. And with that, he had broken her heart forever, shattered it to the earth where it broke into a billion pieces, scattered across the plains. Nothing could make it right again, and nothing could seal the wound that forever had penetrated the love she once had. Sympathy. Afroza. Even him. They were all dead now...but she had gone to sleep in slumber, where she could dream for a million years.

Instead of slumbering silently forever, she had been reawakened, all her pain in vivid imagery. Surreal. The thought brought a swirling motion of hate spiraling out of control in her heart. He had to die. "I know you're here, somewhere - Surreal. You're only waiting until I've escaped again, gone to Alaknanda, I know. You're in the bushes, you must be. You're everywhere, waiting to take me back and force me. OVER AND OVER," she screamed, tears falling down her cheeks suddenly as she recalled the past. It was horrible, and she couldn't even remember how long ago it had been, just that horrid fate had pushed her back to him once more, every single time. Not even Sympathy was here to help her now nor Desert Sun. Where had they gone - where were they? Where were they when she really needed them?

Dead. That was not the answer she wanted to hear, and she did not know of their passing, nor did she have any knowledge of the essence of time in the least. When was she? If Surreal was here, he would have already jumped out at her, she knew - or was her mind still playing tricks on her. For all she knew, she could be in his chamber, about to be forced by him again. Didn't the pain ever cease? Sometimes, she just wished she could kill herself, jump off a cliff, but she was too revenge oriented to do so. Mercy wanted to see the stag that had caused her all this harm suffer. Die.

There was no going back for the things you did in this world, and everyone would pay for what they had done.

Sorrowful with the harsh entanglements of love printed all over her crimson bodice, she wandered on, skull held low. There was no hope - not anymore, but she would still kill anyone who dared to touch her. Mercy knew her horn would penetrate the heart of any villain who dared to touch her, and she smirked at the idea, the lovely sound of gushing blood filling her harks with delight. Swirls of ebony caressed her form, and locks of obsidian fell to the side, hot like coal. Mercy was fire...and fire showed no mercy.

Disgust. This world was disgusting, the way abuse could take place in every shape and form. Mercy felt the putrid hate rise in her throat as the image of a vixen being forced by a devil captured her senses. In her mind, she saw herself cowering below the brutish force of Surreal. Oh, how she hated the name! It made her quiver with anger every time it came to her in thought, and she saw it in this stag. Copper was the ugly stag, covered in sabino snowflakes across his sides. He would pay for what he has done.

"Get ah-WAY from her. NOW!" she screamed, ramming into his side with all the blunt force she could muster up. "You...you monster. You will not hurt Mercy, you will not hurt her," Mercy said, panting as she stood back, horn agleam as she wished to fight. Her mind rushed, like waves in the ocean, and she could not free herself from the reality she was trapped in. Mercy had no mind at the moment, no conscience, for there could be no worse consequence than she had already endured in her past life. Is that what she was calling it now - her past life? It seemed as if she had not aged in those years she spent in slumber, for she was still young and frail as she used to be. There was no reason to her, no meaning. "Leave this place you hideous thing," she said coldly, stamping her dagger in disgust as she looked to the cremello mare who was struggling. Struggling like she used to.

That fae had the fight in her that Mercy had not any longer. Oh, she was just like herself when she was young - they were two of a kind. But the fight had died, just as her previous self had. Mercy was dead.
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Wed Jan 25 2012, 00:46

"Oh," he giggled and nipped her harshly once more on the flank "your Malion's!"

A strangled gurled escaped him at the sudden weight suddenly throw against his ribs, his heart beating faster at the thought of blood lust, of attack...of everything, the joy, the delicious flesh brought his mad mind too.

He turned, the giggles joining the harsh, heavy breathing as he spun to face her, sides heaving with excitement.

"Your Malion's too?" he asked with a grin, harks pricking at his own words before his maw was brought back to his chest in surprise "no! She's mine!"

