Any last words? [promise]

[Azure]

Xenon
You can't say you're fearless until you've met me

The dark Friesian brute wasn't sure what the hell had brought him to Peaceful Waters this quiet evening. He sure wasn't peaceful, and didn't care for the waterfall that cascaded down the plateau, forming a pond where he stood. Perhaps he was simply bored, or wanted to find some Lights to mess with. Either way, he was here now, and there wasn't a fucking soul in the area. Oh well, he'd just have to wait and see if anyone would come. Darks rarely came here, most didn't care for bright, happy places, especially if Lights and those annoying Neutrals hung around them. The Lights called themselves saviors and all that crap, but they were just as bad as the Dark alliance. At least in his alliance, you were what you preached. Assholes. But the Neutrals were the most fucking annoying, wanting 'peace'. How naive did you have to be to want something that didn't even exist in the first place? At first, the Neutrals were basically nothing, but they were growing. All the cowards had turned to them so they wouldn't get hurt. The black brute snorted sharply. Oh well, a band of cowards wouldn't go very far. Neither would the Lights, who were so easy to kill it was fucking hilarious. What was he worrying about anyways? The Darks would reign, he knew it. And then all the equines of EP would fucking bow down to them, and work their asses off while him and the others laid around, barking orders and beating them to pulp if they had the slightest imperfection in their work. Xenon snorted with satisfaction.

Slowly, he walked over to the edge of the pond, and stared at the handsome facade that looked straight back at him. A foul look spread over his features as he remembered what he had once been. A broken and battered body, the second twin to leave the womb. He had been scrawny and weak, and his parents had never wanted him. He was too ugly, too imperfect for them. They needed perfection, and his brother had it all; the handsome features, flowing mane and tail, and feathers like their father's. It wasn't only his looks, either; his personality was worse, in his parent's opinion. He was filled with hate for everyone he knew, who loved his brother instead of him. He was always killing small animals, from rabbits to baby deer. When they were a year old, he killed his brother, devastating his parents. However, they wouldn't kill him, for it would ruin their reputation as the kindest lights in the lands. But his reputation was already ruined, so at the age of two he killed his mother. This enraged his father, who attacked Xenon. But being the old bastard Xenon knew him as, the younger stallion managed to kill his sire. Finally, he left the herd scrambled and confused. Well, if his parents could see him now!

He began to gallop around the clearing, tearing up the grass beneath his daggers. His powerful pistons surged his forward with each stride he took, his muscles rippling under his slick ebony coat. Despite his large frame, he was able to turn on a dime and skid to a stop. A thin lather of sweat now covered his coat, so he slid into the cool waters, a sigh escaping his maw. After running around pointlessly, a refreshing swim felt good. No, he wasn't being soft of weak, he was simply using the features that were available to him. He wondered if other Darks would call him weak... oh well, he didn't give a shit what they thought! Besides, there were no Darks here, unless the nosy assholes here hiding on him... they wouldn't dare, would they? He sniffed the air for the scents of any equines, but there were none that he recognized. Now, he was starting to get pissed. Why were there no equines for him to meet or mess with? He let out a loud whinny, standing up on his hindquarters and kicking out with his front legs. If he got lucky, someone would come and save him from his boredom.

Word Count; 692
Muse; Great
Tagged; Promise <3
Ooc; I might be a bit rusty, I haven't RPed him in a while. I liked how the post came out though. =)

[promise]

Sadie
baby, you're the one that melt my heart
i swear i'm not lying
maybe tonight i'm gonna try my luck

Life.

Always seemed to renew itself in some way, shape, or form. For example, when one equine dies, another is born in it's place, somewhere in the world. When a few blades of grass are ripped from the soil of the Earth by a hungry mouth, a few more grow back in it's place. When the water runs dry in one part of the world, it floods in another part. So many things seemed to happen everyday, that not everyone would know why it did. The only thing one could do was move on. If a tragic thing happened one day, you could only hope that a non-tragic thing would happen the next day. But, most of the times your hopes went unheard. At night, youngsters pray for a life without hate, a life of peace and no war. But, when morning comes, their prays have gone unheard. War continues in one part of the world, hate continues to revitalize itself in most equines, and peace never comes.

Peaceful Waters.

Was never like it's name said. Peace was non-existent. No matter what some may say, there would never be peace in the world. The Lights and the Darks would never get along. It just simply wasn't how it was done in the world. The brindle coated mare had prayed every night for a chance at peace. Like the youngsters, she had hopes and dreams. Her dream was to live in a world where no creature had to fear another, where harmony and peace could coincide without a fear of interruption, and where a youngster could grow up without being abused, raped, and almost killed. Thinking about her own dreams brought a sigh to escape her lips. Shaking her head slightly, her hooves continued to carry her through the forests of the place. Everyday seemed like another escape route that came to a dead end. Her mother had told her of a day long ago when the Lights and Darks had gotten along. But, her mother had never had the chance to tell her how it happened or if it could happen again. She could remember the memory like it was just yesterday.

