.Why.Must.I.Fall.Like.This.

[Broken Wings]

<sup>Why You Gotta Break What’s Already Broken?

Ebonite limbs carried the minx through the forest at a break neck pase. If she were to fall now she would be killed. Her daggers sliced through branches and the forest floor as the opening into the meadow became clear. Snorting she began slow her pace and finally stopped. She wasn't like other minxs and knew it. Her mocha pools washed over the loam that was before her taking in the features. She knew where she was and knew what could happen. She belonged to none and wished to belong to none.

Slowly she stepped out of the darkness and into the light. As she moved the sun shined down on to her glossy ebonite pelt making her irritated. She hated the sunlight but still she longed to be in it. After she had gone a short distance she stopped. Her chains blew in the light breeze as it picked up. She opened her kissers to release a scream but descided against it. She would let them find her.

I try to take a breath but I’m already choking.</sup>

ooc: sorry for such a bad post but I am crying righ tnow.

[Disiro]

aww.. don't cry..

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, by an oak tree. 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, arab mix, onyx 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...

dry bout recylced post.. meh muse is low and i have to go...

[Broken Wings]

Ooc: Ok sorry for the horrid post!

^{Audits pricked and then turned towards the demon and slowly her weight shifted and pillars lifted from the loam floor and her bodice was moved in his direction before her pillars straightened again. A small fire began flickering behind the walls of ice that shielded her inner thoughts from the world. Unlike many of his kind he was stained steel instead of night, but she didn’t care who or what he was stained. Velvets parted and met again as songs formed and flowed from her bodice. These eyes see into the darkness and fear the light beyond it. She hissed taking a step towards him. She was smaller than him so her skulla was lifted and bodice straightened making her stand taller that she was.}

[Disiro]

I died two years ago...

A bay dyed vixen stood within his grasp, her onyx orbs shielded from any creature's prying. His orbs only met hers with a firm glare. As if trying to decrypt a code, she stared back, her orbs shifted every once and a while through if it was away from his stare he could not tell. His glare did not lighten nor fade. A brief glance was filtered over the vixen as he inhaled her stench, differing it between the other vixs he had already encountered. She was the third. Third times the charm eh? His mind snapped sarcastically, crude humor echoing only through his mind. She was smaller than he as most vixens were, and she stood as tall as she was able, as if attempting to seem larger, as a potential threat. A growl was momentarily restrained from his acoustics, his ivories shown briefly bared through his facade. His emotion spread no further than that, and he would not allow it to. His own bod was coordinated accordingly as his own skull was lifted to excel hers, his auds fell back slightly visible beyond his skull. His silent warnings were shown of his displeasure. Her vocals met his thorns, her words filtering through his cerebrum as he decoded for her intentions. His orbs never faded from hers. His gaze held steady and dominating. She would be a challenge. His vocals left suddenly as they met her auds, his tone even yet icy.

My path runs parallel to your wrench. However, I don't fear the light, I destroy it. Now tell me, are you going to follow me easy, or shall I be forced to drag you?

His words posed an inquiry, but his tone held no question. His thorns lowered to his scorched skull, as his ivories shown again to the sunlight, baring into eachother. His pillars creaked forward silently, as he circled her bodice, his shoulder brushing against her barrel. His neck suddenly jolted forwards as his ivories grasped into what should have been the outer layer of her hide. If his aim was without fault, it would show that he was no longer to be fooled around with.

I'm dead to you now...

[Broken Wings]

^{Her audits twisted forward slightly letting his threating words enter them. Once he was done speaking they lowered back against her bay skulla. She didn't flench from his glared but merly accepted it. SLowly a small smirk parted her velvets and then opened once again. I go with none who can't tame me, heavener She spat letting her limbs take her a few steps closer. As she went closer he became even taller but still she didn't fear him. With every step she took she knew she was pressing her luck and risked losing her life, but if he wanted her then he wouldn't kill her.}

[Disiro]

I died two years ago...

His orbs never left her own. A real charmer aren't we? His mind sneered in a silent rebuttal. She definitely wasn't like the first vixen he had claimed in his protection. She was different. She was arrogant, ignorant, and self absorbed. A typical dark wimp. His mind hissed in a hysterical manner. Oh yes, this was quite amusing. But not for long. Her words soon hit his thorns as his auds dug deeper into his scorched skull becoming nearly invisible. Oh yes, being a really character, are we? Not to worry every thorn can be snapped, every branch can be crushed. Your spirit can be devoured. And what a coincidence that we should meet, because I can provide that very satisfactory service of breaking you in. His mind ranted continually. His words suddenly emerged from his facade, still icy.

Well, maiden, those who will give me no loyalty have no use for me, so I will feel no regret in extinguishing your pitiful existence.

He spat venomously. His orbs suddenly seemed to change as they no longer held back the emotion that was usually so well kept. Fire burned clearly, but still led no entrance into his soul. He circled the mare again, his bod charging forward toward hers, as the actions were effortlessly put forth. Orbs glanced momentarily around him to search for an object that would silently put her from her misery. Like an over hanging tree branch perhaps? If she were to rear up upon that, it would sever her spinal cord instantly, ensuring a quick death. A smirk entered his facade as his bod charged towards her again, charging at precise places to ensure that she would back away from his massive bod.

I'm dead to you now...