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Wed Jan 25 2012, 09:05

No, it seemed to be that they were all dead in actuality, spiraling out of control in a parallel universe to her own, her own pathetic dirt life that had ceased to exist. One that she had escaped from only in darkness - only under the shadowing moonlight that cascaded upon her like a thousand lotus blossoms flowing over her crimson pelt. Nothing was left but death and the harbingers of the relieving silence that freed the world of pain, freed the weak of the misery they had to endure all their pathetic lives. And now, here, more was wreaked upon the weak, and it nearly killed her to see it happen again and again, but those pathetic pieces of scum were always avenged in the end, it seemed

"I belong to no one you pathetic excuse of a creature," Mercy hissed, death hidden beneath her icy words, hate festering in her mouth as she spoke. Her mouth watered to taste his flesh, to dig her spiraled horn into his flesh. Oh, his screams would be like candy to her harks, pinned flat against her delicate crimson skull. His agony like music to her soul - lifting her from the horrid depression and death that had set upon her. Oppression was truly released with fairness, and this was her chance to seek revenge for the deeds done to her over the years. If only it was him. If only she could get her hands on him, wherever he was, whatever he was doing. Mercy would kill him. Kill him and not let him go from her grasps until not a breath escaped from his dying frame. Hatred, oh, it was so evident that she hated the brutish creatures for wreaking her nights with terrors, leaving her gasping for breath in the dawning light as she struggled to come to the conclusion that she belonged to him.

Mercy took a deep breath, orbs of deep yellow blaring brightly at him, horn pointed parallel with his chest. "You had better leave before I kill you...or simply render you helpless so she can escape. Maolin....you disgusting thing..." she trailed off, vocals deep with rage and a necessity for revenge trailing behind her. The world, unfortunate for many wandering vixens, was full of vile things, including brutish stags that simply thought they could force their way with faes. Mercy laughed, not at the predicament that she was allowing herself to be involved in - but at his pitiful words.

What made him think that he was all that? Just because he hadn't been defeated yet? Well, it was just too bad for him that the record he had clung to would be broken today. Smoke could have come from her nostrils, she was so enthralled in this confrontation, steam boiling beneath her skull as a silent fire ravaged her. Nothing, nothing could cease the rage that had laid dormant for years. None could cease the hatred that she held for this creature and his kind. "You will not take a step more towards her. Actually, you will step back," the dainty fae commanded, horn blazing with the fury of her father before her. The daughter of Hades would take no hostility, yet she longed not for others to bow to her - just for their unquestioned respect. That wouldn't happen, though, for she had been only abused since the day she was born. By Afroza, the bitch...and then Surreal! How could she live in this world with such animosities?
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sat Feb 11 2012, 19:41

The deranged stallion pulled his head back at her spat words, a dark light fuming in his orbs as he flared his nostrils and stood his ground fimly.

"You are mine," he said with the simplistic nature of one who had lost his mind. He saw no sense, no harm in what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to claim her, call this flightly fae his.

Though his harks twitched at her laughter, the sound only seeming to confuse him more as he tossed his oddly marked head and strode powerfully closer to her side. His teeth snapped out, clasping around her neck as he shook her harshly not seeming to notice the glinting sign of the spiraled horn as he sunk his teeth deep into her flesh.

"Mine," he spat again, giving her another shake for good measure and let go, pushing her back a few strides.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sun Feb 12 2012, 11:55

Every word was lucid, every phrase like running water over the wounds of the night - ones she had long conquered. Shadows of the past always seemed to loom overhead, a deathly mist enclosing upon her. Breath came with difficultly, as her crimson bodice shuddered under his glare. Fear was an illusion only for the weak, for pain was only a dream, those who chose to cling to precious life were the only ones that felt its clenching, draining tinglings at the very ends of their nerves...at the very end of their pathetic lives. But even more faulty was the illusion of love, for if love would truly exist, wouldn't it be worthy enough to grace her with its blessed appearance? Ha! There was no such thing.

Simplicity ran through the choppy, robotic vocals that vibrated upon the tense, cool air between them. Determination shone deep to the core in her crimson orbs - hatred soaring like an eagle in her soul with adrenaline pumping through her veins. She tried to speak but could not; a foamy lubricant from the simple nervous feelings of rehashing her past prevented her vocals from quavering before him. Mercy longed to taste his blood, chocolate to her longing tongue, to slurp blood into her mouth, relishing the taste of all the wasted years. Feeling his well-muscled form quiver under her choking hold as the life drained from him, tears pouring from his orbs, losing focus of the moment. Victory could be...well it could be hers if only she could conquer this irrational fear of bearing his child once more, except in a different form.

"No," she muttered, breath sharp and ragged as she defied all threats. "Your demise will be handed to you this morn if you do not cease," she spat, her countenance carrying a slightly annoyed view as she watched him intently. Just as that monster Surreal had met his final hour, this one would too - and she would be the one to deliver his mange ridden pelt to hell. The lust for blood rose in her chest, flames rising like the waters of a raging river - they rose to create flames upon the ground, upon the earth they stood on, yet they burned not her.