Death.

Seemed to haunt the brindle coated mare everywhere. She could remember the ebony coated stallion that had stolen her mother's life right infront of her. Her purple, birth-defected eyes had never left the gaze of her mother. Not until the stallion had started to approach her. But, he had never gotten close enough to kill her, before her own father risked his life for her. 'Run my little one.' The words rang clear through her mind. It was a horrible time for her. She had watched her own mother's death and she knew her father would never return. But, she had gotten the courage to run. Run as far away from there as she could. She never did look back. Because, she knew if she did, she would have only stopped and cried. But, she had to live on, so she gained courage enough to live each day. Even if it meant getting tossed from herd to herd, being abused by mares that took her in but never cared about her, being raped by the lead stallions of each herd, and almost killed while giving birth to a stillborn colt. Once more, Sadie shook her head, trying to clear away the memories. Only then, did she notice that she had cleared the forests. And, that she had almost stumbled upon a stallion...

Him.

As she gazed at the stallion before her, she couldn't help realizing that he looked like the stallion that had killed her parents. But, she tried to shake the thought from her head. She felt like she was going insane. She knew it couldn't be him. How could it be? The stallion that had killed her parents was a Dark that didn't belong in a herd of Lights. But, could it be? With careful steps, she maneuvered her way around the stallion, so that she wasn't behind him anymore. She had been so dazed in her thoughts and memories, that she had never caught the scent of the stallion or any noises that may have left his vocals. Though, as she gazed at him, she couldn't help feeling a slight pang of remembrance. Like, she somehow knew him or that he was somehow linked to the deaths of her parents. "Hello," she merely muttered.

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i can see that you want me
i'm dreaming about you every night
every night

muse , good
word count , 732
lyrics , kylie by akcent
tagged , azure with xenon
notes , lalala. came up with a small plot
inside of other plots. :3 can you spot it? hehe

[Azure]

Xenon.
You can't say you're fearless until you've met me

Life seemed to be most unfair for ones who deserved it to be fair. Fate worked in an odd twisted way, but it seemed perfectly logic to Xenon. Fate was testing them, to see how they would do in such circumstances. The ones who sat around on their lazy asses crying about it were the ones who continued to live an unfair life until they did something about it. The damn bitches needed to learn to run like the cowards they were when they were attacked or man up and fight. If they were too fucking dumb to realize that, they deserved to live an unfair life. When Xenon had been born with his imperfections, he didn't sit on his ass and cry about it. He got pissed, and as soon as he was old enough he took action. If he hadn't had those imperfections, he might have received the love he craved as a youngster and become a light. He was a damn colt living in a light herd, give him a break!

Sometimes even today, he wondered what it felt like to be loved. But so far, he had kept himself away from the mares, not even using them for raping. He had captured a few before in other lands, but got other brutes to do the dirty work for him. Usually, he just went for the quick kill, but he was thinking of taking in some slaves. He was chosen the land Rocky Crevice for a reason. There were many rock formations that made perfect slave "cells", and recently he had been rolling them together to create long rows of cells. He made sure they were strong enough that he needed 4 other horses to help him with the task, making sure it was set so they could not roll the front door from the inside. Did he mention that the cells were in a cave that down a bit farther into it, belonged to a wolf pack? He had struck a deal with them that once he got some slaves, if one ever managed to escape they could eat them. They were also allowed to attack any unexpected visitors under his command. So in the end, they got a free meal and Xenon got a set of watchdogs.

Sometimes, Xenon wondered if he thought too much about what the darks would think about certain things he did. The motherfuckers had no brains and were for the most part, idiotic assholes with an ego bigger than fucking planet Jupiter. Not many focused on killing; a large amount of them were manwhores always looking for a mare to rape. Xenon did not play that game; it was because he was scared he'd turn soft didn't want to get into the passion shit and all that. Being a manwhore seemed like a lowly term to him, especially since he wanted to rise and be the fucking ruler of all. He believed he would be great for the job if it was handed to him, so he had to be the biggest, baddest bastard until the darks rose to the top. Then, Xenon would have every mother fucker bow down to him, even the darks, and he would pick a few equines to serve him. Mostly darks, but also strong lights and neutrals. The weak would be killed each month, like a clean up, and unless foals were physically perfect they would be killed as well.

