A.lone in the world

[freedom]

The cries of a lone femme filled the lands, but they weren't real, no they weren't. They were tricks of the mind, power and will. Freedom zipped through the lands, her feet pounding against the ground, swishing to and fro, making sure she didn't trip or fall over a tree. She ran faster and faster, the trees in her mind becoming a blur. She then stopped, dirt flying out from under her pistens. Her front lingers thrashed in the air as she reared up, her coat shining under the sunlight. She sent out a cry and then landed down upon the ground, her hair floating down to her sides.

[Disiro]

I died two years ago...

Cracked daggers sounded dully on the thin sheets of rubble that covered the soil. Small fragments wedged their way into the raw crevices of his frogs, thorny residuals permanently digging deeper into his thin flesh as mud and other liquid substances dried, causing the thorns to cement themselves into his flesh. Numb were his daggers, as his soul was, numb his soul would forever be. I died two years ago. His mind repeated endlessly, venom mixed into the endless tune. Pit-less onyx orbs shot out in front of him, as nares filtered through the air, taking a mere microsecond to pick out what he had wanted. A mare. A vix. A female. A maiden. A minx. A wretch. A wrench. A victim. Whatever he wished to name them, they had listless callings. Worthless, most of them. A mere figure that wasted valuable time, and no purpose but to reproduce and look pretty. If they could handle even that. He had only met a select few that were more than that. That had even the slightest clue what was going on. That were smart enough to back off when an enemy stud was was threatening them. Instead of waste their lives fighting what was their own leader's battle. It was his job to protect, his job to give the seed, his job to look over the others. Whether he played by the rules none knew. yet.

Sleek muscles rotated with ease, his dull thin coat not allowing enemies to see what really lay beneath the surface. Auds never stayed at ease, always rotating around his skull, picking up momentary sounds that ceased as soon as they had started. His scorched coat allowed the moon to reflect his color, soft mist emerging from his caverns, like a fire's smoking drifting out into the air. And as soon as it emerged from his nostrils, it vanished. Pillars moved rhythmically, joints rotating to the will of his body. The scent flashed through his body again, it was stronger. The snow was thicker, the ice harder and a forest outlined his vision. He was close. But his forward movement neither increased nor decreased. It stayed controlled. Perfectly controlled.

Some studs and mares would mistake him as a light or neutral being, instead of the rogue monster his blood and mind had formed. Unlike his other enemies, he was in control of himself. He had no emotion, and less even though he ever had. I died two years ago. His mind continued to chant effortlessly. Dark stallions attempted to rape vixes, to control them with fright and force. But yet they couldn't control themselves. Their anger, their fury. It was all out of their grasp. They couldn't even control their testosterone, but yet they wanted to control others. A waste. A waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of everything. Now some equines would state, that if he was in full control of himself, how was he evil, where was the passion? Would he back down to every fight? A slight smirk influenced the upper regions of his facade. Oh yes. He was quite a skilled fighter, but he fought not only was revenge or anger that was controlled, but with power and intelligence, instead of kicking out anywhere he could grasp. Only one hit, and the opponent was severed from the world. Like that.

Orbs refocused again, as light seeped into his pupils, without letting any return. A shadow caught his vision. Direction shifted slightly, as he made an intercept course for the vixen, only halting when he was directly in front of her. His orbs scoured her bodice icily, taking only a few microseconds to pull up her information. Vixen, gypsy mix, grey shading, no more than five revolutions. His mind returned without a waver of interest. Without waiting for the vix to introduce herself, his icy tones snapped across the air.

State your allegiance.

His voice hung emotionless in the air, his orbs penetration through hers as if he was reading right through her. He didn't care to give his cursing or path, unless she was worth it. Time would tell soon enough. Whether she wished to state her cursing, was her own will, but there was only one thing on his mind now. What path lays before you? If she was anything but a dark or rogue, he would leave her. He had no interest in slaves. They were pointless. Pleasure no longer infested him, influencing his every thoughts. I died two years ago. Lights and neutrals were useless. They complained, they wept, they pouted, they couldn't fight if there was a battle. They were traitors and would do more harm than good. And if they were impregnated, they would birth neutral or light whelpings, only making another ally for the enemy. There was no point. A waste in time. A waste in energy. A waste of a life.

I'm dead to you now...

[freedom]

Freedom stepped back when the stallion came into view he was tall and white she bared her ivorys at him and snarled one word "rogue" she spat at the mut she didnt care what horses thought of her she just wanted to stay somewhere she glared at him fore she did not trust anybody or anything she swished her blonde tail in annoyance "what do you want" she said in an icy voice

[Disiro]

(ahem. I am a very dark gray color.almost a black shading. not white .)

I died two years ago...

The scorched stag watched the grulla mare icily, a defense building up silently inside him. She was a tester, full of herself. Something he wouldn't allow in his flesh and blood. Her ivories flashed at him and his auds flattened against his skull, his orbs continuing to glare into hers. A brief silent warning if she wished to live a minute longer. He would not become angry and would not allow emotion to be reflected outwards. But he would not allow himself to be degraded by a useless vix. Her whipcord flashed, her anger not receding. His figure seemed to grow as his neck lifted slightly upwards, another silent warning. He was not a stallion to be messed with. Her vocals rang out to his still pinned auds. His tones shot out momentarily after hers, still emotionless, but a threat uncovered.

Continue your actions, and I will have your corpse.

The stud's tones ended, the threat still lingering in the air. Yes he was rogue, and yes he was dark. But he would not have disloyal wretches in his herd who thought nothing of spitting out crude remarks to their protector. Do all they want to eachother, and to their enemies. But not to him.

I'm dead to you now...

[freedom]

Freedom calmed down she didnt want to get left out here she stopped being an ass for he might be her leader soon she lowered her head and sighed "sorry,m'lord" she said in a bit more warm voice she sighed and looked back at the brute if she wasnt a little less demanding he would kill her she watched him her blue orbs watching his every movement not wanting to say the wrong thing so she didnt say anything at all

[Disiro]

I died two years ago...

Auds rested momentarily as the silence seemed to stretch between them. Never did his pit-less orbs leave the vix's, his stare not unlike a glare. His pillars did not shift from side to side in unease, he stood as solid as a statue, his bulk and his muscles seeming to suddenly become apparent, although not tense. His confusion was not shown even slightly through his emotionless state. One second she was in full defense, the next she was obedient. His orbs narrowed slightly. would she be loyal or back off to every threat. His vocals reached out again.

Which are you dark or obedient?

His question echoed through her auds. He would wait for the reply. If it was thought through carefully, he was sure the vixen could get it right. If she thought about it.

I'm dead to you now...