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» My body swayed with my uneasy canter, my legs stiff. I blew through my lips as I went along, carelessly picking my way through the wood. It was a dark wood, eerie and without life. I slowed myself to a trot, still going nowhere in particular.. just wandering.. wandering... I lifted my head from its gloomy droop, auds flickered forwards, straining on their boundaries. Did I hear voices..? My eyes shifted from their gloom to a fire, a fire which had always burned inside me since I had killed Elleasco((ellie-as-co-)). I snorted, side stepping a little. Why was this such a pathetic and cruel world. I shook my dial, curving my boa into a tight arch. The slight breeze caught my mane and forelock, tossing in about and around my face. It stung my eyes, but that didn`t matter. Nothing did.

» I paused my thoughts, glaring coldly at the world. Though What was I doing.. I have no idea. I whipped my head around, gazing behind me, then set my glance back in front of me. I was not looking for a fight, and I doubted that I would stand much of a chance, unless it was a silly foal. But size was merely and advantage in battle, as was your reputation. Though the real reason anyone won, was that one held a great desire, a crave to kill the flesh and nothing would stop them.. their skill in battle and the odds against going against a certain opponent. I stubbornly planted myself a few hundred feet from the clearing, my eyes once again becoming dull and listless. My thoughts raced back.. back to the time I hated most, what I fear about myself that couldn`t be let go.

» Milky white, fluffy clouds dotted the pale blue sky. A gentle breeze drifted in the air, carrying what little it could pick up. Autumn was near, very near and the herd was preparing for the long and harsh winter to come. Disticsa lay in a blanket of grass, eyes shut into small slits. She softly breathed gentle breaths, her chest rising and falling as she did. A moment later she awoke, her mothers shadow gloating over her.
"Hi mommy.." she mumbled.
"Hi honey.. why don`t you go and play with the others?"
Disticsa looked at her stunned, "..because they don`t like me... and I don`t know how to play their games.."
The conversation had ended abruptly. Disticsa stood, looking around, 'I wonder where dad might be... he is never here, unless he is chasing us into the hills.' Disticsa sighed, turned and walked north aways. Then she saw him, broad and ugly. Her father came cantering up behind an old nag. She was a strawberry roan, and by the looks of it, was old and worn. She was unhealthy and seemed very ill. What did her father want with this one... Though the question was never answered...

» My chain of thought was broken, I gasped, hating that damn memory with every bone in my body. I sighed, trying to erase the past from me, though I had tried before, it had never worked. This was my worst nightmare, I paused, looking around. What was I doing here anyways? What was so good about it? I had no idea, though I planned to find out..

» I turned away, heading in the general direction of a more dense part of the trees. They grew thick around me, closing in around me. I shuddered inwardly at the memories that forced themselves into the conscious part of my brain. My neck snapped down, jaws clamping on the tender skin on the inside of my leg, teeth tearing into the juicy flesh. I trembled once, then released my grip, bringing my head back up slightly, then going on.

» Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself spying upon a dapple stallion, before a foolish kid. I knew Titan. Everyone did. And I hated him, but of course, I hated everyone. My lips drew back in a snarl, as snarly a face as a horse can have, that is, and I continued to watch the stupid bastard. That kid sure was brave, in my opinion. Though I would be the same. I did not feeling pain, for I had no feeling. I could no feel, I was the equivalent of a mindless, brainless, drone. Emotionlessly wandering, watching. As if I watched the world from inside a glass box. A box I could never escape from.

» My lips curved into a pleasant grin, enjoying the sight of blood. My mouth began to water, I could almost feel it on my tongue. Oh how I wished I could taste that rich taste once more. Though no blood would I ever savor as much as that hellion, Elleasco. My ears twitched, my whole body erect with eagerness, anticipation. I wanted blood... I craved it. My desire was overwhelming, and I barely registered my actions before I had pressed my tongue to the mare's neck, hungrily licking the blood flowing from the wound.

» Before long, it was cleaned up. Desperately I clung to the open cut, sucking like there was no tomorrow. Oh how I savored this taste. Wait a minute. What was wrong with me? Slowly, reluctantly, I pried myself away from her, stepping back, before grinning at her with a hungry gleam in my eye. "Howdy," I said bluntly.

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» I watched the mare clip Titan's nose. He was pretty stupid not to dodge, if you asked me. Personally, she was a bit arrogant, though I was a leech if you wanted to get into that. I watched the crimson liquid leak from the wound, watched the drops slowly make their way down his chin, slowly falling toward the leaves, watching as it pooled on the ground. I liked my lips, my gaze focused purely on the flow. Titan turned away from me then, and I could no longer see the delicious blood.

» Not that it was of much importance at the moment. That stupid filly had clamped her disgusting teeth over my throat. Without thought, I wrenched my throat away from her, reveling in the feel of my skin being wrenched away from me. I could feel her teeth rake it off, feel the pleasant ooze down my neck. I grinned childishly. "Thanks, that felt good." I froze my grin, titling my head to the left like a confused puppy. I may have been younger than her, but that didn't make me stupid, or weak.

» I was what you called a rouge. An outlaw. I belonged to no one; not after that bastard, Elleasco. I had no alliance, either. You asked me to fight for you, I spat in your face. Or tore your throat out. I preferred the latter, but I had a reputation to keep. Sighing dejectedly, I turned my head back straight, watching the mare with a sort of bored expression.

» "Stalemate, huh? No matter, I really don't feel like fighting you. You don't look tough enough," I muttered, more to myself.


;;[ooc] meh >_> it sucks