Having all that power was enough to make the brute shiver with delight. However, he was quickly knocked out of his fantasies when he could hear someone coming through the forest. Sniffinf the air, he found that it was a mare. He turned so that he was not facing her general direction, ready to spin and strike wthout warning; one of his favorite moves. But he must have misjudged how far away she was, for the mare came into the clearing, almost running into him. He had been about to say, "Watch where you're gonig, fat ass!" when she turned to face him, and he could only stare and gawk like an idiot as he gazed into the violet eyes that looked back at him. The zebra-like leg markings, dun-colored coat... along with the violet eyes, it was unmistakeable. Xenon did a quick calculation. Since she looked to be about two, he could pretty much confrim it. Quickly, he got a hold of himself, making sure he looked perfectly composed, a bit relaxed, and with the icy demeanor he had with all equines. He was proud of his quick recovery, considering it wasn't often he had to make one. In fact, he believed this was the first time.

Now that he had calmed himself down, he allowed himself to think hard about the filly, and soon the images came easily to his mind, of that dark, stormy night...
It had just reached the darkest hour of night, and at the time Xenon was with a gang of darks who were attacking one of the largest light herds in the lands. They were all grouped together; the younger two, almost three year olds like him were taknig on the pregnant mares or mares who had jsut given birth, along with their foals. The strongest, most experienced stallions were taking on the leaders and their betas and all that crap. Everyone else was attacking the general herd members. Xenon hadn't realized he had killed her mother when he faced the beautiful little flicka. He had approached her, absolutely mesmerized. He wanted to take him with her, whether she came willingly or he had to drag her there. He imagined them ruling side by side once she forgave him, raising wonderful little bitches and bastards to terorrize the world. But suddenly, the filly's father was in front of him, telling his young one to run. Xenon killed the older brute and tried to run after the filly, but the other young stallions held him back, knowing how he sometimes got a little lovestruck.

So what was so special about this filly, you ask? As a youngster, Xenon had a lot of crushes. He absolutely loved the young ladies, but this filly was his last crush before reaching adulthood and growing out of the phase. Now, he was the exact opposite; could he still have feelings for her? Even if he did, it wasn't meant to be. There was a reason Xenon wanted her so young. He could train her to be dark, like him, and have it engrained in her mind that they were the ones to follow; but he could tell it was too late. The way the mare said hello, her posture, everything reeked of the Light side. He would be damned if he ever managed to convert her, or even kill her. As long as nobody knew about this encounter except for them, he would be fine. He hoped he put the puzzle pieces together and realized he was the stallion who had killed her family. If she was angry at him, it would make his job a whole lot easier. Besides, she already seemed a bit cautious of him... or his mind was playing tricks on him. Clearing his thoughts again, he returned the mare's greeting, figuring she was waiting for an answer."Hello there. It is a lovely quiet evening, don't you agree?"

Word Count: 1231 o.o
Muse:

[/font] Good, considering the first time I did this I lost it all... =P
Tagged:[/font] Promise and the lovely Sadie (;
Ooc:[/font] This plot has given me so much muse! 1231 is my all-time best! lol. -copies EVERYTHING before clicking send reply- I've learned from my mistakes. Haha.[/blockquote]

[promise]

Sadie
baby, you're the one that melt my heart
i swear i'm not lying
maybe tonight i'm gonna try my luck

The long, slender, zebra-marked legs shifted uncomfortably underneath the form of the mare, as the stallion stared and gawked at her. Though, once he seemed to have calmed himself, she took a tiny step backwards. Memories of the night her parents were killed came rushing back every few minutes that she stayed near the stallion. Could he really be the one who killed them? She questioned her mind, but received no answer. It had scarcely been a few months since she had been forced to give birth to a stillborn colt, and she could still feel the effects it had on her. She was weaker than normal from her near-death experience with that birth and she knew if he wanted to kill her, he'd be able to do it. The pain that her body was feeling practically betrayed her and reflected in her eyes. One long year of abuse and neglect was what was left of her past. But, only a few months of rape stalked her everywhere, as if waiting for it to happen again. Shaking her head, she took another step backwards. Though, she was caught off guard as she heard the stallion speak. 'Hello there. It is a lovely quiet evening, don't you agree?' She noticed how his words seemed almost nice, but something didn't feel right. She had locked the memories of her parents up for so long, but being near him, they had been suddenly unlocked. The practically threatened to overpower her, to weaken her more than she already was.