How cruel the earth for the same fate she had as just a young fae being given to the youth before her. Sympathy filled her orbs, but it lasted for only a moment before pain shot up her slender boa. Thrashing, she attempted to escape his harsh grasp - trickles of blood running from where his piercing ivories had sunk into her soft flesh. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even think under the pain of his shaking her rapidly. After he released her, she fell to the earth, embracing it like a long lost lover. Pillars sprawled against the ground, the light blackening from her eyes as she scrambled about, attempting to get her daggers beneath her once more.

Quickly, she reached up with her skull, forcing all four of her pillars to stand. "I. Am. NOT. Yours," she whispered, hate filling her once more as she continued the struggle to win.

Something overcame her - the feeling of superiority as she darted across the clearing to his side and rammed her horn at his rib-cage. Her knees buckled as she stood, ramming him repeatedly as she felt the weakening in her form. If she was forced today, she would see it as a failure. Life would be ruined, and life wouldn't be worth living anymore. Losing was not an option, but it was becoming harder and harder to breathe as the moments went on. Was this battle worth fighting?
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Thu Feb 23 2012, 22:53

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I made my way throught the silent forest gazing at the rays of sunlight that pierced the canopy like spears of sunlight from the heavens above suddenly the peaceful silentce of the forest was shatterd by the sounds of conflict.Immediately I began galloping towards the origin of the sounds.

I burst forth on the scene catching sight of the dark mare."STAY BACK HELLSPAWN You will not spill the blood of these innocents!"
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Fri Feb 24 2012, 18:01

Glazed with unbreakable madness were the orbs of golden, the pits of them slit like that of a viper, pouring with animosity. A growl wished to break free from her chest, ivories tearing into bare flesh as she consumed their life with her own. Death was her alibi, her sweet friend who gave up not in the darkest of hours. It was the only constant in life - for it was the end, and all bared a fate which was determined by how they lived.

Sharp harks raised, hearing the footfalls from afar as her intelligent features shot the next savage a look of disgust. They were like vultures, swarming around the bodice of a dead, decaying creature. They preyed upon the weak, the less savvy in the ways of the world, but none should prey upon her unless they wanted to be the ones burdened with a slow and gory death. Mercy was not afraid to deliver on her promise for revenge - and she would. Darkness rose within her as she felt like a cave was collapsing and leaving her struggling for air as more encroached upon her space.

"Leave! All of you!" she screamed, pillars flailing in the air as she struck out at both of them, not caring who she injured. "And leave this one with me," she said, dazed slightly from the cut on her flank. Although she was drastically weakened from the slight cut on her side, she would not let him know it, for brutes like this needed to be taught a lesson.

Another one! Mercy shuddered, turning to him warily, flicking her whipcord before addressing him. Rolling her golden orbs, she mulled him over with her vision, shaking her skull with dismay. "You are an idiot," she murmured, hearing his dramatic words. Did he really think he was going to be her knight in shining armor? Ha! There was no such thing, for everyone betrayed you if you gave them the chance. "Leave. You are not being noble by trying to save me," she spat, shooing him away with her temperamental words. Secretly, she wanted to know more about the one who dared to step in the face of danger to speak to her. No one needed to know though.
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sun Feb 26 2012, 17:38

The words where like acid burning and enraging."Save you? What kind of twised mind could comprehend that i came to aid you?It is obviously you who is reasonable for what has happend here,you are reasonable for the warped state of this stag and you will reslease him"
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Tue Feb 28 2012, 17:35

Froth wanted to pour from her lips, anger bubbling to spill over like venom corroding blood vessels, destroying all in sight. Vessels upon her skull protruded, throbbing with imminent threat. Something gave her hate the potency to kill, gave her the striving to take from life; it was like an abrupt volcano bursting with ashes and debris. Snap. Something went snap inside, releasing all the demons that had dwelled in her blood for many years, lying dormant. Who dared that fiend to throw insults from his blabbering mouth?

A grimace took over her countenance, the relatively calm expression that had overtaken her slouching away like the crescent of a moon. Shy she was not, the prowess of a hunter prominent in her snake-like form. Twisted and gleaming the horn was upon her dainty skull, orbs flaming with the fire of a thousand days in hell. "Who do you think you are, brute?" she hissed, taking a menacing step closer. Bulging muscles protruded from her thinly pelt, glinting as she stepped into the sunlight. So much hurt she had endured, now to be spat upon by this commoner, this creature of infinite darkness that carried around his narcissism like a crown of gold.