It seemed to be several long minutes of silence that echoed around them. She seemed almost reluctant to answer his question, as if there was a hidden meaning behind it. I'm going crazy, I just know it. Her mind echoed making her feel worse than she already did. Turning her gaze, she looked toward the waterfall and let a sigh slip through her lips. Though, it didn't seem long before she turned her gaze back towards him. A small voice in the back of her mind seemed to beckon her to run. But, her legs seemed almost unwilling to work with her. "Y..yes, it is quite a lovely quiet evening," the soft, honeyed tones of her voice responded. As if it was real, she heard the voice of her father. The same words began to repeat theirselves in her ears. 'Run my little one.' It was the same words that her father had said to her the night he was killed. But, even though her father would have wanted her to run away from this place, away from the past, and away from the memories, she was unable to. The memories of the stallion that had killed her parents overpowered her. "I..it was y..ou, wasn't i..it?" The words slipped out of her vocals without a second thought. Practically shocked at her own words, she took a few more steps backwards. Her legs beginning to shake. She had been unable to sleep or stay in one place long enough to have a decent meal in so long. Her legs seemed to threaten to buckle underneath her. As if wanting to prove to the stallion just how weak she was, right now.

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i can see that you want me
i'm dreaming about you every night
every night

muse , good
word count , 534
lyrics , kylie by akcent
tagged , azure with xenon
notes , whee, this is going to be fun.

[Azure]

Xenon.
You can't say you're fearless until you've met me

She seemed uncomfortable with his gawking, those zebra legs shifting slightly. It had only been once he had gotten control of himself that she had started to take a tiny step backwards. Power overtook him, and Xenon was back. Watching the mare seem so nervous brought him back to his harsh, cruel ways; only he had different things in store for this mare... he chuckled darkly. Damn, she was hot; he couldn't deny it. He wasn't talking about rape - the stubborn brute wouldn't change his ways that fast over one mare. He was not talking about abusing her, hurting her, killing her. In fact, he would be a lucky little girl in his lands. Oh yes, he was planning on taking her. Bringing her in to the dark side, maybe try to convert her, but mostly keep the dun mare as a prize. What a lovely little collection he would have one day, and she could live knowing she had been the start of it all. He looked over at her, loving the way she squirmed under his gaze.

Fuck, was it ever hard to keep the laughter out of his eyes. But he had to play an icy, cool demeanor, just for a little while longer anyways. Xenon could read this mare like a book, and watched her put two and two together. He could tell she was weak, for whatever reason. Perhaps another stallion had raped her? Although she certainly wasn't big... he pushed away the thought. He simply watched calmly as the fear clouded over her eyes. She was weak, and now he knew it. This mare really didn't understand this game did she? He couldn't call her dumb; it was never good to underestimate the skills of your opponment. After all, she was only a mere two years old, if that; hell, the oynx stallion couldn't tell for sure. He only watched as she shook her head and took another step backward. Slowly, he advanced on her, jsut one small step, wanting to watch her squirm again. Not only was she physically weak, she didn't seem very strong mentally. Easy. He snorted softly.

Xenon lived for the silence that came around them. He had learned that when there was silence, thoughts ran around like crazy. Some equines raced so much in their mind, they just shut down and started begging him for mercy before he even did anything. It was then that he always let a loud laugh ring through the lands, and delievered the first and last blow to the skull. Sometimes, he waited a bit, first beating them like the pile of shit they were. He loved those last screams of agony, as he yelled at them to shut up or die, and they begged him to kill them. He always waited until the screams had almost subsided, then delivered another blow until he was sick of the racket and went for the jugular. The silence he heard now made him sure she was about to blurt out something she would regret.

But instead, she seemed to be in a state of disbelief. Not able to believe it was him who had done those evil deeds. She sighed, and finally words left her maw. "Y..yes, it is quite a lovely quiet evening," He could hear the nervous tone of her voice, and was beginning to fully enjoy every moment of this. He could see her wanting to run, but seemingly frozen. Go ahead, try and run. You'll be down before your legs even get moving. The thought of him tackling her was kind of amusing. And finally, the cursed words rose from her voice box and out into the air, for the sound to finally reach his ebon harks. "I..it was y..ou, wasn't i..it?" It seemed that the words had been something she blurted out unintentionally, for she looked shocked.

As she took more steps backwards, he advanced, closing in the now rather large distance until he could feel her breath on his neck. Her legs shook, and for a moment he thought she was going to topple over or pass out. What was she fucking doing, trying to show just how weak she was? As if he couldn't already see it. Right now, Xenon was in his element. He lived for this, and the mare was only making it better and better. "What are you talking about, young lady?" His tones were enough to hint that he knew exactly what she was talking about, and at the same time sound as if she was absurd. It was the best concoction to cause confusion and make her more nervous than she already was. Damn, this was growing more amusing by the minute...

Word Count: 790
Muse:

[/font] Great
Tagged:[/font] Promise && Sadie
Ooc:[/font] o.o Major mood change for Xenon. -swats for being so mean to little Sadie-
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