As he finished his phrase, her blood could have boiled. She? She caused this? She had been the protagonist! "Excuse me?! How dare you even suggest such a thing you weak bit of scum," she said harshly, lashing out all of a sudden with her daggers hoping to pound into his skull. "I suggest you leave before I rip you apart limb by limb. All that will be left is a bloody pulp," she whispered quietly, anger spilling out from her verbiage.

It was like a mob of raging beasts circling around her, vultures waiting for her to take her last breath. For her to whisper 'I fight no more'. Ha! They could keep wishing, for there would be no words of weakness to add insult to injury. To the end, she relished in being the last one standing, the one who never accepted defeat. Mercy, the brave, would accept her own death before she would succumb to the forces of the world. There was no such thing as giving up, and killing them would be her love.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Thu Mar 01 2012, 22:28

I watched the dark mare's muscles tense at my words i had offended her deeper than the norm i knew she would try to strike me why else whould she be steping closer to that witch she hates,the many years i spent looking for my brother had tought my what to expect from darks.As she raised her daggers up preparing to crush my skull I darted back and watched her daggers smash the rocks upon which i had just been standing no dout that is what would have become of my head if i had simpaly stood there.

Enraged I smashed my daggers into the ground taking a much heaver defence stance.
"What kind of coward are you,do you know nothing of honor? You try that again and I will not be so passive you hellspawn!"

Although enraged at her act I was intrigued at her words if she was not responsible for the state of the stag who was?
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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Thu Mar 15 2012, 15:07

He fell to his knees at the weight of her ramming horn, the magic of his immortal bodice giving him no harm but the pressure behind it still ached deep within and buckled his legs.

"You are mine!" he roared in challenge and rose of shaky legs at the sound of approach. The stallioon forced his way between the approaching brute and the seemingly possessed fae.

"Mine!" he growled to the stallion, eyes flashing darkly as if tempting him to try his fate. He didn't fair well against stallions approaching his property.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Thu Mar 15 2012, 20:41

How incompetent these fools were, chiding her like she was a doll to be fawned upon in a frightening demeanor. Their happy, happy loves of blood and gore were not easily settled, as her own were not when she was displeased. Twisted was her countenance, features stricken with a hatred that burned deep within her soul. Why did things have to be so complicated in life? She trembled with rage as a torrent of venom shot throughout her, burning the hope of future into a million shreds that were incomprehensible to the mind. All they would see is her acting to the characteristics of a psychotic state, and perhaps, it was not far from the truth.

"I am no coward," she growled defensively, lashing with her sharpened ivories at his jugular. Soon, his features would be tattered and torn from battle and he would be broken beyond repair. Oh, wonder how his petty faes would think when they saw his corpse floating down the stream! Surely they would scream in awe and delight that such a wretched beast be taken from the ailing planet. A spawn of hell or an angelic form from heaven, she would crush him, and spit his insides out upon the terrain so that it was laced with crimson. His blood would be shed for the world.

Bliss rose from the tips of her daggers as the great beast fell to his knees, conquered, at least for the moment. This first antagonist would die today and suffer for the woes he had caused this world, for he could not take captive who he desired. Twisting her skull, she urged the horn to travel deeper within him, hoping to pierce a component necessary to the life process. She felt his muscles clench in his bodice, knees buckling under the strain that she had given him and smiled. Oh, how she wished she could drain the life from him, to take him off the planet and make his life the living hell he wished to inflict upon her. Perhaps she was a little deranged, but weren't they all?

"Your brother puts you to shame, Maolin! Ashton was much more noble. And you shall die for your character," she said sternly, flicking her flamed whipcord easily as she delivered the news.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sat Mar 17 2012, 07:44

I swang my head back narrowly avoiding her shining ivories.That insidious act made my heart go cold to all emotion but hate, made my hellion blood boil to the point where I thought it was burning through my veins. This mare thinks my words empty? She thinks me a coward a fool? She will quickly see that I can be as cold and hate filled as anyone of her cursed kind! I opened my eyes to reveal my now crimson orbs.

Mustering my strength I attempted to knock the dark mare to the ground or at least dislodge her horn which she had stabbed in to the deranged stag. Even in my red haze my compassionate side still pushed through."Listen hellspawn I have little interest in fighting you, all I wish to know is who is responsible for the state of this stag and if he can be saved. And if you wish we can continue this pointless banter until one of us drops dead it’s your choice."





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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sat Mar 17 2012, 20:24

Instantly the head reared back, a ugly darkness filling his crazed orbs and the head tilted as he snapped at his hind end once more, drawing blood at the quick movement as he twitched.

"Ashton!" he laughed, breaking into a fit of deranged giggles "Ashton! Big brother Ashton!"

Suddenly the giggles broke off, his dark eyes pinning her as he surged forth, forcing her slight weight backwards with a new glint in the endless pool they called orbs.

"He is dead!" he roared, snapping his teeth before her "he is gone! Big brother Ashton is gone!"

A harsh bark of laughter escaped him once more before he mounted her with all his weight, forcing himself within and pulled away with a last snap at her rump.

"Now come! You are mine!!!" he hissed as he thudded to the ground.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Mon Apr 16 2012, 09:51

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Wed Jun 06 2012, 15:05

There was nothing left but the battering of daggers against skulls and the pitting of brother against brother in the final war. All would be decided today, for there would be a victor and a defeated soul, left to rot in the pit of society. She was not appalled by death, actually, she welcomed its warm comfort with open arms. Every feeling faded away into oblivion, and she felt immune to the prickling of pain, to the blood that would eventually be gushing down her spine and to the bottoms of her pillars in a final struggle at freedom. Love would not accompany her, for a soul like hers could not be helped.

Mercy clenched her ivories, digging into the ground with all the force she could to keep herself from slitting his throat with her maw when he continued to call her the wretched name 'hellspawn'. "I am no creature of the devil. So shut up," she snapped, golden orbs aglow with a new sort of insanity she had experienced only once before when she was in jeopardy once before. "He has brought it upon himself, and he has forced countless mares to their breaking point, as I was forced once before. I shall kill him to break this thread of evil, so that no others shall feel what I feel. I would not wish my state on anyone," she growled, leaping at the insane stag's shoulders, hoping to bring him down to his knees and defeat him.

"I shall take you too to the grave if you choose not to believe me," she muttered, glaring enticingly.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Sun Nov 04 2012, 01:58

A wild cry of pain escaped the immortal, crazed stallion felt teeth clenching at the muscles of his shoulder, but he remained standing despite the rivers of blood trickling their way down his heaving side.

He twitched then, spinning around to face the mare he had just forced himself upon, prancing in place in seemingly delight and forgetting all about the wound.

"Maolin wins!" he informed her "Maolin always wins."

He launched himself at her in an almost playful sense, teeth nipping teasingly at her side before nipping quickly at the other side. It was almost as if he was herding her in the direction he wanted to.

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PostSubject: Re: Deranged, Possessed, Evil (OPEN)   Mon Nov 05 2012, 15:43

Adrenaline coursed through her - feeding her the sickness that once devoured her in the past. It had made her wish to taste blood on her tongue and feel the clash of daggers against bone as it shattered. Layers of tissue destroyed as she sunk her horn and ivories into it, simply because of a violation against her form. Glaring grudgingly to the stag, she felt herself weakening a bit as he took her energy from her...and her dignity.

No one was to be trusted, for everything was stripped from her by certain individuals, and all that was left behind was the scars telling her everyday that they had been in her life at one point. All they left was orphans, needing a mother. She was not a mother, for she no longer had the time or patience to deal with the concerns of those who wished to suck the life and energy from her. Mercy was not dedicated to doing anything but killing - demolishing the lives of those that had tortured her for years. Blood still dripped from her nape where his daggers had been. And her harks hurt from yelling. And her soul hurt.

Refusing to lower her skull, she gritted her ivories in determination. "You are a fool, Maolin. And you have not won, you have only given me a tool in defeating you. And that I will," she said, rage spilling into her vocabulary. As he neared her, she lashed out with the fury of a thousand hellions - the spirit of god, and with the speed of the wind. Determination paved the way to victory, and she heeded no warning as she clamped her ivories as harshly as she could, aiming for his neck. Of course, she would not be able to go for his jugular, for that was what he was expecting. No, an attack on his well-muscled boa would hurt just as badly.

His previous cries of pain had fed her ambitions and made her more hungry for his death. Mercy's horn sparkled in the sunlight, the tip sharp as a razor blade as she then added a second attack by twirling around in a circle and flailing herself at him full speed. Her horn was in a lethal position, and she was headed right towards his chest. A stab by a unicorn horn would leave any immortal suddenly mortal. Aging. Wasn't it a damn shame to have to live and age?


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